At the Beginning of My Freshman Year, I Bound the Shenhao Critical Strike System

Yang Chen thought that passing the 985 exam would be the pinnacle of his life, but he didn't expect that the real pinnacle would come as soon as he left the train station. Take one step and get one hundred thousand in your account. Take one more step and get a million. Look in the mirror - you are at the peak of your looks, but you are so handsome. I saw a supercar on the roadside - a Ferrari with a limited edition in the world, worth 300 million, delivered directly to the school gate. This is not a dream. This is his new routine. Smashing Bentley, attacking the rich second generation, and taking over top security companies are just the appetizers. The school beauties came to tidy up the wardrobe, the college beauties took the initiative to make dinner appointments, and the second-year graduate students knocked on the door in the middle of the night - Yang Chen's first day of college was more exciting than other people's four years of college. But when Star Investment and Wall Street giants started to focus on an eighteen-year-old freshman, everyone was shocked: This "poor student" who was ridiculed by the rich second generation holds in his hands not only a mere 300 million supercar, but a trillion empire that is enough to crush the entire old order. "Money is for women to look at, not for women to spend." Yang Chen leaned on the back seat of the Maybach, looking at the four school belle-level beauties around him with a score of nine points or above, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Whoever rolls the dice the most tonight will have the exclusive opportunity to sleep with me." "As for those who want to play dirty tricks - I'll stick with you until the end."