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

As the signs for MixC Mall drew closer, Zhou Lan smoothly parked her car in the underground parking garage.

Li Yichen opened the car door, got out first, then went around to the other side and reached out to help Xiao Yuqing out.

The two walked into the elevator side by side and went up to the first floor.

The air conditioning in the mall hit her face, and Xiao Yuqing subconsciously rubbed the goosebumps on her arms. Li Yichen glanced at her, took off his newly bought thin suit jacket, and draped it over her shoulders.

Xiao Yuqing paused for a moment, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't push him away.

The two people walked inside.

As I passed the first shop at the entrance, the shop assistants inside all raised their heads in unison.

three people.

Six eyes were all fixed on Li Yichen.

The 370,000 yuan purchase record from earlier in the day is still fresh in my mind. Customers who walk in without trying on clothes, picking out items, or asking about sizes, scan half the counter in one go, swipe their codes, and leave—you might only encounter two such customers a year.

The shop assistant at the front instinctively took half a step forward, his mouth already open, "Sir, you—"

Halfway through her sentence, she glanced sideways at Li Yichen.

A girl in a floral sundress linked arms with him.

Beautiful. Very beautiful.

The shop assistant shut his mouth.

The business judgment in my mind took only half a second—this guy brought his girlfriend tonight, so he probably won't be browsing the men's clothing store again.

really.

Li Yichen didn't even glance at the store out of the corner of his eye, and walked straight in with Xiao Yuqing.

The three shop assistants stood at the door, watching the figure walk further and further away, and then sighed in unison.

"The luck from that daytime deal has run out."

Li Yichen led Xiao Yuqing around the first floor for a short while. They passed four or five shops but didn't go in. It wasn't that they weren't nice, but they weren't quite right for them.

When Xiao Yuqing slowed down in front of each shop window, Li Yichen slowed down as well. When she walked faster, he walked faster too.

When Xiao Yuqing reached the door of a shop on the left side of the courtyard, she stopped.

The shop wasn't large, and the decor was simple and understated, without any of that overly ostentatious glamour. The mannequin in the window wore a pale yellow silk shirt dress, with a clean cut and a perfectly cinched waist.

Xiao Yuqing's gaze lingered on the dress for two seconds.

Without saying a word, Li Yichen dragged her inside.

The store's lighting is warm, and the hangers are spaced far apart, with only three or four items hanging on each rack. Less is more.

A shop assistant in a beige uniform came up to us.

"Hello, may I ask—"

"Pick a few suitable outfits for her." Li Yichen tilted his chin, gesturing to Xiao Yuqing. "Something she can wear to work, something she can wear shopping, something that's appropriate for formal occasions—get her a few of them."

The shop assistant glanced at Xiao Yuqing, scanned her from head to toe—height, figure, skin tone, temperament—and gave a result in three seconds.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Xiao Yuqing tugged at Li Yichen's sleeve.

"I can choose it myself, you—"

"How could your choice be the same as hers? She's a professional."

Xiao Yuqing glared at him and said nothing more.

The shop assistants were very quick. In less than five minutes, six or seven outfits were already hanging on the racks. Silk, satin, and lightweight wool, arranged in colors from light to dark.

Xiao Yuqing reached out and touched one of the items—a light blue, fitted suit dress; the fabric was so smooth that it almost couldn't hold her fingers.

"Give it a try."

She took three outfits off the hanger, draped them over her arms, and headed towards the fitting room.

The wind chimes at the shop entrance rang.

A man and a woman walked in.

The man was a little over 1.6 meters tall, and quite well-developed horizontally. He wore an exaggeratedly thick gold chain around his neck, and a faint greenish oxidation mark could be seen around the seam of the chain clasp.

It's hard to say whether this chain will float in water, but it's unlikely to cost more than twenty yuan at a street stall.

He was accompanied by a woman.

Li Yichen glanced at it.

The foundation was so thick it could be scraped off to plaster the walls—his rented room had just been repainted last month, and the thickness was about that level.

She wore two layers of false eyelashes, the outer corners of her eyes curled up so high they almost touched her temples. Her lips were painted a bright red, and as she walked over, a whiff of cheap perfume hit you; you could smell it even three steps ahead of her.

But what does this have to do with him?

Li Yichen looked away and gestured with his chin towards Xiao Yuqing. "Go try it, I'll wait for you outside."

Xiao Yuqing nodded and walked towards the fitting room with the clothes in her arms.

"Wait a moment."

A high-pitched voice came from behind.

Xiao Yuqing stopped in her tracks and turned around.

The heavily made-up woman stood two steps away, her eyes not on Xiao Yuqing's face, but fixed on the light blue suit dress on her arm.

"I've got my eye on this dress."

She extended a finger painted with burgundy nail polish and touched the light blue ball in Xiao Yuqing's arms. Her chin was slightly raised, her eyelids drooped down, and she spoke in a tone that seemed to be squeezed out from her throat.

"Please choose another one."

Troublesome. Let's start over.

Every word was shrouded in a condescending, greasy air.

Xiao Yuqing held the clothes and didn't move.

Li Yichen leaned against the counter next to him, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Ignore her. Go change your clothes."

Xiao Yuqing nodded and turned to continue walking towards the fitting room.

The heavily made-up woman's face fell.

She suddenly turned around, grabbed the arm of the short man next to her, and hung herself on it, her lips pouting so much they could hold an oil bottle.

"Honey—look, I really love that outfit, you have to buy it for me today."

The last syllable was drawn out and slurred, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet shop.

The shorter man stumbled a step from her swaying, steadied himself, and patted the back of her hand. Then he turned around and walked with his toes pointing outwards to Li Yichen.

"brother."

He tilted his head back—he had no choice, as Li Yichen was almost a head taller than him.

"My girlfriend likes that outfit. Why don't you let her choose another one?"

Li Yichen looked down at the round face in front of him.

"Who's your brother?"

The short man's smile faltered for a moment.

"Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served?"

Six words, neither too strong nor too weak, but they shut the other person up and down, leaving them unable to utter a single word of rebuttal.

He stood still, took a step, then moved his foot back. The gold chain around his neck swayed twice with his movements.

The heavily made-up woman's expression darkened even more when she saw her man choking.

She walked right past the short man, stood by the counter, and slapped the countertop.

"I'll take this dress! If she doesn't buy it, I will. Are you going to sell it to me or not? Is this how your store does business?"

He raised his voice really high, and the last notes echoed around the store twice.

The shop assistant stood to the side, her professional smile almost cracking. Her left hand rested on the edge of the cash register, her fingertips unconsciously curling slightly.

They dared not offend either side. Both sides were customers.

Xiao Yuqing stood at the door of the fitting room, looked at the clothes in her arms, and then at the woman who was making a fuss.

She put the clothes back on the hanger.

"Never mind. I don't want it."

It's unnecessary. It's just a piece of clothing. Arguing with this kind of person and making a scene echo throughout the mall will only make you look bad.

Li Yichen glanced at her, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't stop her.

The heavily made-up woman's face instantly brightened, revealing a row of neat porcelain teeth.

"Honey! Go pay the bill!"

She waved to the shorter man, then turned and gestured with her chin to the shop assistant. "Wrap it up."

The shop assistant took the clothes, walked to the cashier, and scanned the tag with a barcode scanner.

Numbers popped up on the screen.

"Sir, this garment costs 380,000."

The short man was taking out his phone.

The hand stopped.

It hung in mid-air, not falling.

380,000.

His mind went blank for two seconds.

Three hundred and eighty thousand—he worked hard as a material supplier for a year, and after deducting costs, labor, entertainment expenses, and taxes, he only received a little over one million. This one piece of clothing wiped out almost half a year's profit for him.

He had a pretty good plan—bring his mistress shopping, buy her a few outfits to cheer her up, and at most spend 30,000 to 50,000 yuan; if necessary, he could grit his teeth and spend 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.

Three hundred and eighty thousand?

What kind of fabric is it made of? Is it sewn with gold thread?

The heavily made-up woman standing beside him was completely oblivious to his strange behavior and kept urging him on.

"Hurry up, honey, pay! What are you dawdling for?"

The short man swallowed hard. He held his phone in his hand, the payment page open, his thumb hovering over the keypad, hesitant to press it.

"Um... honey." He turned to the side, lowered his voice, and whispered in the woman's ear, "How about we go look somewhere else? I just took a closer look at this style, and it doesn't seem to suit you—"

"What do you mean it doesn't suit me? I look good in anything. So what if it's 380,000? Didn't you say last time that I could buy whatever I wanted?"

The short man's temple throbbed twice.

When he said that last time, he thought the upper limit of "anything" was a bag, at most a little over ten thousand. Not a dress worth three hundred and eighty thousand.

Li Yichen leaned against the display case next to him, his hands in his pockets, his head down, and the corner of his mouth turned to one side.

It's none of his business. But the play was indeed quite good.

The short man struggled internally for fifteen seconds.

I've accepted it. If I don't buy it, the mistress will turn on me tonight, and all my investments from the past few months will be wasted. If I buy it—it hurts, but at least I've appeased her.

He gritted his teeth and pressed his thumb on the keypad—

"To become rich and powerful!!!"

A loud shout burst in from the store entrance.

The volume was so loud that the clothes racks in the store shook.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

A woman was standing at the door.

She was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, slightly overweight, wearing a casual floral T-shirt and sweatpants. She was wearing plastic slippers, one of the laces on her left shoe was broken.

Her hair was tied in a crooked bun, and her face was completely bare of makeup, but her eyes were bloodshot, red, and blazing with fury.

She was clutching a phone in her right hand, the screen lit up. Her left hand was on her hip.

"How dare you cheat on me with another woman, and even bring her to buy clothes worth 380,000 yuan?!"

The short man's thumb, which was hovering in mid-air, froze.

The color drained from his face completely within three seconds.