It's a Showdown. the System Insists on Making Me the Richest Man in the World.

At the class reunion, the school belle deliberately asked me how much my monthly salary was. I calmly replied: "Three thousand." Amid roars of laughter, the rich second-generation boyfriend showed off his new million-dollar watch. At this moment, a cold sound suddenly sounded in my head. "It is detected that the host is experiencing low-level behavior to show off wealth, and the Almighty Rich Second Generation System is activated." "Newbie's mission: slap in the face in a more advanced way." "Task reward: top sommelier skills, black card limit + 100 million." I shook the red wine in my hand and said, "This bottle of Romanée-Conti is fake." The whole place was dead silent, and the rich second generation's face instantly turned pale.