We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

Lin Ye completely ignored the stares of others.

He walked to the center of the exhibition hall and stopped in front of a transparent computer case with an extremely exaggerated design and flashing RGB lights.

"These water cooling pipes look pretty thick, so the heat dissipation should be good," Lin Ye muttered, reaching out to touch the material of the case.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Liu Qiang slammed his coffee cup on the table, rushed over in three quick steps, and waved his hand dismissively.

"You've come to the wrong place, haven't you? This is the high-end experience zone, not a place for you to rest! Don't touch the display machines with your dirty hands. This machine costs 130,000 yuan; even if you sell yourself, you couldn't afford to pay for a single scratch!"

Lin Ye's hand froze in mid-air.

He turned his head and looked at the store manager in front of him, who was spitting everywhere.

"I'm buying a computer," Lin Ye explained patiently. "What business is it of yours what I wear?"

"Buy a computer?" Liu Qiang looked Lin Ye up and down as if he'd heard the funniest joke, then sneered, "Dude, go buy a computer at the secondhand electronics market on the basement level. A single RAM stick we pull out here is enough for you to do half a year of hard labor. Hurry up and leave, don't interfere with our business."

The other sales staff covered their mouths and chuckled, none of them making a move to greet the customer.

Just then, a young girl in an intern uniform with a ponytail rushed over carrying a cup of warm water.

"Manager, everyone who comes in is a customer, please don't do this..."

The girl's name is Su Xiaoya. She just graduated from university and came here for an internship, but her performance has always been at the bottom.

She handed the paper cup to Lin Ye with great respect.

"Sir, please have some water. What kind of computer configuration do you need? I can help you with some information."

Liu Qiang crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

"Su Xiaoya, your performance this month is still a complete failure, isn't it? With your poor judgment, wasting time on scrap materials, you deserve to fail your internship."

Lin Ye took the paper cup and drank a sip of water.

That's just how realistic the world of working people is; looking down on others is the same everywhere.

He ignored Liu Qiang, turned to Su Xiaoya, and stated his needs directly.

"This machine you're using is too low-spec; it can't run the games I want to play."

Lin Ye pointed at the computer that cost 130,000 yuan and shook his head.

"I want a custom-made one. The cooling must be top-of-the-line; give me a custom phase-change cooling system. The graphics card must be the latest top-of-the-line RTX 6090 Ti engineering card, and the CPU, memory, and SSD—all maxed out."

Lin Ye touched his chin and smacked his lips.

"My budget is around 500,000, can your store provide that?"

These words were spoken.

The entire experience store fell silent instantly.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Qiang burst into an extremely exaggerated laugh.

"Hahaha! Five hundred thousand? Are you reciting a stand-up comedy routine?" Liu Qiang laughed so hard he almost fell over, pointing at Lin Ye's nose. "If you can come up with five hundred thousand to buy a computer, I'll gnaw this display case down today!"

Lin Ye ignored him.

His gaze fell on the glass display case next to him. There were several newly released, top-of-the-line folding screen phones on display, with a very rugged design.

"This phone looks pretty sturdy," Lin Ye said, pointing to the counter. "How much is it?"

Su Xiaoya hadn't recovered from the shock of the 500,000 yuan and stammered her reply.

"Sir... this is the latest top-of-the-line model, it costs 19,800 yuan."

"Okay." Lin Ye nodded. "Give me ten."

Su Xiaoya was stunned.

"Ten...ten phones? What do you need so many phones for?"

Lin Ye sighed, his tone filled with deep helplessness.

"There's no way around it. I often get into conflicts with people when I do part-time jobs, and I frequently have to work overtime and do manual labor. My phone is too fragile to keep in my pocket."

Lin Ye felt a pang of heartache when he thought of the secondhand phone that had been damaged by the old man's aura yesterday morning.

"Keep some as spares. If they break, you don't need to repair them; just replace them with new ones. It saves trouble."

Liu Qiang was furious.

He thought Lin Ye was a lunatic who had deliberately come here to make fun of him.

"Security! Where are the mall security guards?!" Liu Qiang yelled at the top of his lungs. "Throw this lunatic out! Don't let him dirty our place!"

Upon hearing the commotion, two uniformed mall security guards immediately rushed in from outside with walkie-talkies.

"Manager, what's going on?"

"Get this penniless bastard out of here!" Liu Qiang pointed at Lin Ye, his face full of hostility.

Lin Ye stood still and tapped his fingertips lightly twice on the glass counter.

When he withdrew his hand, his expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Why is it so difficult to spend money when I'm out so early in the morning?

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the two security guards and landing directly on Liu Qiang.

Lin Ye did not make a move.

He only released a trace of the murderous aura of the [Life and Death Battle Origin Technique], which he had forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Middle East.

Just a tiny, barely perceptible wisp.

Just as Liu Qiang was about to continue his tirade, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked out in an instant, and the temperature plummeted.

Liu Qiang felt as if he were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast that had been starving for ten days. The sense of dread from the depths of his soul made him unable to move even a finger.

"Thump!"

Liu Qiang's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the marble floor.

His face was ashen, and large beads of cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of urine wafted from the crotch of his suit trousers.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

The two security guards who had just rushed in were completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

This poor kid didn't even raise his hand, so why did the shop manager kneel down and wet his pants?

Lin Ye took a half step back in disgust and pinched his nose.

"Urinating and defecating anywhere, is this the kind of quality your high-end store manager has?"

Lin Ye shook his head, reached into his work pants pocket, and pulled out a pure black metal card.

This is the highest-level black gold Centurion card from a Swiss bank.

Limited global release, anonymous, and only the wealthiest individuals with assets exceeding one billion US dollars are eligible to own it.

Lin Ye handed the black gold card to Su Xiaoya, who was completely petrified.

"A computer worth 500,000, plus ten foldable phones, totaling 698,000."

Lin Ye spoke in a flat tone.

"Swipe card, no PIN required, deduct directly."

Su Xiaoya's hands trembled as she accepted the heavy metal card.

She walked to the cashier and swiped her card on the POS machine.

"drop--"

A crisp notification sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the POS machine started spitting out receipts like crazy.

Transaction successful!

Liu Qiang, who was lying on the ground, stared at the long receipt with his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

It really...it actually worked?!

Nearly 700,000!

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the shop.

The general manager of the digital mall happened to be touring the top floor with several senior executives.

Hearing the commotion, they immediately ran over.

The general manager immediately noticed the black gold card in Su Xiaoya's hand.

He gasped sharply, nearly fainting on the spot.

This is the legendary international supreme black card!

The general manager kicked Liu Qiang, who was lying on the ground, aside, and scrambled to Lin Ye, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"Sir! I'm so sorry!"

The general manager was sweating profusely, and his voice was trembling.

"It's my fault for not disciplining him properly; this blind bastard dared to offend you!"