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

It was 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.

"Let's eat first." Li Yichen took out his phone and opened the food delivery app.

After a quick search, I found a Chinese restaurant at a nearby five-star hotel and ordered the top-tier business set meal for seven people. I also added a 500 yuan delivery fee.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Chen Hao ran over to open the door, took four huge insulated boxes from the deliveryman, carried them into the living room, and placed them on the coffee table.

The aroma of food filled the 200-square-meter house. Having not eaten all day, everyone's stomachs were rumbling.

Li Yichen pulled up a chair, sat down, and rubbed the disposable chopsticks together.

"Eat while you work." He picked up a piece of beef, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed. "The amount of capital is too large; we can't dump 26 billion all at once."

Shen Ruolan picked up a lunchbox but didn't touch her chopsticks.

"Such a large order, dumping it directly will trigger the exchange's abnormal fluctuation monitoring." She placed the lunchbox next to the keyboard and rested her hands on it. "We have to split the order."

Li Yichen nodded.

"Taking advantage of the current bullish frenzy, quietly place short orders. Don't dump them, don't expose them, let those who are eager to buy on the rise take the fall."

Shen Ruolan turned her head and glanced at him.

Silver is currently priced at $120, with the market showing strong upward momentum and bullish forces surging. To short silver at this juncture with 26 billion in capital completely violates basic trading logic.

If you throw money in, it will be swallowed up by bulls before you even hear a sound.

She swallowed those words. The agreement was signed, and she had a guaranteed 100 million yuan in her pocket. Her employer told her to jump off a cliff, so she simply closed her eyes and jumped.

"Chen Hao, open accounts one through five," Shen Ruolan instructed.

"Received." Chen Hao put down his chopsticks and his hands flew across the keyboard.

"Zhang Xiaoyan, keep a close eye on the amount of buying pressure from the bulls. We need to sell as much as they can buy, and we can't let the price drop."

"Understood." Zhang Xiaoyan stared at the trading depth chart on the screen, her fingers clicking rapidly on the mouse.

The clatter of keyboard keys filled the living room.

Five hundred hands.

A thousand hands.

Three Thousand Hands.

The massive amount of capital was broken down into countless insignificant small orders, silently blending into the surging upward torrent of bullish sentiment. No one noticed that a gigantic bearish force, capable of upsetting the entire market, was opening its gaping maw beneath the surface.

3:50 p.m.

The last short position was filled.

All 26 billion yuan has been invested.

Shen Ruolan leaned back in her chair. A thin layer of sweat covered her back.

Li Yichen threw the empty lunchbox into the trash can next to him, took out a tissue, and wiped his mouth.

On the system panel deep in my mind, the countdown was silently ticking.

3:59.

3:59:50

Four o'clock sharp.

The silver futures market on the international futures market suddenly paused for 0.1 seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a thick green candlestick broke through the first support level without warning.

120 dollars.

118 dollars.

Without any sign of a rebound, prices plummeted.

Chen Hao's mouth was half open, and he forgot to chew the mouthful of rice he had just put in his mouth. He just held the lunchbox and stared intently at the screen.

"I fell..." Zhang Xiaoyan clenched her hands tightly on her knees, her voice trembling. "I really fell."

Meng Yinuo lunged forward, her face almost touching the monitor.

115 dollars.

112 dollars.

The floating profit/loss number in the upper right corner of the account instantly turned from negative to positive, and then jumped wildly upwards in units of tens of millions.

Shen Ruolan suddenly stood up. The chair leg scraped across the floor with a screeching sound.

She turned her head and looked at Li Yichen sitting on the sofa.

Half an hour ago, this man was leisurely eating his takeout beef. Now, the entire international silver market is collapsing exactly in the direction he bet.

coincidence?

Such a coincidence is impossible. A position of 26 billion was precisely established ten minutes before the crash. This requires an extremely foresightful and controllable understanding of the market.

Li Yichen leaned back on the sofa, his hands behind his head.

My heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled down.

The information provided by the system was very reliable. The principal of 1.3 billion yuan was saved.

"President Li," Shen Ruolan said, her throat terribly dry. "Profits have already accumulated. The decline is too sharp; should we close out some positions and secure our gains?"

Li Yichen shook his head.

He sat up straight and pointed to the row of screens.

"For the next ten days, you don't need to do anything. Just keep an eye on things."

Shen Ruolan took a step forward.

"Ten days?" Her voice rose a notch. "A 26 billion yuan investment, just sitting here unattended for ten days? The futures market is volatile; silver could bottom out and rebound at any moment. If it rises by just five percent, all our profits will be wiped out, we might even be liquidated!"

Li Yichen looked at her.

"It won't go up."

Three words, slammed to the ground.

Shen Ruolan clenched her teeth. She wanted to retort, to use her three years of real-world trading experience to refute those three words. No rational trader would leave such a large position unattended for ten days.

Li Yichen raised his hand and pressed it down.

"Listen to me. Ten days. No one is allowed to touch the mouse."

Ten days felt incredibly long in this 200-square-meter apartment.

Seven people, not a single step outside the door.

The corner of the living room was piled high with takeout boxes, mineral water bottles, and empty instant coffee canisters. The air was thick with the smells of Red Bull and instant noodles.

During the day, the group would take turns dozing off on the sofa. At night, they would stare intently at the screen with bloodshot eyes.

On the first day, silver fell to $110.

The account's unrealized profit has exceeded two billion.

On the third day, it fell below the $100 mark.

Unrealized profits have exceeded 5 billion.

Day 5, $90.

Chen Hao became increasingly quiet. Every time he passed the sofa where Li Yichen was on his way to the restroom, he would subconsciously slow his footsteps. Looking at Li Yichen's back, he felt a sense of dread, as if he had seen a ghost.

This isn't trading; this is clearly printing money.

Zhang Xiaoyan's fingers trembled every day when she checked the bills. That long string of zeros was beyond her understanding of money.

Shen Ruolan went from being anxious and irritable at the beginning to being numb, and finally to having an almost fanatical reverence.

Aside from eating and sleeping, Li Yichen spends his days standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking out at the Huangpu River. He rarely even looks at the stock market.

His certainty was frightening.

Day 7, $85.

Day 9, $78.

The market is in turmoil, with numerous institutions facing margin calls and liquidations. Meanwhile, the fifteen accounts in this apartment are frantically draining the market's lifeblood.

tenth day.

2:30 p.m.

The living room was so quiet that only the sound of the computer's cooling fan could be heard.

Silver price: $72.

Li Yichen stood up from the sofa.

He walked up behind Shen Ruolan.

Shen Ruolan's nerves tensed instantly. She stared at the number 72 on the screen.

"Place the order," Li Yichen said.

Shen Ruolan immediately put her hand on the mouse.

"Sell everything. Close out all positions."

Shen Ruolan pressed her index finger on the left mouse button.