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

Riverside.

Li Yichen sat on a folding chair, fishing rod in hand, with a box of Da Zhong Jiu tea and a pot of cooled Tieguanyin tea beside him. The float remained motionless, and the water was as smooth as a mirror.

It's been three hours.

The fish basket sat empty in the water; not even a single white fish was caught.

He sighed, put the fishing rod on the stand, poured himself a cup of cold tea from the teapot, and gulped it down. It was bitter.

Miao's question from last time popped into my head—"Brother Li, do all the fish hate you?"

After the little girl finished speaking, she put her hands on her hips and scrunched up her face. The look of disgust she gave him still stung the back of his head.

This is the eighth time.

The eighth consecutive time the Air Force has been deployed.

Li Yichen is worth hundreds of millions, and when he puts on his armor, he can take on an entire aircraft carrier fleet single-handedly. However, when it comes to fishing, he gets completely crushed by a group of freshwater fish.

Just as I was about to pack up and head home, my phone rang in my pocket.

Li Yichen picked it up casually and lazily said "feed".

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, familiar yet unfamiliar: "Boss, it's me, Zhou Lan. Don't you remember me?"

Li Yichen stopped.

Zhou Lan... Zhou Lan...

three seconds.

He racked his brain for three seconds before finally finding it—Lanting Yayuan! Those three buildings! The development he bought for 2.1 billion yuan!

He had almost completely forgotten about it.

"Sister Lan!" He sat up straight, his voice rising a half-octave. "I remember, I remember, of course I remember."

Zhou Lan gave a cold laugh on the other end of the phone.

"Boss, you finally remembered me. I've had these three buildings for over half a year, and you haven't shown your face even once. You haven't come to check on me, haven't even asked how I am. Aren't you afraid I'll run off with tens of millions?"

Li Yichen rubbed his nose and chuckled dryly.

"Well... I've been pretty busy lately..."

"Busy?" Zhou Lan snorted. "Boss, you're so busy you've forgotten about the 320 houses under your name. I'm impressed."

Despite her complaints, Zhou Lan still reported the important matter—all 320 apartments were fully rented out in the second month. The accumulated rent in the account exceeded 12 million yuan. Not a penny was touched; it was all saved.

After hearing this, Li Yichen felt relieved.

This woman is reliable.

He was about to say something polite like "Thank you for your hard work" when Zhou Lan changed the subject.

"Boss, I have a question for you—is that Future Technology company in Shanghai yours?"

Li Yichen did not deny it.

The person on the other end of the phone gasped.

"No wonder...no wonder you haven't been here for over half a year. So you went and started such a big company." Zhou Lan's voice trembled. "I saw in the news before that I thought, the boss of this Future Technology shares the same name as my boss..."

Li Yichen chuckled, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Future Technology's business is expanding rapidly. The fixed assets and property sector has lacked a dedicated manager. Zhou Lan has managed the three buildings exceptionally well over the past six months, proving her competence and loyalty.

"Sister Lan."

"Um?"

"Would you like to work at Future Technology?"

There was silence for four or five seconds on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Lan's breathing became heavy, and she cautiously asked, "Boss... can I really go? That's... a company everyone wants to work for."

"Bring your men to headquarters tomorrow." Li Yichen leaned back in his chair. "I'm opening a separate property asset management department within the company, specifically responsible for the three buildings in Lanting Yayuan, as well as any new properties acquired in the future. You'll be in charge."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhou Lan said "okay" three times before hanging up.

The call had just ended, and before Li Yichen could even put his phone in his pocket, a violent "sizzle" of water cutting through water suddenly came from about ten meters to his right.

Then came the sound of water splashing.

A middle-aged man growled in a low voice, "They're here! They're here! The big one!"

Li Yichen turned his head and saw that the fisherman's rod was bent into a full bow, the fishing line cutting through the water and splashing water high into the air.

After nearly five minutes of searching, a large, silvery-white mandarin fish was caught in the net.

Meter-sized. At least seven or eight kilograms.

The fish's body shimmered silver in the sunlight, its tail slapped against the landing net, its scales were intact, and its body was as beautiful as a model.

Li Yichen stared at the fish.

Then I looked at my empty fish basket.

The image of Miaomiao with her hands on her hips and a disgusted look on her face flashed through my mind—"Brother, you're going home empty-handed again? Do your hands smell? The fish ran away as soon as they smelled them!"

No.

We absolutely cannot go back to the Air Force.

He took out the box of Da Zhong Jiu cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one, and walked behind the man.

"Hey bro, wanna have one?"

The fisherman took the cigarette and glanced at it—it was a Da Zhong Jiu (a type of Chinese cigarette). He raised an eyebrow, then happily lit it.

The two exchanged a few words. Li Yichen got straight to the point.

"Brother, are you selling this fish? I'll buy it."

The older brother was an honest man. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "Why would I sell it? Take it if you like it."

Li Yichen insisted on transferring the money. He took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and swiped his finger—five thousand.

The moment the notification sound came on, the older brother's face changed.

"Young man, you've given me too much! A fish isn't worth that much!"

Li Yichen waved his hand, stuffed the fish into the fish basket, picked up his things, and left.

The older brother chased after him for a couple of steps but couldn't catch up. He stood by the riverbank, clutching his phone, looking utterly shocked, as if to say, "I've met a real scoundrel today."

Back at Tomson Riviera villa.

Li Yichen carried the fishing rod and equipment in one hand and the fish basket in the other, deliberately holding the big mandarin fish a little higher as he entered the room.

Sure enough—Miaomiao, who was watching cartoons on the sofa, was the first to notice.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she jumped off the sofa, circling him three times.

"Wow! Brother Li is amazing! Such a big fish! We're having fish tonight! Yay!"

Li Yichen's face flushed slightly from the praise, and he chuckled awkwardly.

Zhou Dahai poked his head out of the kitchen and immediately spotted the upturned beak. He took it, examined it twice, and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Wow, a genuine wild bigmouth bass. Judging by its size and scales, the meat must be firm. Boss, tonight I'll steam half and braise the other half. I guarantee it'll be so delicious you'll want to swallow your tongue."

Li Yichen nodded and hurriedly left the kitchen, feeling guilty.

He was terrified that Zhou Dahai would ask him one more question, such as "Which fishing spot were you at?" or "What bait did you use?"—that would completely expose him.

dinner.

A group of people sat around the table. The steamed mandarin duck was tender and flavorful, while the braised half was crispy on the outside and smooth on the inside, with a rich soy sauce aroma.

Miao Miao, her cheeks bulging from eating, gave Li Yichen a thumbs-up, her words slightly muffled: "Brother Li, you have to catch such a big fish every time!"

Li Nian smiled and agreed.

Ji Yanran picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth without making a sound.

She wondered to herself—the boss had been shorting fish for so long, could it be that he bought this fish on a whim to save face?

When Miao Miao praised "Brother Li is so amazing" for the third time, Ji Yanran put down her chopsticks and slowly opened her mouth.

"Boss, how long have you been fishing for this fish?"

Li Yichen paused for a moment as he picked up the fish with his chopsticks.

He looked up and met Ji Yanran's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't.

A chill ran down my back.

Fortunately, Miao Miao came to his rescue—the little girl held up a fish bone and called to Uncle Zhou to serve another bowl of soup, successfully diverting everyone's attention.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Yichen winked at Ji Yanran.

The meaning is clear—shut up, and I'll give you a raise later.

Ji Yanran lowered her eyelashes, and the curve of her lips widened by 0.5 millimeters.

He lowered his head and continued eating.

Li Yichen felt extremely uncomfortable during the meal. The secret that "the Air Force officer bought fish to save face" hung over his head, ready to be exposed at any moment.

He secretly vowed—next time he would either actually catch one, or he shouldn't come back.

After the meal.

Miao Miao carried a small stool to Li Yichen's side, propped her chin up with her hands, and looked up at him with her big, round eyes.

"Brother Li, can you take me fishing next time? I want to see you catch a big fish!"

Li Yichen's hand holding the teacup froze for half a second.

Should I take you there?

Then you're going to have to watch your brother sit by the river for three hours without getting a single bite?

He coughed lightly: "Let's talk about it later, when it gets cooler—"

"But it's cool now, isn't it?" Miao Miao tilted her head.

As Ji Yanran walked out of the restaurant with a water glass in her hand, she casually tossed out a comment behind the sofa.

"Yeah, boss, why don't you take Miaomiao to have a look? Fishing is all about the experience, it's not about catching anything."

The phrase "must be fished up" was pronounced with exceptional clarity.

Li Yichen turned and glared at her.

Ji Yanran had already gone upstairs in her slippers, her back light and quick, without even turning back.

Miaomiao was still tugging at his sleeve, saying, "Brother, take me with you—"

Li Yichen looked down at the expectant little face and thought about his glorious record of eight consecutive Air Force missions.

My tooth roots are itchy.

He patted Miaomiao's head and forced a smile.

"Okay, I'll take you next time."

The moment the words left his mouth, he was already thinking to himself—should he reserve a fish from that guy before his next fishing trip?