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

Before the echo of Ji Yanran's cold snort had even faded, she had already taken a storage box from a cabinet in the corner of the office.

The black velvet lining contained a dozen or so neatly stacked sets of brand-new car keys, with a stack of corresponding vehicle information booklets next to them.

She pushed the box in front of Li Yichen and tapped the edge of the box twice with her fingers.

"During your month-long seclusion, the various partner car companies successively sent over sixteen cars. They said they wanted to invite Mr. Li to test drive and experience them."

His tone returned to a professional calm, as if the cold snort from before had come from someone else.

Li Yichen glanced at the pile of keys, his eyebrows twitching. "Sixteen cars?"

"Dawei, Xiaomi, BYD, Great Wall, NIO, XPeng... basically, all the car companies that had deep cooperation with us in batteries and chips have fallen out of business." Ji Yanran flipped open the top booklet and pushed it over. "They're all parked in their designated parking spaces on the second basement level, and the license plates are all in place."

Li Yichen casually flipped through two pages. Sedans, SUVs, rugged off-road vehicles, new energy sports cars—the categories were complete, and the configurations were all top-of-the-line.

He piled the document booklets on the table, grabbed the whole box of keys, and stood up.

"I'll go down and take a look."

Ji Yanran sat there without moving, her voice drifting from behind her, indifferent: "Don't treat the basement like a car dealership all day."

Li Yichen didn't even turn his head, waved his hand, and slipped into the elevator.

The second basement level was brightly lit, with sixteen brand-new cars lined up in a row, their paint reflecting the light under the tubes, like a miniature car show.

Li Yichen tucked the key box under his arm and slowly walked along the convoy.

David's coupe, with its streamlined body and low profile, is suitable for young people. I glanced at it twice and then walked away.

The SUV, made by DaMi, is packed with technology; its center console screen is even bigger than a TV. It's nice, but not my cup of tea.

BYD's flagship model exudes a composed and sophisticated aura, perfectly suited for business use. (Skip this.)

One after another, I glanced at them for two or three seconds before looking away.

When I reached the eleventh vehicle, my feet stopped in my tracks.

A rugged off-road vehicle, entirely pearl white.

Its square and rugged body lines look as if they were sculpted with a knife, with wide wheels and tough off-road tires, and the horizontal grille on the front exudes an unreasonable domineering aura. When the car is parked there, its presence overshadows the combined presence of the fifteen cars around it.

Li Yichen walked around it once. His fingers slid across the rear of the car, his fingertips touching the raised letters on the nameplate.

Tank 700.

The corners of her mouth curved upwards uncontrollably.

He rummaged through the key box, pulled out the corresponding key, and pressed the unlock button. The headlights flashed twice, and the sound of the latch popping open was particularly crisp in the empty underground parking garage.

Open the driver's side door and get in.

The seats are spacious and offer better support than I expected. The leather steering wheel feels substantial, and the UI design of the central control screen is understated yet sophisticated—luxurious without being ostentatious, which is exactly the style he prefers.

He adjusted the seat, placed his hands on the steering wheel, and the moment his palms touched the steering wheel, he leaned back in the seat, and the smile on his lips became impossible to suppress.

"That's it."

The watch lit up. Ling'er peeked out, tilting her head, her two pixelated eyes filled with curiosity.

"Brother, you chose this one out of sixteen? Why?"

Li Yichen said confidently, "It looks good."

Ling'er waited for two seconds, but found that he didn't say anything more.

"this one?"

"What man doesn't like this big toy?" He patted the steering wheel, started the engine with a single button, and the deep hum of the V6 engine came from the cabin, making the seats tremble slightly.

Ling'er pulled her watch back, muttered "Sure enough, straight men have such good taste," and the watch face went dark.

Shortly after 2 p.m., the white Tank 700 drove out of the underground parking garage of the Future Technology Building.

With its high ground clearance, excellent visibility, and readily available power, this car is completely different from the composed and understated style of the U8. It has a wild streak in its bones, and when you step on the gas, it's like it's saying, "Make way, make way, I'm coming!"

Li Yichen felt more and more comfortable driving. The whole way, he rested his right hand on the edge of the car window and held the steering wheel with one hand on the left, his lips never twitching.

As the car turned onto the expressway leading to Tomson Riviera, he freed his right hand to take out his phone and pulled out a name from his contacts—Old Wei.

The head of Great Wall Motors.

I sent him a short message: "Old Wei, I really like the Tank 700, thanks."

Less than a minute after I sent it, the phone rang back.

"Mr. Li!" Old Wei's voice boomed from the microphone, as if he'd won the lottery. "I'm so glad you like it! I knew this car would suit your taste! When we were choosing a car, I told my staff that someone like Mr. Li would definitely not be interested in those soft, muscular cars..."

Li Yichen interrupted him with a laugh: "Alright, alright, stop bragging, the car is indeed quite nice."

"Hehe, if you like it, I'll send it to you as soon as new tank models come out!"

"One is enough; sending more would be a waste of your resources."

Just as Lao Wei was about to exchange pleasantries on the other end of the phone, Li Yichen abruptly changed the subject, speaking casually as if discussing the weather: "By the way, Lao Wei, next time Great Wall Motors is placing an order for Thor batteries, we can try to increase the volume."

The person on the other end of the phone took a deep breath.

There was a silence of about a second and a half—during which Li Yichen could almost hear Lao Wei's mind racing.

"That's great! That's great!" Old Wei's voice rose a half-tone. "Mr. Li, are you free lately? How about we get together for a meal and a chat?"

Li Yichen thought for two seconds. "I'm free tomorrow."

"Then I'll treat you tomorrow!" Old Wei's speech suddenly quickened. "I'll fly to Shanghai! I'll book the place! You don't need to worry about anything, just show up!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"I'll definitely be there! I'll definitely be there! Don't worry, Mr. Li, I guarantee everything will be arranged perfectly!"

We exchanged a few polite words and then hung up.

On the other end of the phone. Baoding, Great Wall Motors headquarters.

Old Wei sprang up from his office chair. He slammed his hands on the table, making the teacup lid bounce.

He yelled towards the door, "Xiao Zhou! Come in!"

Assistant Xiao Zhou had barely stepped inside when Lao Wei's instructions came raining down on him like a machine gun.

"First, book the earliest flight to Shanghai tomorrow."

"Secondly, once we arrive in Shanghai, find me a top-notch private chef near the Bund. It needs to be highly private and upscale; money is not an issue. I'm treating a very important guest to dinner tomorrow night."

Xiao Zhou pulled out his phone and quickly took notes. "Boss, what level?"

"What level?" Old Wei rubbed his hands together, his eyebrows raised. "Let me put it this way—one word from them can determine whether we get a quota of several million more batteries next year. You decide for yourself."

Xiao Zhou shuddered and turned to run outside.

Old Wei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the hazy skyline of Baoding outside, his face glowing with health.

Raytheon batteries. A highly sought-after commodity with global supply shortages. While other automakers are lining up to secure more supply, Li Yichen casually tossed out a "sign more" offer—this wasn't just about saving face with a car; it was about immense wealth.

He grabbed the suit jacket from the hanger, weighed it in his hand, and then put it back—it was too formal. Mr. Li was a very casual person, and dressing too formally would only make him seem deliberate.

I changed into a dark-colored polo shirt and patted the collar in front of the mirror.

Tomorrow, I need to make sure this meal is delicious.

A white Tank 700 was parked in front of the Tomson Riviera villa.

As soon as Li Yichen opened the car door, a pink cannonball was fired out of the yard.

Miao Miao's two short legs kicked quickly, her slippers making a series of crisp sounds on the stone pavement. She rushed up to him, hugged his leg, and looked up at him—then her gaze was drawn to the big white car behind them.

The little head tilted. "Brother, you changed your car? It's huge! Like a tank!"

Li Yichen chuckled. "It's called a tank."

Miao Miao's eyes lit up, her dark, grape-like pupils widening to their maximum size: "Can it fire projectiles?!"

"No," Li Yichen said seriously, "but I can run over all the speed bumps on the road without my butt bouncing."

"Wow, that's amazing!" Miao Miao's excitement always came from places he never expected. The little girl let go of his leg, circled half a circle around the Tank 700, and tried to reach the door handle on tiptoe, but she was far from it.

Li Yichen picked her up, carried her on his shoulder, and walked into the house.

dinner.

Zhou Dahai prepared four dishes and a soup: braised pork ribs, stir-fried shrimp, garlic broccoli, a plate of sweet and sour pork, and a pot of lotus root and pork bone soup.

Li Yichen was in a very good mood while eating.

Li Niannian sat beside him, observed him for half a minute, and whispered, "Brother Li, did something happy happen today?"

"I just got a new car, and it's going really well."

Ji Yanran sat opposite her, a piece of pork rib between her chopsticks, without looking up, and said casually, "It's just a car, why are you so excited?"

His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Miaomiao was shoveling rice into her mouth, not yet having swallowed all the grains, when she tilted her head and delivered a perfectly timed finishing blow—

"Sister Yanran, are you still angry with your brother?"

The sound of chopsticks touching bowls paused for two seconds on the dining table.

Ji Yanran's ear tips flushed a very faint pink. She lowered her head and suddenly ate her rice more than twice as fast.

Li Yichen cleared his throat and quickly steered the conversation away from the topic: "By the way, I have a dinner party tomorrow night, I have to go out."

Li Niannian looked up at him.

"It won't be too late," he added. "I promise I'll be home before ten."

With a rib in her mouth, Miaomiao mumbled, "Shall we pinky swear?"

"...No need, really no need this time."

Ji Yanran never looked up. She put the piece of pork rib in her bowl three times with her chopsticks, but didn't take a single bite.

Li Yichen caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

His lips twitched, but he didn't utter a sound.

As I lowered my head to drink the soup, the sensation of that slap from last night inexplicably popped into my mind again.

My palms are slightly warm.

He picked up the soup bowl and took a big gulp.