The Billionaire's Multiplier System-Chapter 75 - 78 – Pulse and Projection

The rooftop garden of Lin Feng’s penthouse wasn’t for show. Unlike the faux-bamboo lounges and imported flowerbeds of other elites, his space was simple—gray slate flooring, string lights, and a single large bonsai in the center.

Tonight, the air was crisp. He stood at the edge, city lights sprawling beneath him like fractured gold veins.

His phone buzzed.

System Notification:

Spending Log – Past 24 Hours:

Qin Yuyan: ¥3.1M (artisan studio lease + relocation service for curator team)

Luo Bingqing: ¥2.4M (underground venue restoration, custom post-production suite)

Current Favorability:

Yuyan: 52% (Intrigued – curious about your vision)

Bingqing: 47% (Guarded – uncertain but drawn to your authenticity)

Guo Yuwei: 78% (Quiet anticipation)

Xu Shanyue: 66% (Strategically observing)

Cashback Unlocked:

None (next refund at 60%/70%)

System Alert: 3rd favorability tier approaching.

Next milestone will trigger skill reward opportunity if any girl reaches 80%+

He exhaled slowly. It wasn’t about the money anymore—not just. It was about who watched him spend it. What they felt behind the gifts. Whether they moved closer or retreated.

Tonight, one of them had chosen to move closer.

Guo Yuwei.

Scene – Private Dining Room, Riverstone Hotel

Soft lighting fell across the lacquered wood table. There were no staff in sight—Lin had booked the entire suite in advance. Not for luxury. For quiet.

Guo Yuwei arrived fifteen minutes late, dressed in off-white, hair pulled back in a loose twist, no jewelry beyond a tiny silver ring on her left hand.

"You made this look like a second confession scene," she said with a small smile.

"That depends. Are you here to listen this time?"

"Only if you’re not here to win."

Lin poured her tea. Jasmine, lightly steeped.

"I’m here to explain why I’ve stopped chasing," he said.

She blinked, just once.

"Stopped?"

"With you, at least. You know where I stand. If you ever want to step closer, that decision has to be yours."

"And what if I never do?"

"Then you’ll still get silence, not pressure."

She looked away briefly. Her fingers brushed the teacup rim.

"Everyone in my life either demands or retreats. You... orbit."

"That’s how you understand gravity."

Her gaze returned to him. Softer now.

"And here I thought you weren’t poetic."

"I’m not. I just know where the weight lives."

System Notification:

Favorability Update: Guo Yuwei → 81%

Cashback Received: ¥5,460,000 (15% total return on full historical spending)

Skill Selection Triggered – Choose 1 of 3 Real-Life Enhancements:

Unspoken Presence – Gain natural authority in any room

Crisis Control – Stay composed and effective under emotional fire

Cultural Fluency – Seamlessly blend with high-art, elite, and underground circles

Lin hesitated.

"Cultural Fluency."

Not every battlefield was a boardroom. Some were built of glass, wine, sarcasm, or silence.

Later, as they stepped out into the hallway, Yuwei stopped beside him.

"You’ve changed," she said quietly.

"Into what?"

"Into someone I’d probably have ignored six months ago."

He tilted his head.

"And now?"

"Now I’m wondering what it means that I don’t want to."

She left it at that.

Scene – Warehouse District, North Dockline

Luo Bingqing wiped her hands on a paint-stained rag. Her team had been clearing debris from the old venue all afternoon. Sweat beaded down her back beneath the leather jacket.

She turned when the projector flared to life.

"What are you doing here?" she called to Lin, who stood leaning against the far wall.

"Watching."

"This isn’t a performance."

"That’s what makes it worth watching."

She sighed and walked over.

"You really don’t get tired of being cryptic, huh?"

"Only when it stops working."

She smirked.

"You think this place will survive your funding?"

"It won’t need to. It just needs to outlive doubt."

She looked at him, quiet for once.

"I’ve never had a backer not ask for control."

"I’m not a backer," he replied. "I’m an audience member."

"So no strings?"

"Only chords. You choose the melody."

System Notification:

Favorability Increased: Luo Bingqing → 58%

Projected Cashback on 60%: ¥300,000

Skill Compatibility Increasing – If 80% achieved, unique cultural synergy trait will unlock

Host: She’s the storm. Don’t cage her. Just give her the sky.

Scene – Qin Yuyan’s Curator Studio, South Hexiang Avenue

The scent of pine ink and rosewood lingered in the air. A dozen canvases leaned along the wall, half-finished, all silent. Yuyan stood in the center of it all, in a dark cheongsam and slippers, sketching with charcoal.

She didn’t look up as Lin entered.

"You’re early."

"I prefer to arrive before my reputation does."

She snorted softly.

"You’re too quotable for someone your age."

"It’s how I distract people from asking too many questions."

Yuyan finally turned.

"This space is mine now. The ink, the walls, the silence. You gave that to me."

"You gave it meaning. I just opened the door."

She walked closer, her gaze still analytical.

"Most men try to own women through gifts."

"I use gifts to see how free they really are."

Her expression didn’t change, but her voice softened.

"Do you think I’m free now?"

"No," he said. "But you’re learning where the cage was."

System Notification:

Favorability Update: Qin Yuyan → 61%

Cashback Unlocked: ¥310,000 (5% of total spent)

Next Tier Skill Reward pending at 80%

That night, Lin sat in his home office, reading the favorability graph. It wasn’t about control. It wasn’t even about charm. It was about who trusted you when you weren’t speaking.

His influence wasn’t being built through boardrooms.

It was being built through moments.

The kind no one else was patient enough to wait for.

System Alert – New Threat Detected:

Anonymous Background Activity Spotted – Recent female spending data has triggered back-end alert

Tracer Detected: X.Z. Holdings (Alias PingYin Private Fund – Luo Zixuan Network)

Host, your rise has drawn attention. Not open fire yet. But someone just clicked your name... twice.

Lin stared at the screen. Quiet. Calm.

Then closed the system panel and rose.

He walked to the balcony, letting the city’s noise rush in.

If they were watching...

Good.

It meant they were behind.

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