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

Li Yichen hung up the phone.

He turned to look at Li Niannian, who was standing to the side.

"The chef the headhunter found is coming over this afternoon to taste the dishes."

Li Yichen speaks slowly and deliberately.

"First, hire a full cleaning staff. This house is too big; you can't handle it all by yourself. You can decide on the salary; I'm not short of money."

Li Niannian nodded emphatically.

She went back to her room and changed into a clean white short-sleeved shirt.

Put the seedlings into the cloth bag and carry them back on your back.

Stepping out of the villa gate.

The destination is the largest domestic service center in Pudong.

The hall was bustling with noise.

Dozens of middle-aged women sat on long benches waiting for work.

Li Niannian walked to the center of the hall.

The mental simulation quickly took shape.

The villa is very large and contains a great many antique ornaments.

If you just randomly send a few people back, they won't be able to afford to pay for the damages they cause.

We must use extremely stringent professional standards to screen people.

She stopped.

Three hard conditions are presented.

"Hands and feet must be clean. Work efficiently."

"Must have cleaning experience in high-end residences of 300 square meters or more."

"A criminal record and credit background check must be conducted before employment."

These three sentences were delivered.

Most of the people on the bench simply turned their heads away and ignored her.

The requirements are too high.

There were about a dozen people left.

Li Niannian took out a notebook she always carried with her.

I asked a few practical questions about solid wood floor maintenance and leather sofa cleaning.

More than half were brushed off.

finally.

She accurately selected three women around fifty years old from a group of more than twenty people.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Three cleaning ladies followed Li Niannian into the Tomson Riviera residential complex.

Push open the door of that 800 million villa.

The three aunties, who had been chatting quietly, suddenly fell silent.

A ten-meter-high atrium.

A huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall covering the entire surface.

Blue and white porcelain displayed on the multi-treasure cabinet.

A slightly plump aunt swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

The canvas shoes on his feet were rubbed against the doormat again and again.

They didn't dare step on that expensive Persian carpet at all.

"This place."

The slightly plump aunt lowered her voice and nudged her companion next to her.

"I'm even afraid of damaging the tiles when I'm just wiping the floor."

Li Niannian didn't give them much time to be shocked.

She opened her notebook.

Quickly divide the cleaning area.

Who owns the lobby and guest rooms on the first floor?

Who owns the private space on the second floor?

Who owns the outer courtyard and swimming pool?

The work schedule is accurate to the minute.

The logic is extremely clear.

The division of labor is extremely clear.

The three aunties nodded repeatedly.

He completely abandoned any thought that he had previously held of looking down on young girls.

In this industry, a high level of professionalism is the biggest pressure.

2:40 PM.

Doorbell rang.

Li Yichen walked over and pressed the doorknob.

Two security guards from the residential complex were standing outside the gate.

A man in his early fifties was sandwiched in the middle.

The man's name is Zhou Dahai.

He sported a very sharp buzz cut.

His face was thin.

He was carrying a huge black metal box.

The box was covered in scratches, and the edges were worn shiny.

This item has been with him for quite some time.

Zhou Dahai walked into the villa.

He didn't look around.

Head straight to the open kitchen on the first floor.

Double-door built-in refrigerator.

Top-of-the-line German-made stovetop.

A complete set of imported range hoods.

The hardware is fully optimized.

Zhou Dahai opened several cabinets.

Empty.

There wasn't even a bag of the most basic table salt.

He shook his head.

Place a foam insulated box that you are carrying on the island counter.

turn on.

Inside were the top-quality ingredients and seasonings he had prepared himself before he came.

Zhou Dahai pressed the latch on the black metal box.

With a "thud".

The lid popped open.

Eighteen kitchen knives of different sizes and shapes were neatly arranged.

Each one was polished to a shine, reflecting a cold light.

He pulled out an extremely thin cleaver.

Take a piece of silken tofu out of the insulated box.

Place it on the cutting board.

Press your wrist down.

The blade made a very slight "thump-thump" sound when it touched the cutting board.

The knife fell silently.

A few seconds later.

The tofu was sliced ​​into extremely thin pieces.

Zhou Dahai used the flat side of the knife to lift up a piece.

Backlit.

The light penetrated directly through the tofu.

Li Niannian stood at the kitchen door with Miaomiao on her back.

Miaomiao gripped the edge of the cloth bag with both hands.

Her little mouth opened into a circle.

I was completely stunned.

half an hour.

The flames on the stove went out.

Four dishes were served on the table.

Steamed sea bass, crab meat lion's head meatballs, Wensi tofu soup, and honey-glazed char siu.

There was no fancy dry ice plating like in hotels.

All of them were truly hearty and substantial dishes.

It has a bright color and a fragrance that spreads precisely in the air.

Exactly.

Li Yichen pulled out a dining chair and sat down.

Pick up disposable chopsticks.

I picked up a piece of meat from the belly of the sea bass.

Put it in your mouth.

The fish melts instantly.

The delicate aroma of scallions and ginger, combined with the natural sweetness of the fish, unfolds layer by layer on the tongue.

The heat control was perfect.

Li Yichen put down his chopsticks.

I took out a tissue and wiped my hands.

He looked up at Zhou Dahai, who was standing to the side.

"You'll stay here from now on."

Zhou Dahai nodded.

Maintain a humble yet assertive attitude.

He worked in the kitchen of the state guesthouse for more than 20 years.

He has received countless dignitaries and important figures.

An 800 million yuan villa was not enough to make him lose his composure.

But he had a very clear plan in mind.

The state guesthouse has a great reputation, but the salary is fixed.

Li Yichen offered a monthly salary of 80,000 yuan, plus room and board.

This number far surpasses all his previous treatment.

At his age, all he cares about is practicality.

Whoever pays the most gets to use this knife to cut vegetables.

Li Yichen instructed Li Niannian to arrange a guest room on the first floor for Zhou Dahai.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took out his phone.

Open WeChat.

A message from Ji Yanran.

"I've finished looking at the office buildings."

"The 28th floor has the best view and layout, making it suitable for priority renovation as an executive office area."

"However, the lobby on the first floor should also be started first. The first floor is the face of the company, and we will rely on it to present a good image when receiving customers in the future."

"This is something that can't be explained over the phone."

"You'd better come and see for yourself. I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

Li Yichen put his phone back in his pocket.

He turned and walked toward the elevator leading to the basement.

Press the button for the second basement level.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

In the spacious, privately heated garage.

More than a dozen top-of-the-line luxury cars were parked quietly in the marked parking spaces.

Li Yichen walked to the glass key cabinet.

My gaze swept over it.

He casually took off the key to the Bentley Flying Spur with the big B logo.

I walked to the car.

Open the car door.

I got into the driver's seat.

Press the start button.

The W12 engine emitted an extremely deep roar.

The long, black car drove out of the garage.

We drove out of the Tomson Riviera gate along the tree-lined avenue.

Traffic merging into the main road.

We drove towards Lujiazui on the opposite bank of the Huangpu River.

A dozen minutes later.

The black Bentley Flying Spur came to a smooth stop in front of a brand-new office building.

Li Yichen opened the car door.

Step out of the car.

He raised his head.

The 32-story glass curtain wall reflected an extremely glaring light under the afternoon sun.

The entire building is brand new and gleaming.

He recently commissioned a professional agency to buy this office building in full.

After making the purchase, this was only his second visit.

Ji Yanran was wearing a perfectly tailored haute couture business suit.

Wearing seven-centimeter high heels.

Standing next to the huge revolving glass door on the first floor.

He was holding a thick stack of construction drawings.

Chu Feng, dressed in black casual wear, stood very properly to her side and behind her.

Ji Yanran saw Li Yichen get out of the car.

She raised her right hand.

He gestured with his chin toward Li Yichen.

"Come up and take a look at your building."