"B-boss? What do you mean I’m the one being evicted ? I’ve worked here for twelve years!"
Lin Feng didn’t answer. He just tilted his phone toward her.
He’d been poor his entire life. The kind of poor where you calculate the electricity bill per kilowatt-hour before turning on the AC. And now, a cosmic glitch of a system demanded he spend the GDP of a small village before midnight, or wake up without a kidney.
247 limited-edition Hermès bags (all colors). Purchase: The entire Patek Philippe display case. Purchase: The building that housed L’Étoile.
He simply pulled out his phone and, with a calm that terrified the pigeons outside, ordered:
[Remaining daily quota: 1,300,000 RMB.] [Bonus unlocked: "The Silent Slap" – Any employee who disrespects you is immediately fired by their own corporate AI.]
Lin Feng stared at the text message on his phone. It wasn’t a notification from his banking app. It was a translucent blue screen only he could see.
Then came the second message.
Lin Feng smiled, poured himself a glass of room-temperature Bai Jiu, and whispered to the night sky:
The screen showed a transaction log:
Lin Feng stood up from his broken swivel chair, looked at the instant noodles growing cold on his desk, and whispered one word: "Challenge accepted."
