The Rich Tycoon: Starting with Shares of a Trillion-Dollar Group

Chapter 3: The Second Flash Sale

The two chatted for a while before ending the call. After leaving Sophie, Julien declined her offer to drive him home. He needed some time alone; the events of the day were just too surreal to process. This morning, he was still a college student dumped by his girlfriend, with nothing to show for himself except his looks. But by chance, after binding with the system, his life had turned upside down. From a nobody to someone who could converse on equal terms with Ferrari's elite, the speed of change was overwhelming, and he really needed to calm down.

So, he walked all the way back to his rented room, where he tossed and turned in bed. "No, I need to check the system again to see if this is real," he thought. With that, Julien sat up, focused, and entered the system interface in his mind.

"Welcome back, host," the system responded normally.

"When does the flash sale interface refresh, System?" Julien asked.

"It refreshes daily at midnight," the system replied.

"That's too slow. It feels like an eternity," Julien complained, having already tasted the benefits and not wanting to wait any longer.

"That's how the system is set up and cannot be changed," the system responded coldly.

"Forget it, I'll take a nap first. You can't eat hot tofu if you're too eager," Julien said. "Besides, didn't Enzo say the appointment letter would be delivered tomorrow? Tomorrow, I'll be the CEO. CEO Julien officially goes live."

With that, Julien exited the system and went back to sleep, setting an alarm to wait for the refresh.

At midnight, the alarm rang on time.

Ding-a-ling-ling, ding-a-ling-ling.

With the sound of the alarm, Julien quickly sat up and entered the system interface at lightning speed. As soon as he entered, the system prompted that the items had refreshed.

Ding.

"Today's flash sale items have been refreshed. Please make your choice, host."

Julien immediately looked at the options:

The refreshed items were:

Koenigsegg Agera hypercar (worth $3.6 million)

A luxury flat in Guanlan International, Dongcheng District (worth $10 million)

A custom Rolex (worth $1.6 million)

"Wow," Julien exclaimed. "I really love you, System. Normally, I wouldn't even get to see these things, and now I can choose from them."

"You're amazing. Am I some kind of chosen one?" Julien joked.

Ding.

System prompt: "Please stop daydreaming, host, and make your choice immediately."

"Well, that's cold. I'll go with the luxury flat. It's the most expensive of the three options. I always choose the most expensive, not the right one. It also helps you level up, System."

"Besides, I don't even have a place to live yet. As the future CEO of Ferrari, how can I not have a good place to stay?" Julien said.

Ding.

"The host has made a choice: the luxury flat in Guanlan International, Dongcheng District. The relevant documents will appear on the host's table tomorrow morning."

"OK, thanks," Julien said, exiting the system before going back to sleep.

The morning sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a dappled pattern on Julien's face. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and quickly rushed to the table. Sure enough, he found the red booklet he had been hoping for.

"Wow," Julien exclaimed as he opened the property deed. There it was, Dongcheng District Guanlan International, Building 7, 6th Floor, with the official seal and his name in the owner's column, confirming that this $7.4 million house was now his.

"Excited heart, trembling hands," Julien hummed a song as he walked out the door.

The early summer morning was still cool, without the scorching heat of midday. A gentle breeze brushed his face, like a tender mother caressing her child.

Julien parked his bike on the side of the road, bought two sandwiches, and rode toward his mansion.

"Bikes are not allowed in the community," the security guard said coldly.

Our new owner had to park his bike in the designated shared bike area.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"For the safety of the owners, no entry is allowed without an appointment. Please notify the owner, and we can let you in."

"Well, is there any chance that I am the owner?" Julien replied helplessly.

"Sorry, esteemed owner, 9527 at your service," the security guard said quickly, saluting.

"Do I still need to register?"

"No, just show proof, and I will arrange for a car to take you in."

Hearing this, Julien took out his keys. Since they were custom-made, the security guard could tell immediately whether they were real or fake.

"Welcome home, owner. 9527 reporting," the security guard said loudly.

"OK, very spirited, take me to Building 7," Julien laughed, finding the security guard amusing.

Led by the security guard, he got into the security car and arrived in front of his long-awaited home. Excited, Julien entered the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened and he saw the armored front door to his new apartment, Julien's heart raced. He quickly unlocked the door with his key and recorded his fingerprint on the lock.

As soon as he opened the door, Julien was greeted by a huge living-dining area, luxuriously and beautifully decorated.

It was a standard four-bedroom, two-living room layout, complete with a study and two maid’s rooms, spanning 343 square meters.

"This will be my home, my first house in F city, but definitely not my last. With the system backing me, this is the start of my journey," Julien thought as he stood on the balcony, taking in the view of F city in the distance.

"The whole city will be at my feet."

"The vast sky is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green hills..."

Just as Julien was lost in his daydreams, the phone rang again.

"Hello, I'm the private butler for Guanlan International."

"You can call me Louis. Did I disturb you? I wanted to ask if you'd like lunch prepared?"

"Do you offer that service? Is there a charge?" Julien asked curiously.

"Of course not. The meal fee is included in your property fee," the butler replied.

"Then prepare it for me."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Julien relaxed on the sofa, just about to explore the TV when the phone rang again.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Sophie from Ferrari. "Why is she calling?" Julien wondered and picked up the phone.

"What's up, Miss Sophie?"

"President, your appointment letter has arrived. I'll bring it over, but I'm not sure where you are, so I called to ask," Sophie said gently.

"Oh, just bring it to me. I'm at Guanlan International, Building 7, 6th Floor. Drive safely."

After that, Julien hung up.

But Sophie, on the other side, couldn't stay calm. As a local of F city, she knew that Guanlan International was a luxury development with average prices close to ten million.

This young man, who had just become the CEO of Ferrari, was living in Guanlan International. With mixed feelings, Sophie drove to Guanlan International.

Since Julien had notified her in advance, Sophie easily entered the community.

As she walked, Sophie marveled at the luxury of the development.

"Damned rich people, I really need to catch up. When can I afford to buy one of these?" Sophie thought.

Ding Dong.

The doorbell rang, and Sophie arrived at Julien's door. Hearing it, Julien went over and opened it.

"President, this is the appointment letter from President Enzo. Please sign it."

"Once signed, you will be the President of the Asian branch. In the Asian branch, you'll have absolute authority, and even President Enzo will need to respect your opinion."

Sophie handed the document over as soon as she arrived.

Though feeling down about her own poverty, she still had to keep working. After all, what if her boss fired her? Life as a worker was tough.

"Alright," Julien said, taking the appointment letter and signing it.

"Now, you're really the CEO's secretary," Julien said with a smile.

"Yes, I'll be your soldier. Wherever you point, I will follow," Sophie replied, smiling.