Starting Check-in Reward: Tomson Riviera

’If only I’d blown up like this before. I could have started a social media account, posted a few videos, done some livestreams, and probably become another influencer with tens of millions of fans!’

Of course, he didn’t think that way now. He had the System, and besides, he wasn’t short on money at all...

Become a streamer?

’Is that really faster than collecting rent?’

"System, sign in."

A thought suddenly occurred to him, and Ye Ling commanded in his mind.

"Congratulations, Host. Sign-in successful. Great Luck triggered. You have acquired a Pagani ZONDA-R valued at forty million. It has been stored in the System Warehouse. Please confirm receipt!"

The System’s voice rang out.

"Holy crap."

Ye Ling shivered, his eyes flying wide open.

He hadn’t actually been expecting much. After all, yesterday’s sign-in reward was a total joke...

And yet, today he had actually hit Great Luck again, and even got a luxury car worth forty million!

Pagani sports cars might not be as widely known in the country as brands like Ferrari, but that was mainly because Pagani occupied an entirely different, much higher tier.

It was the supercar of supercars!

A typical Ferrari costs around five million—merely a fraction of this car’s price!

’So trying again really does work miracles?’

Ye Ling excitedly rushed to the underground garage and materialized the Pagani he had just acquired. His eyes lit up as he gazed at the supercar before him.

A look at its exterior revealed sharp lines on the hood, massive air intakes, deep-set side skirts, and an absurdly large rear wing. These design elements alone were enough to put other supercars to shame!

ROAR... VROOM... VROOM...

Ye Ling sat inside and started the supercar. The engine instantly roared to life, its thunderous sound making the very blood in his veins thrum with excitement!

’Good thing I got my driver’s license a while back, otherwise this would be a real pain.’ A slight smirk played on Ye Ling’s lips as he stomped on the gas. The supercar shot forward with a roar, moving like the wind itself.

The residents of Tomson Riviera were all fabulously wealthy or highly influential, so the sudden appearance of a luxury car wasn’t an especially rare sight.

However.

What Ye Ling didn’t know was that only two of these sports cars existed in the entire country!

Driving a car like this out onto the streets was bound to cause a huge stir.

VROOM... VROOM...

The engine’s roar, like that of a beast on the savanna, was heart-shaking. And so, a supercar just like this sped wildly through the streets of Modu!

Ye Ling wasn’t driving particularly fast, just maintaining a speed of around sixty kilometers per hour. He cracked the window open, feeling the wind rush into the car.

Exhilarating!

That was the only thought in Ye Ling’s mind as his eyes grew increasingly bright.

Driving a supercar worth tens of millions through the streets of Modu, where every inch of land is as precious as gold, feeling the envious stares of passersby—this was surely the dream of countless people.

"What kind of car is that? It’s so cool! Is it a Porsche?"

"Are you stupid or something? That’s a Pagani, the supercar of supercars! That one... I think it’s the ZONDA-R! There are only two of them in the whole country! It’s worth forty million!"

"Forty million? Oh my god!"

...

While Ye Ling was stopped at a red light, countless passersby stared at his car.

That car.

It was just so damn cool.

And when they heard someone say the car was worth a whopping forty million, many of the drivers behind Ye Ling silently backed their cars up a few feet.

Holy shit!

A car this expensive... one little bump would probably cost as much as a whole Audi TT!

That was a risk they couldn’t afford to take!

Ye Ling took the luxury car for a spin before heading to Patek Square. He figured it was about time for lunch and decided to grab a bite.

Just as Ye Ling was driving into the underground garage, Patek Square’s newly appointed security captain was fighting off a wave of drowsiness. But when he saw a supercar slowly entering the garage on his monitor, he couldn’t help but rub his eyes.

The next moment, his heart leaped and he shot to his feet.

"Is that... a Pagani!?"

The security captain had a discerning eye. He could tell with a single glance that this wasn’t just any supercar—it was a Pagani, the aristocrat of supercars!

"Quick, follow me to the underground garage."

The security captain called over a few of his men and rushed straight for the underground parking garage.

At this moment, Ye Ling was just getting out of the car.

The security captain trotted up and asked, a little hesitantly, "Sir, are you planning to park your car here?"

"Yeah..."

Ye Ling was slightly taken aback and thought to himself, ’Is this guy an idiot? Why else would I be in a parking garage if not to park? Am I here to buy a car?’

"It’s just that Patek Square has a lot of traffic, and it’s easy for cars to get scratched. We’d suggest you take up two parking spots," the security captain respectfully explained.

It wasn’t that he was bored and looking for something to do. To be honest, if it were an ordinary car, nobody would care even if it did get scratched.

But this was a Pagani worth tens of millions. The kind of person who owned a car like this was bound to be either fabulously wealthy or highly influential.

If it really did get scratched and Ye Ling was dissatisfied, he could complain to management, and they would all be in for a world of hurt.

This was a VIP customer!

He had been at Patek Square for less than a day; of course he had to be careful. Rumor had it that the entire previous security team had been fired for failing to properly maintain order!

"Oh, I see. Alright then."

Hearing this, Ye Ling understood the captain’s intention. He got back in his car and re-parked it.

"Don’t worry, sir. We’ll keep a close eye on your car for you," the security captain added.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

Ye Ling gave a slight smile, then walked toward the elevators, carrying Zhao Cai.

"Wow, that guy doesn’t even look like he’s twenty. He’s probably still a student, yet he’s already driving a supercar like that."

"Yeah... He must be one of those legendary second-generation rich kids. Born at a level the rest of us will never reach in our entire lifetimes."

"Sigh, at my age, I’m still struggling with a mortgage."

The security guards sighed as they watched Ye Ling’s retreating figure, cat in his arms.

It’s true what they say: comparisons are brutal...

...

Ye Ling went up to the second floor of Patek Square, which was filled with all kinds of restaurants. Having just come into 2.7 million, he certainly didn’t need to worry about being able to afford the bill.

Ye Ling casually picked a high-end restaurant and walked inside.

After getting so much money all at once, he naturally had to treat himself.

But just as he was taking a seat, he ran into someone completely unexpected.

Yu Chenghao.

That day, Ye Ling had kicked Yu Chenghao to the ground, leaving him unable to get up for the longest time. He’d completely lost all his masculine pride, and even now, he still walked with a limp.

A smirk instantly formed on Ye Ling’s lips.

’This guy... how does he still have the nerve to show his face in public? Don’t tell me he still doesn’t know he’s an "internet celebrity" now?’