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

Xue Shanshan herself didn't know how long she had been sitting in the car.

It wasn't until her phone vibrated for a while, and the group message notifications sounded like a death knell, that she finally lifted her head from the back of her seat.

Take a deep breath. Exhale. Take another deep breath.

Useless.

Her grip on the steering wheel loosened and tightened again, her nails digging into her palms. Only one thing kept replaying in her mind—Li Yichen was the boss. The boss who stood on the stage, with 50,000 people shouting at him from below.

It's that boss who casually throws away 10 billion yuan at his annual meeting.

It was that man... who had a simple dinner with her in her rented apartment and then kissed her.

Xue Shanshan buried her face in the steering wheel, her forehead hitting it, and muttered a curse in frustration.

The next morning.

Li Yichen went straight to the 66th floor of the company building.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a silver-gray robotic arm began to operate methodically in the cleanroom. Welding, assembly, and testing—the three lines proceeded simultaneously, their rhythm as steady as a metronome.

He stood by the production line for two minutes, his hands in his pockets.

The watch glowed slightly, projecting Ling'er's data panel.

"Brother, fifty-three energy shields have been completed. At the current rate, we'll deliver one hundred within seven days. One hundred and seven Terminators have been completed, leaving three hundred and ninety-three remaining, which will take another twenty-eight to thirty days."

"Hmm." Li Yichen glanced around the finished product area at the end of the production line. Several dark black battle suits were neatly arranged, their matte coating swallowing up all reflections.

He turned and walked toward the elevator.

"What about the sixty-third floor?"

"The daily production of brain-computer interface chips is stable at 5,300 units, with a yield rate of 99.7%."

"OK."

The elevator doors closed, and the number jumped to sixty.

He had originally planned to go to Ji Yanran's place today to have some documents signed. But when the elevator stopped on the sixtieth floor, he changed his mind and pressed the button for the basement.

"Let's go to Future Aerospace Group," he said to Ling'er.

"Okay, bro."

At the same time.

Company lobby.

Xue Shanshan stood at the elevator entrance, clutching a printed resignation letter in her hand.

There was also a brown paper bag tucked in the side, containing the property ownership certificate and vehicle registration certificate.

She wore a plain-colored coat, her hair was neatly tied up, and she wore minimal makeup. She looked extremely calm.

But only she knew that her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest.

She stood at the elevator entrance for three minutes before raising her hand to press the up button.

Sixtieth floor. President's office.

She didn't go to Ji Yanran, nor did she go to Li Yichen.

She was looking for Feng Yue.

At the end of the corridor, the sign for "President's Office Secretary's Room" hung quietly. Xue Shanshan stood in front of the door for two seconds, then raised her hand and knocked three times.

"Please come in."

Pushing open the door, I saw Feng Yue sitting behind her desk, working on her computer. She looked up and paused slightly when she saw me.

"Xue Shanshan?"

"Sister Fengyue, I'm sorry to bother you."

Xue Shanshan walked to the table but didn't sit down.

She gently placed the resignation letter on the table and put the brown paper bag next to it.

Feng Yue's gaze fell on the paper.

The words "Resignation Application" were printed neatly and legibly.

The smile on her face froze.

"Are you leaving?"

"Hmm." Xue Shanshan twisted the hem of her coat with her fingers, her voice was quite flat, but there was a slight lisp at the end. "Personal reasons. It has nothing to do with the company. The company is great, the colleagues are great, and the benefits are excellent."

She paused for a moment and pushed the brown paper bag forward.

"Return these as well."

Feng Yue didn't touch the paper bag.

I didn't touch the resignation letter.

She leaned back in her chair, placed her hands on her stomach, and quietly looked at Xue Shanshan for several seconds.

"sit."

Xue Shanshan hesitated for a moment.

Feng Yue repeated, "Sit down and talk."

She pulled out a chair and sat down.

Feng Yue got up, poured a cup of hot water from the tea cabinet, walked over and placed it beside her, then carried the cup back to her seat. She took a sip and spoke.

"Let me guess—you found out who the boss is and you sensed something was wrong?"

Xue Shan lowered her head, her fingers gripping the cup tightly, her fingertips turning white.

He neither nodded nor shook his head.

But the silence itself is the answer.

Feng Yue sighed.

"Xue Shanshan, there's something you might not know." She put the cup back on the table, her voice softening slightly. "Do you know how I got into this company?"

Xue Shan looked up at her.

Feng Yue smiled, a smile tinged with self-mockery.

"I submitted my resume for half a month, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea; nobody responded. Then one early morning, I suddenly received a call. It was the boss of Future Technology calling me personally around 1 a.m.

Xue Shanshan was stunned.

"Guess why he contacted me?" Feng Yue shrugged. "To donate blood."

"...Donate blood?"

"Yes. Four hundred milliliters. Rh-negative, type O. Your blood type." Feng Yue met her eyes and spoke clearly, word by word, "He went through the back office late at night and found my resume. The only reason—my resume had my blood type filled in, exactly the same as yours."

Xue Shanshan's pupils dilated.

Feng Yue continued speaking, her pace slow but each sentence solid.

"That night, your spleen ruptured on the operating table, and the blood bank was running low. There wasn't a single person in the entire city who could donate your blood type on the spot. He sat in the hospital corridor all night—from the moment you were taken into the operating room until you came out and were wheeled into your ward."

"He called me at one in the morning, and I arrived in thirteen minutes. He drew four hundred milliliters of blood. When the nurse was carrying the bag of blood to the operating room, her shoes slipped on the floor tiles and she almost fell."

Xue Shanshan's lips began to tremble.

"Later he gave me 100,000 yuan. It was for buying blood." Feng Yue shrugged. "Then he told me to report to the company the day after tomorrow."

She paused for a moment.

"Xue Shanshan, I joined this company for only one reason from beginning to end—to be your backup blood bank."

The hot water in the cup was steaming with thin white vapor.

Xue Shanshan gripped the cup tightly, her knuckles turning red. Tears welled up in her eyes before falling with a soft thud, landing on the back of her hand.

"He... he never mentioned any of this to me." Her voice was terribly hoarse.

"Would someone like him say that?" Feng Yue smirked. "That night you almost died, and he searched the whole city for someone to give you a blood transfusion, sitting in the corridor until dawn. When you woke up the next day and asked him what happened, he casually said, 'Ruptured spleen, had surgery, everything's fine.' Like he was saying the cafeteria added a new dish today."

Xue Shan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed. She sniffed hard, her voice muffled.

Why didn't he say anything...?

"Because he feels there's nothing to say." Feng Yue took out a pack of tissues from the drawer and handed it over. "How many people like this have you met? He does ten times more than he talks, but if you ask him, he can sum up ten things in one word—'Hmm.'"

Xue Shanshan took the tissue and wiped her face haphazardly.

The room remained quiet for a while.

The air conditioner vents hummed, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, cutting into a thin line.

Feng Yue waited until she calmed down a bit before speaking.

Her voice was softer than before, carrying a frankness bordering on vulnerability.

"There's something else, and I'll tell you the truth."

Xue Shanshan looked up, her nose tip red.

Feng Yue met her gaze and did not look away.

"I like him too."

Xue Shanshan froze.

"I know there's more than one person in his life." Feng Yue smiled, a smile that carried many emotions—carefree, self-deprecating, and a little bit of resentment. "I also know I probably don't even rank in his heart. But you can't control these things; a clear mind is useless when your heart won't obey."

She placed her hands on the table, speaking as if she were discussing what to have for lunch.

"But I know what I'm doing. I'm just your mobile blood bank, plus a reasonably competent secretary. That's all."

Xue Shanshan stared at her for several seconds, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

Feng Yue pushed the resignation letter back to Xue Shanshan with two fingers.

"Don't be impulsive. What you're worried about is that he has many women around him, and you're afraid you'll just be one of them."

Xue Shanshan did not deny it.

"But think about it another way." Feng Yue tilted her head. "Do you think a woman can hold onto someone of his caliber? It's unrealistic. Instead of getting stuck on this, you should think about something else—how does he really feel for you?"

She counted on her fingers.

"The night you had the accident, he searched the whole city for rare blood types and sat in the corridor all night. On the day you were discharged from the hospital, he came to pick you up in person, carried you to your wheelchair, and pushed you into the restaurant. In the middle of the night, you said you were cold because of a power outage, and without saying a word, he drove over to fix the electrical box and even cooked for you."

"How do you know these things?" Xue Shanshan was stunned when she heard Feng Yue's words.

"Uh, how I know is none of your business." Feng Yue quickly brushed it off, after all, she had only heard these things from Ji Yanran on a regular basis.

Xue Shanshan buried her face in a tissue, her shoulders shaking.

"You think this is 'one of them'?" Feng Yue shook her head. "Xue Shanshan, he treats you differently. I can tell."

Xue Shan crumpled up the tissues one by one, clutched them in her hand, and took several deep breaths.

A long time passed.

She reached out and picked up the resignation letter.

She folded the paper in half.

Fold it in half again.

Then—it was torn up.

Two halves. Four halves.

The scraps of paper fell quietly into the nearby trash can.

Feng Yue's lips curved into a smile.

"Have you figured it out?"

Xue Shanshan dabbed at the corner of her eye with a tissue. Her voice was still nasal, but her tone had calmed down.

"Thank you, Sister Feng Yue."

"Why call me 'sister'? It makes me sound old." Feng Yue pouted. "Call me by my name."

"...Sealing the Moon".

"Eh."

Xue Shanshan put the brown paper bag back into her bag and stood up. When she reached the door, she paused, her hand on the doorknob, and turned back.

"That house and car...were they really random? Or was he behind it?"

"Absolutely random." Feng Yue leaned back in her chair, her face full of confidence. "Ling'er wrote the lottery program, and the boss himself said that no tampering was allowed. Your luck is a gift from God, it has nothing to do with him. Take it, and you'll feel at ease."

Xue Shanshan nodded.

"Sealing the Moon".

"Um?"

"From now on... shall we be friends?"

Feng Yue was stunned for a moment.

Then she smiled, and the curve of her eyes looked much more natural than before.

"Calculate."

Xue Shan smiled too. Her eyes were still red, and the tip of her nose was still red, but the smile was genuine.

She opened the door and went out.

The footsteps in the corridor were softer than when they came in.

Feng Yue sat in her office chair, watching the door close, and stood there for two seconds, stunned.

Then she opened the drawer, pulled out a box of throat lozenges from the bottom, peeled one off and popped it into her mouth.

"Emotional counselor Feng Yue, providing services free of charge." She muttered to herself in the empty office, pressing a candy to her cheek with her tongue, "She didn't even receive a consultation fee."

The phone rang.

Ji Yanran's message: There's a meeting at 3 PM. Have you finalized the brain-computer interface chip channel plan?

Feng Yue bit the candy into pieces and started typing away on the keyboard.

Downstairs lobby.

Xue Shanshan stepped out of the elevator, passed through the revolving door, and stood in the cold December wind.

The sunlight hit her face, making her squint.

She stood there for a few seconds, adjusted her bag strap over her shoulder, and walked towards the parking lot.

She decided to come to work tomorrow.