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

The U8's taillights left two red lines on the elevated road before disappearing into the night.

The next morning, Li Yichen finished his breakfast at the hotel, put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and dialed Liu Xiaoyu's number.

The phone rang twice; I answered it.

"Light rain."

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Her voice was still soft, with a groggy quality from just waking up.

"I have a big project to work on right now, it's financial stuff, so I probably won't be able to contact you for at least a month."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

"About finance?"

"right."

"I see."

Four words: clean and efficient. But before hanging up, she added—

Take care of yourself.

Li Yichen stared at the disconnected screen for two seconds before putting his phone in his pocket.

The cityscape outside the car window receded into the distance, and the sunlight slanted across the glass, cutting out a white line.

Xiao Yuqing found out last night during dinner—he was going to operate in seclusion for a month, cutting off all contact with the outside world. She didn't say anything at the time, just picked up her glass of red wine, took a sip, and didn't say anything more.

Li Yichen mentally filed this matter down.

The most important thing right now is today.

---

In the parking lot outside the east gate of Lanting Yayuan, Shen Ruolan stood in the shade of a sycamore tree, carrying a bag.

She was followed by five people.

Two girls sat on low stone stools, laptops on their laps, not yet turned on, just sitting there; two boys leaned against the railing, one looking at his phone, the other with his eyes closed; the last girl stood next to Shen Ruolan, carrying a large bag over one shoulder, the strap reddening her shoulder.

These six people represent the entirety of the team that Shen Ruolan was dismissed from when she was laid off at Rongxin.

Two data points, one for risk control, one for market monitoring, and one for trade execution—Shen Ruolan made a round of calls last night, but none of them showed up. The next morning, they were all there.

The boy leaning against the railing is named Chen Hao. He's in charge of trade execution and is the most talkative and also the one with the most questions in the group.

He shoved his phone into his pocket and turned to look at Shen Ruolan.

"Sister Lan, are we really going to take over this operation?"

Why didn't you answer?

"Well..." Chen Hao scratched the back of his head. "You said last night that the employer wanted to put 1.3 billion in, and leverage it twenty times. What if it collapses—"

"They've run into a mess, so they're taking 100 million and leaving."

Shen Ruolan spoke fairly.

Chen Hao's mouth remained open. The two girls sitting on the stone benches next to him looked up and exchanged glances.

One billion.

Even if Shen Ruolan takes the lion's share, the remaining people can still get several million or tens of millions if they split the profits among themselves.

That's tens of millions!

The girl who was doing the data work was named Zhang Xiaoyan. She was usually the most composed person in the group. But now she closed her laptop, pressed it against her lap, and her earlobes turned slightly red.

The one in risk control, named Meng Yinuo, is a boy. He has his eyes closed, but the corner of his mouth is slightly twitched.

With a minimum investment of 100 million, what are we waiting for?

Just as the others fell silent, Shen Ruolan looked up and glanced in the direction of the parking lot entrance.

In the distance, a dragon stone green Yangwang U8 turned into the access road to the parking lot. The car was not going fast, but its size made it imposing.

Shen Ruolan raised her chin towards the stone pier.

"Get up, your employer is here."

Several people stood up.

---

Li Yichen parked the car in the parking space, opened the car door, and got out.

Shen Ruolan took two steps and spoke first.

"Mr. Li, you're here so early."

"You arrived earlier."

He walked around the front of the car and glanced at the people behind Shen Ruolan.

The five people were all young, between twenty-five and thirty years old, and all of them were carrying bags, which were full.

Chen Hao was the first to look Li Yichen up and down—quickly, but without looking away.

What was on my mind was: This guy is smaller than all of them.

This man in his early twenties stood here without making any show of it. He simply put his hands in his pockets, casually said a few words to Shen Ruolan, yet his aura was incredibly composed.

Chen Hao muttered to himself: Which young master from Shanghai?

But no one answered his question, so he suppressed his curiosity.

Li Yichen raised his chin towards Shen Ruolan.

"Let's go up."

---

As the group headed towards Building 7, Li Yichen called Zhou Lan and asked her to prepare the keys to the two apartments on the top floor of Building 7, saying he would come and get them right away.

When Li Yichen led the group to Building 7, Zhou Lan was already waiting at the entrance, holding two keys.

"Mr. Li, the keys to the top floor are all here."

"understood."

Li Yichen took the keys and led Shen Ruolan and the others into the elevator.

Thirty-second floor.

The elevator doors opened, and the corridor was quiet. The walls were light gray, and the floor was made of imitation marble tiles, so there was hardly any sound when you walked.

The door on the left.

The key was inserted, the lock cylinder engaged, and the lock opened.

Pushing open the door, the foyer was spacious, leading to the living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows faced the east side of the complex; the glass was clean, offering a clear view. The refrigerator, washing machine, television, and air conditioner were all present and new, though the plastic wrap still had a few creases.

Shen Ruolan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, glanced outside, and saw buildings five and six next to her.

"This entire building is yours?"

Li Yichen stood next to her, followed her gaze and glanced outside, then nodded to the side with his chin.

"Buildings five, six, and seven are all mine."

After saying that, Shen Ruolan remained silent.

But Chen Hao, who was standing next to him, dropped his phone on the ground.

With a loud crash, the screen fell face down, shattering the tranquility of the corridor.

He bent down to pick it up without saying a word, but his ears were already bright red.

Zhang Xiaoyan glanced out the window and counted: five, six, and seven buildings, three 32-story high-rises. In Pudong, Shanghai, even a single square meter is expensive.

She went through the numbers in her mind, but before she could finish calculating, she couldn't continue.

Meng Yinuo stood in the corner of the living room, her hands in her hoodie pockets, looking in the direction of the three buildings, and softly uttered a single word.

"……Hold."

The voice was very low, but Shen Ruolan still heard it in the quiet room.

She glanced at him but didn't say anything.

---

What followed was handled cleanly and efficiently.

Several people took out their laptops one by one from their bags and laid them out on the coffee table and dining table in the living room.

The network cable was installed, the router was set up, and the account pages were opened one by one.

Shen Ruolan sat in the middle of the table, flanked by Zhang Xiaoyan and another girl named Su Jie who worked on data. Chen Hao sat on the far right, in charge of trade execution. Meng Yinuo was at the risk control end, monitoring the dynamics of open positions and margin. The last person monitoring the market was Lin Jie, who spoke the least throughout, his earphones plugged in and his screen already on.

Li Yichen stood behind them, watched for a while, and then spoke.

"Open fifteen accounts and spread out your positions; don't concentrate them on one port."

Shen Ruolan did not turn around.

"clear."

Fifteen accounts were created one after another.

Li Yichen brought up his phone, opened the bank app, and transferred 1.3 billion yuan, one by one, into these fifteen accounts according to the proportion.

With each transaction, the account balance on the other end jumps up one level. The numbers stack up on the screen, quietly, but given the sheer scale, anyone who glances at it will wonder if the screen is distorted.

Chen Hao glanced sideways at the string of numbers on Li Yichen's phone screen, then looked back at his own account page without uttering a word.

Leverage, twenty times.

Shen Ruolan checked each account one by one, her back straight as she made her move, without any hesitation.

But the tendon sheath in her right wrist twitched under the skin.

Li Yichen didn't see it.

Once the transfer is complete and leverage is established, the position size will appear on the screen.

Two hundred and six billion.

The number lay quietly in the upper left corner of the screen, white background with black text, nothing superfluous.

Su Jie stared at the number, holding her breath as if afraid of shaking something away.

The sunlight outside the window cast long shadows that lay motionless on the floor.

Li Yichen raised his wrist and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

3:17 PM.

The second hand of the Greenwich Mean Time clock ticked away, and when it reached 3:17:40, he withdrew his wrist and turned his gaze to the row of screens behind Shen Ruolan.

The system panel glowed quietly deep within my consciousness, the first turning point of the silver price chart clearly marked with a timestamp—

It was exactly 4 p.m.

There are 43 minutes left before silver begins its sharp decline.