Sunlight poured through Qinglong Manor's towering windows, reflecting off the polished floors and minimalist furniture.
Shen Moze sipped coffee casually, scrolling through the system's recommendations.
[System Notification: Daily sign-in complete. Suggested expansion: establish Qingzhou import-export firm. Expected profit: ¥1,200,000–¥1,500,000. Points +200. Optional skill upgrade: Negotiation +5.]
He smirked. Not bad. Let's grow.
Breakfast buzzed with activity.
"Moze… your trades again?" his younger brother, Shen Lin, asked, wide-eyed. "You're… doing this every day now?"
"Every day I want to," Moze said casually, tossing a croissant onto a plate. "And yes, the system helps. But even a taxi driver can learn fast when life insists."
Their mother peeked in, tablet in hand. "Qingzhou import-export? That's… ambitious. Are you sure you can manage that?"
"Mom," he said lightly, "management is mostly delegation. And a little guidance from TAI."
He didn't need to exaggerate. His aura spoke confidence. His family exchanged glances, equal parts impressed and confused.
By mid-morning, Shen Moze visited the downtown office he had just secured. The space was modest but strategically located.
The system guided him:
Select key suppliers
Negotiate contracts efficiently
Hire trustworthy staff
[System Note: Initial contracts secured. Potential profit: ¥1,350,000. Points +200.]
He leaned against the balcony, observing delivery trucks and staff moving like clockwork.
Not bad for a first day, he thought, casually checking his phone for new notifications.
Old classmates, of course, noticed.
A few approached the building, whispers loud enough to reach curious staff.
"Isn't that… Moze?"
"The old taxi driver… running an import-export firm?"
Shen Moze passed by them calmly, giving a polite nod. No gloating. No show. Just effortless presence.
Exactly the reaction I want.
Lunch brought a subtle challenge.
A young woman accidentally spilled coffee near the office reception. Shen Moze bent slightly, grabbed a napkin, and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she said, flustered.
"No problem," he said lightly, flashing a faint grin. Charm points +10.
Nearby, social media updates were already circulating. A photo of Shen Moze overseeing contracts, casually interacting with staff, and smiling naturally had gone viral.
Comments:
"He's unstoppable."
"The taxi driver is now running an import-export firm?!"
"I… don't even know what to say."
Tang Yuxin, scrolling from her phone somewhere else, didn't see him thinking of her. She just saw results. Status. Success. Confidence. Her jealousy rose silently, sharp and bitter.
Evening fell. Shen Moze returned to Qinglong Manor, coffee in hand, checking on family members.
"Moze, you're changing the whole city," Shen Lin said, awed.
Shen Moze smirked lightly. "Nah. Just keeping busy. The city does the rest."
Their mother shook her head. "I don't know whether to be proud or nervous."
"Be both," he said casually, heading to the balcony. Points ticking quietly. Charm, negotiation, and reputation all increasing without effort.
He watched the city lights glitter, sipping coffee. Traders, office workers, and taxis moved like ants below, unaware that one man was quietly reshaping his world.
By night, he reviewed the day:
New import-export firm: contracts secured, profits projected
Family impressed: curiosity, mild awe, no overreaction
Public / classmates: whispers, social media buzz
Points / skills: steady growth, upgrades queued
He leaned back, relaxed, utterly nonchalant.
The taxi driver? Gone.
The tycoon-to-be? Fully present.