Morning sunlight spilled into Qinglong Manor, reflecting off the polished floors and the large bay windows.
Shen Moze sat at the breakfast table, a cup of coffee in hand, while his younger brother, Shen Lin, stared wide-eyed at the spread before him.
"Wait… this isn't takeout?" Shen Lin asked. "This… this is… real food?"
Shen Moze smirked. "Yeah. Fresh, not fried or greasy. Don't choke on your scrambled eggs."
Their mother walked in, holding a tablet and scrolling through notifications. "Moze… your villa… the GT… the trades… this isn't a dream, is it?"
He chuckled. "If it is, it's a really nice one."
[System Notification: Daily sign-in complete. Suggested investment: luxury real estate in downtown Jingzhou. Risk low. Potential profit: ¥300,000–¥500,000. Points +150.]
Shen Moze sipped his coffee, ignoring the ping at first. He glanced at the numbers, smirked, and tapped his phone. Within minutes, the system guided him to secure a small downtown property.
[System Note: Investment complete. Expected profit: ¥420,000. Points +150.]
"Whoa," Shen Lin said, nearly choking. "How are you…? How is any of this real?"
Shen Moze leaned back, grin casual. "Simple. Work smart, follow the rules, let the system whisper. You'll see someday."
Later, he stepped outside to check his GT. A few neighbors paused to stare, whispering among themselves.
"Isn't that…?"
"The taxi driver?"
Shen Moze waved lightly and started the engine. No need to show off. Just exist, and people react.
By noon, he stopped at a luxury watch dealer, following another system suggestion. A limited-edition piece caught his eye. He placed the order as TAI guided him:
Exact timing
Bid amount
Negotiation strategy
[System Notification: Trade executed. Profit potential: ¥120,000. Points +100.]
He didn't gloat. Just stepped outside, sipping coffee, listening to the city hum.
A few young women noticed him, glanced, whispered to friends, but he didn't flinch. Charm points silently ticked up.
Back at the villa, family members gathered around the living room later in the evening.
"Moze, you're… changing too fast," his mother said, half laughing, half exasperated. "Are you even the same person?"
Shen Moze grinned. "I'm the same guy, Mom. Just… better coffee, faster car, cleaner floors."
His brother rolled his eyes. "And somehow more intimidating, too. People outside… they look at you like you own the city."
"Maybe I do," Moze said casually, tossing a small jade ornament across the table. "Or maybe they just respect a guy who knows his moves."
Meanwhile, social media buzzed. Photos of him at the watch dealer, smiling naturally, were shared.
Comments:
"Is that Moze… the old taxi driver?"
"Villa, sports car, now luxury watches… what the hell?"
Tang Yuxin noticed, scrolling through the posts. She didn't see him thinking of her, didn't see him care. All she saw were results. And that twist of jealousy, sharp but quiet, stabbed her pride.
Night fell. Shen Moze stood on the balcony of Qinglong Manor, coffee in hand, city lights glittering below.
He reviewed the day:
System-assisted investment: property secured, luxury watch flipped for profit
Family reactions: amused, impressed, slightly bewildered
Public reactions: classmates shocked, neighbors whispering
Points: steadily rising for upgrades
No gloating. No overthinking. Just calm, deliberate moves.
Nonchalant. Untouchable. Entertaining the world without trying.