OFR – Chapter 322 Classification of A1-A13 elites.

Time did not pause just because she was feeling upset. It continued to pass slowly as Gao Leng Mu (High-Cold Mu) and Li Shan exchanged light conversation.

Amidst it all was also Xiao Qian’s deliberately sweet and flattering voice.

Soon, about an hour later, the sales assistant returned with all the finalized paperwork for the Koenigsegg—an extravagant car that, with the license plate included, now had a price tag exceeding one hundred million.

Even the license plate had already been personally installed by staff under her direction.

“Sir, here are your registration documents, insurance papers, and other relevant files. Please take a look. If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, I can correct or replace it. You can also contact us anytime afterward—we’re available 24/7 for your service.”

The lucky salesgirl, who had managed to sell this luxury car, smiled brightly, revealing her adorable little tiger teeth.

“Alright, I’ll reach out if I need anything,” Mu Bai said as he took the documents and glanced through them casually, nodding slightly.

Then, without care, he tossed the stack of paperwork into the passenger seat of the freshly completed Koenigsegg.

This car, valued at over a hundred million, was undeniably one of the most elite supercars in the world.

Even with Mu Bai’s critical eye, he couldn’t find a single flaw in it.

Every detail was perfect—especially the body’s smooth, flowing lines that made the design look flawless. Paired with the Jiang A99999 license plate, the visual impact was simply breathtaking.

“Not a problem at all, sir. If you’d like, you can try out the car’s performance in the parking garage behind the auto show hall,” the salesgirl replied dutifully, handing him the car key.

After receiving it, Mu Bai just waved it casually. He had no interest in testing the car in the garage.

After all, with a supercar capable of accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in under two seconds, a parking garage wouldn’t showcase its full performance—at best, it would be symbolic.

Besides, he still had to shop for New Year’s supplies and didn’t want to waste time.

“No need. I’m in a hurry and need to go.”

Mu Bai waved off the offer, then turned to wave at Li Shan and the others behind him, signaling he was leaving.

“Mr. Mu, why not stay a bit longer?” Li Shan quickly spoke up to keep him. “Soon there’s going to be the Youth Charity Entrepreneurship Event hosted by Qingyan Group. Young attendees have a chance to receive tens of millions in funding and even luxury cars as rewards.

Of course, this might mean little to you, but my uncle will be attending with President Chen of Qingyan. I can introduce you. He’s called the ‘Dream Mentor’ for young entrepreneurs. I think any young person would benefit greatly from his guidance.”

Li Shan was being earnest. He was very curious about this boy and hoped to introduce him to his uncle and to Qingyan’s President Chen.

No matter how mysterious the boy’s background was, Li Shan believed his uncle and President Chen would find out the truth.

That way, his nagging curiosity would finally be satisfied.

But what Li Shan didn’t expect was that this young man named Mu didn’t even pause at the mention of these powerful figures. His pace didn’t change, nor did his expression.

He only slightly turned his body and looked back.

The boy’s pitch-black eyes calmly and indifferently met Li Shan’s, and that quiet gaze made Li Shan inexplicably flustered.

“Mr. Mu, I just thought maybe you’d like to stay a bit longer—to meet my uncle, and maybe even President Chen from Qingyan.”

“No need. I’m in a hurry.”

As soon as Li Shan finished speaking, Mu Bai’s indifferent reply rang in everyone’s ears.

His tone was calm, but anyone could tell he didn’t care—just like how he didn’t care earlier about the test drive invitation.

But none of them—including Li Shan, Lan Lan, and Xiao Qian—expected this boy to be so indifferent, even to the chance of meeting the head of Li Group in Nanjing.

Even the opportunity to connect with President Chen of Qingyan Group—a man who stood at the very top of Nanjing’s power hierarchy—was met with apathy.

Who exactly was this boy?
How could he, and dare he, show such indifference toward these towering figures of Nanjing’s elite?

Sure, Li Shan’s uncle wasn’t a man who could shake the entire city. But President Chen of Qingyan?
He was undoubtedly one of the few A12-level god-tier tycoons in Nanjing!

A12-level—anyone familiar with the world of wealth knew how terrifying that level was!

To the public, the world of the rich was mysterious and difficult to grasp. Their hierarchy was hidden from view.

But within their circles, there were clear and strict classifications. Even ordinary citizens were categorized:

• A1–A4: Impoverished, barely above subsistence.
• A4–A6: Petty bourgeois, with tens to hundreds of thousands in movable assets.
• A6–A8: Middle class—skilled professionals and high-salary white collars, typically with over a million in assets.
• A8–A9: High-income class—company execs and elite professionals, with tens of millions in assets. But they still couldn’t influence real power struggles. They were pawns at best.
• A9–A10: Quasi-elites—just beginning to access the edges of the power circle. To even qualify here required at least 1 billion yuan in assets.
• A11 and above: True elites—the power players who could influence the course of entire regions. To enter this circle required at least 10 billion yuan.

Without a ten-billion-level fortune, one couldn’t even be considered a player in this game. Even buying a top-tier luxury car or watch would feel painful to such people.

They weren’t true elites—some not even qualified as quasi-elites.

And President Chen’s A12 level—that represented assets exceeding 100 billion yuan!

Not just in Nanjing—even globally, only a handful of public tycoons had achieved A13 level.

Rumors of A14-level figures existed—but no one had ever seen them. These people were like the hidden founders of global financial empires—shadows behind the curtain.

So now, as Li Shan and the others stood there, listening to this boy speak so casually about not needing to meet an A12-level tycoon like Chen, they couldn’t help but feel shaken.

This was the only person they’d ever met who didn’t care about an A12-level god-tier tycoon.

If he were an outsider, ignorant of Qingyan or what “A12” meant, that would be understandable.

But this boy clearly belonged to the circle.
Spending over 100 million on a supercar without blinking—he knew, and he still didn’t care!

What did that mean?

For a moment, if not for the unbelievable nature of the idea stuck in Li Shan’s mind, he would’ve fully believed that this was the rumored Invincible Cold, the one who silenced an entire room of tycoons with a single command at the top of the Purple Gold Pavilion.