The Campus Loser’s Billionaire System

Chapter 6

“It’s me,” Dean called out, pushing past a stunned Mila to step onto the showroom floor.

The manager, wide-eyed and completely disregarding Dean’s faded sportswear, stepped forward to personally lead him over to the grand display table.

Before them sat a sprawling, detailed miniature model of the entire Mapleland development. Every detail was meticulously crafted to match the actual luxury properties.

Dean’s gaze swept across the layout, quickly locking onto a fully furnished, standalone duplex. He noted its open architecture, expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, and excellent natural lighting.

The property spanned over 110 square meters, situated conveniently near Dean’s university within the fifth ring road. It sat right along primary transport links with quick access to both bus stops and subway lines, a prime location for his needs.

“This furnished duplex,” Dean said, pointing directly at the model with a satisfied smile. “I’ll take it. How much?”

To him, securing this property was an absolute must.

Having spent years cramped in noisy, suffocating university dormitories, the idea of owning a private luxury home brought an indescribable sense of relief to his chest.

The manager faltered for a second, glancing between Dean and the model before answering. “That unit is listed at 7.10 million dollars. However... if you are settling the balance in a single lump-sum payment, I can apply a direct promotional discount and lower it to 7.05 million...”

It was the highest price the manager had ever quoted directly on the floor.

Clients capable of dropping over seven million dollars in cash were exceedingly rare in Mapleland. Most high-net-worth buyers handled transactions through corporate representatives or took private meetings with department heads, rather than standing at the public display tables.

“That cheap?” Dean remarked, dismissively reaching into his pocket and pulling out his standard debit card. “I thought it would cost more. Let’s process the card right now.”

In truth, seven million was far from cheap, but Dean was operating under a literal life-or-death deadline. He had to spend ten million dollars today, and he had assumed a single luxury villa would wipe out the entire balance.

Shaking his head inwardly, he realized he still had plenty of shopping left to do.

Mila and Marcus had followed him inside out of pure disbelief, and Mila’s face twisted as she watched Dean hand over his card so casually.

Unable to hold back, she blurted out, “Dean, what is wrong with you?! Have you completely gone nuts? Where on earth would you get the money to buy a house in Mapleland?!”

She genuinely began to wonder if the heartbreak had pushed him into a psychotic break.

“You... you really want to swipe for the full amount right now?” The manager’s voice trembled slightly as he looked at the black-and-gold card reader in his hand.

He couldn’t process what was happening. This was 7.05 million dollars, not a couple of hundred bucks for grocery shopping. Was this kid actually attempting to pay in full on the spot?

Seven million was a monumental sum, yet Dean stood there looking completely relaxed, as if he were buying a bottle of water.

Hearing Dean’s command, Marcus let out a loud, derisive laugh. “Give me a damn break! Paying seven million by card? Who do you think you are, kid? Marcus Polland?”

As the owner of several prominent nightclubs in Sky City, even Marcus had relied on a multi-year commercial mortgage structure to secure his own Mapleland unit. Seeing a broke college student with zero social standing act like a top-tier tycoon made him scoff with supreme arrogance.

“Go ahead, swipe it! Swipe away!” Marcus continued mockingly, placing a heavy hand on Mila’s shoulder and smirking down at Dean. “If your bank account actually clears seven million dollars today, I’ll fall to my knees and call you ‘grandpa’ right here on the showroom floor!”

Marcus knew how the world worked. People wearing two-hundred-dollar tracksuits from street markets didn’t have seven million dollars lying in checking accounts.

SLAP!

A sharp, violent crack echoed across the high-ceilinged showroom.

Dean lowered his hand, his eyes cold. “Are you finished? If you love hearing yourself talk so much, go blabber outside and stop interrupting my purchase.”

The powerful slap reverberated through the entire Mapleland Sales Center, instantly freezing every conversation on the floor.

“He... he actually struck him?!”

“That’s Marcus Polland! He controls half the nightlife network in Sky City!”

“Has this kid gone insane?! Daring to lay a hand on Boss Marcus in public?!”

Dozens of onlookers locked their eyes on the scene, mouths agape in shock.

Marcus stumbled back, holding his reddening cheek, completely stunned by the humiliation. “You... you hit me?! Do you have any idea who I am in this city?!”

This was Marcus’s home turf, where he wielded immense influence. In his eyes, a nobody like Dean laying a hand on him was suicidal.

Dean sneered, his tone completely indifferent. “I don’t care who you are, nor do I have any interest in finding out.” Turning back to the manager, Dean added sharply, “And what are you standing around for? Swipe the card. I don’t have time to waste listening to an idiot bark.”

Dean’s commanding tone snapped the frozen manager back to reality.

If it was in the past, Dean would indeed be wary of an influential figure like Marcus Polland, but now that he had the Supreme Tycoon System holding his very life in its hands, if he still feared a local nightclub owner, he might as well knock himself to death with a building brick.

“Y-Yes sir! Processing immediately!” The manager stammered, his fingers shaking as he took Dean’s card and slotted it into the wireless terminal.

Deep down, the manager still held massive doubts. Dean looked barely twenty years old and was dressed in bargain clothes. Nothing about him screamed wealth.

Beep-beep!

The moment the terminal connected to the banking network, a loud, clear chime resonated through the showroom.

The screen flashed green, the status instantly shifting to APPROVED, and the thermal printer began rapidly spitting out a long, official transaction receipt.

Everyone was left dumbfounded.