GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 34 - 34: "I Know a Few Billionaires in Jiangzhou"

Mo Mengfei's parents froze in the doorway, their eyes widening as they took in the scene: their daughter dabbing a stranger's shirt with a napkin, the air thick with the scent of spilled soup and awkwardness.

"Why are you here?" Mo Mengfei blurted, flustered.

"Who is this?" her mother demanded, scrutinizing Ye Chen.

"My neighbor, Ye Chen," Mo Mengfei explained hurriedly. "I accidentally spilled soup on him. I was just cleaning it up."

Her parents exchanged skeptical glances but said nothing.

"Nice to meet you, Uncle, Auntie," Ye Chen greeted politely.

Mo's mother nodded curtly, while her father smiled warmly. "Xiao Ye, sit! Make yourself comfortable."

As Mo Mengfei followed her mother upstairs for a private discussion, Ye Chen found himself alone with her father.

"So, what do you do, Xiao Ye?" Mr. Mo asked, lighting a cigarette. @@novelbin@@

"I'm still in university," Ye Chen replied, "but I also run a company."

"A company?"

"Yilin Talent Agency. It's valued around a billion yuan."

Mr. Mo's eyebrows shot up. A student CEO? Impressed, he leaned forward. "If you ever need help, reach out. I might not handle the family business, but I know a few billionaires in Jiangzhou."

Meanwhile, across the city, Ling Xi'er smirked at her camera. Under Yan Baimei's orders, she'd spent the day filming tearful "exposés" accusing Ye Chen of forced drinking sessions and workplace abuse—all fabricated. Now, she launched her debut stream on Shark Live.

Gifts flooded her screen:

[User "MapleLeaf" sent 10 Super Rockets!]

[User "ShadowKing" became a Duke!]

Her viewership skyrocketed to 1 million within minutes.

In stark contrast, Bai Hanyan's livestream struggled with 2,000 viewers. The rookie singer adjusted her mic nervously, unaware the platform's algorithm was about to throw her into the fire.

Click.

The "random PK" button paired her with Ling Xi'er.

Two screens split the platform: on one side, Bai Hanyan, trembling but earnest; on the other, Ling Xi'er, venom dripping from her smile.

"Look who it is!" Ling sneered. "Yilin's new puppet. Does Ye Chen make you sing lullabies for his clients too?"

Bai Hanyan froze. Before she could respond, Ling's fans unleashed a tsunami of gifts, crushing the PK score to 500,000 vs. 800.

But as the clock ticked down, a notification blazed across Shark Live:

[User "Jiangzhou_Tycoon" entered Bai Hanyan's stream!]

A single Super Galaxy Castle—worth $10,000—erased Bai's deficit.

Ling Xi'er's smile cracked.

Off-screen, Ye Chen glanced at Mr. Mo's contact. Time to test that billionaire network.