The skyline of Jingzhou glimmered as Shen Moze stepped out of his Jinhai GT, polished and gleaming under the afternoon sun.
[System Notification: Suggested action — observe competitors at the Jingzhou Business Club. Expected outcome: insight + points.]
He smirked. Competitors, huh? Let's see how much noise they make.
Inside the club, chandeliers sparkled above wealthy investors and entrepreneurs. The air smelled of fine coffee and polished leather.
Two familiar faces approached: classmates who once mocked him, now turned small-time traders, clearly trying to measure up.
"Moze…" one stammered. "We… didn't expect to see you here."
He smiled faintly, casual, nonchalant. "I'm just… exploring opportunities."
Their eyes widened as he leaned slightly, checking his watch with effortless confidence. Charm points ticking up silently.
[System Note: Rival observation complete. Points +50.]
A young woman nearby spilled her drink near a cocktail table. Shen Moze bent to hand her a napkin, flashing a faint grin.
"Thanks," she said, flustered.
"No problem," he said, perfectly casual. Charm points +10.
Across town, social media buzzed. Photos of him at the business club circulated: leaning casually, talking with staff, laughing politely with investors.
Comments:
"Wait… that's the old taxi driver?!"
"He's unstoppable… casually handling rivals like it's nothing."
"How does he do it?"
Tang Yuxin scrolled past, narrowing her eyes. Her jealousy didn't need him to think of her—she saw results, social proof, and confidence, and that stung sharply.
Shen Moze found a quiet corner and checked the system.
"Suggested trade: luxury real estate partnership with high-end logistics firm. Risk moderate. Profit potential: ¥800,000–¥1,200,000. Points +100. Optional upgrade: Negotiation +5."
He followed the guidance casually, sending emails and signing contracts with a faint grin. It was routine. Easy. Profitable.
[System Note: Contract executed. Potential profit: ¥950,000. Points +100.]
By evening, the rivals had retreated to their own offices, visibly shaken by how effortlessly Moze handled himself.
One muttered to his colleague: "He… he's untouchable."
Exactly. Moze thought. Nonchalant. Relaxed. This is how it's done.
Back at Qinglong Manor, his family gathered in the living room.
"Moze… you're moving faster than anyone I know," his mother said, tablet in hand. "You barely even break a sweat."
He smiled lightly, leaning back. "Mom, life's simpler when you focus on what matters and let the rest follow."
Shen Lin rolled his eyes. "And apparently look untouchable while doing it."
Points ticking up quietly: Charm +5, Negotiation +5.
Night fell, city lights reflected in the river like shards of gold. Shen Moze sipped coffee, scanning his social media feeds.
Old classmates were buzzing with envy. Rivals worried about deals they hadn't even started. Investors were impressed.
Tang Yuxin's name appeared occasionally in comments or likes. She wasn't ignored—she was watching, quietly frustrated, and that fueled her jealousy.
Shen Moze didn't care.
The taxi driver inside him is gone.
The tycoon-to-be is untouchable.
Before bed, the system pinged softly:
"Daily tasks complete. Total profit today: ¥1,150,000. Points +150. Suggested upgrades: Charm +10 or Negotiation +10."
He leaned back in Qinglong Manor's balcony, city lights glittering below.
"Charm today. Negotiation tomorrow," he muttered casually.
The world was moving, but he was already ahead, nonchalant, untouchable, and enjoying the quiet satisfaction of effortless control.