The SSS-Rank cashback billionaire system: Building wealth!-Chapter 22: Expensive A-class

Solomon had just gotten off at the bus station when a group of kids appeared, teenagers who obviously looked like they were from the Dominant A– class elites.

They wore expensive clothes and their hair was done nicely, but the expressions on their faces clearly showed they were troublemakers.

Solomon couldn’t believe it. What he had been trying to avoid the whole time had just happened to him. He had been careful throughout his entire journey passing through the C-Class area, but now that he had finally arrived at the A-Class area, he didn’t expect his luck would be so jinx. Running into a bunch of A-Class kids, they were just fucking annoying.

He hadn’t expected this.

Now he would have to avoid all these kids. They were bothersome as hell.

He wondered how he was supposed to get away from this place and reach his final destination. The system had given him a time limit. He couldn’t help but check his wristwatch.

He had only an hour left to reach his destination and fulfill this mission once and for all, but these arrogant kids from the A-Class were blocking his path.

What to do? This was a very difficult situation he found himself in.

"Hey, why are you not answering us?" one of the blonde rich kids wearing eyeglasses with black lenses resting on top of their forehead called out after Solomon didn’t answer them for a long time.

The girl looked at him as she spoke. She fucking agitated him just by looking at her. She was so goddamn annoying, like Cassie, his ex.

Why the hell was he even thinking about her right now? Solomon’s brain raced, trying to figure out what to say, what he was going to answer this girl.

After thinking for a long moment, he said to her, "Kid, you should have respect for your elders. Don’t mock anyone for the brand they choose to wear. You can’t recognize this brand because it’s a fucking brand your father cannot afford."

He said this in a calm voice, keeping a neutral expression, pretending he was super rich and not allowing the girls to see his real reaction.

Deep down, he knew the money in their wallets in their father’s wallets was more than the money in his system wallet.

"You are such a big liar. Do you think this is an expensive brand? You’re all talk and no action. This coat you’re wearing is pretty cheap.

Look at the fabric, look at it. As you can see, I’m wearing the most expensive brand. Look at me, I’m wearing the most special brand. I’m wearing TJS, the most expensive brand in the sector. What are you wearing? What brand is that I’ve never heard of? Do you know who my father is?" the girl said, looking at him with a smug smile.

Solomon had half a mind to silence her, pick her up like the garbage she was acting like, and throw her in a bin. But that would be irrational.

He didn’t have the time to deal with the fallout of assaulting a A class brat.

"Well, go on. Respect yourself. You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re just a kid," Solomon said to the girl.

"You don’t know what you’re saying. All talk and no proof. Do you know what brand this is? You can’t tell. I won’t spend my effort on you. Do you want me to give you money so you’ll go and leave me alone?"

"How much can you give us?" the girl suddenly asked.

Money. To get out of this problem, Solomon calculated that money was the only way he could save himself from this situation.

So he decided to solve everything with money, send them away, and ensure the girls wouldn’t disturb him again.

"Well, open your bank app. Give me your details. I’m going to send you money."

Her friend looked at him in disbelief. "You’re all bluff. If you can prove right now that you can really send out a lot of money, I’ll let you go. Prove it."

There was nothing he was losing here. He could easily get the cash back once he spent money.

Solomon secretly smiled to himself and immediately brought up his phone. He sent 100,000 credits each to the three girls. The moment the money came into their phones, they looked at him in shock.

"Look, man. It’s not as if my daddy isn’t rich or doesn’t give me money. But seeing that you can easily send 100,000 credit to me without even blinking, I bet you’re a genuine rich man.

Let me not catch you one day and find out you’re a fraud," the girl said, putting her hands up and looking at him before turning around with her friends.

Solomon shook his head. Thank goodness they were fucking gone. At that moment, he heard his phone ring—the system notification that he had gotten the cash back into his account.

Well, the system could be the easiest thing that had ever happened to him, but he felt like this was a losing game. He made more money, but he also spent more money just as easily.

He ended up spending more in a day than the cashback the system gave him. He needed more cashbacks, though. He didn’t know how this was going to work out. This spending and taking and taking felt like a devil’s temptation.

He thought again, thank goodness the girls had gone away and wouldn’t disturb him anymore.

Finally, Solomon walked through the area, looking around at the clear road before him. Now he only had to find the building belonging to the owner of ID Dylan Newton.

He looked at the ID card in his hand and read the address again once more before finally deciding to book a flying car. He had no more time, although the flying car was going to gut his account.

He called the cab and told them the address.

"That will be 500,000 dollars," the driver said.

Solomon’s eyebrows raised hearing that much money. Fuck, things in the A-Class were so expensive.

How much were the workers in the A-Class area earning? Was this where all the money from the D-Class people went? The most hardworking people worked their asses off, and all their resources went to the A-Class. This was fucking expensive.

Solomon acted like it was nothing and opened his bank app, immediately paying the flying cab. The moment he paid, he sat back and relaxed, not wanting to think about the money he had just spent for a simple ride.

As the ride went on, he closed his eyes to relax.

"Hey, you there! Stop! What is the identity of the person sitting in the back seat? Wake up!"

At that moment, Solomon snapped his eyes open, realizing what had happened.

The flying car had stopped at a floating checkpoint a very long towering bridge where officers stopped all flying vehicles to check identities.

Solomon began to panic but closed his fist, not wanting to show it. This was a very dangerous situation

. As a D-Class citizen who had successfully gotten here to a very prestigious address in the A-Class area, he was in trouble.

"Hey, who are you and what do you have?" the officer demanded.

God, if Solomon didn’t figure out a way to escape, he might be considered a criminal by these people.

He calculated rapidly in his mind, what to do, what was he going to do to easily escape from this place?

"Young man, who are you? Where are you going?"

"I’m going to return the ID card to my young master. I forgot his ID card, so I’m going to return it to him. I’m just a humble worker working for him, sir," Solomon said, speaking only the truth and not claiming to be someone of high status. He didn’t have an ID to prove he was a citizen of the A-Class, which he wasn’t. That would get him arrested immediately.

So the best option he calculated was pretending to be a worker for Dylan Newton.

Obviously, this person’s father and family owned a big business or something of that sort, which was a good thing, and Solomon could easily pretend to be one of the workers.

The officer looked at Solomon suspiciously the whole time. Solomon kept his expression neutral, his breathing normal, his eyes looking at the officer directly without batting an eye, maintaining steady eye contact.

"Show me the ID," the officer said.

Immediately, Solomon brought the ID from his pocket and showed it to the man.

The officer looked at it for a moment, then glanced at Solomon again as if wanting to catch suspicious panic in his eyes. But the whole time, Solomon remained calm.

"You are lucky," the officer said. "You can go." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Solomon nodded his head and settled back comfortably into the cab. The car finally floated toward the original address. In less than twelve minutes, Solomon had arrived at a building.

The building in the A-Class area looked like a different universe, a different planet, a different fantasy. This address, this building he had come to, was so unique—something he had never seen in any of the classes he came from.

How much did people really invest in this place that everybody seemed so rich, super rich? The wealth of the A-Class was more than a trillion.

Solomon was just in the A-Class temporarily; he wasn’t even rich. He wasn’t from the S-Class, and seeing this much wealth felt surreal.

"Young man, we have arrived at the location," the driver announced.

Solomon stepped out of the car, offering a brief nod of thanks to the driver. He stood before the entrance, verifying the address one last time.

This was it. He reached out and pressed the sleek interface beside the door. A soft, melodic chime echoed from within. When no one answered immediately, he pressed it again—chime, chime.

The door chimed for the last time before a voice came.

"Who is there?"

💭 Question for readers:

If you had Solomon’s cashback system, what’s the FIRST thing you’d buy?