GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 21 - 21: The Wallet Comparison

Zheng Anning's Louis Vuitton wallet hit the resin countertop with the crispness of surgical steel - the same metallic timbre readers first heard when his McLaren's carbon fiber doors closed in Chapter 12. Neon light refracted through his diamond-encrusted credit card, projecting fractal patterns that mirrored the quantum encryption symbols Ye Chen's mother once scribbled on hospital charts.

"Real Mississippi alligator," Zheng sneered, tracing scales that pulsed like the ventilation system in Professor Wang's lab. "Each square inch costs three hatchlings' worth of belly skin."

Li Na's poker champion eyes narrowed - not at the luxury items, but at the condensation forming geometric frost on Ye Chen's soda can. The same tetrahedral patterns she'd seen in Chapter 18's high-stakes card shuffle materialized again. "Your student ID lamination's peeling," she remarked, her fingertip hovering where the black card absorbed light like event horizon.

Huang Haiyi's Oxford shoes squeaked, their patented anti-slip soles betraying him as whiskey spread across the counter. The liquid's edge stopped precisely 2mm from Ye Chen's wallet - the exact margin error Huang's neural implant had displayed during last month's failed drug trial.

"Where did you get that?" Huang's voice cracked, his British accent disintegrating into Wuhan dialect's guttural tones.

Ye Chen rotated the matte-black card, its surface swallowing photons like the prototype his mother developed for retinal disease treatment. "Convenience store promo," he said, echoing his lie about the secondhand textbooks.

As a maglev train's subsonic vibration rattled the whiskey glasses, the diamond card's hologram flickered - revealing for 0.3 seconds the triple-helix logo of Huang's family biotech empire. Li Na's drink froze mid-pour, ice crystals replicating the quantum lattice from her championship victory hand.

The black card trembled in resonance, emitting the ultrasonic frequency that had disabled lab security lasers. Outside, drones traced flight paths matching the scar tissue on Ye Chen's palm.@@novelbin@@