We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

The next morning, on the 12th floor of Zhangjiang Integrated Circuit Port.

The office has been cleaned spotlessly.

Han Yue, the newly hired administrator, arrived at the company early.

A fitted, pure white shirt clung to her body, her budding curves stretching the fabric taut.

Her lower body was covered by a black pencil skirt that tightly hugged her pert hips.

With her straight and long legs, and wearing black low-heeled shoes, she exudes the intellectual and capable aura of a sophisticated career woman.

Ye Chen pushed open the door and walked in, a sunny and cheerful smile on his face.

Good morning, Han Yue.

Han Yue immediately stood up and handed over a prepared form.

"Mr. Ye, this is the purchase list for basic office supplies. Please take a look."

Ye Chen didn't even take it, casually tossing the backpack onto his desk.

"You can handle the basic supplies yourself. Also, immediately purchase top-of-the-line Apple computers, one for each member of the development team, and buy the best ergonomic chairs on the market."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his tone still gentle.

"There's no need to set a budget limit; I want my employees to sit here and work without any hardware bottlenecks."

He paused, then turned his head slightly and continued, "Also, get the company's framework up and running as quickly as possible. All the staff in each department need to be recruited as soon as possible. You can handle the interviews for ordinary employees yourself. If you need core positions or important talent, then come to me for a decision."

Han Yue stood there, stunned, unsure whether to marvel at the unlimited budget or be shocked by the absolute authority he had delegated to her.

She had worked in administration for two years and was used to seeing bosses haggling over office supplies for a few hundred dollars.

The eighteen-year-old boy in front of me said he had no limits.

"Okay, Mr. Ye, I'll take care of it right away."

Han Yue took a deep breath and quickly entered a highly efficient work state.

Ye Chen took out his phone and dialed the number of headhunter Zhang Bo.

"Continue the search for key technical personnel. Also, find me a senior financial director."

His voice was calm and even.

"I need a top-notch manager who can keep the accounts crystal clear and help me plan the cash flow."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chen looked out the window at the street scene of Zhangjiang.

The capital market always follows one rule: respect the clothes first, then respect the person.

His current white t-shirt and old backpack perfectly accentuated his "sunny boy" persona at school. But now that he's officially started a company, he needs to change his approach. His appearance, his clothing, every detail tells a story—he's very different.

Ye Chen left Zhangjiang and took a taxi straight to the top-tier Hang Lung Plaza in Shanghai.

To prepare for the upcoming campus life, he first went to several sports brand counters and bought a few sets of Adidas and Nike's seasonal casual wear. He carried them in plastic bags, making them quite conspicuous.

He then went straight into the Vacheron Constantin boutique.

The counter was well-air-conditioned. Senior saleswoman Sister Wang was leaning against the glass counter, wearing a tight black uniform with a low neckline that revealed a deep cleavage, exuding a shrewd and worldly air.

Hearing footsteps, Sister Wang looked up.

Her gaze swept over Ye Chen's white t-shirt and the Nike plastic bag in his hand, her eyes instantly turning cold. She rolled her eyes and turned her head away.

Turning to a middle-aged nouveau riche man wearing a thick gold chain and embracing a glamorous female companion, Sister Wang's face immediately filled with a fawning smile.

"Boss, look at this piece of 'Across the Seas,' it suits your style perfectly."

While flattering him, she deliberately raised her voice and glanced at Ye Chen out of the corner of her eye.

"The watches here aren't for just anyone to casually look at. Some people don't even know where the gate is before they barge in."

Upon hearing this, the nouveau riche and his female companion turned to look at Ye Chen, casting condescending and mocking glances at him.

In a corner of the counter, Xiaolin, a newly hired intern, couldn't stand it anymore.

She had a pure and innocent look, and although her uniform was a little loose, it still accentuated her slender waist.

She held a glass of warm water and timidly walked up to Ye Chen.

"Sir, would you like some water?"

Sister Wang suddenly turned her head, glared at Xiao Lin, and scolded him in a low voice.

"Are you bored? Wasting time on a poor student. Can he even afford a watch strap? Go back and clean the windows."

Several customers who were looking at their watches nearby shook their heads and whispered among themselves, clearly thinking that the student carrying the plastic bag was overestimating himself.

Ye Chen showed no sign of anger.

His eyes were calm as a mirror, but when his gaze swept across the counter, it didn't linger on Sister Wang's face for even a second.

He walked to the bulletproof glass case and pointed directly to the Vacheron Constantin Heritage watch priced at 250,000 yuan in the very center.

He turned to look at Kobayashi.

"Take this one."

Upon hearing this, Sister Wang rushed over and pressed down on the cabinet door.

She sneered repeatedly, her voice sharp.

"Young man, this 'World Traveler' watch costs 250,000. We don't allow you to try it on casually. If the sweat on your hands scratches the crystal, we couldn't afford to pay for it even if we sold ourselves."

Ye Chen glanced at her.

There was no change in expression at the corners of his mouth.

He put one hand in his pocket and pulled out the China Construction Bank platinum card containing millions of yuan in cash with the other.

The platinum card was slapped onto the glass counter.

The sound was crisp and clear, resounding with a clear, forceful tone.

Ye Chen's tone was calm and even.

"Did I say I was going to try? Just swipe it."

Upon hearing this, the area in front of the counter fell into an instant silence.

The middle-aged nouveau riche was stunned. The customers who had been watching the show frowned and involuntarily took two steps forward.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the platinum card, their hearts pounding: was this boy carrying the Nike bag just putting on an act, or did he really have the confidence to back it up?

Intern Xiaolin swallowed hard.

With trembling hands, she picked up the bank card and walked towards the card reader.

Swipe the card.

Enter the amount.

A two-second communication delay.

"drop."

With a crisp click, the machine ejected a long transaction slip.

The full amount of 250,000 was successfully deducted in one lump sum.

Upon hearing the machine's noise, the store manager, who was checking accounts in the back office, rushed out in a panic.

When he saw the real zeros on the receipt and Ye Chen's calm and composed demeanor, he immediately put on an extremely obsequious smile.

The manager bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle and respectfully handed over the exquisite solid wood watch box and bank card with both hands.

"Sir, thank you for choosing Vacheron Constantin. Here is your watch and receipt. Please keep them safe."

The moment the card was successfully swiped, Saleswoman Wang's face turned pale.

Her hands began to tremble, and she eventually slid down to sit under the counter, her eyes filled with endless regret.

The middle-aged nouveau riche next to him gasped in shock, so much so that he loosened his grip on his female companion.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the entire venue erupted in an uncontrollable uproar.

Everyone's gaze towards Ye Chen changed completely. Who could have imagined that an eighteen-year-old boy dressed in an ordinary t-shirt could casually swipe the purse strings to buy an entire apartment without batting an eye?

Ye Chen immediately put the watch on his wrist. The cool metallic texture felt against his skin.

He looked at Xiaolin, who was still in a daze, pointed at her, and spoke to the manager in a cold tone.

"This sale is hers."

After saying that, Ye Chen picked up the plastic bag, turned around, and left with a flourish.

Behind her, Sister Wang finally couldn't hold on any longer and slowly slid down the counter, her body pressed against it.