The matte black-gold card tapped against the glass screen of Zhou Yang’s sales tablet with a sharp, clear click.
Liu Yan let out a piercing laugh that drew the attention of dozens of nearby attendees.
“Lin Mo, stop bragging in front of Manager Qian!” Liu Yan mocked, folding her arms. “You pulled out a toy card and think you look like a tycoon? You probably rented that coat from an alley theater! If you have one hundred and fifty million yuan, I will kneel down and drink that spilled puddle of water off the floor!”
Manager Qian smirked, crossing his arms over his protruding beer belly. “Kid, our payment gateway is linked directly to the Central Bank Settlement Network. If you swipe a fraudulent card, the automated fraud system alerts convention security within ten seconds. You will leave here in handcuffs.”
Lin Mo did not blink. He looked at Zhou Yang.
“Zhou Yang,” Lin Mo said, his tone casual. “Select ‘Full Inventory Acquisition.’ Enter employee code, select lump-sum wire settlement, and authorize the merchant terminal.”
Zhou Yang’s hands shook violently. The young salesman looked at Lin Mo’s calm eyes, then down at the obsidian card resting against his screen. A sudden spark of courage flared in his chest.
“Yes... yes, sir!” Zhou Yang stammered.
His trembling fingers tapped the touch display. He selected thirty units of the Maybach S680 Executive Sedans and ten units of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge SUVs.
The total price box flashed in bright blue numerals:
Total Transaction Amount: ¥150,000,000.00 RMB.
Zhou Yang swallowed hard. He tapped the green ‘Execute Card Settlement’ button.
The terminal emitted a soft, high-frequency tone. A glowing ring of golden light pulsed across the tablet’s glass screen.
For three seconds, the entire pavilion held its breath.
Then, a deep digital chime boomed through the convention center’s primary commercial speakers:
[CENTRAL CLEARING CONFIRMED: INDUSTRIAL & COMMERCIAL BANK OF CHINA.]
[SETTLEMENT TYPE: DIRECT SOVEREIGN CASH WIRE.]
[AMOUNT DEDUCTED: ¥150,000,000.00 RMB.]
[PAYER: TAICHU BENEVOLENCE TRUST / CHAIRMAN LIN MO.]
[STATUS: CLEARED IN FULL. ZERO DEFERRED FINANCING.]
High above the pavilion, the four-sided, eighty-foot LED scoreboard flashed with blinding golden text:
[SUPREME STAR LUXURY AUTO — PAVILION STATUS: SOLD OUT!]
[ALL 40 VEHICLES ACQUIRED IN A SINGLE TRANSACTION!]
[PURCHASER: TAICHU BENEVOLENCE GROUP!]
[HANDLING SALES ASSOCIATE: ZHOU YANG (EMPLOYEE #8042)!]
The entire convention hall fell into a stunned, breathless silence.
Glasses froze midway to socialites’ lips. Millionaires turned around with wide eyes. The two car models in silver evening gowns gasped, clutching their bare collars as cold sweat ruined their makeup. Their faces turned chalk-white as they stared at rookie Zhou Yang, whom they had ridiculed only ten minutes ago.
Zhou Yang had just earned four point five million yuan in pure commissions in a single morning. That was more than both models combined could earn in fifteen years of posing on exhibition platforms.
“Four point five million...” Model Li whispered, her red lips trembling with bitter humiliation. “He was wearing a polyester suit with scuffed shoes... how did he get so lucky?!”
Model Chen looked down at the puddle of spilled water she had kicked earlier, wishing the marble floor would open up and swallow her whole.
Manager Qian’s jaw dropped so low his gold filling was visible under the halogen lamps. His face drained of all color, turning the sickly shade of curdled tofu.
“One... one hundred and fifty million...” Qian whispered, his voice cracking like dry wood. “Cleared? In cash? Without bank financing?!”
Beside him, Liu Yan felt the floor tilt beneath her high heels.
Her hand shook so violently that her champagne glass slipped through her fingers, shattering on the polished tile in a spray of sparkling foam. She pulled out her phone with frantic, spastic motions, opening her calculator app.
She typed 150,000,000 into the screen. She counted the zeroes three times. Her breath came in shallow, ragged wheezes.
One hundred and fifty million yuan, Liu Yan screamed inside her mind. He didn’t rent the suit! He didn’t borrow the medal! He just bought forty supercars with one swipe! And I dumped him for an old man who leases an apartment and gave me a fake diamond necklace!
A cold wave of nausea washed over her. Her knees buckled, and she had to lean heavily against a Maybach hood to keep from collapsing onto the wet floor.
Zhou Yang stood completely paralyzed, staring at his sales tablet.
A green notification window popped up on his display:
[TRANSACTION COMMISSION CONFIRMED: 3.00% STATUTORY RATE.]
[NET COMMISSION PAYABLE TO EMPLOYEE #8042: ¥4,500,000.00 RMB.]
[FUNDS LOCKED IN ESCROW — TRANSFERRED TO COMMERCE WALLET UPON INVOICE PRINTING.]
“Four... four point five million yuan?” Zhou Yang whispered, his vision blurring with tears.
He had never seen more than ten thousand yuan in his bank account in his entire life. With four million five hundred thousand yuan, his father’s silicosis treatments were paid for the next ten years. His family’s old debt was cleared. His sister could go to college.
Zhou Yang dropped his clipboard onto the hood of the car, covered his face with his calloused hands, and began to weep with profound, shaking relief.
“My dad is saved...” the young man sobbed. “Dad can get his medicine...”
Lin Mo patted Zhou Yang’s back with a calm, steady hand.
“Wipe your tears, Director Zhou,” Lin Mo said warmly. “You did your job with honesty and respect. You earned every single fen of that commission through your own character.”
In Lin Mo’s mind, the celestial system panel detonated with magnificent golden radiance.
[DING! Monumental Pure-Heart Benevolence Expenditure Confirmed!]
[Recipient 1: Zhou Yang (Goodness: 89/100) — Received: ¥4,500,000.00 Commission & Life-Saving Medical Endowment.]
[Recipient 2: Taichu Fleet & Staff Welfare Pool — Received: 40 Luxury Fleet Vehicles.]
[Calculation: Total Spent: ¥150,000,000.00 RMB | Multiplier: 100x Pure-Heart Return.]
[Refund Amount: +¥15,000,000,000.00 RMB Transferred to Personal Vault!]
[Benevolence Merit Points: +15,000,000 BMP Awarded!]
[Personal Vault Current Balance: ¥88,808,180,000.50 RMB!]
[Good People Network Expanded: 4,250 Verified Righteous Allies!]
A vast, roaring ocean of pure golden benevolence qi poured into Lin Mo’s dantian.
The energy was immense, swirling like a golden galaxy inside his lower abdomen. His Rank 1 Absolute Peak Martial foundation grew so dense and stable that it felt like an ancient mountain anchored into the earth’s core. His senses sharpened to an uncanny degree. He could feel the electrical currents pulsing inside the convention center’s sub-floor wiring.
Nearly eighty-nine billion yuan in liquid cash, Lin Mo thought with a deadpan smile. All because a snobby dealership manager wanted to show off in front of my gold-digger ex-girlfriend. If I hire Manager Qian as my corporate spending consultant, I might reach one hundred billion before lunchtime.
Lin Mo turned back to Zhou Yang, who was frantically wiping his eyes with a paper napkin.
“Zhou Yang, let us complete the vehicle registration paperwork,” Lin Mo instructed in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Yes, Chairman Lin! Immediately!” Zhou Yang pulled out a fresh stack of registration forms.
“Ten of the Rolls-Royce Cullinans are designated as executive commuter vehicles,” Lin Mo said smoothly, glancing at his core team. “Register two under Chief Executive Officer Su Wan. Register two under Legal General Counsel Shen Qiaoqiao. Register two under Sanctuary Hospital Dean Gu Qinghe. And register four under Righteous Iron Guard Commander Tie Niu.”
Su Wan smiled faintly, bowing her head. “Thank you, Chairman Lin.”
Shen Qiaoqiao pushed her glasses up her nose with a cheerful giggle. “A four-million-yuan Rolls-Royce for a public interest lawyer? The opposing defense attorneys will faint before I even open my briefcase.”
Tie Niu rubbed his chin with a grin. “Good. The Cullinan has enough trunk space for six sets of tactical riot shields and spare hydraulic cutters.”
“What about the thirty Maybach S680s, Chairman Lin?” Zhou Yang asked, his pen poised over the forms.
Lin Mo looked over at Grandma Chen, who was happily sharing a sweet bun with Little Guo’er on the display sofa.
“Register all thirty Maybachs under Taichu Logistics and Canteen Services,” Lin Mo stated without the slightest hesitation. “Have our graphics shop paint emerald lettering on the driver and passenger doors.”
Zhou Yang blinked. “What should the lettering say, sir?”
“Paint: ‘Grandma Chen’s Taichu Sanctuary Canteen Morning Vegetable Van & Hospital Nurse Shuttle,’” Lin Mo replied deadpan. “Also, install commercial rubber floor liners in the rear footwells. We cannot have cabbage leaves and live river-shrimp water staining the German Nappa leather.”
Grandma Chen walked over to the open trunk of the flagship Maybach, adjusting her knitted shawl. She tapped the plush felt lining with her work-worn knuckle, nodding with maternal approval.
“Goodness me, Xiao Mo,” Grandma Chen said, her eyes twinkling with warmth. “This trunk is deep enough to hold six wooden crates of morning tofu and forty pounds of tender winter bamboo shoots! And look at these hydraulic hinges! When old women like me lift the lid at five in the morning, our bad backs won’t ache at all!”
Little Guo’er clapped her tiny hands, giggling from the plush back seat. “Big Brother Lin Mo, the leather seats are so soft! Can I eat wontons in here on the way to school?”
“You may eat wontons in every single one of them, Little Guo’er,” Lin Mo replied with a gentle smile. “As long as you do not spill the chili oil on the seatbelt buckles. German replacement parts take three weeks to ship from Hamburg, and chili stains are stubborn.”
A collective choke echoed through the crowd of watching socialites.
Using three-million-yuan flagship Maybachs to haul live shrimp and heads of cabbage to a community canteen? The sheer, unadulterated absurdity of the command left everyone completely speechless.
Manager Qian grabbed his balding head with both hands. His knees trembled so violently that his trousers rippled.
“No... this cannot be real...” Qian babbled, his eyes glazed with horror. “You... you used thirty Maybachs for cabbage? And you gave that rookie four million five hundred thousand in commission?!”
He suddenly lunged forward, throwing his hands out toward Lin Mo with a groveling, pathetic whimper.
“Chairman Lin! Noble Chairman Lin!” Qian cried out, tears of terror leaking down his flabby cheeks. “I was blind! I was foolish! I didn’t recognize Mount Tai!”
“That commission... that deal was executed on my showroom floor! According to dealership policy, the general manager is entitled to override sixty percent of the floor commission! Please... let me co-sign the invoice! My dealership owes eighteen million to the banks this week!”
Tie Niu stepped between Qian and Lin Mo.
The commander did not even raise his fist. He simply planted his chest forward. Manager Qian crashed against Tie Niu’s iron-hard torso as if running into a reinforced concrete seawall, bouncing backward onto the wet marble floor.
“Keep three paces distance from the Chairman,” Tie Niu rumbled. “Before you require an orthopedic consult.”
Liu Yan stood frozen beside the car, her sequined dress clinging to her shivering body. She looked at Lin Mo with wide, pleading eyes.
“Lin Mo...” Liu Yan whimpered, taking a timid step toward him. “Lin Mo, do you remember our college days? We... we used to share that little noodle stall behind the library. I was just stressed by my family’s debts last week...”
“I didn’t mean those terrible things I said... We can start over... I can help you manage your new cars...”
Lin Mo did not even turn his head. He looked straight past her at the registration forms Zhou Yang was filling out.
“Miss Liu,” Lin Mo said, his voice as cold and flat as a winter pond. “When you step into an executive vehicle, make sure you don’t track mud on the carpet. That Maybach is reserved for Grandma Chen’s fresh scallions. Its cargo is far more valuable than your dignity.”
The crowd of buyers erupted into muffled snickers. Liu Yan’s face flushed crimson, then turned a ghostly, humiliated ash-gray.
Before she could speak another word, a frantic commotion broke out at the main entrance of Hall One.
A tall, silver-haired man in a bespoke three-piece Italian suit sprinted through the double glass doors, surrounded by six private security guards in dark suits. His silk necktie was askew, and beads of sweat poured down his temples.
The man was Chairman Jiang, the absolute majority owner of the Jiangcheng Supreme Star Automotive Group.
In his hand, Chairman Jiang clutched a sheaf of forensic audit documents stamped with the official seal of the Taichu Legal Department.
“Out of the way! Move!” Chairman Jiang screamed, shoving past exhibitors and racing straight toward the Maybach pavilion.
His furious eyes locked onto General Manager Qian cowering on the floor.
“Qian, you bastard!” Chairman Jiang roared at the top of his lungs. “What have you done to our company?!”