The Billionaire's Multiplier System

The old quarter of the city looked different after dark.

Streetlights buzzed faintly overhead, casting long shadows across cracked sidewalks and faded shopfronts. This wasn’t the polished world of luxury clubs and elite dinners—it was real, raw, and humming with quiet tension. Lin Feng’s footsteps echoed as he walked past shuttered stalls, the distant beat of music leaking from a second-story window nearby.

Here, deals didn’t come with silver forks and red invitations. They came with side glances, hushed meetings, and unspoken rules.

He paused at the corner of Xianghe Alley, glancing once at the barely lit teahouse wedged between two brick buildings. This was the place. According to the intel he’d pieced together—some through the system, some through quiet observation—this block was being quietly bought up. Not by any major corporation, but through ghost proxies. Layered shell buyers, misleading paperwork, and a slow trickle of property changes no one noticed—unless they were looking.

And Lin Feng had started looking.

Inside the teahouse, the scent of old wood and steeped jasmine lingered. The hostess barely acknowledged him, but a man in a leather jacket—early 30s, with a tired expression and a chipped tooth—nodded toward the back.

"You’re the one poking around the deeds," he said. "Didn’t think a rich kid would come down here in person."

Lin Feng smiled faintly. "Neither did they."

The man gestured to a low table where faded papers lay spread out. "Three blocks. Six properties. Two are already sold—quietly. The rest? Being pressured."