The Billionaire's Multiplier System-Chapter 76 - 79 – New Currents, Old Eyes

The rain had just begun to fall, tracing faint lines down the café window where Lin Feng sat, alone. The world outside moved in slow motion—pedestrians ducking under awnings, car tires slicing puddles, and the occasional rustle of newspapers bending in the wind.

He stirred his coffee but didn’t drink it.

Instead, he waited.

A few moments later, the front door chimed softly. She entered like a brushstroke on silk—elegant, composed, and completely unhurried.

Li Ruoxi.

Her hair was tied in a low knot, the curve of her black coat following her every step. There was no perfume—only faint sandalwood, as if she’d been near incense or temples earlier. She sat opposite him, not bothering with greetings.

"You made waves too quickly," she said. "Now people want to know what’s underneath."

Lin Feng offered a faint smile. "Curiosity isn’t the same as interest."

"It is when the curious ones control land, licenses, and headlines." She tilted her head. "You’ve caught the attention of people who don’t like disruptions."

"I’m not disrupting anything," Lin replied calmly. "I’m just moving through a space they assumed was static."

Ruoxi stirred her tea, silver spoon clicking faintly against porcelain. "You have no official background, no known faction, and yet you’ve drawn the attention of the Crimson Circle and the youth elite within two months. That’s either genius or recklessness."

"Can’t it be both?"

She finally looked up at him. Her eyes were sharp—not hostile, but measuring.

"There’s a dinner next week. Private, high-circle. Influential families, soft-power lobbies. The kind of event you don’t get invited to unless you’re either very useful... or very dangerous."

"And which am I?"

"I haven’t decided yet," she said. Then she pulled a sealed envelope from her handbag and slid it across the table. "But you should come anyway."

Lin opened it. Gilded calligraphy, cream parchment—’The Heliantheas Assembly’.

"What’s the agenda?"

"Everyone pretends there isn’t one," Ruoxi replied. "But if you’re sharp, you’ll realize it’s about checking who’s growing too fast."

A pause.

"Zixuan will be there."

Lin’s gaze darkened slightly. "Then I’ll make sure I’m dressed for attention."

Ruoxi almost smiled. Almost.

"You’re not like the others," she said, rising. "But don’t mistake curiosity for approval. I don’t protect risks."

"Good," Lin replied. "I don’t need protection. I build leverage."

She nodded once, as if mentally bookmarking the line, then left.

—

That afternoon, Lin visited Qin Yuyan’s gallery-in-progress, tucked inside a quiet lane in South Hexiang. Bamboo scaffolding still covered the windows, and fresh paint clung to the air.

Inside, Yuyan stood in her painting robe, arms folded, frowning at a massive wall panel.

"I’ve looked at this damn thing for two days. Still doesn’t feel alive."

"Because it needs something reckless," Lin said, stepping in behind her. "Something raw."

"Like?"

"Let the interns decide the opening installation."

She gave him a sharp look. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly. Let them pitch. You filter. I fund."

She arched an eyebrow. "And when it flops?"

"Then they’ll learn. And they’ll remember who gave them a stage."

Yuyan paced once in silence, then exhaled. "Alright. Let’s see if chaos makes better art."

"Always does," Lin said.

That evening, Lin authorized a ¥3.9 million funding round for an experimental exhibit curated by young artists under Yuyan’s oversight.

—

Later that night, his system chimed.

Favorability Update: Qin Yuyan → 70%

Cashback Triggered: ¥3,200,000 (10%)

—

The next morning, Lin made a discreet stop at a renovated industrial loft just off the university district. Inside, the sound of drills and film reels clashed as Luo Bingqing’s team set up equipment.

She was sitting cross-legged on a folding chair, script pages spread across her lap, a brush in her mouth as she jotted last-minute edits.

"You again?" she said without looking up. "Either you’re bored or you want something."

"I just want to know how your story ends."

"You’ll have to wait like everyone else."

"No," Lin said. "Because unlike everyone else, I paid to help you tell it."

That made her glance up, eyes sharp. "So now you’re my investor?"

"I’m your amplifier," he replied. "The story’s still yours."

Bingqing stared for a second longer, then tossed the brush aside. "You’re weird. Rich guys usually either want credit or control."

"I want meaning," Lin said, "and those are usually in the hands of women who’ve been overlooked too long."

For a second, the air between them quieted. Something shifted.

She stood, stretched, and said, "I need new soundproofing. Can I send the specs?"

"You don’t need to ask. Just send."

—

System Notification:

Spending Recorded: ¥1.2 million (Soundproofing + editing equipment)

Favorability Update: Luo Bingqing → 64%

—

At dusk, Lin returned home. The apartment felt unusually still. He poured himself tea and stepped out onto the balcony. The city below shimmered with amber lights and moving taillights. But his thoughts were already ahead—at the Heliantheas Assembly, and the political weight it promised.

His phone buzzed.

Guo Yuwei.

"You’re still collecting broken girls and forgotten painters?"

"I thought you liked art."

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"Come by tomorrow. I’ll show you what purpose looks like."

There was a pause. Then:

"Fine. I’ll bite. But don’t expect a smile."

"Wouldn’t dare."

—

In the background, Lin opened his system again, scrolling through favorability reports. Multiple relationships had reached the strategic phase—emotional trust built not on flattery, but action.

And now, one more reward loomed.

System Alert: Tier-3 Skill Unlock

Eligible due to multiple favorability levels above 70%

Choose One:

Social Radar – Read emotional shifts in rooms instantly

Narrative Control – Shape how others speak about you in your absence

Silent Leverage – Influence decisions made without your name attached

Lin didn’t hesitate.

Narrative Control.

He didn’t need to be loud. He just needed others to speak in his favor when he wasn’t around.

Skill Activated.

You now subtly shape how your name spreads in elite circles. Reputation becomes myth. Influence grows in shadows.

He put the phone down, eyes steady.

Outside, the city continued spinning.

But Lin Feng?

He had already begun to shape its next Chapter.

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