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

When Li Yichen returned to the office, Ji Yanran was already sitting at her workstation working on documents.

The keyboard was being pounded away.

Li Yichen walked to his boss's chair and sat down. He spun the chair around a little, leaned back, and took out his phone.

Swipe your finger across the screen and tap to open TikTok.

He scrolled through it carelessly.

Food reviews, beautiful women dancing, funny jokes, and pet videos.

My finger slid upwards, one stroke at a time.

As he was swiping, his fingers stopped.

The screen shows a video shot by a street streamer.

The video is a bit shaky, and the background is a hospital corridor.

White walls, green paint, and light yellow tiles on the floor.

The corridor was packed with people.

The adults were holding the children's hands, and the children were all wearing hats.

The hat completely covered her hair.

The anchor walked forward with his phone in hand, the camera panning across faces.

The adult's face showed exhaustion, anxiety, and a forced calm.

The child's face was pale and weak, but his eyes were bright.

The streamer stopped at a corner.

The camera is focused on a mother and daughter.

The mother squatted on the ground, holding a box of food in her hands.

The meal was a regular boxed lunch: rice, vegetables, and a few slices of meat.

She scooped up a spoonful and held it to her daughter's lips.

"Tingting, have another bite."

The girl looked to be seven or eight years old, wearing a pink knitted hat, and her face was so thin it was barely the size of a palm.

She opened her mouth, put the food in, and chewed slowly.

After swallowing, she raised her head.

"Mom, you should eat too."

The mother smiled and shook her head.

"Mom ate out earlier, you can eat here."

The girl stared at her mother for a few seconds.

Then he shook his head.

"Mom, you're lying to me."

The sound was soft, but clear.

"You definitely haven't eaten."

"I know you only have enough money for this meal, where would you get the money for anything else?"

The smile on the mother's face froze.

She lowered her head, and her shoulders began to tremble.

Tears streamed down my face, landing in my lunchbox.

The girl reached out and wiped her mother's face with her thin fingers.

"Mom, shall we go home?"

"It's incurable."

"They sold our house to pay for my medical treatment."

"My father works day and night."

"To save money for my medical treatment, you only eat one steamed bun every day."

As the girl spoke, tears streamed down her face.

"Mom, let's not get treatment anymore, okay?"

"Let's go home."

"I don't want you to work so hard."

The mother hugged her daughter tightly.

They were holding each other very tightly.

"Tingting, be good."

"Mom and Dad aren't working hard."

"As long as your illness can be cured, your parents are willing to endure any hardship or fatigue."

"Just focus on getting better and don't overthink it."

The anchor stood to the side, with the camera pointed at the mother and daughter.

A few seconds later, the anchor pulled a wad of cash from his pocket.

Bright red.

He squatted down and handed over the money.

"Big sister, this is just a small token of my appreciation."

Don't refuse.

The mother looked up, stared at the stack of money, and froze.

The streamer stuffed the money into her hand.

"Take it."

"Buy some good food for the kids."

The mother held the money, her hand trembling.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn't.

In the end, he simply lowered his head and bowed to the anchor.

"Thank you... thank you."

"I will definitely pay you back once Tingting recovers."

She pulled her daughter over.

"Tingting, bow to your uncle."

The girl was very obedient and bent down.

"Thank you, Uncle."

The anchor waved his hand, stood up, and continued walking forward.

The camera moves through the corridor.

A father sat on the corner of the stairs, holding half a steamed bun in his hand.

He looked to be in his thirties, but almost half of his hair was white.

He ate the steamed bun bite by bite while drinking mineral water.

His eyes were empty.

The streamer didn't go over to disturb them, but just filmed from a distance for a few seconds.

Then I walked out of the hospital building.

The camera is pointed at the anchor's face.

"Brothers, this video isn't for gaining views."

"I really can't stand it anymore."

"These children are so pitiful."

"These parents have it so tough."

"I hope... if anyone sees this video, and if they are able, they can help them."

Even just a little bit.

The video ends here.

Li Yichen stared at the black screen for a long time.

My finger hovered over the screen, but didn't move.

The office was quiet.

The only sound was Ji Yanran typing on the keyboard.

Li Yichen logged out of Douyin and placed his phone on the table.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Those images are still in my mind.

A child wearing a hat.

The father eating a steamed bun.

And then there was that line, "Mom, let's not get treatment anymore, okay?"

Li Yichen opened his eyes.

"Ling'er".

The phone screen lit up automatically.

A chibi-style character popped out.

"elder brother."

"Where is the hospital in that video?"

"Shanghai Children's Hospital"

"Hematology department?"

"right."

Li Yichen stood up.

The chair slid backward, its wheels making a slight scraping sound on the floor.

Ji Yanran heard the noise and looked up.

"The boss?"

I'm going out for a bit.

Li Yichen grabbed the car keys and walked towards the door.

"Where to?"

"Do something meaningful."

Li Yichen opened the door and went out.

The door closed again.

Ji Yanran frowned as she looked at the closed door.

But without asking any further questions, he continued typing away.

***

underground garage.

Li Yichen opened the car door and got in.

"Ling'er, go to the Children's Hospital in Shanghai."

"Okay, brother."

The car started and drove out of the garage.

It was a little past one in the afternoon, and there weren't many cars on the road.

Ling'er controlled the car's speed, smoothly navigating the streets.

Li Yichen looked out the window.

High-rise buildings, shops, pedestrians.

The sun is shining brightly.

But the images of the hospital corridor were still in his mind.

After half an hour.

The car was parked in the children's hospital parking lot.

Li Yichen got out of the car.

He walked into the outpatient building.

The smell of disinfectant hits you right in the face.

The lobby was crowded and noisy.

He walked through the crowd to the payment counter.

There was a queue in front of the window.

Li Yichen skipped the queue and went straight to the window on the far right.

Inside sat a young nurse, who was sorting through receipts with her head down.

Li Yichen knocked on the glass.

The nurse looked up.

"Sir, please line up to pay."

"I will not pay the fee."

Li Yichen paused.

"I want to look something up."

The nurse looked at him.

"Investigate what?"

"Bills for all patients in the hematology department."

The nurse was taken aback.

"Sir, this cannot be checked casually; it involves patient privacy."

"I don't look at the specific information."

Li Yichen said.

"I just want to know how many patients are in the hematology department, how many of them are in arrears, and how much they owe."

The nurse frowned.

Why are you asking this?

"I want to pay for them."

The nurse's eyes widened slightly.

She stared at Li Yichen for a few seconds.

"Sir, you're not joking, are you?"

Do I look like I'm joking?

The nurse fell silent.

She thought for a moment, then stood up.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get our director."

She turned and went into the back office.

After a while, a female doctor in her forties wearing glasses came out with a nurse.

The female doctor walked to the window and looked Li Yichen up and down through the glass.

"Sir, I heard you want to pay the bill for a hematology patient?"

"right."

"How exactly do you want to help?"

"Settle all outstanding fees first."

The female doctor adjusted her glasses.

"Sir, there are currently over five hundred patients hospitalized in the hematology department."

"There are more than 300 people in arrears."

"The amount owed... is not small."

"How many?"

The female doctor turned around and said to the nurse.

"Xiao Liu, print out a list of those who owe money."

The nurse sat back down at the computer and began typing on the keyboard.

The printer started working.

Splash, splash.

Sheets of paper were ejected one by one.

The nurse handed a thick stack of papers out the window.

The female doctor took it, flipped through a few pages, and then handed it to Li Yichen.

"See for yourself."

Li Yichen took the list.

Turn the pages one by one.

Each line contains a name, followed by the amount owed.

Thirty thousand.

fifty thousand.

80,000.

120,000.

……

There are none below ten thousand.

Li Yichen turned to the last page and looked up.

"How much is the total?"

The female doctor looked at the nurse.

The nurse made a few moves on the computer.

"Director, 327 people, total amount owed... 18,465,321 yuan."

The female doctor turned to look at Li Yichen.

"More than 18 million."

"Sir, are you sure you want to pay for them?"

Li Yichen remained silent.

He took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a card.

Black card.

He handed it through the window.

"Go ahead and swipe."

"All accounts settled."

"In addition, each household will pre-deposit 100,000."

The female doctor and nurse were both stunned.

"One hundred thousand per household?"

"right."

Li Yichen handed the card forward again.

"Hurry up."

The female doctor took the card, her hand trembling slightly.

She looked at the nurse.

"Xiao Liu, calculate the total cost."

The nurse's fingers tapped rapidly on the calculator.

Three hundred and twenty-seven multiplied by one hundred thousand equals thirty-two million seven hundred thousand.

Adding to the over 18 million in unpaid fees...

"Director, the total is 51,165,321 yuan."

The female doctor took a deep breath.

She looked at Li Yichen.

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Sure."

"well."

The female doctor handed the card to the nurse.

"brush."

The nurse took the card and inserted it into the POS machine.

She looked up at Li Yichen.

"Sir, the password."

Li Yichen recited a string of numbers.

The nurse entered the information.

wait.

A few seconds later.

The POS machine dispenses a receipt.

Transaction successful.

The nurse tore off the receipt, her hands still trembling.

She handed over the card and receipt together.

"Sir, it's done."

Li Yichen took the card and put it back in his wallet.

"Give me the list."

The nurse handed over the list of unpaid bills.

Li Yichen took it and turned to leave.

The female doctor quickly came out from behind the window and chased after him.

"Sir! Sir, wait a minute!"

Li Yichen stopped in his tracks.

"Is there anything else?"

"Sir, what's your name?"

"No need to ask."

"Well... at least leave your contact information. These patients' families might want to thank you later..."

"Need not."

Li Yichen interrupted her.

"Don't tell them who paid the money."

"Just say it was an anonymous donation."

The female doctor opened her mouth.

Finally, he nodded.

"Okay...okay."

"Thank you... thank you, sir."

"You saved more than 300 families."

Li Yichen did not respond.

He turned around and continued walking out.

The female doctor stood there, watching his figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

She looked down at the business card in her hand.

Then he turned around and walked quickly back to the payment counter.

"Little Liu!"

"director?"

"Notify all departments in the hematology department to clear all outstanding fees."

"Deposit another 100,000 into each patient's account."

"Do it now!"

"yes!"

***

PARKING LOT.

Li Yichen opened the car door and got in.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

Ling'er's voice came from the car stereo.

"Brother, shall we go home?"

"Back to the company."

"OK."

The car started and drove out of the parking lot.

Li Yichen opened his eyes and looked at the street scene receding outside the window.

The hospital building grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

At this moment, Li Yichen felt better than ever before, thinking to himself, "Is this what it's like to do good deeds? It really feels great."