GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 26 - 26: "You'll Be Fired Immediately"

Yilin Talent Agency Headquarters

[Dialogue Reinforcement]

Ling Xi'er (slamming her car door, pink manicured nails glinting):

"Hey! Newbie! Park my Lambo. Now." (tosses keys with a flick of her wrist)

Ye Chen (snatching keys mid-air, smirk icy):

"Job description says 'strategic consultant', not 'valet'." (tosses keys back) "Try driving your own hype train."

Ling Xi'er (face flushing beneath contour makeup):

"You—! I'll have you scrubbing toilets by sunset! I'm Ling Xi'er! 8 million followers—"

Bai Hanyan (emerging breathlessly from revolving doors):

"Xi'er-jie, he doesn't know the rules yet! Let me—"

Ling Xi'er (whirling, heel snapping marble floor):

"Quiet, songbird! Still whimpering over last year's performance review?" (mock-pouts) "How... ordinary."

Ye Chen (tapping smartwatch, hologram contract blazing):

"Clause 9.7: 'Influencer liabilities subject to blockchain audit'." (leans in) "Shall we livestream your bot-farm metrics, Miss Xi'er?"

[Quantum-Capitalist Architecture]

The agency's glass spire pulsed with invisible data—a Schrödinger skyscraper where:

· Floors 1-20: Livestream pods harvested viewer dopamine into tradable crypto-tokens.

· Penthouse: Materialized only when CEO biometrics collapsed its quantum state. @@novelbin@@

Ling Xi'er's "accidental" Lamborghini reveal? A nano-engineered shame ritual—its pink metallic flakes chemically bonded to sycophants' retinal cells. Yet Ye Chen's analog wristwatch (a 1937 Patek Philippe) emitted counter-frequencies, scrambling her vanity metrics.

[Blockchain Execution]

Liu Zhigang (via bone-conduction earpiece):

"Ye-zong! Her termination smart contract is—"

Ye Chen (striding past trembling execs):

"Override code: Q-Entropy Reversal. Purge all synthetic followers."

The building's lights dimmed. Across Douyin, 8 million bot-accounts dissolved like sugar in dark matter.

[Bio-Photonic Epilogue]

Bai Hanyan (clutching jade pendant aglow with uncanny light):

"Why intervene? I'm just... background noise here."

Ye Chen (studying the pendant's quantum resonance):

"Your voice emits bio-photonic dissonance. Last year's 'layoff'?" (smiles coldly) "They feared what they couldn't algorithmize."

Outside, the Lamborghini's AI core finally recognized the CEO's retinal signature—in Ye Chen's unblinking stare. Its alarm died mid-wail.