GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 38 - : "So You’ve Made Friends with a Certain ‘Brother Chen’?"

The phone vibrated with an unknown number. Ye Chen answered, greeted by a voice oozing practiced reverence:

"Brother Chen? This is Huang Haiyi—we met at the bar last week? Your black card left quite an impression..."

Memories surfaced—a dimly lit lounge where a pack of wide-eyed socialites had gawked as he casually settled an $80,000 champagne tab. Huang, their ringleader, now sounded like a kid begging for concert tickets.

—Subtextual Thread—

The black card's debut marked Ye's first social test after ascending the wealth hierarchy.

"There's a gathering tomorrow night," Huang pressed. "My circle's eager to meet the man from Villa No.8."

Ye's lips curved. Lingyun Sky Palace's eighth residence wasn't just property—it was a cipher for power. The compound's odd-numbered villas housed the city's shadow elites, their ownership histories scrubbed cleaner than surgical steel. Letting Huang's clique believe he'd joined their ranks? A strategic gambit.

"Eight sharp," Ye replied, severing the call before gratitude could curdle into groveling.

The Next Evening | Private Estate, Outskirts

Huang's entourage clustered under crystal chandeliers, their designer watches glinting like distress signals.

"You're certain this 'Brother Chen' isn't some influencer scam?" sneered a heir clutching a watered-down gin tonic. His $600,000 sports car suddenly felt like a tricycle.

Huang adjusted his silk pocket square. "The man parks his Koenigsegg where your father's Mercedes isn't allowed past the guardhouse."

A collective inhale. The eighth villa's legend preceded itself—stories whispered of its last owner, a lithium magnate who'd "retired" after certain offshore documents materialized in prosecutors' laps.

—Ambient Threat—

Unseen CCTV cameras tracked every arrival, their feeds monitored from a security bunker beneath the wine cellar.

The night air ruptured. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, a white specter devoured the gravel drive—a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, its matte finish swallowing moonlight. Scissor doors yawned open, disgorging Zheng Yuanliang—Huang's perennial rival and scion of a construction empire built on demolished heritage sites.

Zheng's Arsenal

· Ride: Lamborghini Aventador SVJ ($2.1 million after tariffs)

· Tell: Still uses daddy's corporate card for nightclub tabs

· Obsession: Outspending Huang since their prep school fistfight over a stolen textbook

"Admiring my new toy?" Zheng purred, palm slapping carbon fiber. "Cost less than renovating one of your family's slum apartments."

Huang's neck flushed Ferrari-red. His own McLaren 720S now seemed as impressive as a golf cart.

"Speaking of toys—" Zheng's grin turned lupine, "I hear you've been peddling fairy tales about some mythical patron. What's his name? 'Brother Moon'? 'Brother Cloud'?"

Ye's Approach | 19:58

The Koenigsegg's twin-turbo roar atomized the mountain silence. Ye's retinal display flickered:

[Social Dominance Objective]

Crush Zheng's automotive flex

Reward: Lamborghini dealership equity stake

He downshifted. Tonight wasn't a party—it was a velvet-gloved coup.

Unspoken Codes

· Villa Numerology: Even-numbered estates signal old money; odd numbers whisper of reinvented fortunes.

· Aventador's Roar: Among China's elite, decibel levels directly correlate with social standing.

· The Textbook Feud: Huang's stolen book contained his grandfather's political blackmail notes—a secret Zheng's family later weaponized.

Looming Threats

· Zheng's Lamborghini isn't his only new toy—rumors swirl of a recent acquisition involving a Singaporean shell company.

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· The eighth villa's security chief has made three calls to an unlisted Macau number since Ye's RSVP.

· Liu Wei's gin tonic contains enough anti-anxiety meds to tranquilize a leopard—his family's textile empire is hemorrhaging contracts.