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

Chapter 172 A thief broke into the villa?

The chief of staff stared at the terrifying trajectory line on the screen.

Meanwhile, over a thousand kilometers away, in a villa at Tomson Riviera, the person involved was already paralyzed in bed.

Li Yichen closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming steady. A wave of drowsiness washed over him as the adrenaline receded, and his consciousness began to blur.

What he didn't know was that when the armor landed on the lawn in the backyard, although the exhaust from the nozzles was silenced, the dull thud of the metal boot soles hitting the stone slabs still pierced the silence of the night.

Third floor.

Ji Yanran turned over.

She's a light sleeper. It's an occupational hazard she's developed over the years; the slightest noise can jol her awake from her light sleep.

Her eyelids twitched when she heard that muffled thud coming up from downstairs.

Then came a series of very light footsteps, walking from the side door on the first floor all the way to the second floor.

Ji Yanran opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Besides her, Miao Miao, Li Niannian, Uncle Zhou, and two cleaning staff, there shouldn't be anyone else in the villa. Li Yichen went into seclusion at the aerospace base forty days ago and hasn't said he'd return.

Who's downstairs?

She threw back the covers and sat up. The straps of her silk nightgown slipped down to her arms, and she pulled them back up. Barefoot on the carpet, she reached for her phone and held it in her hand.

I didn't turn on my flashlight. I went down the stairs.

She stopped when she reached the corner on the second floor.

At the end of the corridor, light shone through the crack under the door to Li Yichen's bedroom.

A narrow beam of light lay across the dark wooden floor.

Ji Yanran frowned.

This room has been unoccupied for forty days. The light couldn't have turned on by itself.

She quickly ran through the possibilities in her mind.

Thief?

This is Tomson Riviera. Its security system operates 24/7, making it impossible for ordinary thieves to get in.

But what if?

Ji Yanran gripped her phone tighter and tiptoed to the door. She turned sideways, placed her left hand on the doorknob, and pressed down very slowly and gently.

Click.

The sound of the latch retracting was almost inaudible.

She pushed the door open a crack about two fingers wide.

He peered in with one eye.

The bedroom light was on. The small nightlight by the bedside cast a warm yellow glow, softly illuminating the entire room.

A person was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his back was slightly hunched. He was unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and gulping it down.

Li Yichen.

Ji Yanran relaxed completely. The taut string in her heart snapped.

It's the boss.

Not a thief.

But then another question arose—how did he get back at five in the morning? Without even giving me a heads-up?

Ji Yanran straightened up and symbolically knocked twice on the door.

dong dong.

Before anyone could respond, she pushed the door open.

"Boss."

Li Yichen jumped up.

The water bottle slipped from my hand, rolled twice on the carpet, and spilled water everywhere.

He turned his head abruptly.

At that moment, the first thought that flashed through his mind was not "Ji Yanran is here".

But -

Has someone from above come knocking on our door?

So fast?

It's impossible for the East China Sea Fleet to track a target that doesn't respond to a signal, locate it in Tomson Riviera in Shanghai, and then pinpoint its bedroom in such a short time.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

With Ling'er around, no one can trace it back to him.

But when people feel guilty, logic doesn't apply.

That fraction of a second of panic caused a thin layer of sweat to seep out of his back.

Then he saw clearly the person standing at the door.

A silk camisole nightgown. Long, flowing hair. Barefoot. A look on her face that said, "I've got you."

Ji Yanran.

Li Yichen plopped back onto the edge of the bed, leaning back slightly.

He was completely paralyzed.

It was a false alarm.

"Yanran." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Why are you in my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Ji Yanran leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I heard a noise downstairs." She tilted her head. "I thought a burglar had broken in, so I came down to check. Turns out your light was on."

She took a step inside.

"When did you get back? You didn't even say anything. It's the middle of the night, and you're acting like a thief."

Li Yichen rubbed his temples. He hadn't expected Ji Yanran to be so alert. Even though the sound of the armor landing was kept to a minimum, it was still heard.

"I'm back from my seclusion now that it's over," he replied casually. "It was too late to tell you, I didn't want to wake you up."

Ji Yanran responded with an "oh".

She went into the bedroom and took two barefoot steps on the carpet.

Then he stopped walking.

Something caught her gaze.

Next to the wardrobe.

A human-shaped object stood there quietly.

Silver-grey. Streamlined. Broad shoulders. Limbs follow the contours of the muscles. Slightly arched back. V-shaped, dark black helmet visor.

It is about 1.9 meters tall.

Under the warm yellow light, the metal casing gleamed with a cold light.

Ji Yanran stared intently at the object, her mind racing.

This thing was definitely not here when she came to this room to pick up the documents forty days ago.

She remembers it clearly. There was a luggage rack next to the wardrobe, with several coats hanging on it.

Now there's this extra thing here.

Model?

Figurines?

A life-size mecha figurine?

Ji Yanran turned around and glanced at Li Yichen.

Li Yichen also noticed where her gaze was directed.

It’s over.

The armor was just sitting there openly next to the wardrobe. He had simply left it there after taking it off; he hadn't had a chance to hide it at all.

but……

It doesn't matter if they see it.

Ji Yanran wouldn't speak carelessly. She was one of the people he trusted most. Besides, with this thing here, anyone's first reaction would be—a model.

Who would have thought that a "figure" placed in the bedroom could actually fly?

Ji Yanran indeed didn't think of anything else.

She turned around and walked towards the armor. Her eyes scanned it up and down.

"Boss." She stopped in front of the armor, looking up at the V-shaped mask. "When was this bought? How come I didn't know?"

As she spoke, her hand had already reached out.

Place your fingertips on the surface of the breastplate.

cold.

The cold, metallic feel washed over her. Her fingers traced a line down the center of her breastplate, her fingertips feeling the minute seams and protruding rivets.

"You know what?" Ji Yanran withdrew her hand and patted the shoulder armor of the battle suit. The touch from her palm was solid and heavy. "This feels so real. The craftsmanship is ridiculously exquisite."

She took a closer look at the hydraulic cylinder structure at the joint. "The paint finish, the brushed metal texture, even the details are done."

Ji Yanran clicked her tongue twice, her face full of admiration.

"Which studio made this? This level of craftsmanship is probably top-tier in the figure collecting world."

Li Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, watching Ji Yanran circle around the armor.

"That thing isn't a model."

Ji Yanran's hand stopped on the forearm of the armor. She turned to look at him.

"This is the result of my forty-day seclusion." Li Yichen picked up the empty water bottle from the ground and threw it into the trash can by the bedside.

Ji Yanran was stunned for two seconds.

Then my mind automatically filled in the logical gaps for that sentence—

The boss went into seclusion for forty days. This is the result. So… this is a model he made himself?

She looked again at the silver-gray armor.

It is indeed so exquisite that it doesn't look like it was made by machine. Many details show signs of hand-polishing.

but--

When did the boss change his mind?

Are they giving up on cutting-edge technology and switching to making handcrafted models?

This hobby is such a huge leap! From building rockets to making figurines, it's like night and day.

Ji Yanran touched the chest plate of the armor a couple more times. It was indeed cool. The design was much better looking than the flashy designs in Marvel movies. Simple, sharp, and futuristic.

She turned around, put her hands behind her back, and looked at Li Yichen with a grin.

"Boss, could you make one for me too?"

Li Yichen looked up at her.

"I really like this style," Ji Yanran said, tilting her head. "It would be so cool to put it in my room as a decoration."

Li Yichen didn't laugh.

"You can't afford this."

Ji Yanran's smile faltered for a moment.

Can't afford it?

Her annual salary, plus various bonuses and profit sharing, amounts to tens of millions. A single figurine, even a limited edition, would at most fetch a few hundred thousand.

How could you not be able to afford it?

Ji Yanran crossed her arms over her chest and slightly raised her chin.

"Boss, you underestimate me. Tell me, how much? I'll pay double, I'll buy it."

Li Yichen leaned against the headboard, looking at Ji Yanran's "I'm rich" attitude.

He forced a smile.

"Okay, forget about double, I'll give you the cost price."

He held up two fingers.

"Two billion."

Ji Yanran still had a smile on her lips.

"Two hundred thousand? Okay, deduct it directly from my salary..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Her smile froze on her face.