GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 29 - 29: The Weight of Power

After Manager Liu and Ling Xi'er were escorted out, the room fell into an uneasy silence. Ye Chen exchanged a brief farewell with Bai Hanyan before leading Yang Xuemin and the other executives toward the headquarters of Yilin Talent Agency. Left alone, Bai Hanyan stood frozen, her mind reeling.

"Ye Chen... the new CEO?"

Her thoughts churned. She had mistaken the company's top executive for a recent graduate. The humiliation burned. Worse, she had pleaded with Ling Xi'er on his behalf. Now it was clear—Ye Chen never needed her intervention. Without her meddling, the confrontation might have ended far more cleanly.

How could I be so naive?

In the conference room of Yilin Talent Agency, Ye Chen sat at the head of the table, his expression icy. The executives kept their eyes lowered, the air thick with tension. Every heartbeat echoed like a countdown. Nothing had gone according to their carefully rehearsed welcome plan. Instead, they'd witnessed their new leader dismantle two colleagues with surgical precision. The humiliation lingered like a stain.

Ye Chen cleared his throat.

The executives flinched, lifting their gazes as if pulled by invisible strings.

"What happened today," Ye Chen said, his voice colder than quantum steel, "must never repeat itself at Yilin." @@novelbin@@

He was no longer the student they'd imagined. His demeanor radiated authority, sharpened by simmering displeasure.

"CEO Ye, I guarantee such incidents will never occur again," Yang Xuemin blurted, bowing slightly.

Ye Chen's gaze swept the room. "I won't tolerate another Liu Zhigang. If any of you share his... tendencies, reform now. Or resign."

A ripple of nods traveled through the group.

"Conduct a full audit," Ye Chen added. "Anyone linked to Liu's schemes—terminate them."

"Understood. I'll oversee it personally," Yang Xuemin replied, sweat glistening at his temples.

Later, in the CEO's office—a sprawling space of polished obsidian and augmented-reality interfaces—Ye Chen listened to Yang's status reports. When the door finally closed, leaving him alone, he paced the room. His reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows showed a man transformed.

Power.

It hummed in his veins like a drug. Beneath him lay a company worth billions. Soon, he vowed, it would grow into trillions. His current net worth of five billion was merely a starting point. With the [From $300 Monthly Salary to World's Richest] game and relentless ambition, even the title of "global tycoon" felt within reach.

What would it feel like to stand atop the world's wealth?

The thought electrified him. No—speculation was pointless. He'd climb until he could taste it firsthand.

By noon, Ye Chen invited Bai Hanyan to Changran Residence, his private restaurant, as a gesture of gratitude. The choice was practical—the food was exceptional, and ownership meant no bill.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived. The hostess greeted them with practiced deference, unaware that the young man in unassuming attire held deeds to both the establishment and the future itself.