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

Directly ahead, the Chanel shop window is brightly lit.

Li Yichen stepped inside. Liu Xiaoyu followed behind, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet—she used to only dare to pass by this place, where a single piece of clothing could cost her several months' salary.

"Welcome to Chanel." Two sales assistants approached, their eyes quickly scanning Li Yichen. He was wearing an ordinary white shirt, but the Patek Philippe on his wrist was clearly visible. The sales assistants' eyes were sharper than security scanners, and their attitude instantly switched from polite to obsequious.

"Get her a few sets of formal business attire, and a few sets of everyday clothes." Li Yichen pointed to Liu Xiaoyu. "You can check the sizes yourselves."

The sales assistant nodded and turned to pick out clothes. Liu Xiaoyu tugged at Li Yichen's sleeve and whispered, "Yichen, this place is too expensive. Let's go to another store; a few hundred yuan would be fine."

Li Yichen turned his head: "Tomorrow you go to the Liu Group, facing a group of executives with assets worth tens of millions. Wearing clothes worth a few hundred yuan won't make you stand out. They'll manipulate the accounts to fool you. This is an investment in your career."

The reasoning was impeccable. Liu Xiaoyu swallowed the rest of her words.

The next hour was a shopping spree. Chanel, Dior, Prada—as long as Liu Xiaoyu tried on clothes and the size was right, Li Yichen didn't even look at the price and just told her to buy them all. Standing in front of the fitting room mirror, Liu Xiaoyu looked at herself in a haute couture business suit, exuding a capable aura, and she almost didn't recognize herself.

Li Yichen sat on the sofa, took out his card, and said, "Swipe the card."

The POS machine printed out the bill. Liu Xiaoyu glanced at the number—one million nine hundred and eighty thousand. Her heart skipped a beat. Two million, gone in an hour.

"That's enough, that's enough." Liu Xiaoyu looked at the pile of bags on the ground. "If we buy any more, we won't be able to fit them all in our house."

Li Yichen took back the black card: "Okay, let's buy these clothes first." He turned to the sales assistant and said, "Leave the items here for now, I'll come back for them later." Then he turned and walked out of the store. Liu Xiaoyu quickly followed.

The two took the escalator to the third-floor watch section. Li Yichen went straight into Vacheron Constantin.

The sales clerk immediately came forward. Li Yichen pulled Liu Xiaoyu to the front: "Do you have a watch that would suit her? Something simple for work commuting."

The sales assistant immediately understood: "Yes, sir, we have several women's watches from the Overseas series here." She turned and walked towards the display case.

Liu Xiaoyu panicked: "Yichen, I don't want the watch! The clothes already cost two million, I can't—"

Li Yichen raised his hand and gently patted her head: "Wearing clothes worth two million, and a digital watch on your wrist, which shows '3888 steps today,' is that appropriate? Without a decent watch, people will still look down on you."

It was for work again. Liu Xiaoyu was speechless.

The sales clerk brought over a tray with five or six women's watches on it. Li Yichen picked up a silver stainless steel watch and pulled Liu Xiaoyu's hand to put it on her wrist. The watch face fit snugly on her wrist, and a ring of small diamonds refracted a soft light under the lamp, instantly elevating his aura.

"This is it." Li Yichen made the decision.

The sales clerk was secretly delighted: "Sir, you have excellent taste. This watch has a list price of 800,000 RMB."

Eight hundred thousand. Liu Xiaoyu gasped.

Li Yichen didn't even blink: "Help her adjust the watch strap and set the time."

The sales clerk nodded excitedly and immediately began working. Taking advantage of this break, Li Yichen looked around the store. His gaze swept over a standalone display case, and he stopped—in the center of the case was a watch with an 18K pink gold case, an openwork design, and the gears and mechanical structure were clearly visible, exuding an extremely understated mechanical beauty.

"Take this out and let me see it."

The shop assistant approached, followed his gaze, and paused for a moment. She took out her keys, opened the display case, and carefully placed the watch stand on a cushion. "Sir," she said, "you may admire it up close."

Li Yichen picked up the watch; it felt heavy, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became. "Wrap it up; I'll take this one."

The sales clerk froze. He hadn't even asked the price? She swallowed hard. "Sir, this is our store's prized possession, an ultra-thin perpetual calendar with intricate carvings. Its current list price is 8.2 million RMB."

She waited to see Li Yichen's reaction. However, Li Yichen's facial muscles didn't twitch at all—to him, eight million two hundred thousand was no different from eighty-two yuan. He simply raised his left hand, unfastened his watch, and casually took off the Patek Philippe GMT-Master II he always wore, placing it on the counter with a "click."

"Help me put on my new watch."

The saleswoman's gaze was fixed on that Patek Philippe. Green bezel, black dial—she recognized it even if she were ashes—the list price plus any additional accessories would easily exceed ten million. A ten-million-dollar watch was simply tossed casually onto the glass counter, without even a cushion.

Her mind went blank. The young man in the white shirt in front of her was a super-capital tycoon who treated multi-million dollar watches as everyday consumables.

"Okay...okay, sir!" Her voice changed, and she carefully picked up the 8.2 million watch with both hands, fastened it to Li Yichen's wrist, and the size was just right.

Li Yichen glanced at the time on his wrist, then pointed to the old watch on the counter: "Put it in the watch box."

The salesperson immediately and carefully placed the multi-million dollar Patek Philippe into the mahogany watch box and put it into a handbag.

Liu Xiaoyu watched the whole thing. She didn't know how much the old watch was worth, but she clearly heard the price of the new watch—eight million two hundred thousand. Adding the eight hundred thousand watch on her wrist, the watch alone cost nine million, plus the two million for the clothes, she had spent over ten million that afternoon. Her concept of money was shattered once again.

"Check, please." Li Yichen handed over the black card.

The clerk jogged to the cashier. "Beep—" Transaction successful, nine million was transferred directly.

The clerk returned with the black card and receipt in both hands, bowing at a 90-degree angle: "Mr. Li, the total is nine million yuan."

Li Yichen put away the card, didn't even glance at the receipt, and turned to Liu Xiaoyu, saying, "Let's go."

He strode out of the boutique. Liu Xiaoyu, carrying the handbag containing the multi-million dollar Patek Philippe, quickly followed behind. The sales clerk stood at the door, bowing, until the two disappeared at the escalator, then straightened up, her shirt soaked with cold sweat—the commission was enough for her to live on for three years, but she never wanted to experience that oppressive feeling again.

On the first floor of the mall, Li Yichen took Liu Xiaoyu back to the Chanel boutique and asked the sales assistant to take all the shopping bags to the underground VIP parking lot.

When the sales assistants saw the black Lamborghini Veneno, they all stopped in their tracks—a supercar worth over a hundred million yuan, there are only a handful in the whole country. No wonder they spent two million without batting an eye. The two carefully stuffed the bags into the cramped luggage compartment, and Liu Xiaoyu held the rest in her arms.

With a roar of engines, Poison drove out of the mall.

Inside the car, Liu Xiaoyu was carrying several shopping bags, wearing a Vacheron Constantin watch worth 800,000 yuan on her wrist, and had a handbag on her lap. She turned to look at Li Yichen, who was driving: "Yichen, you bought me so many things today. When I go to Liu's Group tomorrow, I will keep a close eye on that 1.5 billion yuan and absolutely not let anyone touch a single penny."

Li Yichen nodded: "Remember, you're there to oversee the funds, not to work for them. If anyone dares to tamper with the accounts, call me directly, and I'll handle it."

Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs in Liu Xiaoyu's apartment complex. Liu Xiaoyu opened the car door, took the shopping bags out one by one, and waved from outside the car: "Yichen, drive carefully on your way back."

"Okay, I understand. Just report to Liu's Group tomorrow morning." Li Yichen said this and opened the car door. The Poison made a U-turn and drove out of the residential area. The taillights flashed twice in the night before disappearing around the street corner.

Liu Xiaoyu, carrying a mountain of luxury goods bags, stood under the streetlight for a while, glanced down at her watch, and muttered under her breath, "This guy." Then, in her high heels, she walked unsteadily into the stairwell.