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

When Li Yichen pushed open the villa door, a delicious aroma of food wafted out.

The entryway light was on, and three dishes and a soup were laid out on the dining table in the living room: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, stir-fried romaine lettuce, and a pot of seaweed and egg drop soup.

It wasn't particularly exquisite, but it was piping hot.

Li Niannian poked half her body out of the kitchen, her apron still tied, her face showing a hint of trepidation.

"You're back? Dinner's ready, have a taste... My cooking isn't as good as Uncle Zhou's, but it'll have to do with this."

Miao Miao was already sitting at the table, chopsticks in her hand, and called out to him, "Brother, come quick! Sister's scrambled eggs with tomatoes are so delicious! I sneaked a piece!"

Li Yichen was stunned for a moment.

He didn't say anything before leaving, and never expected to come back to a hot meal. He spent the whole afternoon moving New Year's goods, and his back was so sore he felt like it was going to break. But when he came in and smelled this aroma, he felt completely relaxed.

"Did you do this?"

Li Niannian nodded, wiped her hands on her apron twice, and then shrank back towards the kitchen, as if afraid he would find it distasteful.

Li Yichen washed his hands, sat down, and picked up a piece of green pepper and shredded pork with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

I chewed it twice.

The sliced ​​meat was tender and cooked to perfection. The chili peppers were cut evenly and had a glossy sheen without being greasy.

He nodded: "That's right, Niannian, you've really mastered Uncle Zhou's teachings."

Li Niannian's ears turned red. She lowered her head to serve him soup, saying "It's just so-so," but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

With her mouth full of rice, Miaomiao mumbled an extra detail: "My sister tried to cook it three times this afternoon before it was successful; the first two times it burned."

Li Niannian reached out and covered her mouth: "Miaomiao!"

The little girl pulled her hand away and continued to gush: "The first time, I even splashed oil on the back of my hand, and it got a blister—"

"Can you please shut up and eat?"

Li Yichen almost spat out the soup.

He put down the bowl and glanced at the back of Li Niannian's hand. Sure enough, there was a red dot the size of a grain of rice, which had already been treated with burn ointment.

"Be careful next time, don't set the oil temperature so high."

"Okay, I understand." Li Niannian lowered her head and ate her rice, her voice muffled, but her shoulders relaxed.

The three of them sat around the table and ate a simple but satisfying dinner.

After finishing her meal, Miao Miao pushed her bowl away and slumped onto the table, letting out a satisfied burp. Li Niannian cleared the dishes and headed to the kitchen. Li Yichen was about to offer his help when she stopped him.

"You should rest; you've been running all day."

He was indeed tired. He leaned back on the sofa, his legs stretched out, his heels resting on the edge of the coffee table.

Miao Miao was huddled at the other end watching cartoons, her eyelids already drooping, and the remote control in her hand was crooked and about to slip off.

It's quiet now.

This villa was so empty for the first time in over half a year. There was no sound of Uncle Zhou's spatula, no sound of Ji Yanran's high heels clicking in the hallway.

But it's not deserted.

The sound of running water filled the kitchen as Li Niannian washed the pots and pans. Some kind of childish cartoon was playing on the TV in the living room, with ridiculously exaggerated voice-over. Miaomiao had already slumped over, her little head resting on the sofa armrest, her mouth slightly open, fast asleep.

Li Yichen sat with a cup of hot water in his hand, preparing to take a break.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Caller ID: Mom.

He pressed the answer button.

A loud voice from the other end boomed through the receiver like thunder—

"Son! Are you coming home for Chinese New Year this year or not?! Your dad has asked me eight hundred times! If you don't give us a straight answer, neither of us will know how many people we'll be cooking for New Year's Eve dinner!"

Li Yichen reflexively moved his phone two centimeters away.

"Mom, keep your voice down, I'm going deaf."

"Stop interrupting me! Are you going back or not?"

"I'm not going back."

A "Huh?" came from the other end, the tone dropping sharply, the disappointment barely concealed.

Li Yichen quickly added the second half of his sentence: "But—why don't you and Dad come to Shanghai for the New Year? My house here is big enough for you."

There was a two-second silence on the phone.

His father's voice came through the background, full of energy: "Go to Shanghai? That's so far... Isn't it a hassle?"

His mother moved the phone a little further away and whispered to his father, but Li Yichen could hear her clearly—

"Go ahead, our son has already asked... Besides, we also want to see what his place is like... We've only seen the glass walls of that building on TV, we haven't seen it in person yet..."

"Alright then, I'll go."

His mother picked up the phone again, her tone changed, revealing an undisguised excitement: "Okay! Book the tickets for tomorrow morning and send them to me on WeChat! Don't book second class seats, your dad's legs aren't good, he can't stand sitting for long."

"Okay, Mom. First class, don't worry."

"And another thing! Do you have any blankets at home? Are there enough? You live alone—you don't even have a blanket, do you?"

"Mom, our bed is big enough for ten people to sleep in, and the blankets are big enough for twenty people to use."

"Really? You're kidding me."

"I'm not kidding you, you'll see when you get here."

"Okay, okay..." His mother kept nagging on the other end of the line, from "I'll bring you some cured meat from home" to "Is it cold where you are? Have you bought any long underwear?", and interspersed with "Don't always eat takeout when you're out."

Li Yichen responded with "uh-huh" and "yeah," unable to suppress the smile on his face.

After hanging up the phone, he tapped the screen a few times, booked a first-class ticket for tomorrow morning, and sent a screenshot.

Two seconds later, his mother replied: Received! I'm going to pack your dad's luggage!

Three exclamation marks.

Li Yichen put his phone on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and looked down at the ceiling.

For the past six months or so, he has been sending money home every month, starting with millions or tens of millions of yuan.

When he turned around for the first two times, his mother was so scared that she called him in the middle of the night, asking if he had done something illegal. Later, when she saw her own son's face on the news with the words "China's richest man" next to it, she was stunned for three days.

His father remained calm and simply said, "My son has been smart since he was a child."

The elderly couple now live in a villa in their hometown county town. They take trips and practice Tai Chi whenever they have free time, living a more comfortable life than retired cadres.

But this is my first time in Shanghai.

Li Yichen felt a surge of excitement when he thought about the scene of picking him up at the station tomorrow.

It's not nervousness.

It is expectation.

Li Niannian came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands clean on her apron, glanced at Miaomiao who was fast asleep on the sofa, bent down and picked her up. The little girl drowsily hugged her neck, mumbled something, and then sank back down.

"I carried her to bed," Li Niannian said softly.

"Okay, go ahead."

After Li Niannian took Miaomiao to bed, the living room became completely quiet.

Li Yichen sat for a while, then got up and went to the second-floor balcony.

The moment he pushed open the door, a blast of cold wind rushed in, making him shrink back. He grabbed a coat from the coat rack, put it on, and walked to the railing.

The night at the end of January was utterly dark. The lights of Lujiazui stretched out in the distance, but the stars overhead were barely visible. The moon hung in the east, not full, with a missing piece.

He stared at the crescent moon for a few seconds.

"Ling'er".

"Hey bro." The watch glowed slightly, and the voice came through close to his ear.

"How's it going on the moon?"

The holographic projection unfolded in front of the railing, the light dimmed to its lowest setting, so that only he could see it clearly.

The gray surface of the moon appeared before my eyes.

Real-time footage from 380,000 kilometers away.

More than four hundred silver-white Terminators were lined up in a row, transporting building materials. The 3D printers were fully deployed, swallowing up lunar soil and spitting it out as neat building slabs, stacked layer upon layer.

The blue indicator light of the cold fusion reactor flashed steadily in the darkness.

Just once. Just once.

Like a heart beating.

"Progress—the lunar base is 72% complete." Ling'er's voice switched to a reporting mode, without any trailing tone or coquettishness. "The main sealed chamber is complete, and the mining tunnel has been excavated to 460 meters. Based on the current efficiency, the base will be fully completed in three days. At that time, the Terminators will officially enter the rare earth vein mining phase."

Li Yichen stared at the group of tireless silver-white figures on the screen.

-173 degrees Celsius. No oxygen. No sunlight. Humans couldn't survive even ten seconds in that place.

But they don't care.

"The raw materials for vibranium..." he muttered to himself, his breath dissipating in the cold wind, "They'll be back in thirty days."

Ling'er's little figure squatted at the edge of the projection, her two legs swinging.

"Brother, once the vibranium is synthesized, your armor will truly be cosmic level. At that point, bullets and missiles won't be able to withstand it, and even asteroids colliding head-on with you will be deflected."

Li Yichen snorted through his nose.

"Alright, Ling'er, stop flattering me. Remember to remind me to pick you up at the high-speed rail station tomorrow."

"Your parents?"

"Um."

What time will you arrive?

11:07 AM.

"Received. Brother—" Ling'er paused for a moment, then the little figure stood up from the edge of the projection and winked at him.

"Happy New Year."

Li Yichen was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.