Faced with the mockery from Zhang Gang's three dorm mates, Ye Yun brushed the sleeve of his shirt, saying nothing. He casually lifted his right wrist, flashing the glimmering Gold Rolex Yacht-Master, then walked past Zhang Gang to find an empty seat.
That "casual" lift of his wrist, of course, caught everyone's attention.
At a distance, it didn't seem like much. But once he sat down, the slim guy sitting on his left glanced over, frowned, then leaned in for a closer look—before blurting out in shock:
"Gold Rolex Yacht-Master!"
His outburst immediately drew everyone's eyes back to Ye Yun.
"A Rolex?" someone asked, puzzled.
In most people's eyes, Rolex was the ultimate symbol of a luxury watch—a trademark of the wealthy. But as for specific models or prices, no one really knew.
Why bother keeping track of things you can't afford?
However, the slim guy next to Ye Yun happened to be a watch enthusiast. He couldn't afford one himself, but he kept up with everything about luxury timepieces.
"That's right. The watch on Ye Yun's wrist is a Gold Rolex Yacht-Master. Official retail price: 180,000 yuan."
"180,000 yuan?!" The words had barely left his mouth before several people widened their eyes in shock.
Three years post-graduation, most of their salaries hadn't even reached 10,000 yuan a month.
Even the most successful among them, Zhang Gang, with his so-called million-yuan annual salary and 100k a month, only wore a IWC Pilot worth about 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.
And even that had earned him endless envy.
"That thing's gotta be fake, right?" Zhang Gang couldn't hold it in anymore. He was supposed to be the brightest star at this reunion—how could Ye Yun steal the spotlight?
He stepped over and leaned in beside Ye Yun. "It's easy to tell if a Yacht-Master is real. The bezel can only rotate clockwise. If it turns both ways, it's a fake. Ye Yun, mind if I take a look and check?"
"He's right. That's actually one of the main ways to tell if it's real," the slim watch-lover nodded.
Ye Yun's heart immediately skipped a beat.
Damn it—he had no idea there was such a simple way to expose a fake!
If they revealed it here in front of everyone, the embarrassment would be nuclear.
He quickly raised his wrist, dodging Zhang Gang's approaching hand.
"Whether it's real or not doesn't concern you," Ye Yun said coolly. "No need for you to verify it."
Zhang Gang was about to fire back when a stylishly dressed female classmate sitting on Ye Yun's right interrupted:
"Versace shirt, Givenchy pants, Gucci glasses, and LV shoes. Ye Yun, you really hit it big, huh!"
Most people who bought knockoff goods might get a single bag, maybe a pair of shoes, or a shirt at most.
But someone like Ye Yun—wearing a full set of high-end fakes—was rare.
After all, walking around in head-to-toe knockoffs usually made people feel self-conscious.
But Ye Yun had thick skin, and he was fully committed to backing up his earlier brag. He didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about wearing fakes.
And given his sharp features and refined aura, even the fakes looked like the real deal on him.
"God-Tier Tycoon! Please sponsor me!" the female classmate said half-jokingly, grabbing onto his arm.
For a moment, even Zhang Gang was thrown off by Ye Yun's aura.
He still wanted to prove that the Rolex was fake, but he couldn't just grab Ye Yun's wrist by force—that would definitely leave a bad impression on Gu Fei.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a waiter stepped in.
"Excuse me for the interruption. Whose Maserati is parked downstairs? It's blocking another car—could you move it, please?"
Ye Yun couldn't help but smile as his plan unfolded perfectly. He immediately stood and replied:
"It's mine."
"It's mine."
Another voice chimed in at the exact same moment.
Ye Yun turned to look—and saw it was none other than Gu Fei, the campus beauty from their college days.
Gu Fei's eyes met his. Sparks flew as their gazes locked.
Everyone in the room glanced around, confused by the coincidence.
The waiter added, "It's the white Maserati that's blocking someone—not the red one. Whose is the white car?"
"Mine's red. Looks like it's your car causing trouble," Gu Fei said, setting down her hand and giving Ye Yun a polite nod.
Ye Yun smiled back. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the genuine Maserati key, handing it to the waiter.
"Please help me move it. Thanks."
The waiter accepted the key with a bow. "No problem, sir. I'll handle it. Enjoy your meal."
Once the waiter had left and closed the door behind him, the whole room erupted in chatter.
Those who had doubted Ye Yun now found themselves at a loss.
If he really drove a Maserati… then maybe that Gold Rolex Yacht-Master wasn't fake. Maybe the Gucci glasses, the LV shoes, the Givenchy pants, and the Versace shirt were all real too?
But Ye Yun was just from a regular family. How could he afford all this?
"All right, looks like everyone's here. Let's dig in," Ye Yun said as he glanced over at Zhang Gang. "I was going to treat everyone tonight, but Zhang Gang already said he'd cover it in the group chat—so I'll let him do the honors. Everyone, raise your glasses. Let's thank Zhang Gang for the treat."
Following Ye Yun's lead, the entire class lifted their glasses for a toast to Zhang Gang.
Zhang Gang wore a forced smile as he drank, but inside, he was fuming.
He still couldn't believe Ye Yun had suddenly struck it rich.
After downing his drink, he leaned forward and said, "Ye Yun, I'm taking time off next month. Haven't decided where to go yet. Since you've got an estate in Hawaii, I might as well vacation there.
We're old classmates—if I'm in Hawaii, you wouldn't refuse to show me around your estate, right?
Or what—are you going to be 'coincidentally' out of town next month?
Even if you are, no big deal. Just give me the address. I'll swing by, snap some photos, and brag to my colleagues back home about my filthy-rich friend."
His words backed Ye Yun into a corner with no way out.
"I also travel to Hawaii frequently," Gu Fei, who had remained low-key until now, suddenly chimed in.
Ye Yun cursed silently.
Zhang Gang was ruthless. No matter how he answered, he'd get exposed in the end.
And what the hell was Gu Fei getting involved for? We're not even that close!
You're a celebrity, for crying out loud!
Just as Ye Yun was racking his brain for a way out, a crisp voice echoed deep inside his mind.
"Ding! God-Tier Tycoon Lord System successfully activated!"
Ye Yun froze.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from stress and had just imagined a system.
But right before him, something like a game interface—a character status panel—was clearly visible.
And the details were laid out in full:
God-Tier Tycoon Lord System
Host: Ye Yun
Age: 24
Physique: C (Healthy)
Intelligence: 60 (Above average)
Territory: 3,000 acres
Funds: 78,000
Territory Location: Northern Rose Estate, The Big Island, Hawaii, United States (Central Pacific, Southern Hemisphere)
Complete quests—Invest in development—Recruit staff—to expand your territory and earn rewards!
"Dear Host, you have successfully activated the God-Tier Tycoon Lord System and received your initial territory—Rose Estate, located in Hawaii. Please bring valid identification to claim your estate within ten days and complete your Initial Quest."
Ye Yun's body trembled as the realization set in—and then he stared in disbelief.
He had… really gotten a system?
In this age of information overload, he had read countless web novels featuring all kinds of systems. Ye Yun was no stranger to the concept.
But now a system had actually descended upon him—for real. It felt surreal!
All he did was brag… Could it be that bragging was the real way to activate a system?
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