The path to becoming a tycoon begins with binding to the Godly Rich System.

[Ding! The host has completed the task of spending five million in seven days. The cashback reward is now calculated as follows: Congratulations, host, you have obtained a Royal Villa (the penthouse), the FW (Forever Wins) e-sports club, and a fleet of ten Rolls-Royce Phantom cars.]

Yu Heng raised an eyebrow. Yulong Villa was a well-known luxury residence, not to mention its penthouse, which was definitely worth a fortune.

FW Esports Club is a top-tier esports club that combines both strength and financial resources, boasting many star players and numerous awards. Yu Heng had previously bought tickets to watch their players compete live.

As for the convoy: "Where did you put the convoy?"

You can pick it up anytime from the 4S store's garage.

Yu Heng was speechless; he hadn't expected the system to give him a car fleet.

He casually sent the team information to Zhang An and let him make the arrangements.

Meanwhile, in Qixiang City, Ming Province, Zhang An's men handed over the information they had gathered.

Looking at the information in the document, Zhang An felt a little sad, wondering what President Yu would think after seeing it.

After Zhang An passed the interview, Yu Heng's first task for him was to handle the follow-up work of the program team's search for relatives.

Although Yu Heng said that he only needed to mention it on the show and not make too much of a fuss, Zhang Xueming still arranged for someone to edit the video and send it to various platforms, focusing on the show's promotion of the guest's new drama.

This approach, which both widely disseminates information and obscures the search for relatives, demonstrates considerable ingenuity.

Zhang An received a variety of fake phone calls while working on the show, which was quite overwhelming.

Two days later, Zhang An finally received a call from someone claiming to be a relative of Yu Yu. Most of the information in the call matched, so Zhang An decided to make the trip himself.

The good news is that the news is true, the bad news is...

He dialed Yu Heng's number: "Mr. Yu, I'm in Ming Province now. I've found your sister. Please... please take a look at the information I sent you."

"Found it! Is it still in Ming Province?" Yu Heng was very excited, even a little at a loss.

"Yes, I've sent all the information to your phone. Please take a look."

"it is good"

After hanging up the phone, Yu Heng took a deep breath before opening the information Zhang An had sent him.

The cold winds of autumn and winter in the south carry dampness, seemingly able to penetrate to the bone, whether in City C or Qixiang City in Ming Province.

"Mr. Yu!"

When Yu Heng got off the plane and walked to the exit, he saw Zhang An waiting for him.

Once in the car, Yu Heng remained quiet.

"Mr. Yu, shall we go to the hotel first?" Zhang An finally broke the silence.

"Let's go to Qixiang Middle School first." Yu Heng's voice was hoarse. After saying that, he closed his eyes to rest and refused to be disturbed.

Yang Qingxu, a student in Class 3, Grade 11 at Qixiang Middle School, put away his homework as soon as get out of class ended, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to go home.

My great-grandmother was in poor health, and my maternal grandfather was born with a disability. He also had to go out to collect recyclables every day after work, so he took on more of the housework.

Although his two younger sisters could help with some light chores, he didn't want them to put too much energy into housework.

"Hey! Nephew, wait for me!" Xu Jing caught up with Yang Qingxu. "Why are you running so fast? My parents are coming back from my grandpa's house today. Come home with me later to get some dried seafood. My grandma dried it herself!"

"No, I always get seafood from your house, and I haven't even finished the last batch."

Xu Jing's maternal grandfather's family lived by the sea, and they made a living by fishing at sea, so seafood was never in short supply.

Every time Xu Jing's parents came back from their maternal home, they would bring a lot of dried seafood, and Xu Jing would always send some to Yang Qingxu's house.

"Oh dear, I heard this time it's mantis shrimp, just arrived, you definitely don't have any at home." Xu Jing put a hand on Yang Qingxu's shoulder: "Come on, come on, my parents told you you have to go, don't let your uncle down."

Xu Jing pulled Yang Qingxu toward the bicycle shed where he parked his bicycle.

"Hello, are you Yang Qingxu?" A man who looked like a business elite blocked their way.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?" Yang Qingxu frowned as he looked at the man. He was certain he didn't know this person, and his family couldn't possibly know such a person either.

“My name is Zhang An. Our boss is waiting for you at the school gate,” Zhang An said, pointing to the Maybach parked at the school gate.

"Holy crap, a luxury car!" Xu Jing exclaimed in amazement, then leaned close to Yang Qingxu's ear and whispered, "Is this because your three-year term is up, and you're welcoming the Dragon King back to his throne?"

Yang Qingxu pushed the head away from his ear with a look of disgust: "Who is your boss?"

"You'll see when you go and take a look." Zhang An didn't say who it was, mainly because it would be better for President Yu to explain it himself.

Seeing that his attitude was alright and he didn't seem to be there to cause trouble, Yang Qingxu walked towards the Maybach.

The driver was already waiting by the door and opened the back door after they approached.

The rear seats in the car are designed to face each other, and a handsome young man with an indifferent expression sits on the leather seat on the left rear.

"My name is Yu Heng." Yu Heng also sized up the boy outside the car. He was handsome and had a bit of an aloof school heartthrob vibe.

Yang Qingxu remained expressionless, but his hands clenched tightly at his sides. He stared at Yu Heng's face for a moment, then silently sat down in the seat opposite Yu Heng.

Xu Jing was stunned by the tense atmosphere and didn't dare to speak. But seeing Yang Qingxu get into the car, he quickly sat down in the seat next to Yang Qingxu.

The driver closed the door and got in the car, and Zhang An also sat in the passenger seat: "Mr. Yu, where to next?"

"Let's go to the cemetery."

Yang Qingxu lowered his head, his fists clenched and unclenched on his lap, and he tried to speak several times, but didn't know what to say.

“I am your uncle.” Yu Heng stared at Yang Qingxu’s face.

“I know.” Yang Qingxu looked up and met Yu Heng’s gaze. “My mother told me about you.”

Looking at Yu Heng's somewhat familiar features, Yang Qingxu felt a little dazed. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but he couldn't sort out his thoughts for a moment.

"It's Uncle Yu, I'm Qingxu's friend." Seeing that the two had been silent for a while after exchanging a few words, Xu Jing couldn't help but speak up. The atmosphere was too strange for him to bear.

"You're Xu Jing, right?" Yu Heng turned to look at Xu Jing.

"Oh? Uncle Yu, you still remember me!"

Yu Heng chuckled, his suppressed emotions easing a bit: "You should call me cousin."

"Uh..." Oh right, this Uncle Yu is the son of my cousin Jialong. According to seniority, I should call him cousin.

"Your cousin is in business, right? This TV ad must have cost a lot of money, right?" Xu Jing seized the opportunity. Judging from his cousin's driver, assistant, and luxury car setup, his business must be quite large.

Yu Heng glanced at Yang Qingxu: "It didn't cost much money, I had a friend's help."

"Cousin, you even have connections at a TV station?" Xu Jing's eyes lit up instantly. Young people might not be very interested in business, but how many young people aren't curious about the entertainment industry?

“There is some connection.” Yu Heng nodded.

"Do you know any celebrities?" Xu Jing asked, his face full of curiosity.

“…Uh, one or two.” Yu Heng originally wanted to say no, but then he suddenly thought of Chu Anlan and changed his mind.

"Cousin, can you introduce someone to act in a movie?" Xu Jing asked cautiously, his eyes full of anticipation.

"You want to enter the entertainment industry?" Yu Heng carefully observed Xu Jing's face. He had a healthy wheat-colored complexion, delicate features, and well-defined contours; he was a sunny and handsome young man.

"Hehe, what do you think, cousin?" Xu Jing scratched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed, which was unusual for him.