"Ding! The Perfect Tycoon System has finished matching. The system will do its best to serve the host."
What's this?
A system?
Is this the type of thing that often comes up in novels?
Zhang Song heard the voice in his mind and was instantly brimming with questions.
He's physically healthy, lives comfortably, both his parents are alive and well. Up till now, he's lead a rather fortunate life. How come he's acquired a system?
Could it be an illusion?
He cautiously asked, "Are you really a system?"
"Yes, indeed."
The system actually replied!
He really does have a system!
Zhang Song was completely flustered, and in his eyes sparkled twin flashes of brilliance.
What man doesn't dream of becoming a deity?
Plucking stars from the ninth heaven, gazing across countless epochs, at the end of the path of immortality, who stands at the pinnacle? Only I, with a single sword, sever eternity...
The more Zhang Song thought, the more excited he became and couldn't help but ask, "System, can you help me become immortal?"
"The tycoon system will help the host reach the peak of life, including but not limited to wealth, status, physical fitness, intelligence, etc., with a focus on wealth and status."
Upon hearing the system's response, Zhang Song’s eyes instantly became much more somber.
It's not a cultivation system, only becoming a tycoon... Well, it’s...fine.
He quickly picked himself up again.
In the world of ordinary people, wealth and status basically mean everything.
He fully embraced the information from the system and then saw a data panel.
Host: Zhang Song
Level: Lv1
Experience: 0/100000
Appearance: 78
Stamina: 81
…
Soon, Zhang Song figured out those data.
The experience points are the amount of money spent. If you spend enough, the system will automatically upgrade.
The higher the system's level, the more money reward he receives daily.
Right now, he can only receive 3333 RMB of Blessing Gold every day. After upgrading the system to level 2, he can receive 6666 RMB of Blessing Gold daily, and with level 3, he can get 9999 Blessing Gold...
Moreover, the system also has hidden missions that give corresponding special rewards.
Zhang Song calculated quietly, even if he only received 3333 RMB daily, multiplying it by 365 days would amount to 1216545 RMB in one year.
Damn, not doing anything, yet the system could earn him over 1.21 million in a year.
It's utterly extravagant!
At this moment, Zhang Song feels like he's the Chosen One.
Why else would the heavens bestow such a mountain of gold upon him?
After a long bout of excitement, Zhang Song finally asked, "System, how can I withdraw the Blessing Gold?"
System: "The daily Blessing Gold will be deposited into the system's treasury. The host can withdraw at any time when necessary."
This is simply as thoughtful as a warm cotton-padded jacket.
Still, Zhang Song has a bigger question: "Where does this money come from? Is it safe?"
If the system transfers money from others to him, it would inevitably cause trouble over time. He certainly does not fancy a young life behind bars.
It's said that there are many ruthless men inside, and experts in finding the 'back door'...
He gave it a little thought and broke into a cold sweat, his heart trembling.
"The system sources its rewards through legitimate channels such as the stock market and venture capital. Every transaction is legal and reasonable, without any financial risks or legal responsibilities. The host can be wholly assured."
Hearing these words, Zhang Song finally felt completely at ease.
"Don't worry, Tongzi, you won't trick me, I'm absolutely at ease."
He laughed, his mouth wide open in glee.
A million and a hundred thousand a year, although not as much as his old man, but how hard is it for his old man to make money?
He's just 18 years old, and without lifting a finger, he can achieve financial freedom. How many people in the world can compare with him?
Even if the gap between him and the tycoons is still quite large, money that is freely given is always more pleasant.
After tidying up his things, having dinner, and sleeping peacefully, he was ready for the next day.
Early the next morning, he walked out of the hotel carrying his suitcase.
"Goodbye, beautiful city."
Looking up at the azure blue sky, he smiled at a forty-five-degree angle. A newfound confidence radiated from him that he had never felt before.
He strode toward a nearby Maybach S580.