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

A night breeze blew by, taking away some of the stuffiness.

The black Lamborghini Veneno was still parked on the side of the road.

The exaggerated aerodynamic kit made of carbon fiber looks extremely aggressive under streetlights.

A crowd of people surrounded him, taking pictures with their phones.

No one dared to approach.

They were terrified that even a tiny scratch on the paint would cost them their entire life.

On the outskirts of the crowd, several young men were discussing in hushed tones.

"That car is so cool, it must cost several million, right?"

"Millions? Even if you take these four wheels off, it'll be worth more than a few million."

"This is poison! There are only a handful in the country. It'll easily cost over 100 million yuan once it's on the road."

"Over a hundred million? My God, how could someone who drives a car like that park it in front of such a cheap, run-down restaurant?"

"Who knows? Probably just some super-rich kid out experiencing life."

Li Yichen stepped down the stairs.

Liu Xiaoyu followed behind, carrying a bag of leftover food.

Liu Qiang walked at the back, his mind preoccupied with reporting to Yunsheng Creative tomorrow.

"Yichen".

Liu Qiang quickened his pace to catch up with Li Yichen.

"I'm reporting for duty tomorrow. Should I bring any gift for that young master Han?"

He was unsure of himself.

After all, he's the young master of a company worth billions; it would seem impolite to go empty-handed.

Li Yichen waved his hand.

"Need not."

He spoke in a flat, monotone voice.

"Just go there. Han Fei won't make things difficult for you."

Liu Qiang swallowed hard.

Even the eldest son of the Han family didn't dare to make things difficult for him.

Li Yichen's current height is so great that even looking up at him makes his neck ache.

The three people crossed the road.

Li Yichen's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the front of the poison car.

Two girls dressed in flamboyant attire were sitting on the carbon fiber hood of a car.

Holding a selfie stick in his hand.

The flashbulbs went off frequently.

The two were completely unaware that Li Yichen and his two companions were walking towards them.

One of the girls, wearing a sundress, seemed unhappy with her current pose.

She leaned back and raised her right leg.

The shoes she wore were 10-centimeter high stilettos with extremely sharp heels.

It went straight toward the paint on the hood.

Li Yichen stopped in his tracks.

This car is a brand new one that he just bought!

One hundred million was invested.

Full carbon fiber body with custom-made special paint finish.

If this gets scratched by a high heel, it can't be repaired in China at all; the whole car will have to be packed up and airlifted back to the original factory in Italy.

Not to mention the months of back-and-forth repairs, the cost of the repairs alone would be enough to buy a Porsche.

He bought the car to enjoy driving it, not to be used as a prop for other people's photos.

"Put your feet down."

Li Yichen spoke up.

His speech is clear.

It could be heard very clearly on this quiet street.

The crowd taking photos around them fell silent for a moment.

They all turned to look at Li Yichen.

The girl in the sundress stopped moving.

She turned her head and looked at Li Yichen.

He looked her up and down.

He wore a white shirt, no tie, and not even a single prominent designer logo.

And she had just come from that hole-in-the-wall restaurant next door that costs 100 yuan per person.

This poor, pathetic fellow dares to meddle in her business?

Who are you?

The girl casually straightened her legs, but remained seated in the car.

"A dog catching a mouse is meddling in other people's business."

She rolled her eyes and switched the selfie stick to her other hand.

"This isn't your car, why are you talking nonsense?"

"I can do whatever I want, it's none of your business!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qiang's anger flared up immediately.

He had just received a tremendous favor from Li Yichen today and was worried about how to repay it.

Now, even some random little girl dares to point her finger at Li Yichen and curse him.

He took a big step forward.

"How can you talk like that, little girl?"

Liu Qiang pointed at the girl.

"You think you're right to ride in someone else's car? Get out right now!"

The girl gave a cold laugh.

"Oh, you even brought helpers."

She didn't take Liu Qiang seriously at all.

"So what if I sat down? Do you own this road? Did you buy this car?"

"Two penniless bastards, what are you pretending to be, acting like righteous crusaders?"

She patted the carbon fiber hood beneath her.

"The other driver didn't say anything, so who gives you the right to bark like dogs?"

Li Yichen raised his hand and pressed down on Liu Qiang, who was about to rush forward.

He looked at the girl sitting on the hood of the car.

This energetic young woman has quite a temper.

I had no idea what I had just sat on.

Do you even know what kind of car you're sitting on?

He put one hand into his suit trouser pocket.

"You dare to sit up there, and even want to put your shoes on top of it."

The girl chuckled.

"It's just a beat-up Lamborghini."

She fiddled with the selfie stick in her hand, adjusting the beauty filter.

"It's not a big deal."

"It's not like I can't afford to pay for the damage if I break it."

These words were spoken.

Liu Qiang was so angry he laughed.

Liu Xiaoyu was also stunned.

The two girls looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, and probably didn't even have driver's licenses.

He casually mentions that he can afford to pay for a top-of-the-line sports car.

Among the onlookers, a young man wearing a plaid shirt took a step forward.

He was also holding a DSLR camera in his hand.

"Little girl."

The man pointed to the bull logo on the front of the car.

"This car is no ordinary beat-up Lamborghini."

"If you really scratch this paint, you won't be able to pay for it even if you sell your house."

He lowered his voice.

"This is called poison. Only three of these were ever made worldwide."

The girl in the sundress completely ignored her.

"Stop trying to scare people."

She continued to hold up the selfie stick, looking for the right angle.

"Can a beat-up car really fly?"

But the short-haired girl sitting next to her froze.

The short-haired girl took out her phone and typed "Lamborghini Veneno" into the search bar.

A series of information and quotes popped up on the screen.

The short-haired girl's breathing suddenly stopped.

I swiped my finger across the screen a couple of times.

A long string of zeros suddenly came into view.

One billion.

The short-haired girl tumbled and crawled off the hood of the car.

My legs went weak and I almost lost my balance.

She grabbed the girl in the sundress's arm and pulled her down forcefully.

"Nana, stop filming!"

The short-haired girl's voice trembled, and it sounded like she was about to cry.

"Get down here right now, we've caused a huge disaster!"

The girl called Nana was very impatient.

"What are you doing? I haven't edited these photos yet."

She shook off her best friend's hand.

"Don't listen to that guy's nonsense. It's just a car. Even if it gets damaged, we can just pay for the hood."

She took a credit card out of her bag and waved it twice in the air.

"I still have tens of thousands of yuan in my account, is that enough?"

The short-haired girl was so anxious that she kept stomping her feet.

He shoved the lit phone screen right in front of Nana's face.

"Look carefully!"

"This car is worth 100 million!"

Nana's gaze fell on the screen.

The moment I saw that long string of numbers.

The selfie stick in my hand fell directly to the ground.

The plastic casing shattered.

She was thrown off the hood of the car, and in her panic, her high heels twisted, causing her to fall face-first to the side of the road.

One billion.

Even if you sold her whole family and relatives, you couldn't even afford to pay for a car wheel.

Nana didn't even bother to brush the dust off her clothes; she grabbed her best friend's hand and rushed out of the crowd.

Take advantage of the fact that the car owner is not around, and run away quickly.

As long as she runs fast, no one can make her pay compensation.

I've only run two steps.

A person stood in front of them.

Li Yichen.

"Don't rush off."

Li Yichen stood still.

"Just getting into someone else's car without permission."

"You think you can just leave without even an apology?"

Nana's anger flared up again when her path was blocked.

She didn't dare to offend the owner of the car, but why should this poor boy from a hole-in-the-wall restaurant stop her?

"Get out of my way!"

Nana pointed at Li Yichen's nose.

"Who do you think you are? This isn't your car, what are you acting all high and mighty for?"

She pushed Li Yichen hard, but couldn't budge him.

"Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the way!"

Li Yichen wasn't angry.

He didn't even say a word in rebuttal.

He slowly pulled his right hand out of his pocket.

He was holding a black car key in his hand.

Place your thumb on the unlock button.

Press.

“Ding Di—”

A crisp electronic notification sound rang out in the night.

Followed by.

The black Lamborghini Veneno's two Y-shaped daytime running lights instantly illuminated.

The cold white beam of light shone directly on Nana's face.

The light was so bright she couldn't open her eyes.

The surrounding crowd fell silent instantly.

Everyone's gaze immediately shifted from the car to the key in Li Yichen's hand.

The man in the plaid shirt had his mouth wide open, big enough to fit an egg.

Nana raised her hand to shield her eyes.

Light shines through the gaps between the fingers.

She looked at the young man in the white shirt in front of her.

The string of "reason" in my mind snapped completely.

"I'm...I'm sorry."

Nana's legs bent uncontrollably.

His knees slammed heavily onto the asphalt road.

"I was wrong."