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

Bold red bullet comments floated across the center of the screen.

Chu Feng's back muscles tensed instantly. His phone almost slipped off its holder. This was right in front of the car owner, belittling someone's top-of-the-line supercar, worth a hundred million, into something worthless.

Chu Feng quickly reached out and pressed the phone screen down.

"Boss," Chu Feng chuckled dryly, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead. "It's just netizens making things up. These people are used to typing on keyboards, don't take it to heart."

Li Yichen leaned back in his carbon fiber racing seat. He turned his head and glanced at the still-scrolling comments on the screen.

He didn't get angry.

"The netizens are right," Li Yichen said in an extremely calm tone.

Chu Feng was stunned.

"Besides the Lamborghini brand, this car also has the gimmick of being a limited edition worldwide." Li Yichen tapped his fingers twice on the bare carbon fiber door panel. "It's really not that great."

"They haven't even done a basic shock absorption system properly. Going over a slightly deep manhole cover can shake your spine to pieces."

"A classic case of buying the box and returning the pearl."

These words were clearly transmitted into the live broadcast room through the phone's microphone.

The barrage of comments that had been flooding the screen suddenly stopped for a few seconds.

Then, things completely exploded.

"Holy crap! This boss is so down-to-earth! He spent 100 million on this car, and he's complaining about it along with us!"

"What the hell is this 'buying the box and returning the pearl' nonsense! Is this all the troubles of the rich? Spending a hundred million to buy back pain?"

"That's hilarious! The boss is a really honest guy, confirmed!"

Soon, several accounts claiming to be influential figures in the automotive section began flooding the live chat with科普 (popular science) information.

"That guy who called it junk doesn't know anything! This is called ultimate lightweighting!"

"The Venom was born for the racetrack! To achieve the ultimate power-to-weight ratio and aerodynamics, all comfort features unrelated to driving had to be removed!"

"The entire car is made of carbon fiber! Even the seat frames, door panels, and center console are all dry carbon! This is a fighter jet that flies close to the ground! If you put a big sofa on it, adding hundreds of kilograms of weight, would this car still be able to run under 2.8 seconds?!"

"Don't use your Corolla-buying standards to judge multi-million dollar supercars! People buy them for speed and mechanical quality, not to sleep in! One carbon fiber front lip on this car is enough to buy the cars for your entire village!"

The wind direction reversed instantly.

The more than 20,000 people in the live stream were completely stunned by this hardcore science explanation.

It turns out that this seemingly extremely simple interior is actually the result of spending millions to achieve ultimate performance. The poor play with cars, the rich play with watches, and the super-rich play with carbon fiber. This level of consumerism completely shatters the cognitive ceiling of ordinary people.

Chu Feng didn't have time to check the trend of the comments.

He gripped the suede steering wheel tightly with both hands. His palms were drenched in sweat. For him, the accelerator pedal wasn't for accelerating, but a ticking time bomb.

Black poison crawled slowly along the streets of the Bund.

The speed was capped at 35 mph.

They turned a high-performance beast with a V12 naturally aspirated engine into a roadside scooter for the elderly. Even a food delivery electric scooter next to them was faster.

The surrounding vehicles swerved to the sides, creating a five- or six-meter-wide vacuum in all directions. No one dared to approach this moving god of wealth.

Li Yichen sat in the passenger seat.

"There's a straight road ahead," Li Yichen said, looking at the empty road surface. "You can give it a little gas. This car's engine is prone to carbon buildup when driven at low speeds."

Chu Feng swallowed hard.

He pressed his right foot down less than a millimeter.

"boom--"

The V12 engine let out an extremely deep roar. Powerful torque was instantly transmitted to the rear wheels. The carbon fiber chassis lurched forward violently. The force of the thrust slammed the two passengers into their seats.

Chu Feng was so startled that he slammed on the brakes.

The carbon-ceramic brake discs unleashed terrifying braking force. The front of the car jerked slightly. Then it came to a smooth stop.

"Boss," Chu Feng gasped for breath, his back completely soaked, "I really dare not step on it."

"That accelerator is too erratic. If it's even a little bit heavier, I'm afraid it will rear-end the bus in front of me. If this car crashes, even if I'm dismembered and my organs are sold, it won't be enough to pay for one headlight."

Seeing this, Li Yichen stopped urging him.

Although this guy dared to take the job for the sake of traffic, he still maintained enough respect when faced with absolute power and astronomical assets. This is much more reliable than those reckless young people who want to floor the gas pedal and show off as soon as they get the keys to a luxury car.

Moreover, Chu Feng took the initiative to turn off the live stream when he got in the car, which shows that this kid knows how to protect the employer's privacy and has a clear sense of boundaries.

He drives steadily, knows his limits, and keeps his mouth shut.

This perfectly matched his criteria for finding a full-time driver.

The car smoothly entered Pudong New Area. We were getting closer and closer to Tomson Riviera.

"You work as a designated driver full-time?" Li Yichen leaned back in his chair and asked casually.

Chu Feng stared at the traffic light ahead and nodded. "I've been running this full-time for three years now."

How much can you earn in a month?

Chu Feng held the steering wheel with one hand and used the other to turn the air conditioning vent towards himself. The car was very cold, but he was still sweating.

"When I'm lucky, I can work more than ten hours a day and earn over ten thousand," Chu Feng sighed. "When I'm unlucky, I only make seven or eight thousand a month."

"There are too many people doing this now. People doing it part-time after get off work, people who are unemployed and in a transitional phase, they've all flooded in. Sometimes on one street, there are more drivers in vests than people who have been drinking. It's impossible to get any orders."

"If you encounter a customer with a bad temper, you have to endure their scolding and rudeness."

Li Yichen tapped his knee twice with his fingers.

"Would you like to switch to a more stable way of making a living?"

Chu Feng was stunned for a moment. He didn't react immediately. His mind was still calculating how much commission he could get from this deal tonight.

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"I happen to need a full-time driver." Li Yichen kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "You drive pretty steadily. Interested in coming and working for me?"

These few sentences.

Without any warning, it hit Chu Feng squarely on the forehead.

Chu Feng slammed on the brakes. The red light came on. Poison stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

Chu Feng turned his head and stared intently at Li Yichen. His mind completely went blank.

Be the personal driver for a super-rich man who drives a sports car worth 100 million?

Driving for hire means braving wind and rain, and if someone gets drunk and vomits in the car, he has to pay for the car wash himself. He works so hard he loses his hair, and at most earns ten thousand yuan a month.

Now, a job as a personal driver for a top billionaire is laid out in front of me. This isn't just changing jobs; it's like my ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke.

The phone screen stuck on the center console caused the comments section to go crazy once again.

Holy crap! This is like a windfall!

"Did this guy step in dog poop today? He got paid by a super-rich guy just from doing a ride-hailing job?!"

"A designated driver earning seven or eight thousand a month can instantly become a personal driver for the ultra-wealthy. Even novels and scripts wouldn't dare write something like this!"

"Brother Feng, hurry up and agree! What are you waiting for! If you can latch onto this powerful figure, you'll never have to worry again!"

"A boss of this caliber could easily earn more from just a little bit of kickbacks than you'd make driving a day for free!"

Chu Feng's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He stammered as he spoke.

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li." Even the way he addressed him had changed. "Are you serious?"

"I'm not joking," Li Yichen said clearly. "The pay will definitely be much better than what you're doing now, driving a designated driver in the sun and wind. Your daily tasks will be driving for me or doing some errands. You can drive the car however you like."

The light turned green. The car behind honked its horn.

Chu Feng quickly released the brakes. The car started moving again.

"Damn it!" Chu Feng nodded heavily, his voice rising an octave. "Mr. Li, thank you for thinking so highly of me. I don't have any other skills, but I'm a steady driver and I keep my mouth shut. You tell me where to go, and I'll go exactly where you want; I definitely won't let you down!"

Li Yichen nodded. He didn't say anything more.

A dozen minutes later.

A black Lamborghini Veneno drove into the Tomson Riviera villa area.

The heavy wrought iron gates slid open slowly to both sides. Two rows of uniformed security personnel, upon seeing the top-of-the-line supercar, immediately straightened their backs and saluted in unison.

Chu Feng drove the car into the villa area. Following the tree-lined road, he parked it steadily in the spacious courtyard of one of the detached villas.

The courtyard is paved with neatly arranged custom-made stones. In one corner is an imported lawn that is trimmed extremely evenly.

Turn off the engine. Engage the electronic parking brake.

The roar of the V12 engine completely subsided.

The butterfly door swung upwards. Chu Feng unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

Standing in the courtyard, Chu Feng looked up.

Looking at this sprawling, brightly lit luxury mansion before me, I saw enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, a private swimming pool, and a secluded garden. The marble exterior exuded an oppressive, heavy feel in the night.

In a prime location like Shanghai, where land is incredibly valuable, this detached house is a rare find.

The starting price is definitely several hundred million.

Just now in the car, he only thought his boss was rich. Now, standing in front of this villa, he truly understands what class barriers mean.

Li Yichen pushed open the passenger door and walked into the yard.

Chu Feng quickly averted his gaze, placing his hands clasped in front of him with utmost respect.

"Mr. Li," Chu Feng bowed slightly. "When should I report for duty?"

"Tomorrow morning," Li Yichen casually set the time. "Call me when you arrive."

"Okay!" Chu Feng nodded repeatedly. He picked up his phone from the control panel and exited the live stream.

He turned and walked toward the villa gate. His folding electric scooter was still locked to a lamppost on the Bund, and he would have to walk two kilometers to ride it back.

Li Yichen stood in the courtyard, took out his phone, paid for the ride on the designated driver platform, and also tipped 500 yuan.

A night breeze blew by.

Chu Feng's figure disappeared outside the villa gate.

Li Yichen turned around, stepped onto the marble steps, and placed his finger on the fingerprint lock of the mahogany door.

"Click".

The heavy door popped open a crack.