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

The roar of the poison echoed downstairs in the residential area.

Li Yichen held the steering wheel with one hand.

The vibrations of the V12 engine are transmitted through the seat to the spine, providing an extremely realistic mechanical feedback.

He glanced at the time on the dial.

9:25 PM.

At this time, the hustle and bustle of Shanghai is just beginning.

He turned the steering wheel, and the car turned around.

The black, streamlined car body left a cold, afterimage under the streetlights.

He plans to go to the Bund.

When he used to deliver food, the Bund was the place he knew best but also the place that gave him the most headaches.

The road conditions there are complicated, and the population is dense.

In order to increase his chances of being on time by those few minutes, he rode his electric scooter through those narrow alleys countless times.

At that time, he was there to pick up food.

Now, he's doing this for food.

He remembered a barbecue stall in an old street behind the Bund that had really good food.

In the past, when he was tired from running errands, he would occasionally splurge on a few skewers of mutton and sit by the roadside looking at the Oriental Pearl Tower in the distance.

The spicy cumin flavor and the cold, cheap beer were his best comfort during that period of his life.

After half an hour.

A black Lamborghini Veneno appeared on the main road of the Bund.

The moment this extremely flamboyant top-of-the-line supercar appeared, it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

A low-slung chassis and a huge rear wing.

Under the lights at night, it looks like a black behemoth crawling out of the deep sea.

The surrounding vehicles slowed down.

No one dared to approach this moving "one hundred million".

Even taxis that usually drive recklessly became extremely docile at this moment, voluntarily maintaining a safe distance of more than five meters.

Li Yichen found an empty spot on the roadside.

The engine is turned off.

The butterfly door flips up.

He stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

The collar of the white shirt was slightly open, giving off a casual vibe.

"Holy crap, that's poison!"

Several stylishly dressed young people stopped by the roadside.

One of them was holding a camera and was originally taking pictures of the buildings across the street, but now the lens was pointed directly at Li Yichen.

"It really is a Veneno! Only a handful were ever made worldwide, and I actually saw one in Shanghai!"

"That guy driving is way too young! Is he some super-rich second-generation heir?"

"He's quite handsome, but his demeanor doesn't seem like that of those spoiled rich kids who only know how to go to bars. He seems quite composed."

Discussions rose and fell.

Li Yichen ignored all of this.

He tucked his car keys into his pocket and headed straight for the bustling food street.

The ground in the old street was a bit greasy.

The stalls on both sides emitted billowing white smoke, and the aroma mingled in the air.

This is like a completely different world from the grand and upscale Bund outside.

Li Yichen turned into an alley as if he knew the way well.

At the end, the stall with the sign "Old Wang's Barbecue" was bustling with activity.

The boss is a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He was shirtless, with a towel around his neck, and skillfully flipping dozens of skewers of mutton in his hands.

The charcoal fire flickered on and off.

The oil dripped onto the charcoal, making a sizzling sound and releasing a rich, caramelized aroma.

Li Yichen walked up to the stall.

"Boss, ten skewers of lamb, five large kidneys, and one serving of grilled fish."

His voice was steady.

Old Wang, who was busy and sweating profusely, looked up and glanced at it.

He was stunned for a moment.

Then a smile appeared on that weathered face.

"Hey, Little Li?"

Old Wang wiped the sweat from his brow.

He sized up Li Yichen.

The shirt looks like it's made of high-quality material, and the energy and spirit he exudes are completely different from the young man who used to wear a yellow delivery uniform.

"Long time no see! You've struck it rich?"

Li Yichen pulled out a slightly wobbly plastic stool and sat down.

"I'm doing alright."

He smiled but didn't explain further.

"Give me another bottle of ice-cold beer."

Old Wang responded and pulled a green bottle of beer from the freezer next to him.

With a "bang".

The bottle cap flew off.

White foam overflowed from the bottle opening.

Li Yichen reached out and took the bottle, then took a sip.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, taking away a trace of the early autumn heat.

"Please have a seat, it'll be ready soon!"

Old Wang shouted, and fanned himself even more vigorously.

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair.

The surrounding area was full of young couples or white-collar workers who had just finished get off work.

Everyone was talking and laughing loudly, playing drinking games, and drinking in this small space.

This real noise made him feel much more comfortable than staying in that eight-hundred-million-dollar villa.

Just then.

A crisp guitar sound came from behind.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded very clean in a noisy environment.

Li Yichen turned his head.

A few meters away, next to a stall.

A girl is looking down, her fingers plucking the strings of a violin.

She was wearing a slightly faded plaid shirt, and her jeans had several noticeable frayed areas.

Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail and hung down the back of her head.

The most striking thing is...

She carried a child on her back in a large cloth bag.

The child looked to be only four or five years old.

He was sleeping soundly, nestled on the girl's shoulder.

The small hand gripped the girl's collar tightly.

The girl gently swayed her body to comfort the child while singing to the group of guests drinking at the next table.

She was singing a very old folk song.

Her voice has a unique quality, unlike those of professionally trained singers, but more like a sincerity honed by life.

Li Yichen's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air.

He looked at the figure carrying the child on his back.

In a place like Shanghai, there are many people who busk.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone carrying a child while busking.

The child was sleeping in the noisy barbecue stall, clearly having gotten used to the environment.

The guests at that table had clearly drunk quite a bit.

One of the fat men waved his hand, took out some change from his pocket, and threw it into the violin case in front of the girl.

The girl stopped what she was doing.

He bent down and picked up the money from the violin case.

He bowed deeply to the guest.

"Thank you, boss."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Then, carrying her guitar, she carefully walked around the crowded tables and chairs towards Li Yichen.

Li Yichen looked away.

I poured myself a glass of wine.

He wondered what this girl had gone through.

Judging by his age, he's at most twenty-four or twenty-five.

At this age, one should be drinking coffee in an office building or dating on a university campus.

Instead of carrying their children on their backs and making a living in the smoky night market.

The footsteps stopped behind him.

"Handsome, would you like to request a song?"

The girl's voice rang out again.

Close at hand.

Li Yichen turned his head.

This time, he saw the girl's face clearly.

His hand paused slightly.

Stunning.

That was the first word that popped into his head.

The girl's features were extremely delicate.

Even without any makeup, she looked somewhat haggard due to long-term fatigue.

But that kind of inherent talent can't be hidden.

A high, straight nose and a smooth, well-defined jawline.

Especially those clear, bright eyes.

There was no sense of humility in it, but rather a light of extreme resilience.

With looks like that, if she were in the entertainment industry, she would definitely be considered a top-tier young actress.

But at this moment, she was carrying a child on her back, standing next to a greasy barbecue stall.

This stark contrast stirred a strange feeling within Li Yichen.

What songs can you sing?

Li Yichen put down his wine glass.

He did not show any condescending pity; his tone was flat.

When Li Yichen spoke to her, a faint smile appeared on the girl's pale face.

She lifted the guitar on her back.

They moved very gently, afraid of waking the child on their back.

"I know quite a lot."

The girl answered softly.

"Pop, folk, old songs are all fine. Just tell me the name, and I can probably sing them all."

Li Yichen looked at her.

My gaze fell on the cloth bag on her back.

The child smacked his lips in his sleep.

The girl noticed, and with her left hand behind her back, she gently patted the cloth bag.

Their movements were so skillful it was heartbreaking.

"I don't know what to listen to."

Li Yichen leaned back in the plastic chair.

He pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket.

This is what he casually stuffed into his pocket before leaving the house; it probably contains several thousand yuan.

He pulled out a red 100-yuan bill and put it directly into the girl's violin case.

The girl paused for a moment when she saw the hundred-yuan bill.

When you sing here, most people only give you ten or twenty yuan.

It's rare to get a hundred directly.

She quickly bent down.

"Thank you, boss, thank you."

Sing one of your best songs.

Li Yichen pointed to the empty seat opposite him.

"Singing while sitting."

The girl hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at Li Yichen, then looked at the surrounding environment.

"No need, boss, I can sing standing up, it won't be a problem."

She clearly didn't want to cause trouble for her guests.

She readjusted her guitar position.

Fingers pressed on the strings.

I took a deep breath.

Just about to speak.

Just then.

Suddenly, a piercing sound of a bottle shattering came from the next table.

"Damn it, what kind of crap is that?! It's so depressing!"

A man with dyed blond hair stood up unsteadily.

His face turned bright red as he pointed at the girl's nose.

"Bringing a bastard child out to busk, what are you pretending to be pitiful for?"

"I came here to eat, not to listen to your mourning!"

"Get out of here!"

The girl froze.

The hand that was about to pluck the strings trembled slightly.

She lowered her head.

There was no rebuttal.

He simply put away his guitar silently, preparing to turn and leave.

This was clearly not the first time she had experienced such humiliation.

Li Yichen sat in his seat.

There were no extra emotional fluctuations on his face.

He raised his right hand.

Two fingers precisely gripped the girl's guitar strap.

The girl was forced to stop.

She turned her head and looked at Li Yichen with some confusion.

"You've taken the money."

Li Yichen spoke clearly, and his voice carried steadily through the noisy barbecue stall.

"The song hasn't been sung yet."

"Who gave you permission to leave?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The diners at the surrounding tables immediately fell silent.

All eyes were drawn to this table.

Everyone could see that the blond guy was drunk and looking for trouble. At this point, everyone was trying to avoid him, but this young man in the white shirt actually dared to force the girl to stay and sing.

Isn't this a clear indication that they're going against Huang Mao?

The girl visibly flinched.

"Boss."

She lowered her voice, her tone pleading.

"I'll give you your money back. I can't sing this song today. Don't mess with them; they're drunk and capable of anything."

She reached into her pocket, intending to take out the hundred-yuan bill.

Li Yichen did not let go.

The mental model was rapidly unfolding in his mind.

The three drunkards were unsteady on their feet and could barely stand.

If he really wanted to fight, given his stated physical abilities, he could put them all on the ground within five seconds.

He didn't want to shed blood in this bustling, lively place unless absolutely necessary.

He didn't want to scare the child sleeping on the girl's back. But that doesn't mean he was a pushover.

"sit down."

Li Yichen pointed to the empty chair opposite him.

A commanding tone.

There is no room for argument.

The girl stood frozen in place, caught in a dilemma.

The blond guy at the next table completely lost it.

He kicked over the plastic chair in front of him.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Who do you think you are?

The blond-haired man, carrying a broken beer bottle, staggered up to Li Yichen.

Sharp shards of glass were pointed directly at Li Yichen's nose.

"I told her to get lost, and you fucking told her to sit down?"

"What are you doing, playing the hero saving the damsel in distress?"

"Believe it or not, I'll crack this bottle open and make sure you leave here straddling a hill!"

The other two men at the same table as the blond-haired guy also stood up.

One of them was bald, with half of his tattoo showing on his neck.

The bald man walked to Li Yichen's side, grabbed a beer bottle from the table, and weighed it in his hand a couple of times.

"Hey kid, you're dressed like a proper gentleman, you must be from out of town, right?"

The bald man looked Li Yichen up and down with disdain.

"Do you know who Brother Huang is affiliated with around here?"

"How dare you meddle in other people's business? Don't you even know your own limitations!"

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The barbecue stall owner, Lao Wang, was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together. He wanted to step forward and dissuade them, but he was also wary of the half-sharp bottle.

The surrounding diners quickly stepped back, afraid of getting splattered with blood.

Li Yichen remained seated in his chair, without even changing his posture.

He looked at the arrogant blond-haired man and the bald man in front of him.

"You have three seconds."

Li Yichen speaks slowly and deliberately.

"Put the bottle down and apologize to her."

"Then, get off this street."

The blond-haired man froze for half a second.

He then burst into extremely exaggerated, maniacal laughter.

He turned to look at the bald man, his finger tapping randomly in the air.

"Did you hear that? He told me to apologize? And he told me to get lost?"

The bald man also chuckled.

"This kid's probably lost his mind."

The bald man slammed the beer bottle heavily onto the table.

"Kid, I'm going to see how you're going to get us out of here today!"