The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The chirping of cicadas penetrated the old-fashioned aluminum alloy windows, raging in the sweltering afternoon.

Another summer vacation has arrived.

Chen Zhi sat cross-legged on the adjustable chair. The gas spring of the chair had long been broken, and it would slowly descend with gravity when he sat on it. Every ten minutes, he had to jump up and raise the chair again.

He stared at the monitor in front of him.

The screen's glow flickered in the dim room, illuminating his youthful face.

In that crazy summer of 06, he staked his entire fortune on the Blue Army for this assembled machine.

Five thousand two hundred yuan in New Year's money.

That summer, Zidane's spectacular header sent the French team to their doom and sent Chen Zhi's assets flying into the clouds.

Forty-one thousand six hundred thousand.

The purchasing power of this huge sum of money was terrifying in that era.

Although Ms. Zhang Guifang forcibly collected 20,000 yuan as a "safekeeping fee" under the pretext of "helping you get it back so you won't squander it" and "saving it for your future marriage," Chen Zhi still managed to intercept more than 10,000 yuan of his private savings by throwing a tantrum and going on a hunger strike, and used it to buy the luxurious computer in front of him.

At this moment, lines of tedious code and an all-English forum interface are running on the screen.

Bitcoin.

This virtual currency, which later caused countless people to beat their chests in despair and line up on rooftops, is now like an unwanted wild child, with only a very few geeks entertaining themselves in forums.

"Buying now is practically robbery."

Chen Zhi's fingers flew across the yellowed keyboard.

The price of one Bitcoin is now ridiculously low.

If he exchanged all 10,000 yuan in his hand for these things, he could probably hoard 17,000 of them.

Seventeen thousand.

Chen Zhi picked up the cup next to him with the Pleasant Goat pattern and took a big gulp of cold water, trying to suppress the heat in his heart.

By 2014, even if he only sold a portion of these coins, it would be enough to support him for the rest of his life.

then……

His gaze deepened, taking in the glorious night four years later that belonged to the German tank.

Brazil World Cup.

Semi-finals.

Germany thrashed Brazil 7-1.

That was a score that could drive any gambler crazy, and one of the most outrageous odds in betting history.

The odds for this match are as high as 500 to 700 times.

If he went all in on that game, he could live a completely carefree life as a rich second-generation heir... no, a self-made millionaire.

Chen Jun's loud voice could be faintly heard coming from the living room.

"This shipment is definitely going to be fine! Don't worry, Lao Zhang, when have I, Chen Jun, ever let you down? If we close this deal, we can get a new car by the end of the year!"

His voice was bold and confident, radiating a blind optimism.

Chen Zhi's fingers, which were gripping the mouse, stiffened for a moment.

He was all too familiar with that tone.

In my past life, my father was the same way, always believing in his friends and always thinking that tomorrow would be better.

Until that sudden turn of events, when the partner absconded with the funds, the factory went bankrupt, and the debt piled up like an avalanche.

That once spirited man had half his hair turned white in just a few months.

To pay off his debts, Chen Jun started taking odd jobs in his thirties, working as a porter, a driver, and even doing manual labor on construction sites.

Those bent backs, those suppressed coughs in the dead of night, burned like a branding iron into Chen Zhi's heart.

"You two should just enjoy your retirement in this lifetime."

Chen Zhi sighed, pressed the left mouse button hard, and confirmed a transaction request on the forum.

As long as he holds these coins in his hands, even if the sky falls, he can hold his family back.

He would no longer make that man smile obsequiously at the dinner table for a few hundred yuan, nor would he let Zhang Guifang argue with people at the market to save a few yuan on groceries.

I was just thinking about it.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The knocking was rhythmic.

Chen Zhi didn't even lift his eyelids, quickly closed the complicated English interfaces, and skillfully switched back to the green icon on the desktop.

Aside from Lin Wanwan, no one would knock on his door like that.

If it were Zhang Guifang, she would always just push the door open and come in, and would also mutter, "Why are you closing the door in broad daylight? Are you doing something bad?"

If it were Chen Jun, he would definitely be shouting, "Son, come out and help Dad check why this phone isn't ringing again!"

"Come in."

Chen Zhi called out lazily.

The doorknob was turned.

A little girl wearing a floral dress squeezed in.

Lin Wanwan held half a nearly melted popsicle in one hand, fanning herself with the other, a few strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

"Zhizhi, it's so hot outside!"

She was completely at ease, familiarly dragging over a small stool and plopping down next to Chen Zhi, her radiant heat instantly hitting him.

"Why aren't you at home enjoying the air conditioning? What are you doing here?"

Chen Zhi moved aside with disdain, afraid that the popsicle liquid in her hand would drip onto him.

"My mom is watching some Korean drama and crying her eyes out. She also wants me to watch it with her. It's so annoying."

Lin Wanwan quickly crushed the remaining popsicle in a few bites, her cheeks bulging, and mumbled, "Hurry up, move aside, I want to play with that."

Chen Zhi rolled his eyes.

Ever since buying this computer, Lin Wanwan, the little housekeeper, has been completely captivated.

At first, she would always complain that Chen Zhi was indulging in frivolous pursuits and wasting his life.

To shut her up, Chen Zhi casually opened the 4399 Games website and showed her "Fireboy and Watergirl".

From then on, the obedient and sensible Lin Wanwan disappeared.

Instead, there's a teenage girl addicted to video games who screams and yells when her character falls into lava.

"Not playing Fire and Ice today."

Although Chen Zhi complained, his body language betrayed him by giving up half of his chair.

"I want to play the game where you make hamburgers!"

Lin Wanwan kicked the small stool away and squeezed onto the chair, like a domineering little queen.

That's Papa's Burgers.

A simulation management game that extremely tests your hand speed and memory.

This was Lin Wanwan's favorite game.

"Fine, fine, you can play."

Chen Zhi reluctantly opened the webpage for her, watching the familiar Flash loading bar slowly creep along.

These days, internet speeds are so slow that loading a game can take forever.

"Zhizhi, I want to drink water."

Lin Wanwan stared at the screen, issuing orders without turning her head.

"Am I your nanny?"

Chen Zhi stood up cursing, picked up the Pleasant Goat cup, and went to the living room to pour her water.

By the time he returned with the water, Lin Wanwan was already in the zone.

Her small face was tense, and her expression was as serious as if she were defusing a time bomb.

The mouse clicked away rapidly in her hand.

"This customer wants pickled cucumbers! Don't forget!"

"Just a tiny bit of wasabi... oh dear, too much!"

"Why isn't this meat pie cooked yet? I'm so impatient!"

Chen Zhi leaned against the table, watching her profile as she focused intently.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto her face, gilding the fine downy hair with a golden edge.

Who would have thought that this little girl, who is now jumping up and down over a virtual hamburger, would one day become a superstar who outshines everyone else on the red carpet?

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

Lin Wanwan suddenly threw the mouse down and slumped into the chair.

On the screen, a customer who left in anger due to the long wait gave a zero-star rating.

"I'm not playing anymore! This customer is too picky!"

Lin Wanwan turned her head angrily and saw Chen Zhi's amused expression, which made her even angrier.

Are you making fun of me?

"No, I've been professionally trained. No matter how funny it is, I won't laugh," Chen Zhi said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"You laughed!"

Lin Wanwan snorted and picked up the mouse again.

"I want to play that! To vent my frustration!"

Chen Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

Lin Wanwan skillfully closed the burger shop and typed those four words into the search box—"Poop Superman".

This is an extremely perverse and venting game.

Players can customize the doll's name and then control Superman to attack the doll in various indescribable ways.

Lin Wanwan brought up the keyboard and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

Two striking bold characters appeared instantly above the doll's head on the screen: Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi: "..."

"Wait, that's just a game, don't take it seriously..." Chen Zhi tried to salvage his virtual avatar.

Lin Wanwan ignored him completely and turned the speaker volume knob to the maximum.

"Hehehe."

She let out a series of villainous laughs, then clicked on the skill bar without hesitation.

On the screen, Superman sticks out his butt and points it at the doll with the name "Chen Zhi" written on it.

"puff--"

The loud fart echoed in the room, making Chen Zhi's head buzz.

Then came a combo attack.

Throwing feces, spitting, and finally delivering a crushing blow.

The doll named "Chen Zhi" was ravaged beyond recognition on the screen, screaming in agony.

Lin Wanwan frantically clicked the mouse while muttering to herself:

"That'll teach you to buy me popsicles!"

"You've made a fool of yourself!"

"That'll teach you to copy my homework last time!"

Chen Zhi covered his face, unable to bear to look.

Is she the future national goddess?

"Feeling good?"

Once the doll on the screen had completely collapsed and was no longer in motion, Chen Zhicai asked cautiously.

Lin Wanwan let out a long breath, as if she had just won a battle.

She turned her head, looked at Chen Zhi, and gave him a sweet and harmless smile, her two little tiger teeth sparkling in the sunset.

"That felt great!"

She picked up the Pleasant Goat water cup on the table, gulped down a big mouthful, and then slammed the cup down on the table.

"Zhizhi, let's play the two-player mode of Gold Miner! I want to catch the biggest diamond."

Chen Zhi looked at her matter-of-fact attitude, sighed helplessly, and resignedly reached for the arrow keys on the keyboard.

This is probably what they call...

There's always something that can subdue something else.

Just then, the QQ avatar in the lower right corner of the computer suddenly started flashing wildly, accompanied by a series of rapid "beep beep beep beep" notification sounds, breaking the eerie harmony.

Chen Zhi glanced at the profile picture.

That was a penguin, a miner he had just added on the forum who claimed to have a large amount of Bitcoin and was eager to sell it.

His online name is "Future Richest Man".

Chen Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because the first message the other party sent was:

[Dude, I have 20,000 coins, only 5,000 RMB, cash on delivery, wanna take it?]

Lin Wanwan noticed Chen Zhi's body suddenly tense up and curiously leaned closer: "Zhizhi, who is this? What kind of currency is he selling? Q coins?"

Chen Zhi grabbed Lin Wanwan's hand as she reached for the mouse, his breathing instantly becoming heavy.

Five thousand yuan.

Twenty thousand.

This isn't a free lunch.

This is like gold bricks falling from the sky, almost crushing someone to death!

Chen Zhi stared intently at the line of text on the screen, his heart pounding violently in his chest, as if it were about to leap out of his chest at any moment.

He turned his head, looked at the bewildered Lin Wanwan, and his voice was a little dry:

"Wanwan, don't speak yet."

"I'm going to... pull off a big heist."

Lin Wanwan was stunned by his serious and somewhat frightening expression. Her hand holding the mouse froze in mid-air, and she dared not move.

The light from the screen reflected in Chen Zhi's eyes, where it seemed as if two eerie flames were burning.

That is the greed of speculators, and the ambition of those who are reborn.