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

There was still a little less than half a bowl of soy milk left, but the steam had long since dissipated.

Li Yichen turned his phone to the side, and the system panel lit up deep within his consciousness, like a giant LED screen that only he could see.

Wealth Level: Lv.6.

Earnings per second: 3.2 yuan.

Cost to upgrade to Lv.7: 100 billion yuan.

Current consumption: 21.8 billion yuan.

He tapped his knuckles twice on the edge of the table, like tapping a calculator.

There is a shortfall of 7.8 billion.

Looking at this from another angle, it's utterly absurd—over 70 billion yuan sitting in the accounts, stuck at level six, and the reason given is that not enough has been spent. Before, when I was a food delivery driver, my daily worry was how to get more orders. Now, my daily worry is how to spend the money.

What's this called? It's called a happy trouble. But trouble is trouble, no matter what the prefix is.

He finished his soy milk, pushed the bowl onto the table, stood up, and went out.

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After driving on the main road for less than twenty minutes, the navigation system displayed three words: Tomson Riviera.

He had already checked the location of Shanghai's top villa area, but he hadn't had the time to do so until now.

The previous spending was far too slow—over 300 apartments in Lanting Garden sound impressive, but it only cost 2.1 billion yuan in total. The shares in Jingheng Law Firm were a free gift from the system and don't count as spending. The remaining transactions, piecemeal, have only totaled a little over 2.1 billion yuan so far.

The threshold for level seven is 10 billion.

He needs to change his approach. Villas are expensive; the price per unit and the size are fixed, and buying just one can easily cost several small fortunes. It's much more efficient than buying over three hundred houses.

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The sales consultant at the sales office spotted him from afar—the dragon stone green U8 slid into the parking space, the door opened, and the green dial watch on his wrist flashed in the sunlight. In that instant, the consultant's professionally trained eye focused entirely on those two things.

A big shot has arrived. Not here to look at houses, but to go on a shopping spree.

The consultant pushed open the door to greet him, but before his professional smile could even settle, Li Yichen spoke first.

"How many villas are still available for sale?"

The consultant paused for a moment. He skipped the "Hello sir, welcome" and went straight to the quote.

"There are currently four units for sale, all facing the river, ranging from 280 to 350 square meters."

"Okay, let's go take a look."

The consultant tapped the tablet twice with his finger, looked up, and led the way.

Li Yichen entered each of the four townhouses one by one. He would walk around inside, glance out the window, step on the floor, and stand on the second-floor terrace. He would assess the river view, the orientation, the distance between buildings, and the quality of the renovations. He spent no more than fifteen minutes on each unit, like he was sweeping through a supermarket shelf, picking something up, checking the ingredient list, tossing it into his cart, and moving on to the next unit.

The consultant followed closely behind, his explanations well-prepared, but he would often interrupt him with his next question as soon as he got started.

Is this apartment facing the correct direction?

"Sir, this is how it is—"

"Is it true or not?"

"just."

"Okay, next set."

On the terrace of the last apartment, Li Yichen leaned on the railing and looked out for a while before turning his head away.

"What is the total price of these four sets?"

The consultant paused for a second. Not to do the math, but to make sure he hadn't misheard—four sets, not one.

"The total for all four sets... is approximately between 1.6 billion and 1.7 billion, depending on your payment method—"

"Full payment."

The consultant nearly dropped her tablet. She caught it with a very unladylike motion.

"All...all four sets?"

"Hmm. Can we sign the contract today?"

The consultant's throat bobbed, and he steadied the tablet again, flipping through contract templates with the speed of an e-sports player.

"Sure, we can sign it today."

That afternoon, the contracts for the four townhouses were signed. The final payments were made in installments, and when the last payment was credited to his account, Li Yichen glanced at the system panel out of the corner of his eye—the amount spent jumped from 2.1 billion to 3.7 billion, crisp and clean, just like the notification of a successful mobile phone top-up.

[Spending: 37.2 billion yuan; 62.8 billion yuan still needed to upgrade to Lv.7.]

He put his phone in his pocket and walked out of the sales office. The afternoon sun shone on the roof of the U8, making the dragon-green paint glisten, just like the name of the car's color, like a dragon lying on it.

Six billion.2 billion.

He mentally went through the numbers, outlining several options: art, yachts, office buildings. There were countless ways to spend money; the problem wasn't a lack of choices, but a lack of time.

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Over the next few days, Li Yichen divided the remaining quota into several groups, like sending troops into battle.

First route: High-end art.

He hired a private financial advisor, someone who had been in the industry for over a decade and had connections at top auction houses as close as family. The advisor made a phone call, and two days later appeared before him with three paintings and a collection of contemporary sculptures, totaling seven hundred million.

Li Yichen stood in front of the three paintings for nearly five minutes. Not because he understood them, but because he was pondering which one would look best on which wall of which villa. "This blue one goes in the living room on the first floor, and this black and white one goes in the hallway on the second floor"—after thinking it over, he signed it.

The consultant's expression was one of utter bewilderment. The client's logic in choosing a painting worth 700 million was comparable to picking out a tapestry at IKEA.

Second route: Yacht.

Fifty meters long, with a custom-designed interior and a helipad. Costing just over 1.1 billion, the yacht hasn't even been launched yet, and the deposit has already been paid. When the sales department received the payment confirmation, the entire office reportedly fell silent for three seconds—not because of the large amount, but because the full amount was paid in addition to the deposit, without even a phone call for a mortgage.

Third route: The entire office building in Lujiazui.

This was the most extravagant and also the easiest way. In the heart of Lujiazui, an entire Grade A office building with a floor area of ​​nearly 2,000 square meters, the price per square meter was there, and with a signing, 4.8 billion yuan was spent.

The financial advisor sat across from him and helped him calculate the bills. He then turned the calculator screen over to show him, tapping the screen twice with his finger to make sure he hadn't pressed the wrong decimal point.

"Mr. Li, these few expenses combined have totaled... 6.6 billion in the past few days."

He paused for a moment. Not to confirm, but to confirm that he hadn't miscalculated.

Li Yichen nodded and stood up.

"understood."

The financial advisor's hand was still on the calculator, unmoved. He'd been in this business for over a decade, and had seen clients of all sizes—he knew all too well how the wealthy spent their money. But this kind of spending, spending 6.6 billion in a week as casually as emptying a shopping cart on Taobao, was as daunting. He paused for two seconds before remembering to get up and see him off.

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Seventh day.

Li Yichen moved into a townhouse in Tomson Riviera.

He chose the middle one of the four, a three-story building. The river-facing side had large floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the buildings across the Huangpu River, near and far, bright during the day and bright at night. The sofa was new, leather, and had a new smell—not pleasant, not unpleasant, just the smell of "just bought".

He leaned against the sofa armrest, his feet propped up on the coffee table, his phone resting on his chest, staring at the ceiling. The painting worth seven hundred million was still in the entryway. It had been hung up when they moved in, and after looking at it for three seconds, he thought, "Hmm, not bad," and then he never looked at it again.

The delivery has been ordered, and the rider shows there are still six minutes left.

The system panel hung quietly deep within his consciousness; he didn't bother to refresh it, it just lay there idly.

then.

【Ding. 】

He moved his phone away from his chest and looked down.

[Host's current cumulative spending has exceeded 10 billion yuan - Wealth level upgraded to Lv.7, current earnings: 6.4 yuan/second. Congratulations, host, you have received a Wealth Gift Pack ×1.]

6.4 yuan per second. That's over 550,000 yuan a day. Over 16 million yuan a month.

Lying here doing nothing, money just piles up in the account. Back when I was delivering food on my electric scooter, I had this dream in my head: "I wish I could be a landlord someday." Looking back now, it's not even a fraction of that.

He scrolled down the system panel, and the Wealth Gift Pack icon stopped at the very bottom, orange, flashing on and off like a package waiting to be opened.

Li Yichen stared at the icon, his finger hovering over the screen for two seconds.

Then he closed the panel.

Go downstairs.

Because the food delivery arrived.

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Li Yichen opened the door, and the delivery rider stood there, holding a bag in his hand. His expression was somewhere between nervous and apologetic, a bit like when he was a kid and broke his neighbor's window and was standing at the door waiting to be scolded.

"Brother, I'm so sorry—" the delivery rider said, his voice a little strained, "I bumped your delivery on the way here in my rush, I don't know if it's damaged. Take a look, if it's damaged, I'll pay you back."

Li Yichen took the bag and looked down at it. The side of the bag was indeed torn a little. He opened it to check—there was nothing seriously wrong. A little soup had spilled, but the vegetables and rice were still vegetables and rice, so it didn't affect eating.

He looked up and smiled at the rider.

"It's okay, you can go now. I won't give you a bad review."

Upon hearing this, the delivery driver visibly relaxed. His shoulders slumped down by two centimeters, and the knuckles of the hand gripping the phone turned white.

He'd delivered takeout to many wealthy neighborhoods, where "it's okay" usually meant "I don't want to argue with you now, but I'll definitely complain about you later." These wealthy people's takeout orders often cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars. If he really lost money, not only would he have wasted half a day's work, but he'd also have to pay out of pocket. On the way here, he'd already mentally rehearsed the scenario of losing money a thousand times, even thinking about how to tell his wife, "I'm out of pay for today."

Surprisingly, this person really is fine after saying they're okay.

The delivery driver walked away with lighter steps. Li Yichen closed the door, put the food on the coffee table, took out his phone, opened the food delivery platform, found the order from the rider—a five-star review—and casually tipped him 500 yuan.

Having worked in this industry before, he knows how much that "It's okay" means to a delivery rider. When he was a delivery rider before, people would say "It's okay" to him, but not everyone actually accepted it.