Mo Cheng's words were well-founded and delivered with impeccable manners. There wasn't the slightest hint of him deliberately targeting Qin Heng; instead, it all appeared to be a matter of course. Besides, some girls simply looked down on a guy like Qin Heng, who dressed plainly and seemed to come from a modest background. Now, seeing the situation unfold, they couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

"These days, love without material wealth is just a castle in the air."

"If you're not capable, don't look for a pretty girlfriend; otherwise, you're bound to get cheated on."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a tragedy. A Rolls-Royce versus a bus—who do you think is stronger?"

None of them pointed directly at Qin Heng, but it was clear to everyone that they were talking about him.

Mo Cheng slightly raised his head, his eyes twinkling with mockery as he smiled and said, "Classmate Qin Heng, you wouldn't want to fight with the girls over a seat, would you? That would be quite impolite."

The girls around him also laughed.

"This classmate Qin Heng looks rather poor. He's probably never even seen a Rolls-Royce before and must be desperate for a ride."

"I bet if he really got to sit in it, he wouldn't dare move an inch. After all, if he damaged even the slightest thing, his family would likely go bankrupt trying to pay for it."

Song Ningran looked at Mo Cheng and then at the girls around him, and said angrily, "You—you just don't understand Qin Heng! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Ran Ran, are you suggesting that classmate Qin Heng works part-time to lighten his family's burden?" Mo Cheng said, a confident smile on his face. "Actually, I also help with the family business.

"My dad gave me 10,000,000 as start-up capital six months ago, and I've already doubled that to 20,000,000. I bought this Rolls-Royce with my own earnings, without relying on my family at all."

"Wow! Mo Cheng is so awesome! Making 10,000,000 in half a year! What a man! Now that's a real man!!"

"So cool! Mo Cheng was already outstanding, but I never expected him to be so hardworking as well. My maiden heart is bursting! Mo Cheng, I love you!"

"This classmate Qin Heng works part-time, but I wonder if he can even make 10,000 a year? They both don't rely on their families, but Mo Cheng earns 2,000 times what he does!"

The girls around them swooned again.

Qin Heng remained calm, gave Mo Cheng a casual glance, and said, "This week, I made 50,000,000,000 for my family and around 200,000,000,000 for myself. Indeed, I can't compare to you."

The Tianlong Group, with a market value of 50,000,000,000, was now part of the Daqin Group, and the Chens' assets were entirely under Qin Heng's personal ownership. And all of this, without spending a single dime!

As soon as he said this, complete silence fell around him. Everyone looked at Qin Heng as if he were a fool, their faces etched with disbelief.

Bullshit! Two hundred fifty billion in one week! That's got to be money from the Bank of Heaven and Earth, right?

Nobody believed it.

A girl beside Song Ningran whispered to her, "Ran Ran, your friend... has he been injured recently? Is there... something wrong with him up here?" As she spoke, she pointed to Qin Heng's head. "Only someone with a mental problem would claim he made 250,000,000,000 in a week!"

"There's a limit to boasting! A man like this is just frivolous. I definitely couldn't be with someone like that!"

"I'm dying of laughter! Earning 250,000,000,000 a week? He can't even boast properly. He must have a few screws loose; he should go to the hospital."

The people around them sneered, pointing and gossiping about Qin Heng. Two hundred fifty billion in one week—it was just too exaggerated; no normal person could even imagine it.

Yet the smile on Mo Cheng's face widened. He glanced at Song Ningran and said to Qin Heng, "Earning 250,000,000,000 in one week is truly incredible.

"What's your major, classmate Qin Heng? How about you join our student council as the finance minister? I'll pay you a part-time fee of 2,000 a month, especially since you can apparently buy two trillion from the Bank of Heaven and Earth without batting an eye."

He didn't believe Qin Heng's words and couldn't resist mocking him.

The people around them all burst into laughter.

Qin Heng shook his head lightly, his expression unchanged, not affected in the slightest. He looked at Mo Cheng and said indifferently, "My strength, my identity—these are things you can't even imagine. Do not use your ant-like understanding to speculate about me."

Mo Cheng was stunned, looking at Qin Heng with incredulity, his eyes filled with shock. Previously, he had considered that Qin Heng might become angry out of embarrassment, that he might curse foully, or that he might even become violent. But he never expected Qin Heng to say such a thing!

This broke bastard actually called me an ant!?!?

Mo Cheng was somewhat dumbfounded. A towering rage welled up inside him, but he managed to suppress it, maintaining his gentle, jade-like demeanor. Smiling, he said, "It seems classmate Qin Heng has an extraordinary background. May I ask which family you hail from, what companies or industries you control, and if your assets are valued in the billions?"

"Trash worth a few billion? Is that even worth me mentioning?" Qin Heng scoffed. "Your perspective is far too limited. A frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a tiny patch of sky—you're utterly unqualified to ask about my identity. If your family elders were to come here, kneel before me, and ask, then I might consider answering."

What kind of identity did Qin Heng possess? He was the first Immortal Emperor, from ancient times to the present! Surveying all heavens, spanning all eons—supreme, unparalleled, invincible! Even now, he stood as an ultimate powerhouse on Earth, with no one capable of challenging him. He could slap even a Martial Arts Grandmaster to death with a single palm strike! If it weren't for Song Ningran, a mere Mo Cheng wouldn't even be qualified to look him in the eye. And now he actually dared to inquire about his identity? Ridiculous!

Qin Heng simply couldn't be bothered with him. After saying that, he spoke to Song Ningran, "Ran Ran, your paperwork is done. Let's take the subway to the airport. We won't take this bus; it's too hot."

"Okay, sure." Song Ningran nodded, readily agreeing. She then bid farewell to her teachers and classmates and followed Qin Heng away.

The rest were flabbergasted.

Watching the retreating figures of Song Ningran and Qin Heng, they felt like ten thousand alpacas were galloping through their hearts! What the hell! Choosing to take the subway rather than ride in a Rolls-Royce!? Disregarding the invitation of a wealthy heartthrob to follow a poor boy! Has Song Ningran lost her mind?

"Incredible! Could this be love? No, Song Ningran will definitely regret this in the future!"

"She will absolutely regret it! That Qin Heng looks like a total pauper; he can't compare to Mo Cheng at all!"

The people around them were buzzing with discussion.

Mo Cheng's face, however, was ashen. His fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth gritted. He had long considered Song Ningran his prey. He'd even been fantasizing about all the ways he would toy with her once he had her! But in his wildest dreams, he never imagined he'd lose to such an obviously penniless loser!

Damn it! Qin Heng, is it? Just you wait! When we get to the airport, I'll show you how I deal with you! Mo Cheng's expression grew dark, his eyes flickering with a venomous light.

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"Qin Heng, this isn't the right way, is it?" Song Ningran looked around curiously and said, "This isn't the way to the subway station, is it?"

"It's not the subway station you're familiar with." Qin Heng smiled, led Song Ningran around a corner, and arrived at the underground parking garage of a twenty-story office building. He opened a storage room door.

Behind the door was an elevator. Qin Heng and Song Ningran entered, and the lights automatically turned on, revealing a huge underground plaza with various facilities like cinemas, game arcades, pool halls, and badminton courts.

"Wh-where is this?" Song Ningran was a bit bewildered, staring around in astonishment. "Aren't we supposed to take the subway to the airport?"

"That's right, we are indeed taking the subway to the airport," Qin Heng said with a smile. He then took out a small remote control, aimed it into the distance and pressed a button, adding with a laugh, "This is my private subway station."

BEEP!

With a crisp sound, lights suddenly illuminated an area several dozen meters away. A thirty-meter-long, silver-white subway car with sleek, bullet-like lines appeared under the lights, silently stationed on the tracks.

"Let's go, Ran Ran," Qin Heng said with a smile. "This is my private subway. It'll be just the two of us, and the line is exclusive too. There's only this one subway car. Let's head to the airport."

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