"Bitcoin? I think I heard some people back at the law firm mention it, but they said it's a total scam and warned us not to follow the crowd and buy any," Zhang Wei said, shifting his skewer.
"Just buy a few for fun. It's not like they're expensive anyway. On the off chance they actually become valuable down the line, we won't have to worry about the rest of our lives," Hu Yifei said, setting her chopsticks down.
Chen Meijia looked between them, her large eyes darting around curiously. "What exactly is this Bitcoin you guys are talking about? Is it some kind of antique?"
Kamiki Sekiya spent his daily routine reading and drawing manga; he possessed absolute zero database entries regarding the stock market or cryptocurrency. Hearing the topic crop up out of nowhere, his curiosity toward this unfamiliar concept was instantly piqued.
Zhang Shan explained smoothly, "It's not an antique, nor is it fiat currency issued by some nation. It's a decentralized virtual currency."
"A virtual currency? Something matching QQ Coins?" Chen Meijia was remarkably experienced in this specific bracket. As a former member of the high-intensity Shamatesubculture back in the day, navigating the QQ network ecosystem was a basic macro for her.
"Exactly, exactly! That's the perfect technical analogy!" Zhang Shan nodded frantically. "However, Bitcoin's evolutionary trajectory scales far higher and is vastly more promising than QQ Coins. Oh, by the way, you guys should terminate any future top-up protocols for QQ Coins. That system asset class is on the verge of facing a massive regulatory shutdown."
The technical forecast left everyone at the table thoroughly confused. Over the last two years, Tencent's QQ ecosystem had been soaring into the stratosphere—especially after clearing the distribution launch for Dungeon & Fighter, their market dominance was expanding exponentially day by day. Yet, based on Zhang Shan's data projection, he seemed completely unimpressed by the tech giant's trajectory.
"Zhang Shan, does your profile handle another channel of classified internal intelligence?" Hu Yifei questioned.
"It doesn't exactly classify as insider data. You all possess the records specifying that the QQ platform utilizes QQ Coins to distribute payroll ledgers to their streaming broadcasters, right?"
The moment Zhang Shan framed the technical parameter, everyone present—being highly intelligent profiles—instantly mapped out the underlying macroeconomic violation.
"Meaning... Tencent is on the verge of hitting a severe regulatory firewall?"
"Mm," Zhang Shan muttered, rubbing his chin as his analytical processors ran a brief simulation. Tencent Corporation operates like a massive systemic blight on the domestic industry. If my timeline permits, should I deploy a counter-offensive by developing an elite gaming division? Forget it, forget it. Excavating code for that sector yields zero optimal utility for my time investment. Since the market demographic is perfectly content to consume sub-standard content slop, what strategic value is there in straining my assets to construct a master-tier banquet?
While his internal calculations were running, Zhang Wei had already stepped up to cleanly wipe the entire balance for the food stall. Though the meal lacked high-end parameters, the emotional output logged by the squad was exceptionally high.
Along the return path, Zhang Wei noted, "Comrades, my current liquidity accounts are severely restricted, so I could only sponsor a rustic roadside stall today. Once my career trajectory hits a major upward surge, my profile will high-low sponsor a total offensive at Xiao Nan Guo for the squad!"
"Cut it out! None of our systems logged an entry tonight to drain your wallet!" Zhang Shan laughed, clapping his shoulder. "Moving forward, we are official brothers within the cell. The precise financial cost of the meal is irrelevant; the absolute alignment of the squad eating together is what commands value!"
"Phenomenal! Zhang Shan's psychological baseline scales vastly beyond our parameters!" Kamiki Sekiya praised with trademark theatrical intensity.
The group marched back toward the iPartment complex in a boisterous cluster, crossing paths with two moving profiles right by the main lobby entrance.
The millisecond Hu Yifei's optics locked onto one of the targets, her analytical features hit an immediate freeze of pure disbelief!
"Yumo?!"
"Yifei?!"
The two women let out a simultaneous high-decibel shriek, launching into a hyper-velocity sprint toward each other.
"It truly is your profile! I honestly calculated that my vision arrays had logged a tracking error!" Hu Yifei cried out.
"Right, Yifei! Since our academic graduation cleared terminal, our profiles haven't logged a single interaction interface for years, have they?!" Qin Yumo grabbed Yifei's hands, her emotional output spiking as she bounced on her heels.
"Exactly, chronological vectors have advanced so fast. I didn't expect our cells to converge at these precise coordinates. By the way, does your profile reside within this complex?" Qin Yumo asked.
"Yes!" Yifei was ecstatic to reconnect with her historical best friend. "Your profile is anchored here too?"
"Yes! My transit script cleared check-in just two days ago!" Qin Yumo smiled warmly, before gently tugging the arm of the sheltered girl beside her to introduce her. "Oh, let's complete the data log: this is Lin Wanyu, currently sharing a communal lease matrix inside my unit!"
Zhang Shan stepped into the zone at that exact moment. Seeing Lin Wanyu tightly integrated into Qin Yumo's operational perimeter, his internal processors hit a brief hitch of pure shock. I calculated that the Lin family heiress had already executed a return vector to her corporate estate or broken orbit from Shanghai entirely. I didn't expect her trajectory to remain anchored within this sector—and she successfully established a connection script with Qin Yumo?
Perceiving that the conversation was on the verge of entering an exclusive female social matrix, Lu Zhanbo's social anxiety triggered. He stated rapidly, "Um, my system has an outstanding task module to execute. Terminating presence!" With that brief notice, Zhanbo launched a hyper-velocity Body Flicker and fled the sector!
His abrupt escape left Zhang Shan somewhat bewildered, unable to calculate why the boy's firewalls had panicked so hard.
Just then, Qin Yumo isolated Zhang Shan's presence within Yifei's immediate perimeter. Seeing their physical proximity tracking exceptionally close, surprise flared across her features.
"Feifei~ care to open the database and introduce this asset to my system?" Qin Yumo winked playfully.
Yifei's processors hit a brief freeze before she frantically launched a defense script, laughing, "What chaotic equations is your mind running? This is merely a standard roommate from my unit! Our entire suite just concluded a communal macro deployment to consume Hot Pot!"
"Oh merely a roommate" Qin Yumo intentionally dragged out the syllable.
Based on her extensive, multi-year database documenting Hu Yifei's behavioral patterns, the moment Yifei permitted an alternative male profile to operate within her close defensive perimeter, the underlying relationship parameters had tracking data that was anything but simple! Otherwise, if a standard, unverified character attempted to breach that close of a coordinate, they would have been systematically obliterated by her iPartment-Snap technique long ago!
Hearing Qin Yumo intentionally loop the teasing syllable, Yifei's internal panic limits spiked. She argued frantically, "Statistically, he resolves strictly to a standard lease roommate! What alternative parameters could your system possibly be calculating?!"
Zhang Shan watched the interaction with immense amusement; this was the absolute first time his tracking feeds had captured Hu Yifei looking so thoroughly flustered and socially cornered. It appears my systematic offensive campaigns aren't rendering zero strategic yields! he celebrated internally.
"Alright, alright! I'll terminate the teasing macro!" Qin Yumo laughed, realizing she shouldn't push her friend's tsundere defense walls into a permanent system error. "By the way, Yifei, my unit is anchored inside Suite 3701. What specific floor coordinates map to your unit?"
"3701? That vector sits directly above my ceiling!" Yifei noted.
"Huh? Meaning your profile is anchored inside 3601? Our units share a direct vertical alignment structural matrix?!"
"AAAAAHHH!!!"
The two women launched into another simultaneous high-decibel squeal. At that exact technical resolution, Zhang Shan finally processed why Lu Zhanbo had executed his escape script so rapidly...
"Alright, alright, please lower your audio output parameters," Zhang Shan interjected smoothly, smoothing out the social friction. "We are operating in a public exterior sector; please maintain the baseline metrics of your elegant ladylike personas!"
The reminder allowed the two women to pull their cognitive functions back online. Feeling the surrounding tracking glances from pedestrians, their faces flushed slightly. Grabbing each other's hands, they rapidly mobilized toward the elevator banks.
"Move, move! Shift to my quarters; our profiles are initializing a shared sleep macro tonight!" Qin Yumo declared.
Watching their enthusiastic departure, Zhang Shan and the remaining men followed behind at a moderate pace; after all, they all shared the exact same vertical elevator column to reach the high-rise units.
Returning to Suite 3601, they found Lu Zhanbo already completely integrated with his laptop interface, his eyes tracking data feeds with maximum intensity; the boy took the platform's stability exceptionally seriously.
The moment Zhang Shan breached the room, Zhanbo reported urgently, "Ren! Our platform's core server cluster just faced an aggressive infiltration attempt from an unverified malicious hacker entity! Fortunately, my defensive firewalls possessed advanced foresight; I had pre-coded a high-tier counter-deflection program that completely insulated our website's structural architecture!"
"An infiltration attempt?" Zhang Shan frowned slightly. "Our venture has barely cleared launch, yet our footprint has already drawn a hostile competitive vector? It appears this era truly boasts a phenomenal density of elite talents!"
Lu Zhanbo: "?" Shouldn't your response protocol be compiling a high-frequency praise macro to commend my master-tier computer architecture skills?
"Since competitive entities are already launching offensives against our infrastructure, it signifies our industrial rivals are preparing to deploy their code. Zhanbo, over the upcoming chronological window, your operational task load is on the verge of expanding significantly."
"Zero anxiety! Back during my academic curriculum, I once sustained a non-stop, seventy-two-hour development loop without executing a single sleep macro to finalize a data course! My system can easily withstand the structural stress!" Zhanbo guaranteed with absolute, unshakeable confidence.
"There's no need to push your hardware to such an extreme threshold. Our corporate framework will strictly regulate a standard baseline: eight hours for operational labor, eight hours for system rest, and eight hours for recreational macros," Zhang Shan noted smoothly. "You can simply configure a dedicated alert script that establishes a bridge to your mobile terminal. The exact millisecond a malicious offensive breaches the perimeter, the audio alarm fires; when the data streams remain clean, your profile is entirely free to handle personal sub-routines."
Zhanbo's eyes flared with brilliance as he clapped his hands. "A superb systemic optimization model! I shall immediately initialize coding for that sub-routine; it should take roughly two day cycles to clear validation!"
"Two days?" Zhang Shan looked slightly surprised. He hadn't expected a processing engine as advanced as Lu Zhanbo's to require forty-eight hours to execute a generic macro of that caliber.
"Mmm. To ensure the alert fires accurately without logging false positives, my code must first construct a macro-scale, high-density firewall capable of mapping the exact vectors of an incoming penetration script. Otherwise, if the enemy simply computes a bypass routine to override the alarm, the script yields zero protection metrics," Zhanbo explained technically.
"Understood. My structural view was overly simplistic," Zhang Shan nodded. It appeared navigating across different professional sectors truly involved a massive domain wall; his system still held infinite variables left to learn.
Over the subsequent days, Lu Zhanbo remained deeply embedded within his programming loop. Every time a meal macro cleared staging, Hu Yifei had to manually drag him out of his quarters; the boy would rapidly consume his caloric intake at hyper-velocity before instantly vanishing back into his station. The pattern left Yifei thoroughly frustrated, her gaze frequently drifting toward Zhang Shan packed with a heavy load of resentment.
"Don't direct those negative metrics at my profile. My system guarantees that within five days, our entire collective portfolio will hit an absolute jackpot!" Zhang Shan said with a look of pure innocence.
"Heh!" Hu Yifei scoffed coldly. "A jackpot? Let me query your system: does your liquid account currently control enough capital to cover next month's rental ledger?"
Based on Yifei's background checks, Zhang Shan had recently cleared registration for a company corporate entity while simultaneously leasing premium server architecture; his cash accounts had to be approaching absolute zero.
She braced herself to enjoy his socially cornered expression, only for Zhang Shan to respond with an untouchable, invincible smile. "Zero anxiety. In two days, my monthly manuscript royalty packet clears the banking terminal. The liquid influx should easily cross the one-million-yuan baseline!"
PFFF!!!
Standing directly behind them, Zeng Xiaoxian—who had just woken up from his rest macro and was currently executing a hydration loop—sprayed a massive mouthful of water across the floor tiles!
One million yuan! An asset volume his profile would have to grind through standard broadcasting networks for countless years to accumulate, yet Zhang Shan's monthly manuscript output alone swept up that tier of liquidity?
Zhang Shan and Hu Yifei turned their heads, their optics locking onto Zeng Xiaoxian with slight confusion.
"Is there an anomaly? Does my manuscript dividend profile register an error?" Zhang Shan asked, genuinely puzzled. He had merely cited his baseline text royalties; he hadn't even opened the data packet regarding his media intellectual property licensing rights. When all sub-ledgers consolidated, a monthly liquid yield of two million yuan was a baseline metric.
The current era's market architecture regarding IP development didn't scale anywhere near modern standards; even if he liquidated his IPs permanently today, the financial payout wouldn't match their true value. Fortunately, Zhang Shan possessed advanced foresight; when he drafted his original publication contracts, he had contracted a top-tier legal entity to safeguard his rights, explicitly limiting the corporate exploitation windows to a tight three-year lease. Once that vector elapsed, the absolute ownership of the IP systematically reverted to his personal portfolio!
Zeng Xiaoxian offered an incredibly awkward laugh, frantically scrambling to deploy a cover script. "No... nothing. My system merely failed to compute that stringing characters together into manuscripts yielded such an astronomical financial velocity!"
"Pff, the population database for active writers easily scales to several millions across the networks; those whose accounts successfully log a high profit margin don't even amount to a thousand profiles," Zhang Shan noted, shaking his head.
Zeng Xiaoxian omitted further commentary, turning on his heel to retreat into his quarters. He booted up his desktop, opened a fresh text file, and initialized a massive career macro of his own. The title shall be compiled as... The Legendary Trajectory of a Late-Night Broadcaster!
Zhang Shan was entirely blind to the fact that Zeng Xiaoxian had initialized a manuscript development loop, let alone that the boy was scripting a text using his own persona as the prime protagonist. Had his systems intercepted that data, he would have likely laughed until his structural framework buckled! The primary issue was that Zeng Xiaoxian's baseline narrative blueprint simply failed to align with current market consumption tastes; the trending text macros in this era were strictly confined to High-Fantasy or High-Intensity Urban Wish-Fulfillment. Zeng Xiaoxian's draft completely missed both core hooks; ignoring the market algorithm meant his text faced an absolute impossibility of going viral.
Following Zeng Xiaoxian's departure, Hu Yifei, who had an active lecture module scheduled on her university terminal today, issued a firm administrative mandate to Zhang Shan: "Ensure your system actively monitors Zhanbo's rest parameters. He represents the sole surviving male heir in our primary family line; do not let his hardware hit sudden structural failure from over-clocking!"
"Understood!"
Backed by Zhang Shan's reassuring smile, Yifei cleared the door and departed.
The exact millisecond the perimeter was safe, Zhang Shan retreated to his quarters, booting up his terminal to resume his high-intensity grind in Dungeon & Fighter. He had recently integrated his profile into a prominent ingame guild; the Guild Leader's handle resolved to Da Ma Hou (The Big Macaque), making his leisure macros increasingly entertaining. My character's awakening protocol clears staging today; the coordinates toward maximum level caps are closing in!
While Suite 3601 was operating under smooth, peaceful parameters, the adjacent unit was facing a completely different structural friction.
Ever since Zhang Wei had integrated into Suite 3602's ledger, his keen analytical observation quickly isolated a severe anomaly across the unit's emotional framework. Chen Meijia and Lu Ziqiao claim an active couple status on the lease terminal, yet their behavioral execution metrics are so utterly low-fidelity that even my junior intern processors can isolate that they are running a fraudulent script. Meijia's current emotional output clearly targets Kamiki, yet Kamiki holds zero romantic interest in her profile, consistently executing rejection blocks—though his defenses are facing non-stop pressure from Meijia's relentless optimization loops.
Zhang Wei's internal processors were highly scrambled; his historical database lacked any prior romantic connection entries, leaving him entirely unable to compute the complex dynamics of the three characters around him. Watching Lu Ziqiao depart the unit early in the morning while Meijia anchored herself in Kamiki's studio under the guise of running logistical assistance, Zhang Wei felt a localized headache spiking in his system. As an intern who operated under a strict legal and moral code, absorbing the fraudulent roommate play of Ziqiao and Meijia was pushing his system boundaries.
Rubbing his temples, Zhang Wei crossed the balcony bridge, entering the adjacent unit's sector.
He smoothly navigated his way into Zhang Shan's room, finding the man completely locked into a grueling, high-intensity material grind for his ingame character's awakening quest. Looking at the setup, a wave of profound financial envy washed over Zhang Wei's features. My profile absolutely must allocate capital to secure a functional computing terminal soon, he noted internally.
Without shifting his focus from the monitor, Zhang Shan addressed the presence behind him: "Zhang Wei, are you certain your system doesn't want to initialize a profile in this game? This specific software architecture commands an incredible trajectory across the future market timelines!"
Zhang Wei executed a flat, decisive rejection protocol. "My primary directive is to scale into a practicing attorney of absolute justice; how can my system permit the expenditure of core processing time on entertainment software?"
"Fair enough, Counselor. Has your profile locked down a verified clearance date for the judicial examination yet?"
At that prompt, Zhang Wei's facial features instantly curdled into a bitter expression. "Sigh, delete that log. The judicial examination architecture is simply not engineered for human cognition. My profile has already run two total examination loops, and my final score consistently bottoms out just a few metrics shy of the clearance line..."
Sensing his emotional dip, Zhang Shan spun his chair around, a broad grin on his face. "Do not let your processing limits falter; holding a dream is an excellent baseline variable. Unlike my profile—operating at a young age parameter yet saddled with an absolute volume of wealth that my ledger can't possibly deplete within a single lifetime, leaving my daily routines running a non-stop loop of directionless, comfortable stagnation Sigh A dark, grueling trajectory..."
Zhang Wei glared at Zhang Shan, his teeth grinding audibly. Listen to this data input! Do those syllables even compile into a human language?! His own system was running non-stop macros just to achieve basic economic survival, while the character across from him had already cleared absolute financial freedom!
Watching Zhang Wei's face contort, Zhang Shan let out a highly triumphant laugh. In the past, whenever his system compiled a high-tier flex macro, he lacked a compatible target profile to absorb the output. Now that Zhang Wei was integrated into his network, he had finally locked down the perfect target to flex on. He knew with absolute mathematical certainty that even when he deployed an intense flex directly against Zhang Wei, the man's core programming would simply absorb it without harboring genuine malice.
Zhang Wei was, structurally speaking, the classic embodiment of the sun at eight or nine in the morning—constantly radiating waves of clean, unyielding hope.
"Enough! I am mobilizing to cross-reference legal case files. Continuing a dialogue module with your profile will sooner or later cause my character settings to warp!" Zhang Wei massaged his brow, returning to his unit to harvest a heavy case study text before remanifesting inside Zhang Shan's quarters.
"Your system intends to execute a reading macro right inside my room?" Zhang Shan looked completely dumbfounded. He was actively running an intense gaming sequence, and directly across his perimeter sat an asset grinding legal case law? The structural pairing felt incredibly bizarre. Didn't the guy calculate that the audio output from his gaming session would contaminate his learning efficiency?
However, since Zhang Wei's system cleared the parameter, Zhang Shan had zero reason to object. He spun back toward his terminal, resuming his intense material grind.
Zhang Wei's optics remained locked onto the printed pages of his text, but his audio receptors were tightly coupled to the rhythmic, high-frequency clacking of Zhang Shan's keyboard, synchronized with the heavy combat sound effects booming from the desktop audio monitors. His cognitive focus had completely drifted away from the legal briefs.
Does this software architecture... truly command such a powerful market trajectory?Zhang Wei muttered silently in his core.