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

Li Yichen swiped his thumb across the phone screen. He opened the designated driver app. He entered the location of Tomson Riviera. He clicked to call.

Ten minutes later.

A folding electric scooter was parked on the side of the road.

The designated driver was wearing a blue vest and a safety helmet.

He folded the electric scooter neatly and carried it in his hand. He walked up to Li Yichen.

"Boss, is this the designated driver you called?" The young man was very polite.

"Yes." Li Yichen nodded.

"Boss, where did you park your car?" The young man looked around.

Li Yichen raised his right hand and pointed to the black Lamborghini Veneno a few meters away.

The young man looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

The eye is drawn to the exaggerated carbon fiber aerodynamic kit.

He froze on the spot.

The folding electric scooter he was carrying crashed onto the asphalt road with a loud bang.

The young man swallowed hard. His legs felt weak. He took two steps forward and walked around the car.

The bull logo on the front of the car reflected a cold light under the streetlights.

He's been a designated driver for three years. He's seen plenty of luxury cars in Shanghai. He's driven Ferraris and Rolls-Royces.

But this thing in front of me.

This is not a car that runs on the road at all.

These are artworks displayed in the exhibition hall for people to worship.

The Lamborghini Veneno. It cost over 100 million.

The young man stepped back in front of Li Yichen, shaking his head vigorously.

"Boss," the young man said, his voice dry, "why don't you choose another driver? I can't take this fare."

Li Yichen leaned against the car door.

My mind raced through the options. Calling someone again would take another ten minutes. That's too much of a waste of time. Giving a simple, guaranteed return would be the most effective solution.

"No need to replace it," Li Yichen said clearly. "You can drive as much as you want. If you scratch or scrape it, it's on me. You don't need to pay a single penny."

If this were said to a regular luxury car, the designated driver would accept it.

But the young man glanced at the all-carbon fiber body.

"Boss, please don't make things difficult for me." The young man clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly. "Your car is too expensive. If I sit in it, I won't even dare to touch the steering wheel, let alone drive it."

"If I really chip a piece of paint, even if you don't make me pay for it, I'll be traumatized for the rest of my life. The psychological pressure is too much."

The young man bent down and grabbed the folding electric scooter from the ground with lightning speed.

"Boss, I'm so sorry. I'll cancel the order right away."

They didn't give Li Yichen a chance to speak again.

The young man hopped on his electric scooter, twisted the throttle, and dashed into traffic as if fleeing for his life.

Li Yichen looked in the direction where the young man had disappeared.

He sighed.

The only option was to use my phone to place a new order through the app.

Five or six minutes passed.

The second designated driver arrived.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties. His skin was dark. He looked like a seasoned veteran.

"Boss, where's the car?" The middle-aged man parked his electric scooter and walked over.

Li Yichen pointed to the poison car again.

The middle-aged man's gaze swept over.

His previously relaxed face instantly tensed up.

He walked to the front of the car, bent down, and gestured with his hand less than a centimeter from the carbon fiber front lip.

"My God," the middle-aged man cursed. "The chassis is so low you can't even fit a pack of cigarettes in it."

He straightened up and turned to look at Li Yichen.

"Boss, I can't drive this car."

The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly. "This thing will scrape the undercarriage if it goes over a speed bump. I really can't handle it."

Li Yichen reiterated his promise. "It's okay. I'll cover any damage. Just keep driving."

The middle-aged man shook his head again.

"No, no." His attitude was extremely firm. "I recognize this car. Poison. A car worth tens or hundreds of millions."

"I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise. If something goes wrong, even selling me wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of a single tire."

"I can't afford this order."

The middle-aged man hopped on his electric scooter. He canceled the order directly on his phone and sped off.

Li Yichen stood by the roadside.

I'm completely speechless.

When he bought this car, he only considered how fun it would be to drive and how amazing its performance was.

There was absolutely no indication of the step of calling a designated driver after drinking.

The troubles of the wealthy are vividly portrayed at this moment.

The passersby who were still taking pictures grew even louder when they saw two designated drivers run away.

"See? Even designated drivers are afraid to take orders."

"Nonsense. Would you dare drive this car? If you hit it, three generations of your family would be stuck inside working to pay off the debt."

"This car owner is something else. Driving a car worth 100 million yuan out to eat barbecue. Now he's probably going to be stuck there forever."

Li Yichen ignored the sounds around him.

I walked to the curb and sat down.

I took out my phone and placed another order.

The third designated driver was a novice in his early twenties.

Wearing a brand new vest, he parked his car and walked over.

"Boss, which car is yours?" The novice driver looked around.

Li Yichen pointed to the poison.

The novice driver walked over and glanced at it.

"Boss, your Civic looks pretty cool after all." The novice driver even reached out and touched the hood. "That big rear wing, it must have cost several thousand, right?"

The onlookers burst into laughter.

"What the hell is a Civic?!" a man in a plaid shirt holding a DSLR camera yelled. "Hey buddy, go online and look up how much a Lamborghini Veneno costs. Don't embarrass yourself here."

The novice driver was taken aback for a moment.

I took out my phone. I typed those words into the search bar.

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

The novice driver's gaze fell on that long number.

"Clatter".

The phone fell directly onto the asphalt road. The screen cracked in two places.

He didn't even care about the phone being damaged. He bent down and picked it up.

She didn't even dare to look at Li Yichen again.

I hopped on my electric scooter and sped into the alley without looking back.

The next half hour.

The fourth. The fifth.

The scripts were remarkably consistent.

Even the fifth driver didn't cross the road. He saw the black behemoth surrounded by a crowd in the distance and immediately canceled the order on the app.

Li Yichen sat on the curb.

His suit trousers were covered in dust. He was too lazy to take a picture.

He looked at the designated driver platform.

I refuse to believe it.

Li Yichen emphasized his words. "Let's try one last time. If no one dares to open it again..."

He glanced at the black beast.

"I'll just leave you here tonight. I'll take a taxi home."

Tap the screen hard with your finger.

Place another order.

Two kilometers away.

In a slightly old alley.

A young man in his mid-twenties was riding a folding electric bicycle, speeding through the crowd.

The young man's name is Chu Feng.

This electric scooter has been modified. A mobile phone holder is fixed in the center of the handlebars.

He also had an action camera hanging around his neck.

He's a full-time designated driver and also a part-time outdoor livestreamer.

He amassed over 50,000 followers on live streaming platforms by encountering all sorts of eccentric customers and luxury cars while working as a chauffeur.

At this moment, the phone screen is lit up.

There were more than 500 people watching the live stream.

Chu Feng pedaled the pedals while loudly interacting with the phone screen.

"Family members! The Bund at midnight is a holy land for closing big deals!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Just dropped off a drunk guy, about to pick up another order. My earnings for today have already surpassed 500!"

The voice just fell.

The phone's system emitted a crisp notification sound.

A request-grabbing interface popped up on the screen.

Chu Feng immediately gripped the handlebars with one hand and tapped "Accept Order" on the screen with the other.

"See that?! They came right away!"

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow at the camera. "Two kilometers away. This location is definitely in the core area of ​​the Bund."

The comments started scrolling.

"Brother Feng is back with more work."

"In the Bund area, people who call for a designated driver in the middle of the night are either rich or powerful."

"Blind guess, it's the Corolla."

"Does the person upstairs even know the market? The starting price on the Bund is at least 56 billion."

Chu Feng looked at the comments section.

"Corolla? 56E?"

He chuckled. "Family members, broaden your perspective."

"In the Bund area, Maybachs are everywhere and Porsches are as common as dogs."

"If today's order is for a car worth less than one million, I'll do a live stream of myself washing my hair while doing a handstand!"

The live chat instantly became lively.

"Screenshot taken. Waiting for the streamer to wash his hair."

"One million? Do you think the Bund is full of your relatives?"

"If Brother Feng gets a Lamborghini or a Mazda, I'll just buy a Carnival."

Chu Feng saw this comment.

"You're a cow or a horse, huh? Okay! This guy called 'Old Wang Doesn't Sell Melons,' get your carnival ready!"

He gripped the handlebars tightly and pushed the electric bike to its maximum speed.

It's a two-kilometer journey. It took less than ten minutes to get there.

The navigation prompt sounded.

"Two hundred meters to the destination."

Chu Feng slowed down.

My gaze swept past the traffic ahead. I looked around.

The streetlights illuminated the street brightly.

He saw it from afar. A hundred meters away.

A person wearing a white shirt is sitting on the curb, holding a mobile phone.

There was a group of people surrounding it, taking pictures of something with their phones.

"Family members, did you see that?"

Chu Feng pointed ahead to the camera. "That guy sitting on the curb is probably our employer."

He adjusted the angle of the action camera on his neck, making sure the lens was pointing straight ahead.

"Let's go. Let's go see what kind of magical vehicle it is that has attracted so many people to watch."

Chu Feng's feet left the ground. The electric vehicle glided forward due to inertia.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

In the gaps between the onlookers.

A strikingly exaggerated black carbon fiber line caught Chu Feng's eye.

The car body was lowered to an extreme.

That extremely aggressive aerodynamic kit.

That enormous tail fin, which seemed capable of cutting through the air.

Chu Feng's breathing.

In that instant, everything came to a complete standstill.