The workers, however, clapped like their lives depended on it. Wu Yu stood up, voice booming, "Our boss is visionary! Who else could transform a plain T-shirt into a status symbol?"
The applause grew louder. Cameras clicked. Videos uploaded to social media under hashtags like #SteelCupStyle and #PoorPeopleCantSitWithUs.
Suho's stomach turned. He staggered to the back and found Cho Rin scrolling on her phone.
"Uh, sir," she said, not meeting his eyes. "We've gone viral."
Suho's pupils shrank. "Viral… in the disease sense, right? Like, fatal? Please say fatal."
"Nope. Influencers are calling us the new revolution in luxury fashion. Orders are rolling in from Shanghai, Seoul, and even New York. The system dashboard just updated—"
Her voice cracked. "Funds: +10,000,000."
Suho collapsed onto a chair, clutching his chest like he'd been shot.
Meanwhile, Horny Princess Online was spiraling further into chaos.
