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

The Rolls-Royce drove all the way from the space center back to Tomson Riviera, and Ji Yanran slept in the back seat the whole way.

Chu Feng parked the car steadily in the underground garage, pulled the handbrake, and turned around to whisper, "We're here."

Ji Yanran was jolted awake by the sudden stop of the car. She rubbed her eyes, opened the door, and got out. Li Yichen followed her out, stretched, and cracked his knuckles twice.

He walked around to the back of the car and patted Chu Feng, who was about to park.

"Chu Feng".

Chu Feng turned around, his hand still resting on the car door.

"We're on holiday starting today. We'll come back to work after the Lantern Festival."

Chu Feng's hand paused on the car door handle, and he blinked twice.

"Boss, what are your travel plans during this period—"

"I'll drive myself." Li Yichen waved his hand. "Go back and rest well, spend time with your family."

Chu Feng stood up straight and grinned.

"Then I wish the boss and General Manager Ji a happy new year and all the best."

"Alright, alright, stop with the fancy lines." Li Yichen walked towards the elevator. "Let's go back now."

Chu Feng watched the two enter the elevator before turning and walking towards the entrance of the residential complex. His steps were light, and the night wind was chilling on his face, but his heart was warm.

As Li Yichen stepped out of the villa area, he spoke into his watch.

"Ling'er, give Chu Feng a year-end bonus of 100,000 yuan from the company account. Settle his salary for this month as well."

Ling'er's voice popped out from the watch: "Done in three seconds, account already transferred."

Just then, Chu Feng stopped by the roadside and took out his phone to call a taxi. The screen lit up, and a notification popped up that the payment had been received.

160,000.

He stared at the string of numbers for five or six seconds, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards.

The ride-hailing car arrived, he opened the back door, sat down, leaned back in the seat, and held his phone in his hand.

What was he doing a year ago?

I shoot short videos until 3 a.m., only to get a few hundred views. I drive like a chauffeur until my legs are sore, barely making a little over 10,000 yuan a month. My mortgage is 7,000 to 8,000 yuan a month, and after paying it off, my wife and kids have to live frugally.

That night, after receiving the chauffeur order, he was about to leave after finishing the drive.

Li Yichen simply said, "Work with me."

Three words.

My current monthly salary is 60,000 yuan, with full social insurance and housing fund benefits, plus a 17th-month salary. If I get another bonus at the end of the year, it will be enough to pay off my mortgage in one go.

Chu Feng leaned against the car window, watching the neon lights outside flash by one by one.

The best thing I ever did in my life was nodding that night.

The living room of the villa.

The heating was on full blast, and you were enveloped in warmth as soon as you entered the room.

Li Yichen kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the sofa. Ji Yanran changed into slippers in the entryway, her movements slow and deliberate.

He turned his head to look at her.

"Yanran, are you going home for the New Year tomorrow?"

"Hmm." Ji Yanran straightened her high heels and casually grabbed a pair of slippers to put on. After taking a couple of steps, she added, "My dad has been urging me three times already. If I don't go back soon, he might come all the way to Shanghai."

Li Yichen chuckled. He had met Ji Yanran's father before—a retired soldier in his fifties with a temper as fiery as a firecracker.

"Call Lin Muqing and the others over."

Ji Yanran responded and took out her phone to send a message.

Two minutes later, Lin Muqing led seven people into the living room.

The eight girls stood there, all lined up like a row of javelins. Uniform black hoodies, uniform ponytails, and uniformly sharp eyes. If it weren't for their distinct appearances, outsiders would have mistaken them for octuplets.

Li Yichen sat up straight on the sofa and looked around.

"Do you want to go home for the Chinese New Year?"

The eight people exchanged glances.

Lin Muqing spoke first, her voice crisp and clear: "The employer's safety is paramount."

The other seven nodded in unison.

Li Yichen waved his hand: "Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense. You have to go home for the New Year; your family is looking forward to it too."

He braced himself on his knees with both hands and leaned forward.

"Here's the arrangement—a twenty-day holiday. You can split into two groups. Four of you will stay and go back to Yanran's hometown with her. After ten days, the other four will take over. You can decide how to divide it up yourselves; I won't interfere."

The eight people exchanged a few words and finalized the agreement in less than two minutes. Lin Muqing took three people to stay behind and go with Ji Yanran, while the other four packed their things tonight and went home tomorrow.

"Ling'er".

"exist."

"The salaries and year-end bonuses of all eight people were paid together. 180,000 yuan per person."

"Done."

The eight girls controlled their expressions perfectly, but Li Yichen still caught a glimpse of the short girl on the far side twitching her lips.

"Alright, that's enough, everyone disperse." He waved his hand. "Time to get ready."

The eight people turned and left the living room.

Li Yichen turned his head again and called out towards the kitchen.

"Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Dahai was wiping the stove inside when he heard the noise and poked half his head out, still clutching a rag in his hand.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Let's go back home for the New Year tomorrow."

Zhou Dahai draped a rag over his apron and came out, looking troubled.

"That won't do. No one's cooking here. What are we going to eat on New Year's Eve? Order takeout? That would be so improper."

"Uncle Zhou, you're over sixty." Li Yichen stood up from the sofa and walked over to him. "Is your grandson four years old? Is he waiting for Grandpa to go back and set off fireworks?"

Zhou Dahai opened his mouth slightly, then choked.

"But--"

"It's settled then." Li Yichen put his hand on his shoulder, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

Zhou Dahai argued back and forth twice, but found he couldn't win against the young boss, so he sighed.

"Then I'll be back on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. The sixth day, I can't be any later."

Li Yichen had no choice but to nod.

"Okay, the sixth day it is. Be careful on the road, I'll have Ling'er book your train ticket."

"No need, no need, I'll buy it myself." Zhou Dahai grabbed the dishcloth again, muttering as he walked towards the kitchen, "Then I'll cook a few more dishes tonight to prepare for you..."

Li Yichen turned around and looked towards the sofa.

Miao Miao was curled up in the corner of the sofa, her legs bent, a tablet on her lap, watching some cartoon, laughing and showing her two rows of tiny teeth.

Li Niannian sat next to her, holding a cup of hot milk in her hands. She didn't drink it, but just held it to warm her hands.

"Nian Nian".

Li Niannian raised her head.

"Do you and Miaomiao want to go back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year?"

He regretted asking those questions the moment they left his mouth.

Li Niannian quietly shook her head.

"Miaomiao and I won't be going back."

The voice was very soft. There was no further explanation.

Li Yichen knew.

Their parents are both gone. Their grandparents passed away a couple of years ago. The house in their hometown is empty; going back would just mean facing four cold walls.

He hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

"Then let's spend this year together."

Li Niannian looked up at him.

The light shone on her face, making her eyes beneath her eyelashes brighten. A small smile curved her lips; she didn't speak, but that expression spoke volumes.

Miao Miao suddenly peeked her head out from behind the tablet.

"Brother! Will there be lots of delicious food and lots of lucky money for Chinese New Year?"

"Yes." Li Yichen walked over and flicked her forehead. "Plenty."

Miao Miao kicked her feet on the sofa, overjoyed.

7:30 p.m.

Zhou Dahai carried the last plate of garlic vermicelli shrimp out of the kitchen and placed it on the table.

The dining table is almost overflowing.

The braised pork belly is rich and glossy, with a perfect balance of lean and fat. The steamed sea bass is covered with scallions and still steaming. The sweet and sour pork ribs are piled high, their outer shells glistening with a caramelized color. The dry-pot cauliflower is fragrant and crispy, and the shrimp are springy and translucent.

Twelve plates, completely full.

Miao Miao lay on the edge of the table, her chin resting on her arm, her eyes darting around, unsure of which to look at first.

"Grandpa Zhou made so much today! It's even more lavish than during Chinese New Year!"

Zhou Dahai untied his apron, folded it neatly, and placed it on the back of the chair, his face crinkling with laughter.

"You're leaving tomorrow, so I'll prepare extra for you tonight. I also have a pot of pork rib soup in the fridge; we can just heat it up and drink it tomorrow."

"Uncle Zhou, please sit down and eat with us." Li Yichen pulled out a chair.

"No, no, I'll go to the kitchen and make another one—"

"sit."

Zhou Dahai was pushed into a chair.

Ji Yanran sat to Li Yichen's right, holding a bowl, and used her chopsticks to put a piece of pork rib into Miaomiao's bowl.

With her mouth stuffed with braised pork, Miao Miao's cheeks bulged out like a hamster's, and she mumbled, "Thank you, Sister Yanran."

Li Niannian handed her a tissue and helped her wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth.

Li Yichen picked up a piece of sea bass belly and put it in his mouth; the fish was so tender it melted in his mouth. He glanced at Zhou Dahai—the old man was putting two chopsticks of vegetables into his bowl, muttering, "I've made too much, too much. I'll make you some dumplings to freeze before I leave tomorrow."

I glanced at Miao Miao across from me—the little girl had already started attacking the sweet and sour pork ribs, gnawing on one rib in each hand.

Then look at Ji Yanran next to her—her chopsticks are resting on the rim of her bowl, and she is looking down at a WeChat message, probably from her dad urging her to hurry up with her schedule again.

The cold wind outside the window was blowing at the end of January.

Inside the window, the steam from the food filled the air, along with the clatter of bowls and chopsticks and Miaomiao's cheerful laughter.

Ji Yanran put down her phone, picked up a slice of lotus root, chewed it, and suddenly said something.

"Boss, you're not going out for the Lunar New Year? You're just staying home?"

Li Yichen was gnawing on a rib and mumbled a reply.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just staying home and lying down."

Ji Yanran glanced at him.

"Who would believe that the richest man in Daxia stayed at home during the Spring Festival?"

"Whether others believe it or not is none of your business." Li Yichen threw the bone into the plate, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "I rarely get a few days of peace and quiet, so don't bother me."

Miao Miao suddenly came over holding up a spare rib.

"Brother! Will you come with me to set off fireworks?"

"it is good."

"And there are Spring Festival couplets!"

"it is good."

"And they'll make dumplings!"

"You should ask your sister Niannian for help; the dumplings I made look more like wontons."

Li Niannian burst out laughing, then quickly lowered her head to drink her soup to cover it up.

Ji Yanran looked at the people at the table and stirred her chopsticks in her bowl.

The steam from the food rose up, fogging her glasses. She took them off, wiped them, and put them back on, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.

Li Yichen finished the last bite of rice, leaned back in his chair, and placed his hands on his stomach.

Miao Miao held up a piece of shrimp to his mouth.

"Brother, have one more!"

He opened his mouth and took it.