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

Chu Feng's gaze was fixed on that black performance beast.

His Adam's apple slid up and down with difficulty.

At that very second, an extremely strange break appeared in the live stream's chat.

There were over 500 people, but the screen was completely blank; there wasn't a single message.

Followed by.

The screen exploded with comments.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?!"

"Poison! A living Lamborghini Veneno!"

"Brother Feng, don't tell me this is the order you took!"

"One hundred million! If even a tiny scratch of paint gets off, Brother Feng, you'll be working there for the rest of your life!"

Chu Feng's palms, gripping the handlebars of the electric scooter, were covered in sweat.

He glanced at the rapidly scrolling comments on the screen.

Gan chuckled.

"Brothers," Chu Feng's voice was weak. "This bike is most likely the one on this order."

He pointed around.

"Aside from this black 'Zufeng' (a type of electric scooter), there isn't even a four-wheeled 'old man's car' (another type of electric scooter) on this side of the road."

"Hey you, 'Old Wang Doesn't Sell Melons,' this car isn't just a beast of burden, it's the absolute best of the best. You can skip the carnival; nobody could have guessed this grand prize."

On the curb.

Li Yichen stood up and dusted off his suit trousers.

My gaze fell on the young man pushing an electric scooter with an action camera hanging around his neck.

He raised his right hand and waved it twice.

"Designated driver," Li Yichen said.

Chu Feng braced himself with both feet on the ground, and the electric scooter slowly glided past.

It stopped in front of Li Yichen.

"Hello, boss." Chu Feng bowed slightly, his attitude extremely polite. "Did you call this designated driver?"

Li Yichen nodded.

He gestured with his chin toward the poison car.

"Do you dare to drive it?"

These four words came crashing down.

Chu Feng instinctively wanted to shake his head.

What a joke.

Although he had driven a Maybach and touched a Ferrari.

But those cars, at most, only cost a few million or tens of millions.

This thing in front of me costs a hundred million. It has a full carbon fiber body.

This isn't a car at all; it's a mobile penthouse duplex in Tomson Riviera.

If he were to get hurt, he could never afford to pay for it, not even in his next life.

Li Yichen watched Chu Feng shrink back.

I immediately sensed something was wrong.

This is the sixth one already.

If he runs away again, he'll really have to leave his car here and take a taxi home tonight.

We must completely eliminate any concerns the other party may have.

"Brother." Li Yichen took a step forward. "Don't be so quick to refuse."

He pointed to the action camera on Chu Feng's neck.

"You're recording this, aren't you?"

"Let me be honest with you. You're the sixth designated driver I've called tonight."

"The first five didn't even dare to touch the car door before they ran away."

Li Yichen stared directly at Chu Feng.

"If you run again, I'll have to leave the car here."

"You have some confidence in your skills. Even if we take a step back..."

He emphasized the force of his enunciation.

"If it's really bumped or bruised, it's on me. You don't need to pay a single penny. You're recording this on camera, so I mean what I say."

Chu Feng heard this.

My heart skipped a beat.

Disclaimer.

Having worked as a designated driver for so long, he's definitely bolder than most of his peers. He can drive a Rolls-Royce worth millions with remarkable ease.

He glanced down at the phone screen fixed to the handlebars.

Online users: 2150.

The numbers are still skyrocketing.

The barrage of comments was dense, all encouraging and urging.

"Brother Feng, go for it! With the boss saying that, what are you afraid of!"

"You're bragging about poison until you're eighty!"

"If you dare to do it, streamer, I'll immediately send you ten rockets!"

Chu Feng's mind raced.

In the era of internet traffic, this poison car is a super traffic pool.

If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another chance to hold a steering wheel in your lifetime.

Fortune favors the bold.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

"Okay! Boss, I'll take this order!"

Li Yichen breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, someone with guts!

He took the black car key out of his pocket and handed it over.

Chu Feng accepted it with both hands. His palms were still sweating.

He turned around and pushed his folding electric scooter to the side of the road.

The front trunk of the Poison truck is pitifully small; it can't even fit a helmet, let alone an electric scooter.

Chu Feng took out a heavy iron chain lock and firmly locked the electric bike to the lamppost.

Then.

He walked to the driver's seat.

My finger touched the car door switch.

With a gentle pull.

The black carbon fiber butterfly door flips upwards.

Chu Feng bent down and carefully squeezed himself into the hard racing seat.

He reached out and pulled down the car door.

Fasten the red four-point seatbelt.

He took his phone off the holder and wedged it into a gap in the center console.

The number of people online on the screen.

It has surpassed 10,000.

The comments section went completely crazy.

"Holy crap! They're in!"

"Feng Ge is awesome! He really made it up there!"

"Quick, quick! Turn the camera around! I want to see the interior of the Poison!"

"What does a sports car worth 100 million actually look like inside? Is it all genuine leather and diamonds?"

"Please show me the interior! +10086!"

Chu Feng looked at the screen full of requests.

The movement froze.

This car doesn't belong to him. He's just a designated driver.

The boss kindly exempted him from liability and let him drive, but if he goes too far and takes pictures of other people's cars with his phone...

That's incredibly disrespectful of the rules.

If he angers the boss, he might be kicked out of the business, and all this windfall would be gone.

The passenger side door opened.

Li Yichen sat down.

Pull down the car door.

The space inside the carriage was extremely cramped.

Li Yichen turned his head. His gaze swept over Chu Feng's phone, which was stuck on the center console.

The scrolling text on the screen was so fast that the words were illegible.

"Blogger?" Li Yichen leaned back in his carbon fiber chair, speaking steadily.

Chu Feng tensed up. He quickly nodded.

"Boss, it's part-time, part-time." He spoke very quickly, with an apologetic tone. "I just broadcast a little bit while I'm driving for hire, to earn some extra money."

He reached out to grab his phone.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll turn off the live stream right now. I absolutely won't film your privacy."

"No need to turn it off." Li Yichen raised his hand and blocked it.

He looked at the barrage of comments on the screen, all saying "Look at the interior."

He chuckled softly.

"Do your fans want to see the interior?"

Chu Feng's hand froze in mid-air. He gave an awkward laugh.

"Yes... netizens have never seen such a fantastic car before, and they are all quite curious."

Li Yichen tapped his fingers twice on the carbon fiber door panel.

"Let them see if they want to."

He generously delegated authority.

"But you have to give them a heads-up."

Li Yichen looked around the carriage.

"This car isn't as luxurious as they thought."

"Besides having a catchy name and being fast, there's not even a radio inside."

"It's all stiff carbon fiber and suede. At best, it's like the basic interior decoration of a bare-bones apartment."

"It's extremely uncomfortable. My back hurts after driving it for a while."

Chu Feng heard Li Yichen's words.

The breath in my chest finally eased completely.

This tycoon, who drives a sports car worth 100 million, has an unusually good temper.

She has no airs at all.

"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

Chu Feng picked up his phone.

"Brothers, the boss has spoken! Today he'll show you what's what!"

He flipped the phone camera upside down.

It was aimed at the interior of the carriage.

The camera moves slowly.

There is no large area of ​​genuine leather covering.

There is no large LCD touch screen.

There is no starry sky ceiling.

Everywhere you look, there are black and gray carbon fiber textures.

Exposed screws.

An extremely rudimentary center console.

Even the doorknob is a red pull cord.

The chat in the live stream paused briefly again.

Then.

A bold red bullet screen scrolled across the center of the screen.

"They spent a hundred million to buy this piece of junk?!"