Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 1019 A celebrity without scandals can't really be considered a celebrity.

Over the next five days, a strange rumor circulated in Beijing's business circles:

SKP, China World Trade Center and other shopping malls seemed to be shrouded in an invisible golden light, where a mysterious man and woman, fully armed, appeared.

Although they wore sunglasses and masks, making it difficult to see their true faces, their calm and composed demeanor sent a chill down the spines of even seasoned sales staff accustomed to seeing celebrities and tycoons.

Their purchasing methods have completely overturned the definition of "shopping," making it a veritable "performance art of capital."

From ultra-luxury handbags to limited-edition haute couture, from dazzling rare jewelry to newly launched cosmetics, wherever they go, inventory runs out, and department stores are battered like by a storm.

The most astonishing scene was that when his female companion's gaze lingered on a certain brand's products for more than three seconds, the man would casually raise his hand and say to the store manager in a completely emotionless tone, "I'll take all of these from this season, pack them up."

The mall management acted swiftly, allocating resources in a wartime state. A professional packing team was assembled on the spot, and luxury items were quickly and professionally packaged and then, like ordinary building materials, directly loaded onto vans that were already waiting in the underground parking lot.

Once the carriage was full, it headed towards that mysterious destination.

For Chen Mo, this was not a boast, but a belated compensation.

Looking back, he realized that he rarely spent so lavishly on the people around him; on the contrary, the gifts they gave him were often more thoughtful and valuable.

Given his current status and influence, it's already a luxury for him to simply accompany a female companion shopping. Moreover, he has no parents, and there are very few people in his life who can make him spend money. Since he has such a rare opportunity to relax, he naturally wants to enjoy himself to the fullest.

It wasn't until the settlement that he realized his frenzy of the past few days hadn't even reached 100 million yuan, not even a fraction of the interest accrued in his bank account.

Since all the goods ultimately ended up at Ziyu Villa, and given the recent rumors of a multi-million dollar mansion sale at the villa, the story began to distort and escalate through word of mouth, eventually evolving into a more "Beijing-style" gossip tale:

"The unassuming big boss of Ziyu Villa has come to Beijing this time with his girlfriend, whose figure is even more stunning than a movie star, to wreak havoc on luxury stores!"

Such arrogant behavior quickly broke through the small circle of Beijing's business community and caused quite a stir on the internet.

Even street interview videos have appeared online, with the title: [Mysterious Beijing tycoon sweeps through SKP] On-site report afterward!
The video begins:
The camera first pans across the interior of the SKP shopping mall, with background music carrying a hint of suspense and humor.

The scene then cuts to quick street interviews with several of the individuals involved.

The mall manager's tone was exaggeratedly incredulous: "I've been in this industry for almost twenty years and have seen many top-tier VIP clients, but this is truly the first time I've seen someone this extravagant."

One person is practically making up our entire day's sales. This isn't shopping; it's like they're conducting a military exercise at our SKP!

Our entire management team had all the contingency plans set to the limit, and we almost couldn't coordinate everything. He's practically a walking GDP generator!

A saleswoman at a luxury brand vividly described the situation, even gesturing with her hands to show the subtle distance: "18 centimeters! That was the distance between the man and me at the time."

Honestly, even though he was wearing a mask and sunglasses, and his clothes looked quite simple, his aura... how should I put it, wasn't something he created just by his clothes and watch.

It's an innate, effortless sense of control, you know?

She took a deep breath, her eyes glazed over, as if she had returned to that dreamlike scene:
"Have you ever seen a store go from being full of goods to being completely empty, like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind?"
At that moment, I only had one thought in my mind: "Mom, I'm rich! It seems like I've completed several months' worth of sales in just one day."

The camera then pans to two stylishly dressed young women.

Ms. Zhang rolled her eyes slightly at the camera, her tone slightly teasing:
"At first, I thought some department store was closing down and closing down! But when I got closer, I realized—goodness! Who shops like this?"

This kind of "clearance sale" is too simple, crude, and too nouveau riche!
But I really like him! It's just that the man was a bit fierce. I just wanted to go up and get to know him, but one look from him gave me the creeps. He's a born domineering CEO.

Her best friend immediately chimed in, her face beaming with the happiness of "I'm totally stunned!"
The key point is that the man remained so calm throughout, and you didn't notice that he kept watching his female companion's gaze, that doting look...tsk tsk.

The moment that girl's gaze lingered on a certain spot for even a second longer, he would immediately "pack up" it!
My goodness! What an amazing love story! That girl is so lucky!
Honestly, if a man treated me like that, I wouldn't even need a dowry!

The discussion among netizens immediately exploded:

A netizen claiming to be a seasoned insider complained:

"Shanghai socialites, stop pooling your money to post those photos on your WeChat Moments. Jingye is going to teach you a lesson. You're really rich; you're using trucks to deliver goods to the resort."

"I really want to see if any Shanghai tycoons start such a shopping challenge; that would be absolutely amazing."

"I suggest a thorough investigation into this person's tax payment situation. The real old money is so low-key that you can't see it at all. This style reminds me of the legends of coal bosses coming to Beijing a few years ago."

"Could it be that some celestial beings have descended to earth?"

"I used to take the subway line 5 past Ziyu Mountain Villa every day, but now I'm filled with curiosity about this place."

"No. Am I the only one who's paying attention to the female lead? Are rich people playing around like this now?"

"Do you think being a millionaire brings happiness? You have no idea how happy millionaires are!"

As more and more photos were captured online, netizens were "surprised" to discover that this mysterious man had been shopping sprees for five consecutive days, with different female companions each time, and all of them were beautiful and well-proportioned.

For a time, speculation about the identities of these female versions of the characters became the key to generating online buzz.

Amidst this nationwide speculation and interpretation, a consensus has quietly emerged: in terms of sheer arrogance and grand style, the "Shanghai Master," steeped in the shrewdness of the Shanghai style, ultimately falls short.

The "Master Jing" who lived in seclusion at Ziyu Villa ignited a heated discussion in Beijing's social circles with several truckloads of cold, hard luxury goods, proving that "who says Master Jing has no money" is a prejudice.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

Zhuo Wei, once hailed as "China's No. 1 paparazzi," is staring blankly at the camera screen.

In the video, a woman is intimately linked arm with a tall, upright man. Although her face is completely covered by a mask and hat, her almost piercing gaze penetrates all physical obstructions.

He almost instinctively pulled up the sensational candid photo of Chen Mo taken in an underground parking lot years ago—the same figure and silhouette, the same aura and posture.

By placing the two photos side by side, the answer becomes obvious.

To explode or not to explode?

This is a problem!
Zhuo Wei's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his expression one of unprecedented distress.

He had long since retired from the underworld and vowed to stay away from its troubles.

But this "historic scandal" in front of him was like an invisible hand, teasing him repeatedly, making him itchy and restless.

Ultimately, what forced him to make a decision was the reality of running out of money.

Ultimately, professional instincts and profit-driven motives prevailed. He tried contacting several media outlets he had previously collaborated with, intending to sell this bombshell for a good price. The result, however, was unexpected.

Several veteran media outlets, upon hearing that the core of the incident involved the name "Chen Mo," were extremely envious, but they all suppressed their apprehension and waved their hands, saying, "Brother Zhuo, this is too big a scoop for us to handle. You should ask someone else."

However, there are always those who refuse to believe in fate and want to take a gamble.

They recalled that although Chen Mo hadn't been particularly close to the media in recent years, he had become more restrained than before, so they took the plunge and accepted this hot potato.

Soon, an article titled "Chen Mo and His 'Group of Beauties': Unveiling the Goddesses Behind China's Richest Man" appeared out of nowhere, pointing directly to the close relationship between Chen Mo and three female celebrities in the entertainment industry: Liu Yifei, Jing Tian, ​​and Zhiling.

The article is written with a subtle and evocative style, its details sparking the imagination, and the accompanying images are highly suggestive, instantly igniting the entire internet.

But what surprised the media even more was the bizarre double standard in public opinion.

If it were any other wealthy person or celebrity who was "playing multiple games," they would have been condemned and drowned in a sea of ​​moral criticism, just like the billionaire from Duoyi Network who was exposed at the beginning of the year and was subjected to a barrage of attacks.

But when it was Chen Mo's turn, the style suddenly changed.

After all, netizens have watched Chen Mo grow up from his early days to his rise to fame and now his peak.

Although controversy and criticism persist, a large number of netizens expressed a fatherly sense of relief, as if saying, "My son has finally grown up and gotten the hang of things."

"I was just saying Liu Yifei was my wife in jest, but this guy quietly took it seriously."

"With Yifei on the left, Tian Tian on the right, and Lin Chiling supporting them from behind, plus two other stars whose temperament and figure are in no way inferior to these celebrities, wow, I can't even dream of such a scene."

"A senior insider on 'Zhiyan' previously revealed that occasionally a traditional Chinese medicine doctor would enter the chairman's office. No wonder. This kind of high-intensity 'work' would be too much for even the strongest kidneys!"

"Before, Chen Mo was so abstinent that I suspected he was either a monk or gay."

"That's more like it! Young and rich, full of vigor, seize the day, pluck the flower while it blooms, and don't let tears fall as you gaze at the blue sky."

"Some people just keep nagging. Chen Mo has done so much over the years. We're not blind. He's not a saint. So what if he spends a little money and has a few women?"

Countless netizens, eager for a good spectacle, flocked to Chen Mo's Weibo and Douyin accounts, leaving messages seeking verification, but unsurprisingly, received no response.

Chen Mo had heard about the online uproar, but he paid no attention to it.

This was a flaw he deliberately revealed.

With his current influence, the privacy he truly wants to hide is absolutely impossible for outsiders to discover, just as the family information of truly top-tier billionaires remains a mystery forever.

What he allows the public to see is what he tacitly approves of, or even what he hopes they will see.

This move can be seen as a public expression of his heartfelt gratitude to the women who have followed him for many years and made silent sacrifices.

He strolled to the doorways of several rooms, looking at the mountains of luxury goods he had collected, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside him—similar to the sense of security and abundance that Northeasterners feel when they have a whole house full of cabbages in autumn and winter.

This is ingrained in our genes.

The housekeeper, Aunt Wu, and the security guard, Lao Mo, are both long-time employees of his. Their loyalty and professional competence are beyond question, and he feels very at ease with them in charge of logistics and security.

After finishing this matter, Chen Mo plans to use the rest of this month to do something he has always wanted to do but has never had the time for.

Next week, as the new graduating class of Qing Teng Academy leaves school, he will conceal his identity and blend in with these new graduates in a different way, joining the Other Shore Group alongside them.

He wanted to personally verify whether "The Other Shore," as one of China's internet giants, had maintained its onboarding process and internal environment after several years of expansion and consolidation, or whether it had strayed off course amidst the noise.

Over the weekend, to avoid attracting attention, Chen Mo got a neat short haircut and asked a styling team to give him a complete "image makeover".

Monday, April 7th.

Wearing a mask and dressed casually, Chen Mo stood confidently in front of his most familiar "eldest" apprentice, Qi Mengmeng.

"So, do you still recognize me?"

Qi Mengmeng circled around him, clicking her tongue in amazement:

"The makeup techniques these days are amazing! They even created double eyelids and raised the corners of your eyes. With the glasses on, I almost wouldn't recognize you. But Master, you need to adjust your voice."

"How about this?" (raising his voice)

Qi Mengmeng covered her mouth and chuckled, "I think there's no problem. If you suddenly hug Sister Ning, she'll accuse you of rape. Ouch!"

Chen Mo raised his hand and tapped her little head. "Naughty girl, let's go."

Wishing my mentor a smooth start to his new job!

Chen Mo waved casually, slung his backpack, which was already filled with various materials, over his shoulder, and turned to leave.

As he entered the garage, he deliberately chose the Tesla Model 3 that he had hardly driven since buying it, and slowly drove it out of Ziyu Villa.

Halfway there, he parked his car in a nearby public parking lot, slung his laptop bag over his shoulder, took the subway, and discreetly made his way to the company.

Despite being embroiled in scandals recently, he walked unimpeded from the subway station to the Bi'an Technology Park, and no one recognized him.

As Chen Mo walked into the Beyond Science and Technology Park, he wore an inconspicuous dark T-shirt, carried an ordinary backpack stuffed with "forged" documents and materials, wore a pair of non-prescription black-rimmed glasses, and sported a hairstyle similar to Sakuragi Hanamichi but in a different color, making him look several years younger than his actual age.

He moved slowly with the massive crowd, feeling the real, unfiltered emotions around him.

A boy standing in front of him was looking at his phone as he walked, as if he was double-checking the onboarding process to avoid any mistakes.
A few girls were excitedly walking and taking photos to commemorate the occasion.
Others were discussing the industry leaders they were about to meet, such as Zhang Xiaolong, Xu Chaojun, and Lu Qi.
"Hey, do you guys think the dean will give a speech when we start our new job?"

"What dean? We've gone from students to employees; from now on, we should address each other by our titles."

Chen Mo, standing to the side, lowered his head slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. This detached observation gave him a strange sense of detachment.

"New colleagues, please follow the prompts in the Biyan mini-program to go to the designated area to complete your department assignment!" The announcement rang out throughout the park.

The thousands of new employees split into smaller streams, flowing to different building entrances.

Chen Mo glanced at the message that popped up on his phone screen: "Otherworld Games Business Group, Building B, R&D Building, Third Floor, Grand Auditorium".

He deliberately stopped to look at the sign with the others, then followed the surging crowd and entered.
(End of this chapter)