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

The moment Li Yichen pressed the left mouse button, his heart skipped a beat.

The sell order has been placed on the exchange.

Four thousand one hundred and seventy-six bitcoins were placed in batches, with prices ranging from 97,600 to 97,200, arranged in a gradient.

The first transaction has been completed. Fifty pieces.

The second batch, one hundred coins.

The numbers on the screen began to fluctuate wildly, with buy orders lined up densely, consuming his sell orders bit by bit. With Bitcoin's daily trading volume in the billions of dollars, four thousand coins barely made a ripple.

In ten minutes, 1,200 pieces were sold.

Twenty minutes, three thousand pieces.

half an hour.

Wallet balance is zero.

Li Yichen stared at the last line of the transaction record—average transaction price $97,587.00, total amount $407,523,312.00.

More than 407 million US dollars.

He didn't rush to calculate the RMB; he first processed the withdrawal. The funds were transferred from the exchange to an overseas bank account, and then from the overseas account to China. The system's bridging channel remained open, and arrival notifications popped up one after another.

After the last payment was received, Li Yichen opened his mobile banking app.

In the balance column, there lay a string of numbers he had never seen before in his life—

￥2,928,641,073.22

2.92864 billion.

Li Yichen stood up from his chair, took two steps back, and leaned back for another look. He wasn't mistaken. Two billion.

"Hold!"

The sound burst from his throat, impossible to suppress, bouncing back and forth several times between the four walls of the rented room. A muffled thud came from next door, as if someone had been woken up and slapped their bed.

Li Yichen covered his mouth and spun around twice on the spot.

Yesterday he was worrying about 3,000 yuan in rent, and today he has nearly 3 billion yuan in his account. The contrast is too great, too unreal. He refreshed his mobile banking page three times, but the numbers remained unchanged.

Really.

Every penny is real.

After about three minutes of excitement, Li Yichen sat back down at his computer. His mind started working—there was something he needed to do first.

Online lending.

He opened his phone and pulled out the apps of those dozens of lending platforms.

I owe more than three million yuan in online loans. The interest rates on these loans are outrageously high; an annualized rate of 36% is considered reasonable.

Yesterday, three million was a huge burden for him.

But now?

It's just a tiny fraction of what he has in his account.

Although this amount was only a small fraction of what he had in his account, he still had to pay it back. After all, the interest wasn't low!

Li Yichen operated one platform after another.

Repayment. Confirmed. Repayment. Confirmed.

In just over an hour, more than three million yuan, including principal and interest, was wiped out.

He exited the last lending app, long-pressed the icon, and uninstalled it. Not a single one remained.

Let's look at the time again—6:07 PM.

He's been up and about since morning, and hasn't eaten for seven or eight hours. His stomach is churning and protesting.

Li Yichen stood up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and glanced at himself in the mirror. He looked alright—after all, he had nearly 3 billion yuan in his hands, so who wouldn't be energetic?

I rummaged through my wardrobe and picked out a relatively decent outfit—a gray T-shirt, black casual pants, and sneakers. It cost less than two hundred yuan in total.

This is the most expensive set in my wardrobe.

I went out the door, went downstairs, and stood by the roadside.

Normally he would ride his old electric scooter to the alley entrance to eat a bowl of noodles around this time. Not today. Li Yichen took out his phone and hailed a taxi.

The car arrived quickly, in three minutes.

Li Yichen opened the back door and got in.

"Driver, are there any nice hotels nearby? The kind with a restaurant."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

Li Yichen knew that look all too well—a quick scan from head to toe, then a mental assessment. The T-shirt was pilling, the knees of the pants were slightly faded, and the soles of the sneakers were worn down. This outfit was worth at most 150 yuan.

"A better one? How good?"

"As long as there's food, that's fine, and the environment should be nice."

The driver didn't ask any more questions and stepped on the gas.

The car drove for about half an hour, then turned onto a wide avenue and finally stopped in front of a building. It had a glass curtain wall, a gold logo, and two rows of uniformed people standing at the entrance.

"We've arrived. Yue Ting International Hotel."

The driver glanced at him again in the rearview mirror.

Li Yichen scanned the QR code to pay the fare and got out of the car.

The car window behind me rolled down halfway.

The driver peeked out and glanced at Li Yichen's retreating figure as he walked towards the hotel entrance. He curled his lip and muttered to himself, "What are you pretending to be? A meal here costs at least ten thousand. You'll be in for a world of hurt once you're inside."

After saying that, he rolled up the car window, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

Li Yichen stood at the hotel entrance and glanced up.

It was indeed impressive. He used to pass by such places without even glancing at them, thinking they had nothing to do with him.

The doorman came to greet us; he was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a crisp uniform, with a standard smile.

"Hello sir, are you here for a stay or a meal?"

"Have a meal."

"Okay, this way please."

The doorman led him through the lobby and into the elevator to the second floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the entire floor was a dining area. The lighting was soft, the tables were spaced far apart, and a faint aroma filled the air.

The doorman handed him over to a waitress on the second floor—a girl with a ponytail and light makeup, who looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

"Sir, how many people are dining?"

"One."

The waiter led him to a window seat. From the window, he could see half of the city's night view, with the lights just coming on.

"Sir, this is our menu."

The menu was covered in leather and was as thick as a magazine. Li Yichen didn't reach out to take it.

"What are your signature dishes? Bring a few."

The waiter's hand, which was holding the menu, froze in mid-air.

She quickly sized up the guest in front of her. T-shirt, casual pants, sneakers. He didn't look like a regular at this hotel at all. But as he spoke, he leaned back in his chair, relaxed, without the slightest hesitation.

"Sir, our signature dishes are a bit pricey, ranging from three to eight thousand per dish. What do you think?"

"What, are you afraid I can't afford it?"

The words weren't harsh, and even carried a hint of a smile, but the waiter's face immediately turned red.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just meant—"

Li Yichen waved his hand.

"Let's go."

The waiter responded and turned to leave quickly. After taking five or six steps, he couldn't help but turn back for one last look.

The young man sitting there was already looking at the night view outside the window, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously.

Well, the clothes are genuinely cheap, but that relaxed feel isn't faked.

—A rich person? Even if they are, they don't need to dress like this.

Li Yichen glanced down at himself. Indeed, walking into a restaurant where the average cost per person is over ten thousand yuan, dressed in clothes that cost two hundred yuan, and immediately ordering their signature dishes, would certainly draw attention from anyone.

It doesn't matter anyway. I'll deal with the clothes another day.

Less than twenty minutes later, a waiter pushed a stainless steel food cart over.

They placed the dishes on the table one by one.

"This is our signature truffle Wagyu beef, this is steamed lobster with garlic, this is black cod with matsutake mushrooms, this is foie gras with figs, this is a nourishing mushroom soup, and this is the chef's special dessert."

Six dishes filled almost half the table. Just by looking at them, you could tell they weren't cheap.

Li Yichen picked up a piece of Wagyu beef with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

It melts in your mouth, and the rich, creamy flavor explodes on your tongue.

He had only ever seen this flavor in food videos before.

After chewing a couple of times and swallowing, Li Yichen glanced at the dishes on the table again. They were all beautifully presented, and under the light, each dish looked like a work of art.

wrong.

What's lacking?

Do you have any red wine?

The waiter was about to turn and leave when he stopped.

"Yes, sir. We always keep a stock of wines from various vintages in our cellar—"

"Bring me a good bottle. Money is no object."

The waiter's lips twitched, but he swallowed back what he was about to say.

The guest's nouveau riche air was unmistakable, but to be honest, it wasn't uncommon at this hotel. She nodded and turned to walk towards the wine cellar.

As they approached the bar, the waiter leaned close to the bartender's ear and whispered something in his ear.

"Look at the guy at window number three, he doesn't even have a hundred dollars to his name, yet he came in and they served him their signature dishes, and now he wants good wine too."

The bartender peeked out.

"Who cares? Just go for it. What if they really have money?"

The waiter curled his lip, pulled a bottle of 08 Lafite from the wine cabinet, placed it on a tray, and carried it toward window number three.

Li Yichen was cutting the second piece of Wagyu beef when the sound of his wine glass gently tapping on the table made him look up.

The dark red wine seeped through the glass, reflecting the lights of countless homes outside the window.

The waiter stood by the table, holding the bottle of wine, with the label on the bottle facing him.

"Sir, this bottle of 2008 Lafite costs 88,000."

She emphasized the last three words, staring directly at Li Yichen's face.