The rich man: I earn trillions a year, but I’m really not a rich man

"Boom!" Six super cars were speeding on the track. The Apollo supercar, which had the best overall performance, was obviously faster than the others. Fortunately, everyone was in perfect harmony and no one was stupid enough to drive at high speed.

"Apollo is also my dream car, but it's a pity that the company went bankrupt and it is out of print." Looking at the Apollo in front of him, Qin Yu's eyes revealed a bit of yearning. It can be said that few people who really like to play with cars don't like this car. It can be said that from some angles, this Apollo is better than Ferrari's flagship supercar LaFerrari, but it's a pity that it has become a swan song.

"Master Qin Yu, if you really like it that much, why don't you start a supercar company? Although I don't know how much money you have, I think a few billion shouldn't be a big problem. As long as you have enough money, you can find the team that made the Apollo supercar and build a Apollo supercar just for you, right?"

"You are really smart and have a great idea. Maybe I will really do this one day in the future." Although 90% of supercar manufacturers are losing money, Qin Yu is confident in his current financial resources. If he really wants a certain out-of-print supercar, he can spend 10 billion RMB to briefly revive a bankrupt manufacturer and make it. Although this does not conform to normal investment logic, it is very much in line with the style of a super rich man.

"The gas is almost gone. Let's run two more laps and then stop." Qin Fen's voice came from the intercom. His LaFerrari, the king of horses, was about to break down. This also proved that supercars are either refueling or on the way to refuel.

"Let's just stop after this lap." Wang Cong said softly. After running more than ten laps, he had not caught up with the others since the start. He originally thought that the performance of the car was not related to the price, but the reality made him a little embarrassed. Among the ranks of legendary cars, the Porsche 918 can be regarded as a floor tile, and to a certain extent, it can't even outrun the McLaren P1.

"Hey guys, are you interested in being a part-time anchor at my National Treasure TV to increase its popularity? Nowadays, netizens like to watch girls and supercars, things that are far from their lives. It just so happens that we have all these things, and they are very common."

"Brother Cong is good at business, but since you said so, I'll just treat it as a joke. But then again, your National Treasure TV lineup should be quite large, with various e-sports masters and celebrities. Logically, it should be enough to attract traffic. You should at least give some face to Menghu and Shark, right? No matter what, you and Shark have some connection. If you are too ruthless, aren't you afraid that he will go to war with you one day in the future?"

Zhang Long was half joking. Everyone in the circle knew clearly about Wang Cong's past affairs with Shark. It would have been nothing for him to go it alone now, but he had poached too many of Shark's top anchors, and now he had to use a big move to suppress the traffic of his peers. Now that his father was the richest man in China, his family naturally wouldn't say anything, but if any small problem occurred, he would most likely be hit.

"I was a little worried before, but now I don't have such concerns. With the addition of Qin Yu and Qin Fen, we will not have any problems as long as we don't do anything too extreme, such as directly competing with Penguin Group for interests. Besides, the live broadcast industry is such a big pie that has not been fully divided up yet, so it's understandable for us to take a few bites."

"Since you have even pulled Lao Qin onto your live streaming platform, it's true. Well, since you guys have already done it, we brothers still have to help with this little favor. If something really happens in the future, we are just juniors and cannot be involved in the family business."

The rich second generation and the stupid son of a landlord are two extremes, only separated by a single thought. Others may not know, but Qin Yu is very clear that the incident at the beginning was more or less related to sharks and even penguins, and Zhang Long can guess what may happen in the future now, which shows how strong his vision is. There is indeed a big gap between reality and novels.

"Ah Yu, are you interested in doing a live broadcast? After all, you are the future largest shareholder of Gubao TV. I hope you can attend the event in three days. At that time, we will officially do a live broadcast to introduce you, the super rich man."

"Whatever, but I think I can go see my new house now. Next I have to negotiate with the bank about the payment. As for starting a live broadcast, I will consider it later."

Afterwards, the group accompanied Qin Yu to Huazhou Junting Community to inspect the house. Because they had informed him in advance, the property manager even came out to greet them in person.

"Master Qin Yu, hello everyone. I'm the property manager here. You can just call me Little Leo. President Zheng has already informed me in advance. Please follow me. I will take you to see the best building here." A middle-aged man with glasses, looking like a servile person, trotted over.

This is not his fault. Property management is high and mighty in ordinary communities, but in this kind of high-end top-level community, the so-called property management is just a group of low-level housekeepers. If they don't do their job well, the owners can replace them at any time. In order to survive, he has to lower his status in order to keep this job with an annual salary of 45 RMB.

"The houses here are very good, second only to Tan Palace, the number one luxury house in Shanghai, and even surpassing Tan Palace in some aspects. If my family didn't like investing in real estate very much, I would have wanted to buy one." Qin Fen looked at the houses around him with some emotion. Although he also had many luxury houses, most of the luxury houses in China were priced between 5000 million and 1 million RMB. He had never thought of buying one worth several hundred million like Huazhou Junting Louwan.

"If you want to buy it, just buy it. If your Qin family really wants to buy it, it's not impossible for them to buy it. You can just pay in installments. The mortgage is only 500 million RMB a year, which is not a big deal for you." The Qin family got started with some gray industries, and everyone here knows very well that if they really need to come up with a few hundred million RMB, they can really do it. It's just that at this time, people outside don't know what their family does, and as for how long they can keep it secret, no one knows.

"With so much money, it's really not necessary to buy a 70-year property right unless you are very rich or have special significance. And even if I really want to buy it, our family's money belongs to my grandfather, and I don't have the final say."

Entering the king of buildings, Qin Yu couldn't help but sigh that the money was really well spent. The indoor usable area is 1500 square meters, and it is in full British royal style. Although it does not have the grandeur and restraint of a Chinese garden, it displays the ultimate luxury of the West to the fullest. There are three floors above ground and two floors below, and there is a swimming pool and a 4-acre garden outside. Qin Yu can only say that it deserves the title of "Tan Palace in the West and Junting in the East".