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

"I was wrong."

Nana's knees were pressed firmly against the rough asphalt road surface.

She didn't even notice the small pebbles digging into her skin.

Just a few minutes ago, she was certain that the person in front of her was a poor, pretentious show-off.

Now, the cold white headlights emanating from that car key completely shattered her psychological defenses.

Shanghai is a very complicated place.

Someone who can drive a limited-edition sports car worth 100 million yuan to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and eat stir-fried dishes that cost a few dozen yuan.

The power behind it is immeasurable.

Crushing her is easier than crushing an ant.

With just one word from the other party, she will completely disappear from Shanghai tomorrow, without even making a peep.

The short-haired girl also bent down, her hands tightly clasped together, her head almost touching her chest.

"I'm so sorry, sir, we really didn't mean it. Please forgive us..."

The short-haired girl's voice trembled, clearly trembling with tears.

Li Yichen completely ignored the two people kneeling on the ground.

He put the car keys back in his suit trouser pocket.

He strode forward and walked straight to the front of the car.

Bend down.

Using the light from streetlights and car headlights, carefully inspect the paint on the carbon fiber hood.

This car is made entirely of carbon fiber in one piece.

If a car gets a cut from a high heel, domestic repair shops simply can't handle it; the only option is to pack the entire car up and ship it back to the original manufacturer in Sant'Agata Bolognese, Italy, by air.

After several months of back-and-forth, the repair costs alone would start at seven figures.

Li Yichen's fingers gently traced the spot where Nana had just sat.

Nana knelt on the ground, her eyes fixed on Li Yichen's hand.

Her breathing stopped completely.

The heart was violently pounding against the ribs inside the chest cavity.

Please make sure nothing happens to you.

Please make sure nothing happens to you.

She prayed frantically in her heart.

If it were really scratched, even selling her whole family wouldn't be enough to cover the damages.

The surrounding crowd quieted down.

All eyes were on the hood.

The man in the plaid shirt held a DSLR camera, but didn't dare press the shutter button, for fear that the slightest sound would anger the tycoon who drove a sports car worth 100 million.

Li Yichen straightened up.

The paint is intact and there are no scratches.

The custom-made special coating is hard enough to withstand the impact just now.

He turned around and looked down at Nana kneeling in front of him.

"You should be grateful."

Li Yichen spoke clearly and without any emotional fluctuations.

"There's nothing wrong with my car."

"Otherwise, you can go back now and prepare to sell the house."

He raised his hand and waved it casually twice.

"Let's go."

"Remember this lesson next time, and don't get on every car you see."

That sentence came crashing down.

Nana's tense shoulders instantly slumped.

He almost collapsed to the ground.

He escaped with his life.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

She scrambled to her feet, abandoning even the broken selfie stick that had fallen to the ground.

He grabbed the short-haired girl's arm.

The two pushed through the crowd and ran into the night without looking back, disappearing in a flash.

This little episode is over.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, and with the oppressive feeling emanating from the poisonous vehicle being too strong, the surrounding crowd dispersed and returned to their seats.

Li Yichen returned to the car door.

Looking past the car roof, my gaze fell upon Liu Qiang and Liu Xiaoyu standing at the bottom of the steps.

He was just about to open the butterfly door when he suddenly stopped.

The gaze fell upon the interior of the carriage.

Two carbon fiber racing seats.

This is a common problem with top-tier supercars; in pursuit of ultimate aerodynamics and lightweight design, there is simply no rear passenger space.

It can only seat two people.

There are three people now.

You can't exactly cram Liu Qiang into that front trunk that can't even fit a suitcase.

Li Yichen turned his head and looked at Liu Qiang.

"Brother Liu."

He tapped his fingers twice on the car door, somewhat embarrassed.

"Why don't you take a taxi back?"

He pointed to the carriage.

"I'll take Xiaoyu home. My car only has two seats, it can't seat three people."

Liu Qiang was stunned for half a second after hearing this.

The reaction was extremely quick.

His mind raced.

Li Yichen offered to take his sister home in a sports car worth 100 million yuan.

What does this tell us?

This shows that Xiaoyu still has a place in Li Yichen's heart.

He just got a job at Yunsheng Creative with a base salary of 20,000 yuan today thanks to a phone call from Li Yichen.

If he were to stay here as a third wheel at a time like this, he would be truly out of his mind.

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Liu Qiang waved his hands repeatedly, speaking very quickly.

"I can just take a taxi back, it's very convenient!"

He snatched the plastic bag containing the leftover food from Liu Xiaoyu's hand.

"Hey, Yichen, it's been so many years since you and Xiaoyu last saw each other."

He backed away while nodding vigorously at Li Yichen.

"You're not in a hurry to go back. Go shopping and wander around."

After saying that, he didn't give Liu Xiaoyu a chance to refute him at all.

Liu Qiang turned around immediately and walked quickly to the side of the road.

Just then, an empty taxi drove by.

He opened the car door, climbed in, and slammed the door shut.

The taxi sped away.

The movements were executed in one smooth, fluid motion.

Liu Xiaoyu stood there, looking in the direction the taxi had disappeared.

His hands nervously tugged at the hem of his clothes.

A blush quickly crept onto her cheeks.

Her brother's intentions were too obvious; he was practically pushing her directly to Li Yichen.

Li Yichen opened the butterfly door on the passenger side.

The car door swings upwards, creating a striking visual impact.

"Get in the car."

He looked at Liu Xiaoyu.

Liu Xiaoyu nodded and walked to the car.

I bent down and carefully sat down in the carbon fiber seat in the passenger seat.

Li Yichen walked back to the driver's seat and got in.

Pull down the car door.

Press the start button.

The roar of the V12 naturally aspirated engine exploded once again.

The black Lamborghini Veneno drove away from the hole-in-the-wall restaurant and merged into the traffic on the main road.

Inside the train carriage.

Cold air is blowing out of the air conditioner vents.

Liu Xiaoyu sat in the passenger seat, her hands on her knees, her body tense.

She looked around the interior with curiosity.

This was completely different from the top-of-the-line luxury car she had imagined.

There's no large area of ​​soft genuine leather, no huge LCD touchscreen, and no starry sky ceiling.

The entire area is filled with black and gray carbon fiber textures and large areas of suede material.

There are hardly any storage compartments.

The seats are rock hard and offer a very strong sense of envelopment, but the comfort level is almost zero.

She just couldn't understand it.

How can a car with such a rudimentary interior, lacking even a cup holder, sell for a staggering 100 million?

She turned her head and looked at Li Yichen, who was focused on driving.

"Yichen".

Liu Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering her.

"The interior of this car looks so simple, it doesn't even have a big screen."

She lightly touched the carbon fiber door panel with her finger.

"Why is it so expensive?"

Li Yichen held the steering wheel with one hand, turned the steering wheel, and the car smoothly changed lanes.

He chuckled softly upon hearing Liu Xiaoyu's question.

"Don't you think that if you spent 100 million, there should at least be a luxurious sofa inside, along with a private cinema?"

Liu Xiaoyu nodded obediently.

Li Yichen stepped on the gas, and the car accelerated.

"This car isn't sold for its comfort features."

He began to answer.

"It sells ultimate performance and scarcity."

"We used carbon fiber everywhere possible, inside and out, to reduce weight. The simpler the interior, the lighter the car body."

"With that V12 engine, it can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in just 2.8 seconds."

"Most importantly, there are only a handful of these in the world."

"Things are valued for their rarity. Those wealthy people buy them not for transportation, but for collection and showing off."

Liu Xiaoyu listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion.

But she understood one thing.

The world of the rich and the world of ordinary working people like her are completely different systems of logic.

The car drove smoothly on the inner ring elevated road.

Li Yichen was planning for tomorrow.

Liu Xiaoyu is going to report to the Liu Group tomorrow to take full control of the supervision of the 1.5 billion yuan fund.

The people in the Liu Group are all seasoned veterans who have been navigating the business world for many years.

Liu Xue is also a decisive and efficient female CEO.

In the business world, the first thing you notice about a person is their aura.

The clothes Liu Xiaoyu is wearing now are the old clothes she used to wear when she was sorting goods in the mall. They are faded from washing and have an outdated style.

If she wore this outfit to audit the Liu Group's accounts.

They simply couldn't maintain control.

Those executives may be polite on the surface, but they will definitely look down on her behind her back and may even tamper with the accounts to deceive her.

She must be dressed in the finest clothes.

People rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold plating.

This concerns absolute control of 1.5 billion yuan, and there is no room for carelessness.

An exit sign appears ahead.

Vientiane Mall.

Coincidentally, it was the very shopping mall where Liu Xiaoyu had just resigned today.

Li Yichen immediately turned on his right turn signal.

He slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel sharply to the right.

The Lamborghini Veneno drove off the elevated road via the ramp and headed towards MixC Mall.

Liu Xiaoyu stared blankly at the familiar street outside the window for a moment.

This isn't the way back to her house.

"Yichen".

She turned to look at Li Yichen.

"Aren't we going home? What are we doing at the mall?"

Li Yichen drove his car into the underground VIP parking lot of MixC Mall.

I found a spacious parking space and parked steadily.

The engine is turned off.

He turned his head and looked at Liu Xiaoyu.

He reached out and gently rubbed Liu Xiaoyu's head.

"You'll be starting work at the Liu Group tomorrow."

Li Yichen withdrew his hand.

"I'll take you to buy some clothes for work."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoyu waved her hands repeatedly.

"No need to buy it, no need to buy it!"

She refused hastily.

"I have a lot of clothes at home. I bought a few formal suits when I used to work in a shopping mall. I can still wear them after washing them."

She already owes Li Yichen a huge favor today. Not only has her brother's job been resolved, but she has also gotten a position managing 1.5 billion yuan.

How could she let Li Yichen spend money to buy her clothes?

Li Yichen shook his head.

Their attitude was very firm.

"no."

He looked into Liu Xiaoyu's eyes and emphasized the words he spoke.

"You are the person I sent to the Liu Group."

"Don't wear your old clothes anymore."

"You represent my reputation now. Understand?"

Li Yichen leaned back in his seat and continued to apply pressure.

"The accounts you'll be checking tomorrow are for 1.5 billion."

"If you dress too shabbily, what will the executives of the Liu Group think of you? They'll think you're a pushover who can be easily bullied."

"and."

He paused for a moment.

"You're working for me. It's only right that I take care of your work clothes."

"It's necessary for work. So, don't refuse."

These words are reasonable and well-founded.

This effectively shut down all of Liu Xiaoyu's excuses for refusing.

Liu Xiaoyu sat in the passenger seat and thought about it carefully.

That's definitely true.

Her old work clothes, which cost a little over a hundred yuan a set, were really inappropriate for wearing to such a large corporation.

We can't let Li Yichen down.

"it is good."

Liu Xiaoyu nodded and agreed.

Li Yichen pushed open the butterfly door and stepped out of the car.

Liu Xiaoyu also got off the bus.

The two walked side by side toward the direct elevator to the parking lot.

The elevator doors opened.

Li Yichen pressed the button for the first-floor luxury goods section.

The elevator ascended rapidly.

With a ding, we arrived at the first floor.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

Bright lights and huge posters of various international brands come into view.

Li Yichen stepped out of the elevator.

Liu Xiaoyu followed closely behind.

Directly in front of you is Chanel's huge glass shop window.