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

"Eighty-eight thousand."

The waiter pronounced the last three words very clearly, his eyes fixed on Li Yichen.

Li Yichen was cutting the Wagyu beef on his plate when he paused for less than half a second without even looking up.

"Put it here."

The waiter was taken aback.

She had hoped that her words would at least elicit a moment of hesitation, a swallowing motion, or a "I'll think about it some more."

There was nothing there.

Just three words—put it here.

It's like ordering a bottle of mineral water.

The waiter placed the wine on the table, poured about half a glass, and took two steps back. He didn't say anything, but his steps slowed down, and he kept glancing this way out of the corner of his eye.

Li Yichen picked up his wine glass, swirled it a couple of times, and took a sip.

Is it good? To be honest, he couldn't really taste the vintage, the oak barrels, or the tannins. But it did have a unique, indescribable richness on his palate, completely different from the 28-yuan red wine he used to buy at the convenience store.

For a bottle that costs 88,000 yuan, the taste is indeed quite good.

Yes, expensive things taste better.

Li Yichen poured himself another half glass and began slicing the lobster as he drank. The aroma of garlic mingled with the lingering aftertaste of the red wine, swirling in his mouth as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

comfortable.

This feeling is so unfamiliar.

For the first time in 24 years, I'm sitting in a place like this, eating this kind of food, and drinking this kind of wine, without having to take out my phone to count how many takeout orders are left.

I heard a soft patter of footsteps behind me.

It wasn't the waiter's footsteps—waiters wear flat shoes and walk almost silently. These footsteps had a slight clatter like high heels clicking on the floor, the rhythm wasn't fast, but the direction was clear: they were coming this way.

"Hello, sir."

A girl's voice came from behind, about a meter away.

"I'm a street interviewer. May I ask you a question?"

Li Yichen chewed on lobster meat, casually wiped his mouth with a napkin, and turned away.

The girl stood two steps away, holding a selfie stick in her left hand with her phone propped up on it, screen facing outwards. She had her hair tied in a low ponytail, wearing a short, off-white down jacket, paired with jeans and ankle boots.

Her face was small, with features squeezed together, but in just the right proportions. She had a pointed chin, a straight nose, and round, bright eyes.

Pretty.

This was the first word that popped into Li Yichen's mind.

The second word is—

and many more.

He stared at that face for two seconds.

The arch of the eyebrows, the slightly upturned angle of the tip of the nose, and the almost invisible mole on the left cheek when smiling.

These details simultaneously surged up from the depths of my memory.

"Xiao Yuqing?"

When the name came out, Li Yichen was stunned for a moment.

The girl opposite him shook her hand holding the selfie stick, and her eyes widened suddenly.

"You... Li Yichen?"

Li Yichen threw the napkin on the table, leaned back in his chair, and unconsciously grinned.

They were college classmates. More than just classmates, they were deskmates for a semester when they were grouped together in their sophomore year. She would always sneakily eat potato chips in class, and he would keep watch for her. The night before the final exam, she cried in the library, and he bought her a hot cocoa.

After graduation, the two barely even chatted on WeChat.

It's been two whole years since we last met.

Xiao Yuqing realized what was happening and lowered the selfie stick a little.

"It really is you? What are you doing here?"

Her gaze swept quickly around the table—truffle Wagyu beef, garlic lobster, foie gras, and a bottle of Lafite that was still more than half full.

This table of food must cost at least 100,000.

Li Yichen didn't answer her question. Instead, he stood up and pulled out the chair next to him.

"Sit down. It's been two years since we last met, and you're still standing to talk?"

Xiao Yuqing hesitated for a moment.

"That's not a good idea, I'm still live-streaming..."

Li Yichen glanced at her phone screen; the comments were scrolling up rapidly, making it difficult to read the specific content.

"What's wrong with a live stream? We're old classmates, it would be too formal for you to refuse."

He spoke casually, but Xiao Yuqing could hear the sincerity in his voice. She bit her lower lip, adjusted the selfie stick, and sat down opposite Li Yichen.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

"Want a drink?" Li Yichen had already picked up the bottle of Lafite.

Xiao Yuqing nodded.

Li Yichen stood up, poured a little less than half a cup into the glass in front of her, and casually asked a question as he poured.

"By the way, what question did you say you wanted to ask me? I didn't hear you clearly."

Xiao Yuqing took the wine glass and took a small sip.

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a warm sensation rose from her stomach, and her cheeks flushed slightly. She glanced at her phone screen; the live chat was almost entirely filled with the same question—

"Ask him! Ask him!"

"Quickly, start the interview!"

"This guy looks rich!"

Xiao Yuqing cleared her throat and tilted her phone towards Li Yichen.

"Um... a fan in the live stream wanted me to ask—if you had a million in your account, what would you do with it?"

The moment she said it, she herself felt that there was nothing wrong with the question.

After all, one million is a large number for most people.

Li Yichen paused for a moment while eating the lobster meat.

One million?

He put down his knife and fork, subconsciously took out his phone, and opened his bank app.

It wasn't to answer the question, but rather because for a split second, a thought flashed through his mind—one million? Could there be something wrong with my account?

The page loads, and the string of numbers lies quietly on the screen.

2,928,641,073.22

Li Yichen started counting from the last digit on his fingers.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions—

100 million.

2.9 billion.

It's still there. Not a penny less.

He let out a long sigh and patted his chest.

He was startled by Xiao Yuqing's question; he thought he'd gone back to square one, with only a million left in his account. That would have driven him crazy.

Xiao Yuqing sat opposite him, watching Li Yichen take out his phone without saying a word, pointing at the screen and muttering something under his breath. She wondered to herself, "What is this guy doing?"

Curiosity, especially in front of old classmates, is something that's impossible to suppress.

She unconsciously leaned halfway up her chair, stretched her neck forward, and looked past the dishes on the table to Li Yichen's phone screen.

I only glanced at it.

One glance is enough.

The number on the screen started with 2, followed by a long string of zeros, so long that she couldn't count them all.

But she heard the word "hundred million" clearly the moment it came out of Li Yichen's mouth.

Xiao Yuqing's body froze in the half-leaning position, her mind going blank.

She slowly sat back down in her chair, her hands resting on the edge of the table, her fingertips numb.

The question from before—"What if you had a million dollars?"—has turned into a huge, suffocating joke in the blink of an eye.

Ask someone with over two billion in their bank account, "What would you do if you had a million?"

It's like running up to Wang Sicong and asking, "If you had two thousand yuan in pocket money, how would you spend it?"

Xiao Yuqing's face went from slightly flushed to bright red.

She wished she could swallow back every single word she had just uttered.

Li Yichen also came to his senses.

He noticed that Xiao Yuqing had leaned over to look at his phone screen earlier. Looking at her current expression—her face flushed red to her ears, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes darting around, avoiding his gaze.

Well, we've been seen.

The two stared at each other for half a second, the air so quiet you could hear the sound of steak being cut at the next table.

Li Yichen couldn't hold on any longer. He coughed and flipped his phone face down on the table.

"Um... to answer your question."

He cleared his throat and solemnly held up one finger.

"Miss Xiao, if I had a million, I'd definitely buy a car first. The rest, I'd use as a down payment on a house. What do you think of this plan?"

Xiao Yuqing paused for two seconds, then couldn't help but laugh.

That kind of laughter was tinged with embarrassment, helplessness, and a sense of "you're kidding me"—a bittersweet feeling.

"Li Yichen, could you please stop teasing me..."

She took half a step forward, squinting as she looked Li Yichen up and down.

"Little Li".

This was the nickname she gave him back in college.

"How come I never realized you were a super-rich kid back in college? You've fooled everyone!"

She held up one finger and waved it in front of Li Yichen.

"Tell me, how do you plan to make it up to me?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yichen nearly tilted the wine glass he had just picked up.

rich second generation?

Images of his food delivery work over the past two years flashed through his mind—his fingers were frozen numb from riding an electric scooter in the dead of winter, and his back peeled three layers of skin from sunburn in the sweltering summer, all while desperately rushing to make ends meet for a three-yuan late delivery fine.

This isn't the life of a rich kid; it's the life of a beast of burden.

But there's no way to explain this.

You can't exactly tell people, "I just got a system yesterday, then traveled back to 2016 and bought over 4,000 Bitcoins, and cashed out 3 billion today," can you?

After hearing this, it would be strange if Xiao Yuqing didn't call the police.

Li Yichen shrugged, picked up his wine glass, and swirled it around casually a couple of times.

"Beautiful Xiao, I'm not lying to you. I'm really not some rich kid. I just did some investments in the two years since I graduated. I was lucky and made a little money."

Small amount of money.

Two billion is a small amount of money.

Xiao Yuqing stared at Li Yichen's face for a long time without blinking.

He's not a rich kid. In other words, he amassed a fortune of over 100 million yuan on his own in just two years since graduation.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

"What kind of investments do you make?"

Li Yichen picked up a piece of foie gras, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

"Virtual currency".

Xiao Yuqing's wine glass froze in mid-air, the comments on her phone screen going wild—

"Holy crap, how much did this guy cost???"

"Did you just see something, anchor? Why is your face so red?"

Nine figures??? Ladies, am I seeing things???

"A cryptocurrency tycoon??? I'm in awe!"

Xiao Yuqing stood frozen in place, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face, while the barrage of comments continued to climb.

Meanwhile, Li Yichen, sitting opposite her, was holding the bottle of Lafite worth 88,000 yuan, pouring himself another glass, tilting his head back, and downing it in one gulp.