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

That cry of "Go for wealth and honor" had a penetrating power comparable to an air raid siren.

Everyone in the store felt a jolt in their eardrums.

The heavily made-up woman turned her head and saw the woman in the doorway wearing a floral T-shirt and plastic slippers. Within two seconds, all the color drained from her face.

That arrogant air he had just displayed is gone.

It's completely gone.

The short man—Gou Fugui—slipped his phone out of his hand, bumped against the cash register, bounced, and fell to the ground. The screen was up, the payment page still lit.

The number 380,000 was jumping on the screen, showing it to everyone.

Li Yichen took a step back and casually pulled Xiao Yuqing's wrist.

"Stand back."

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Xiao Yuqing's ear.

"It wouldn't be good if someone got hurt accidentally."

Xiao Yuqing held on for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

He chuckled, then quickly stopped, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

The two of them tacitly retreated to a corner next to the fitting room, leaning against the wall, as if to say, "We're just passing by."

The woman at the door rushed in.

The plastic slippers slapped loudly on the marble floor, the broken shoelace on her left foot swinging back and forth. She rushed in with a straight line, her target precise—heading straight for the heavily made-up woman.

"You little slut! I followed him all the way, and sure enough—!"

She stretched out her right hand, and her five fingers precisely grabbed the heavily made-up woman's hair.

It's not grabbing, it's pulling.

The kind that you pull out by the roots.

The heavily made-up woman's head was suddenly pulled downwards, causing her to stagger two steps, her high heels scraping across the floor with a piercing sound.

"Ah—let me go! Let me go!"

No one let her go.

The empress's other hand had already slapped down, aiming a blow at the heavily made-up woman's face.

Snapped.

A crisp, resounding sound. The clothes racks in the store even trembled slightly.

"You shameless bastard! You seduced someone else's husband! 380,000! A dress worth 380,000! I've been married to him for ten years, and the most expensive dress he's ever bought me is 120! It was on sale at the mall!"

He cursed and hit at the same time, his hands never stopping.

Slapping him left and right, interspersed with hair-pulling, collar-tugging, and arm-pinching, the moves were anything but disciplined, but they were fierce, frequent, and ruthless.

One of the woman's two layers of false eyelashes was ripped off, swirling twice in mid-air before landing on the ground. Her foundation was smudged, revealing streaks that exposed her reddened skin underneath.

The screams from his mouth grew louder and louder.

"Fugui! Fugui, please save me—!"

She reached out her hand towards Gou Fugui.

Gou Fugui stood three steps away, rooted to the spot.

Her face was as white as the walls of the shop.

Help? How? If he dares to reach out and help his mistress, his wife will tear him in two the next second.

He knew his wife too well. This woman usually seemed gentle and kind at home, cooking, doing laundry, taking care of the children, and never arguing with him. But once she exploded—

Last time, he only glanced at the girl at the express delivery station at the entrance of the community, and when he got home, she chased him down three flights of stairs with a rolling pin.

Rolling pin. Three-story building.

That was just a second glance.

The clothes cost 380,000 now.

Gou Fugui took two steps back, pressing his back against the glass of the display case.

The heavily made-up woman waited in vain for help, and her screams gradually turned from shrill to whimpering. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup was ruined, and one of the shoulder straps of her dress was torn off, hanging limply on her arm.

He went from being arrogant and saying "Wrap it up for me" just ten minutes ago to looking like this disheveled person with a bruised and swollen face.

Li Yichen leaned against the wall, arms crossed, head down.

His mouth tilted slightly to one side, but he didn't laugh out loud.

Xiao Yuqing stood next to him, covering her mouth with her hands, her shoulders shaking.

There were already seven or eight people gathered at the store entrance.

Hearing the commotion, shoppers in the mall gathered around in twos and threes. Some stood on tiptoe to peek inside, some held up their phones to film videos, and an older woman stood at the front with shopping bags, cracking sunflower seeds and giving insightful comments.

"Hey, that's good! You deserve it!"

"That guy's standing there like a wooden stake, why don't you lend a hand?"

"What are you pulling at? He'd rather neither of them pay him any attention."

After the wife finished dealing with the mistress, she took a couple of breaths.

Her hair had gone from a bun to loose strands, and the neckline of her floral T-shirt was askew from her movement. She straightened up and turned around.

Gou Fugui's back was pressed against the display case, and his legs were trembling.

"My...wife—"

Who are you calling your wife?

The Empress took a step forward and grabbed the gold chain around Gou Fugui's neck with one hand.

Gou Fugui was pulled forward and fell forward a bit, and the gold chain made a crisp sound at the joint—it broke.

The chain slipped off his neck, fell to the ground, and bounced twice.

The empress glanced down at the chain, then stepped onto it.

"Ten years! Go get rich and powerful! I've been with you for ten years!"

He swung his right hand in a wide arc and slapped Gou Fugui across the back of the head.

Gou Fugui, who is just over 1.6 meters tall, was being beaten by his wife without any chance to fight back. It wasn't that he was afraid to fight back—he was simply no match for her. His wife was half a head taller than him and used to work on the farm back in their hometown; her arm muscles were much stronger than his.

One slap. Two slaps. Three slaps.

Gou Fugui squatted down, clutching his head, and curled up into a ball.

"Stop hitting me—stop hitting my face—I have to meet a client tomorrow—"

"Your client is meeting your mother!"

Another kick.

A larger crowd gathered at the entrance. Cell phones were raised everywhere, and flashes went off one after another.

The shop assistant stood behind the cashier, clutching the landline receiver. She dialed the police five seconds after the wife grabbed the mistress's hair.

"Hello, is this 110? There's a fight on the first floor of MixC Mall—yes, that clothing store—"

The sound of police sirens could be heard from afar outside the mall.

Li Yichen raised his head slightly.

Two uniformed police officers strode over from the elevator entrance, pushed through the crowd, and rushed into the store.

"Stop it, all of you!"

The empress's hand froze in mid-air, while Gou Fugui's head remained tucked into his knees. The heavily made-up woman leaned against the corner of the wall, her hair disheveled, five finger marks clearly visible on her face, her eyeliner and foundation smeared together, covering her entire face.

The police officers spent ten minutes understanding the situation.

The shop assistant pointed to the security camera. The wife took out her phone and showed the photos and videos taken by the stalker. Gou Fugui squatted on the ground without saying a word, his gold chain broken in two and lying at his feet.

"The three of you, come with us to the station to give your statements."

Gou Fugui stood up, two gray stains smudged on the knees of his trousers. He followed the policeman out with his head down, glancing at Li Yichen out of the corner of his eye as he passed him—

The young man who had just confronted him about "first come, first served" was leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.

The pretty girl next to me in the floral sundress was laughing, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

The three people were taken away.

The crowd hadn't completely dispersed, and people were still discussing it in small groups.

"The man was so pitiful; he got slapped at least ten times—"

"What's so tragic about it? Serves you right. I'd do the same."

"That woman's makeup is all ruined, how is she going to face anyone when she gets back..."

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

The shop returned to quiet.

Li Yichen straightened up from the wall, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at the direction where Gou Fugui and the other two had disappeared.

A chill ran down my back.

For some reason, that image just wouldn't leave my mind—Gou Fugui crouching on the ground, clutching his head, his gold chain broken, his wife slapping him from above, and his mistress crying in the corner.

Everything went wrong.

He's rich now. Very rich. Rich enough to afford a meal costing 260,000 and a building costing 700 million.

Money of this magnitude changes more than just the numbers on your bank account. It changes people. It changes their thinking. It changes their choices.

Back in college, with a monthly allowance of 1200 yuan, he had to be very careful with his meals in the cafeteria. At that time, he was far from being fickle; even buying a girl a cup of milk tea was considered a big deal.

But now?

Xiao Yuqing had been with him for less than two days when he was able to transfer two million without batting an eye, spend 2.1 billion to buy a building, and take her shopping at the mall to pick whatever she wanted.

What about the future? What if you meet the next pretty girl? And the next one after that?

Money not only allows people to buy what they want, but it also makes people feel like they can buy anything.

The fate of Gou Fugui today serves as a mirror.

A mirror that sends chills down your spine.

"Little Leonardo DiCaprio?"

Xiao Yuqing's voice came from the side.

Li Yichen's thoughts snapped. He turned his head away.

Xiao Yuqing tilted her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "What are you daydreaming about again?"

He shook his head.

Forget it. Why think so much? Things will work themselves out. We'll deal with the future later.

He turned around, walked to the clothes rack, picked up all the clothes he had just chosen, and placed them on the cashier's counter.

"wrap up."

The shop assistant paused for a moment, then glanced at the pile of clothes on the counter—five sets, including the light blue suit dress that had caused the whole farce.

Xiao Yuqing caught up from behind and tugged at his arm.

"Don't buy them. Each one costs 380,000 yuan. How much would all of them cost in total? It's too expensive."

Li Yichen didn't respond to her words, but instead gestured with his chin towards the shop assistant.

"Calculate."

The shop assistant's fingers clattered across the keyboard, and numbers appeared.

"Sir, the five sets will cost a total of 980,000."

Xiao Yuqing released her hand from Li Yichen's arm.

Nine hundred and eighty thousand.

She stopped people on the street to conduct interviews, broadcasting for ten hours a day, earning 20,000 yuan a month. To earn 980,000 yuan, she would have to work for four years.

Four years' income. Five sets of clothes.

Li Yichen took out his phone, scanned the QR code, entered the password, and confirmed.

Ding.

"Alright. Let's go."

He picked up the shopping bag, put his other arm around Xiao Yuqing's shoulder, and walked out the door.

As you exit the clothing store, there's a shoe store on your right. Several pairs of stiletto heels are displayed in the window, the lights shining on the shoes, making the silk satin fabric gleam softly.

Li Yichen pulled Xiao Yuqing inside.

"You need to change your shoes too. Your sandals look nice on you, but they don't match your new clothes."

Xiao Yuqing opened her mouth, but Li Yichen cut her off with a sharp look.

Twenty minutes. Three pairs of shoes: a pair of black stilettos, a pair of nude flats, and a pair of white leather shoes.

After swiping his card, Li Yichen was carrying three or four shopping bags in each hand, his fingers almost red from the pressure.

He took out his phone and dialed Zhou Lan's number.

"Sister Lan, come in here for a moment. It's near the shoe store on the left side of the atrium on the first floor. Could you help me take my things down and put them in my car?"

Three minutes later, Zhou Lan walked quickly from the elevator entrance.

When she took the shopping bags, she glanced at the brand logo printed on them, and then at the number—seven or eight bags, all packed full.

Without saying anything, he nodded and turned to walk towards the underground parking garage.

Li Yichen shook his fingers, which had been marked by the straps, and turned to look at Xiao Yuqing.

"Let's go upstairs."

Xiao Yuqing stood there, head down.

She stared at the pair of white strappy sandals on her feet—shoes she'd bought online for eighty-nine yuan. After three months, the soles were worn down.

Clothes worth 980,000 yuan. Shoes worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Twenty-four hours earlier, she was still on the street holding a selfie stick, stopping people to conduct interviews.

Twenty-four hours later, she was dragged around a shopping mall by a man worth billions, swiping his card faster than she could blink.

"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go."

Li Yichen was already standing at the escalator entrance, looking back at her.

The mall lights shone from behind him, highlighting the sharp lines of his dark gray, lightweight suit. He was a completely different person from the delivery guy in the pilling T-shirt from yesterday.

Xiao Yuqing quickly followed and stepped onto the escalator.

The two people walked side by side up to the second floor. The GG light boxes on both sides of the escalator receded one by one, and the mall's atrium slowly unfolded from the perspective of the first floor.

We've reached the second floor.

Li Yichen stepped off the escalator and turned to the right.

My steps stopped.

Xiao Yuqing almost bumped into his back, but quickly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

She peeked ahead.

A woman was standing in front of the first shop on the right-hand side on the second floor.

She was twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with long, flowing hair and a tall, slender figure. She wore a well-tailored black dress. Her features were so exquisitely beautiful that she seemed unreal; her chin was pointed and small, and the curve of her collarbone was visible through the neckline.

She was looking down at her phone, tracing names on the screen with her index finger, and didn't notice what was happening here.

Li Yichen's feet were rooted to the ground, and he remained motionless.

Xiao Yuqing turned her head, looked at the woman, and then at Li Yichen.

"Do you know him?"

Li Yichen's Adam's apple bobbed.

"...ex-girlfriend."