Super Rich: Starting the game by going back ten years to buy Bitcoin

Xiao Yuqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her entire figure outlined softly by the morning light. The hem of her shirt was wrinkled, and her hair was loose and untied, but her good looks made her pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at her.

Li Yichen was staring intently at the silhouette when there was a soft knock on the door three times.

The rhythm is even, neither too fast nor too slow, with a trained sense of proportion.

Li Yichen got up to open the door.

A woman in her thirties stood outside the door, dressed in a crisp uniform, her hair neatly styled, and wearing a nameplate on her chest that read "Private Butler Zhou Lan".

Behind her was a stainless steel food cart with two trays on it, covered by a silver hemispherical dome, from which wisps of steam rose.

"Good morning, sir. Your breakfast is ready."

Zhou Lan bowed slightly, her gaze quickly sweeping across the room—a girl stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her hair loose, her shirt clearly not from the hotel. She didn't look closely at the bed, but her peripheral vision was enough.

Her professional demeanor kept her face expressionless.

"Should I place it in the dining room or the living room?"

"Restaurant bar."

Zhou Lan pushed the food cart in, her movements light and quick. One by one, the silver covers were lifted—on the Chinese side, there was millet porridge, steamed dumplings, red date and white fungus soup, and several side dishes; on the Western side, there were fried eggs, bacon, toast, and a pot of freshly ground coffee.

After arranging the items, she took two steps back and folded her hands in front of her.

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

"Not at the moment."

Zhou Lan nodded and silently retreated, closing the door behind her, minimizing even the click of the lock.

Xiao Yuqing walked over from the window and sat down at the dining table.

"This is quite a spectacle..."

She looked at the table full of breakfast in front of her and her lips twitched.

"I usually eat a bowl of instant noodles with an egg for breakfast at home."

Li Yichen pulled out the chair opposite her, sat down, picked up a spoon, scooped a bowl of millet porridge, and pushed it in front of her.

"It's upgraded today. Eat up."

Xiao Yuqing picked up the bowl of porridge, blew on it twice to warm it up, and sipped it slowly.

The porridge was cooked until very thick, the rice grains were almost dissolved, and it was soft and smooth with a subtle sweetness.

Li Yichen picked up a steamed dumpling and took a bite. The filling was so delicious he almost swallowed his tongue. The chef at this hotel was truly skilled.

The two ate quietly for a while.

The sunlight streamed in inch by inch through the window, illuminating the white porcelain plates on the dining table with shimmering light.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

My phone vibrated.

It's not Li Yichen's, it's Xiao Yuqing's.

She put down her bowl of porridge, took out her phone from her pocket, and glanced at it.

The screen displayed two words: "Mom".

Xiao Yuqing's back straightened instantly.

She looked up at Li Yichen and put her index finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture.

Li Yichen nodded, with half a steamed dumpling in his mouth.

Xiao Yuqing slid the answer button and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Mom."

A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, slightly hoarse and urgent.

"Yuqing, why didn't you come home last night? Mom called you several times but you didn't answer."

Xiao Yuqing's fingers unconsciously twisted the napkin on the table.

"Ah... I was resting at a close friend's house last night. My phone was on silent, so I didn't hear it. Mom, don't worry."

Her voice was very low, with the last syllable rising slightly, carrying the guilty conscience typical of a daughter lying to her mother.

Li Yichen sat opposite him, chewing the steamed dumpling in his mouth a couple of times without making a sound.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, that's good."

Xiao Yuqing's shoulders relaxed a bit.

But it only lasted a second.

"Yuqing, Mom has something to ask you."

Xiao Yuqing's fingers stopped.

Do you have any money left?

The moment those words came through the receiver, Xiao Yuqing's entire demeanor changed. The relaxed air she had while eating breakfast vanished instantly.

"Your father's medical bills... already amount to over 100,000 yuan."

Xiao's mother lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard by the people next to her.

"The hospital called this morning and said that if the payment isn't made up today... they're going to stop the medication."

Discontinue medication.

When those two words hit her ears, Xiao Yuqing's hand gripping the phone tightened. Her knuckles turned white—no, that's not the right word.

Her hand gripped the phone case so tightly that her fingernails dug into the edge of the silicone case.

"Mom, don't worry."

Her voice steadied, but it was a very strained steadiness.

"I'll definitely find a way to cover the medical expenses today. Stay with Dad at the hospital, don't worry."

"Yuqing—"

"Mom, I understand. Don't worry."

She hung up before Xiao's mother could finish speaking.

The phone landed face down on the table with a dull thud.

The restaurant fell silent.

Xiao Yuqing lowered her head, staring at the half-eaten bowl of millet porridge in front of her, the spoon resting on the rim of the bowl, not moving it.

Li Yichen put down his chopsticks.

"Yuqing, what happened?"

He leaned forward slightly.

"What happened to your dad?"

Xiao Yuqing did not answer immediately.

She picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip.

The porridge was no longer hot, just lukewarm, and it slid into my stomach without making much of a difference.

She put down the bowl before she spoke.

"My dad... was diagnosed at the end of last year. Lung cancer."

The two words were uttered lightly, but their impact on the table was heavier than the entire breakfast spread out on the table.

"After being diagnosed, I've been receiving treatment at the Shanghai Cancer Hospital. Chemotherapy, targeted therapy, all sorts of tests... After a few months, our family's savings were all gone."

She picked up a spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl, making two rounds before putting it down.

"Later, I borrowed over 100,000 yuan from relatives, calling every aunt and uncle I knew. At first, I could borrow it, but later..."

Later, we couldn't borrow any more.

Li Yichen understood this without needing to elaborate. Patients burning through money in hospitals are a bottomless pit. Relatives aren't banks; the first few tens of thousands are a favor, but the rest becomes a burden. Every family has its own difficulties in making ends meet.

"The hospital bills are overdue again; they've been urging us for the past few days."

Xiao Yuqing rubbed the rim of the bowl with her thumb.

"I've saved up some money from live streaming, about 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. But it's just a drop in the bucket."

Her eyes reddened after she said that.

It wasn't the kind of redness from crying; it was from holding it in. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back, refusing to let them fall.

Sitting in the presidential suite of a hotel, with an exquisite breakfast in front of her, wearing the wrinkled shirt from last night, she tells the man she has just started a relationship with that her father has cancer and her family is heavily in debt.

This scene is utterly absurd.

Li Yichen remained silent.

He stood up, walked around the dining table, and sat down next to Xiao Yuqing.

The chair dragged on the marble floor with a short, sharp scraping sound.

He put his arm around Xiao Yuqing's shoulder and placed his other hand on her head, gently stroking it.

His hair was a little frizzy because he hadn't washed it last night, but he didn't seem to care.

"Yuqing".

Xiao Yuqing didn't move.

"Can my uncle's illness be completely cured?"

Xiao Yuqing sniffed.

"The doctor said that with current medical technology, there is a high chance that it can be controlled. Targeted drugs are effective, but the treatment course is long, and surgery is required afterward, followed by a recovery period."

She paused for a moment.

"The whole process is very expensive."

Li Yichen's hand slid down from her head and patted her back. The touch was very light, one pat at a time, carrying a comforting feeling that needed no words.

"Don't worry, Yuqing."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very steady.

"As long as your uncle can be cured, you don't need to worry about the medical expenses."

As he spoke, he reached out and took Xiao Yuqing's phone from the table.

Xiao Yuqing looked up, not yet realizing what he was about to do.

Li Yichen opened Xiao Yuqing's mobile payment app, clicked on the QR code page, and then took out his own phone.

Scan the QR code.

Enter the amount.

2,000,000.

Confirmation. Payment.

Ding.

Xiao Yuqing's phone popped up with a notification that the money had been credited to her account.

She looked down.

Two million.

Six zeros in total.

"you--"

Xiao Yuqing stood up abruptly, and her chair slid back half a foot.

"Li Yichen, are you crazy?!"

She snatched her phone, stared at the number on the screen, her head buzzing.

"Two million? You transferred two million? That's too much! I... I can't pay it back—"

"return?"

Li Yichen sat in the chair, tilting his head to look at her, looking completely bewildered.

"What else?"

He reached out and pulled Xiao Yuqing back into her chair.

"You're all mine now. Silly girl, keep it."

This sentence was said so naturally, it was as if he were saying, "This side dish is yours."

Xiao Yuqing sat back down, clutching her phone, her lips trembling slightly.

Two million.

She did the math in her head. She earned a little over 20,000 yuan a month as a street interview anchor. Two million yuan would require her to work for almost ten years without eating or drinking.

He earned ten years' worth of income with just a scan of a QR code.

Xiao Yuqing lowered her head, staring at the bowl of cold millet porridge. Tears finally welled up in her eyes, trickling down her cheeks and into the bowl, creating a small ripple.

She didn't wipe it.

He didn't say anything.

He just kept his head down, his shoulders trembling.

She didn't expect it.

I never expected this.

The man who joked with her in the restaurant last night, the man who wore cheap clothes and drank 88,000 yuan worth of Lafite, the man who almost crashed when she joked about "not wanting to work hard anymore"—he would throw two million yuan at her without batting an eye when she was at her lowest point.

Li Yichen sat beside her, neither urging her nor saying anything more.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a steamed dumpling, and put it on her plate.

"Eat breakfast first. After you finish, go to the hospital and pay the bill. Your dad is waiting."

Xiao Yuqing raised the back of her hand to rub her eyes, sniffed, and nodded.

After breakfast, most of the dishes were empty.

Li Yichen picked up the landline on the bedside table and dialed the housekeeper's number.

It made a sound.

"Hello, sir."

"Prepare a car."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"Okay sir, the car will be here in ten minutes. Are you looking for a ride or—"

"Take this lady to the Shanghai Cancer Hospital first. Come back and pick me up after you drop her off; I need to go out for a bit too."

"Understood, will arrange it immediately."

I hung up the phone.

Xiao Yuqing stood in the entryway and tidied her hair in front of the mirror on the wall. She retied her ponytail, and although she couldn't touch up her makeup, her complexion looked much better after washing her face.

She turned around and looked at Li Yichen, who was leaning against the sofa.

"Little Li".

"Um."

"Thank you."

Three words, light in tone, yet heavy in weight.

Li Yichen waved to her.

"Why are you being so polite with me? Hurry up, don't keep your uncle waiting. Call me anytime if anything happens."

Xiao Yuqing's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

The door opened. Zhou Lan stood outside, bowing slightly.

"Madam, your car is waiting for you downstairs."

Xiao Yuqing followed Zhou Lan toward the elevator, but after taking three steps, she looked back again.

Li Yichen was picking up a piece of unfinished toast from the sofa and stuffing it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, when he waved at her.

Xiao Yuqing's nose stung again.

She turned around and quickly stepped into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed.

Li Yichen finished chewing the toast in his mouth, stood up, and patted the bread crumbs off his hands.

He changed into a casual outfit provided in the hotel cloakroom—a white polo shirt, dark gray trousers, and a belt that was already provided. It was a whole level better than his own two-hundred-yuan outfit.

He took the elevator down to the lobby on the first floor.

There was a single chair by the window in the sofa area. He walked over and sat down.

The girl at the front desk who checked him in last night was still there. When she saw him come down, she immediately brought him a cup of tea.

"Sir, please have some tea. Longjing, this year's pre-Qingming tea."

Their attitude was much warmer than last night.

The scene of paying 420,000 yuan via QR code last night has clearly spread within the front desk staff.

Li Yichen took the teacup and nodded.

The tea soup is light green with a refreshing aroma. After taking a sip, it soothes the tongue and flows down the throat.

There weren't many people in the lobby. A few business travelers in suits hurried by, and the bellhop at the door was helping an elderly woman carry her suitcase.

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, holding a teacup in his left hand and resting his right hand on the armrest, his fingers tapping out a rhythm unconsciously.

His mind was no longer focused on Xiao Yuqing.

Now that the money issue is resolved, it's time to think about the next step.

He had 2.9 billion yuan lying in his bank account; the interest alone would be enough to last a lifetime. But he wasn't the type to hoard money.

Besides, he needs to upgrade the system's wealth level as soon as possible!