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

The general manager abruptly turned around, pointed at Liu Qiang, and yelled, "Go to the finance department right now, settle your accounts, and get out! No shopping mall in Jiangcheng will ever hire you again!"

Liu Qiang's face was ashen, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Ye couldn't be bothered to watch this kind of workplace farce.

He took the bag of phones from Su Xiaoya, took out one phone, unpacked it, and carried the remaining nine phones along with the bag.

He casually picked up the paper and pen from the counter and quickly wrote down an address.

"Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, Building 3, Room 302, Lin Ye."

Lin Ye handed the note to Su Xiaoya.

"After the computer is configured, it will be delivered directly to this address this afternoon."

Lin Ye specifically reminded him, "Remember, the network cable must be plugged into the black military router on the wall. Don't plug it into the wrong one, or my game will lag."

Su Xiaoya was flattered and nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Mr. Lin! I will personally accompany you and deliver it!"

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

This young lady has a good service attitude, and this sales commission is worth over 600,000 yuan.

Her salary this month should be quite substantial.

Lin Ye put the black gold card back in his pocket, picked up the bag, and walked out.

The general manager jogged alongside Lin Ye, his face full of flattery, his wrinkles crinkling up with laughter.

He carefully took out a gold-embossed ticket from his suit pocket and handed it to Lin Ye with both hands.

"Mr. Lin, I see you haven't bought a car yet, have you?"

The general manager was very enthusiastic about promoting it.

"Right next to our electronics mall, there's a top-notch imported car show going on today. They have several military-grade bulletproof off-road vehicles that were just imported from overseas. They're powerful and would absolutely match your style!"

"..."

2 PM, Room 302, Building 3, Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences.

Lin Ye pushed open the half-closed dormitory door and was immediately greeted by an extremely arrogant sound of keyboard typing.

"Did you see that clearly? That's the true value of 30,000 yuan!"

Wang Hao sat at his desk, legs crossed, furiously typing away at a brand-new gaming laptop in front of him.

The screen flickered with light and shadow, and the fan whirred.

Zhou Yu and the slightly chubby boy stood behind, their faces full of envy.

"The screen refresh rate is indeed high, it doesn't lag at all," Zhou Yu said cautiously, adjusting his glasses.

Wang Hao snorted smugly, then turned around and saw Lin Ye entering the room.

Last night, Wang Hao was so frightened by those National Security Bureau agents that he ran to a hotel overnight. Now that he has recovered, he feels more and more uneasy.

Military fiber optics, state secrets personnel—it's all a show this kid paid someone to put on!

What kind of national leader would come to school carrying a fertilizer factory's burlap sack?

"Hey, isn't this our 'Chief Lin'?" Wang Hao drawled sarcastically, his gaze sweeping over Lin Ye's empty hands. "Why are you back empty-handed? Didn't you go to buy a computer this morning? Could it be that you couldn't even afford a used computer case on the basement level?"

Lin Ye didn't even bother to look at him, and went straight to his lower bunk, picked up his water cup and took a sip of water.

"I'm talking to you! What are you pretending to be mute for?" Wang Hao's temper flared even more when Lin Ye ignored him. He patted his 30,000 yuan laptop. "Never seen such a high-end machine before, have you? When I'm in a better mood, I can let you play a couple of rounds."

Just then, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway.

"Excuse me, does Mr. Lin live in this dormitory room?"

Su Xiaoya, dressed in a neat business suit, stood at the door, her forehead covered in sweat.

Behind her followed a burly porter in uniform, each pushing a flatbed cart piled high with huge black boxes.

Lin Ye put down his water glass and waved.

"Move it in and install it against the wall."

The movers immediately got to work, quickly and efficiently unpacking the boxes.

One by one, futuristic computer accessories were brought out.

A panoramic side-panel window in a sea-view-themed computer case, an RTX 6090 Ti engineering graphics card, a custom phase-change cooling system, a 34-inch ultrawide curved monitor…

In less than thirty minutes, a performance monster with a shimmering blue RGB lighting effect was placed steadily on Lin Ye's desk.

Su Xiaoya pulled a long invoice from the file bag and handed it to Lin Ye with both hands.

"Mr. Lin, your custom-made PC, plus a full set of gaming peripherals, totals 498,000 yuan. The other ten foldable phones are already placed on your bed."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire dormitory fell into a deathly silence.

Zhou Yu gasped, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose.

The slightly chubby boy rubbed his eyes dramatically, thinking he had misheard.

Wang Hao's smug expression froze completely, his face turning from red to white, and then from white to green.

Four hundred and ninety-eight thousand?!

This one computer alone could buy a small apartment in a third-tier city!

His prized 30,000 RMB gaming laptop looked like a piece of electronic junk unearthed from the last century compared to this performance monster.

Lin Ye took the invoice, glanced at it casually, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, he directed the movers to bend down and pull out the military-grade network cable from under the table, then plug it into the interface of the computer case.

Turn on.

Lin Ye opened the internet speed test software and nodded in satisfaction when he saw the latency was stable at 1 millisecond.

"This internet speed and this configuration are barely acceptable." Lin Ye rubbed his hands together and opened one of the most popular first-person shooter games at the moment.

CF!

Wang Hao stood to the side, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He stared intently at the computer worth 500,000 yuan, driven to the brink of madness by jealousy.

"High-end specs are nothing!" Wang Hao gritted his teeth and forced out the words. "In esports, being bad is the original sin! No matter how good the computer is, if your skills aren't up to par, you're just a piece of trash feeding kills!"

Lin Ye turned his head and looked at the furious Wang Hao.

"You're not convinced?" Lin Ye raised an eyebrow.

"Nonsense! I've been playing CF for ten years!" Wang Hao yanked back a chair and sat down. "Dare to have a one-on-one fight? The loser has to clean the dorm room for a month!"

Lin Ye was worried that no one would accompany him to test the feel of his new computer.

"Okay, let's get a room."

The two quickly logged into the game.

The map chosen was the most classic one-on-one map – Bloodbath Transport Ship.

The rules are simple: get kills. The first person to get forty kills wins.

Without hesitation, Wang Hao chose his best sniper rifle, ready to teach this country bumpkin a lesson.

Lin Ye then casually chose the most basic Desert Eagle pistol.

"Trying to snipe me with a pistol? You're asking for it!" Wang Hao sneered repeatedly.

The game countdown has ended.

Wang Hao, controlling his character, had just peeked halfway out from behind cover at the respawn point, not even having had time to activate his scope.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Wang Hao's screen instantly turned black and white, and a kill notification popped up in the upper right corner.

[Shura used the Desert Eagle to headshot and kill Wang Shao, the number one in the world]

Wang Hao was stunned.

He didn't even see how Lin Ye fired the shot.

"Just lucky!" Wang Hao gritted his teeth, and as soon as the respawn time was over, he immediately switched to a flashbang and threw it out, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to draw fire.

A flash of white light appeared on the screen.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

Wang Hao's character screamed and fell to the ground again.

This time, Zhou Yu and the slightly chubby boy stood behind Lin Ye and could see everything clearly.

Lin Ye's fingers rested on the mechanical keyboard and mouse, so fast that even afterimages were invisible.

The muscle memory brought by Grandmaster-level fighting skills, combined with the non-human neural reaction speed after being modified by the Super Serum.

The average person's reaction time is 150 milliseconds, while professional athletes can achieve 130 milliseconds.

Lin Ye's reaction time was less than 30 milliseconds!