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

The moment the host closed the door to the private room, the breath exhaled in the living room finally dissipated.

The menu was handed to him, but Li Yichen didn't look at it and looked up directly.

"You guys order, order whatever you like tonight, don't worry about the prices."

As soon as he said that, Chen Hao looked down and flipped through the menu twice as fast.

Zhang Xiaoyan held the menu in her hand, flipped to the last page, and saw a truffle lobster priced at three thousand eight. Her finger paused on that line of text for two seconds, she didn't say anything, secretly flipped back, turned to the next page, and then flipped back again.

I ordered it anyway.

Shen Ruolan sat opposite Li Yichen, flipped through the menu, and put it down.

"The Shaoxing wine-infused drunken crab at the Peace Hotel is quite good, I'll order that."

When she said this, she spoke with the same steady tone as when she was reporting data at a meeting at Rongxin, but her fingertips rubbed the edge of the table twice—that was the only little movement she couldn't keep in the past month.

The dishes were all ordered, the wine was served, and several people raised their glasses.

Li Yichen picked up his cup and glanced at the faces.

Having not left the house for a month, the complexions of several people had a sallow, sun-deprived look, but their eyes were bright.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Three words.

Chen Hao raised the cup two centimeters higher, then lowered it again, making a short, sharp sound from his nose—not a laugh, but the sound of his breath finally finding an outlet.

Li Yichen offered a beverage instead of alcohol, toasting everyone to express his gratitude.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp, after which voices began to circulate around the table.

The meal lasted nearly two hours. When it was time to pay the bill, Li Yichen glanced at it and saw it was 340,000 yuan.

He handed over the card without pausing or looking down at the number.

340,000.

As I stepped out of the Peace Hotel's main entrance, a warm, damp night breeze blew in from the Huangpu River.

Shen Ruolan hailed a car at the door and nodded to Li Yichen as she turned around.

Until we meet again.

No unnecessary words. Concise and to the point.

Chen Hao followed behind, and before getting into the car, he patted the car door. He couldn't help but turn around and add a sentence.

"Mr. Li, if there's another job like this next time..."

Shen Ruolan had already opened the car door.

"Get in the car."

Two words completely cut off the rest of Chen Hao's sentence. He shrank his neck and disappeared inside.

The car door closed, and the taillights left two red streaks before disappearing into the night.

---

Li Yichen did not move immediately.

He stood on the stone steps outside the main entrance of the Peace Hotel for a while, putting his hands in his pockets.

The U8 was parked across the street.

He walked over, opened the car door, got in, and without starting the engine, took out his phone with his right hand and opened his bank app.

The balance column pops up.

More than 75 billion.

He stared at the string of numbers for almost a minute.

This is not the market capitalization on paper, not floating equity, and not a valuation that may shrink at any time.

It's cash.

It was real cash deposited into my account.

During the two years he worked as a delivery driver on the food delivery platform, he completed as many as 67 orders in a single day, earning 403 yuan.

He remembered that night when he transferred the money from his phone to his bank card, watched the balance jump from 1,200 to 1,600, and sat on the electric scooter in a daze for three minutes.

Now that number has eleven more zeros.

Li Yichen locked his phone, put his hands on the steering wheel, and leaned back in his seat.

What can you do with over 70 billion?

A thought raced through his mind, then casually crossed his mind—

For a listed company with a market value of hundreds of billions, having a cash flow of three to five hundred billion is considered quite impressive.

Those behemoths that have dominated the headlines of financial news for years probably don't have as much cash on hand as he does.

The thought passed by without giving him any excitement.

He just felt it was a bit absurd.

The deliveryman who used to wait for the green light at the intersection and stare blankly at other cars' taillights is the same person sitting here now.

The middle section is unusually short.

Li Yichen turned the steering wheel and started the car.

Where to go?

He mentally went through the question—the hotel's presidential suite had long expired, so was he going to stay at another hotel?

Never mind, let's go back to Lanting Yayuan first.

The U8 departs from the Bund Riverside Road, turns onto the elevated road, and heads towards Pudong.

---

Li Yichen pushed open the door and turned on the light.

Several stacked instant noodle buckets were still on the coffee table, and the mineral water box in the corner was mostly empty.

He didn't clean up; he took off his shoes, walked into the master bedroom, lay down on the bed, stared at the ceiling for two seconds, and then closed his eyes.

One month.

My last thought before going to sleep was that I had to tidy up this place tomorrow.

And then that was it.

---

He woke up relatively late the next morning.

When they went downstairs, the elevator stopped on the first floor, the doors opened, and it faced Zhou Lan directly.

She was carrying a folder, with an unfinished coffee cup beside her. She looked up, saw Li Yichen, and stopped.

"Mr. Li, you're back?"

"Um."

Li Yichen stepped out of the elevator and raised his chin at her.

"How's the apartment rental going?"

Zhou Lan opened the folder and handed it to him.

"Progress is going smoothly. Of the 312 units in buildings 5, 6, and 7, 127 have already been rented out. Those with signed contracts and whose monthly rent payments have been received are all here."

The first page is the ledger, showing the number of units rented out, the rental period, the monthly rent, and the deposit.

The numbers were neatly arranged, row by row, with no ambiguity.

Li Yichen glanced at it and pushed the folder back.

One hundred and twenty-seven sets.

The remaining nearly two hundred sets are still empty.

"The pace is good, keep pushing."

He took out his phone, opened the transfer interface, and entered a number.

Five hundred thousand.

Confirmed, transfer out.

Zhou Lan's phone vibrated. She looked down and was puzzled when she saw that it was Li Yichen who had transferred money to her.

"Mr. Li? What's going on here?"

"Didn't I say last time I was going to buy you a car for commuting? I don't have much time, so you can find some time to buy one yourself!" Li Yichen said to Zhou Lan. "You can choose for yourself. You don't need to keep confirming with me what kind of car you want. Just make sure it's practical."

Zhou Lan nodded, neither refusing nor saying another word.

Li Yichen then walked towards the parking area.

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The sun outside wasn't at its highest point yet, but it was already getting quite hot on the ground.

Li Yichen drove the U8 out of the residential area and drove along the main road. Without turning on the navigation, he randomly turned into a side road.

I haven't had breakfast yet.

There's a soy milk shop by the roadside. The sign has been there for many years and the paint is worn, but there are still a lot of electric scooters parked in front of it.

He pulled the car over to the side of the road, opened the car door, and got out.

The shop is small, with six tables, three of which are occupied.

An old man sat against the wall, holding a bowl of porridge and reading a newspaper. The newspaper was folded in half, with a small dish of side dishes underneath.

Li Yichen waited in line at the window for a while. In front of him was a young man in work clothes, holding a mobile phone in his hand. The deliveryman's jacket had the platform's logo printed on the back, which had already faded from washing.

He recognized that logo.

The platform he worked for.

The young man took the bag, turned and left. The tires of the electric scooter rolled over the threshold with a soft click, then disappeared at the street corner.

Li Yichen stood in front of the window.

"A fried dough stick and a bowl of soy milk, without sugar."

"Okay, just a moment."

He sat down at a table by the door, took out his phone, and scanned the QR code to pay.

Soon, the soy milk was served in a white porcelain bowl, steam rising from it.

He picked it up and took a sip; the temperature was just right, not too hot.