We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

After dropping Xia Shiqing off, Ye Chen did not linger in the city.

The black Mercedes S600 turned onto the overpass and headed straight for Zhangjiang.

The traffic was exceptionally good over the weekend, and the drive from the city center to the company was unusually smooth.

Ye Chen drove the car into the underground parking garage of the integrated circuit port and took the elevator directly to the twelfth floor.

Push open the glass door of Starry Sky Interactive.

The office area is quiet on weekends, without the loud clatter of keyboards that is common on weekdays.

The empty workstations were littered with unfinished cookie wrappers and open technical reference books.

Ye Chen walked through the office area, reached the end of the corridor, and pushed open the door to a private office.

He casually tossed his car keys onto the leather sofa, sat down in the spacious boss's chair, and pressed the power button on his MacBook Pro.

The screen lights up.

Log in to the Apple Developer Center, and the data panels for both games will appear simultaneously.

The numbers have increased significantly compared to last week.

The Angry Sparrow has grossed over $4.12 million in net revenue.

The viral spread of social media brought a second wave of traffic, and the hype shows no signs of abating.

The curves of the adjacent Temple Run are even steeper.

Not long after its launch, it topped the free charts in dozens of countries across North America and Europe, and its daily revenue was about to break the $200,000 mark.

The two printing presses hummed day and night, requiring absolutely no human intervention.

Ye Chen closed the background page and reopened the browser.

After setting up a proxy and attaching a virtual IP, you will be redirected several times to access the dark web interface.

Enter a complex key that is more than twenty characters long, and the cold wallet interface will pop up.

Balance: 70,318.

Seventy thousand three hundred and eighteen bitcoins lay quietly inside.

The initial purchase cost was ridiculously low.

Holding onto these digital assets tightly will be the ballast for future collaboration between the financial and technological sectors.

After confirming all the assets, Ye Chen closed his laptop.

He leaned back, sinking into the boss's chair, his hands clasped behind his head.

Outside the window are rows of office buildings in Zhangjiang Park, and dusk is gradually descending.

You don't need to worry about anyone's opinion.

There's no need to deal with those disgusting workplace unspoken rules.

The snowball of capital kept growing bigger and bigger, and the transformation from a lowly programmer to an invisible internet godfather was perfectly integrated into this eighteen-year-old body.

It felt great.

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

Ye Chen walked out of the company and randomly found a braised chicken rice restaurant outside.

A large portion cost 18 yuan, with an extra braised egg.

We finished our food in a few bites, paid the bill, and left.

He wore an expensive Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist, while eating a cheap street food meal that cost only a dozen yuan.

The ultimate goal of making money is absolute freedom; there's no need to be held hostage by so-called luxurious living.

I restarted the Mercedes and drove back to Minhang University Town.

After parking his car in the underground parking space he had rented in a nearby office building, Ye Chen walked along the road and suddenly realized that Jiaotong University's Minhang campus was really too big.

Many students rely on bicycles to get around campus; it's really tiring to walk.

There happened to be a bike shop near the school, so he turned in, picked out a regular Giant mountain bike, paid, and rode away.

I rode my bike along the tree-lined road into the campus.

As the autumn evening breeze blew in, the campus was filled with the noisy chatter of freshmen who had completely relaxed after finishing their military training.

After riding to the boys' dormitory, Ye Chen parked and locked his bike in the bike shed and went up to the fourth floor.

Push open the door to 417.

Lu Wenbo had just returned to school from home. He was sitting on the lower bunk, head down, frantically pressing the Nokia keypad. He was probably cuddling with his girlfriend again.

Chen Zhiqiang was wearing headphones and engrossed in studying a thick dictionary.

Ye Chen threw his backpack onto the bed.

Sun Haoyu immediately leaned over, winking and saying, "Old Ye, tell us honestly, what have you been up to these past two days? You've been gone the whole time, have you been secretly meeting up with girls from other schools behind our backs?"

Ye Chen kicked off his shoes and put on slippers, casually chatting: "I went to Jing'an Temple and got you guys some talismans to ward off unwanted romantic advances. Each of you should have one on your forehead, so you won't be thinking about harming girls every day."

The roommates burst into laughter.

Lu Wenbo rolled his eyes, and Chen Zhiqiang laughed along.

"Classes officially start tomorrow!" Sun Haoyu rubbed his hands excitedly. "Finally, I'll see what university major courses are like!"

"Don't be too happy yet." Lu Wenbo poked his head out from the top bunk.

"I looked at the schedule, and the first class is the infamous 'Programming Fundamentals.' The previous year's students said this course consistently has a high failure rate, and the professor who teaches it is extremely demanding."

Ye Chen took the washbasin to wash up, too lazy to participate.

For someone with over a decade of coding experience, the first-year computer science course wasn't even a beginner's area.

It's just a daycare center at best.

Early the next morning.

The four of them finished washing up and went downstairs.

Walking down to the bike shed at the dormitory building, Ye Chen took out his keys and pushed out the brand-new Giant mountain bike.

"Holy crap!" Sun Haoyu's eyes widened. "When did you arrange for bicycles?"

"I bought it on my way back to school last night." Ye Chen said, supporting himself on one leg. "The school is too big. By the time you guys walk to the cafeteria, it'll be cold. Just go to the classroom and grab seats. I'll go buy breakfast for you."

Lu Wenbo watched Ye Chen ride away on his bicycle and slapped his thigh.

"That was hasty; I never thought of that before." He turned to Sun Haoyu, "Mouse, let's go to the back street and get a couple of cars after class at noon, otherwise our legs will be worn out from running around for the next four years."

"Okay, it must be arranged." Sun Haoyu nodded.

Chen Zhiqiang stood to the side, clutching the strap of his schoolbag, without saying a word.

A bicycle costing a few hundred yuan is more than a month's living expenses for him.

Lu Wenbo and Sun Haoyu, oblivious to his embarrassment, continued walking forward on their own.

6:45 a.m.

The classroom for Computer Science Class 1 was already packed.

Freshmen still have a sense of awe towards the first morning self-study session, and almost all of them arrive early.

Sun Haoyu and his two companions secured four seats in the last row.

Zhao Qiang stood on the podium with the attendance sheet in his hand, glancing at his newly bought Tissot watch from time to time, and craning his neck to look out into the corridor.

He was utterly humiliated by being hit on the head with a protective mat during military training.

Today was the first day of morning self-study, and he, as the class monitor, finally found an opportunity to exert his authority.

"One minute left!" Zhao Qiang raised his voice. "University isn't high school; punctuality is paramount. Anyone who's late will have two points deducted from their participation grade!"

Nobody in the class paid any attention to him.

The second hand is about to jump to 6:50.

The back door was pushed open, and Ye Chen strolled in unhurriedly, carrying several stuffed plastic bags.

The scene at the cafeteria on the first day of college was so chaotic that it took him ages to manage to buy breakfast for four people.

Walking to the last row, he distributed steamed buns and soy milk to Sun Haoyu, Lu Wenbo, and Chen Zhiqiang on their table, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

Zhao Qiang, with his sharp eyes, strode over with the attendance sheet in hand.

"Ye Chen, you're late." Zhao Qiang slammed his fingers on Ye Chen's desk. "Not only were you late, but you also brought bags of breakfast into the classroom. State your student ID number; you'll lose attendance points."

Ye Chen took a bite of the meat bun and looked up at the clock hanging above the blackboard.

6:49:50

"Did you buy this watch at the City God Temple wholesale market?" Ye Chen asked, chewing on a steamed bun. "You left in a bit too hastily."

Before Zhao Qiang's expression could change, Ye Chen slowly took another sip of soy milk, glanced at the attendance sheet in Zhao Qiang's hand, and chuckled.

"Besides, as a student life committee member, aren't you meddling too much?" Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, his tone mocking.

"Why are you even volunteering for tasks like checking attendance and deducting participation points, which are typical duties for the class's academic representative? Is the advisor giving you double the class officer credits, or are you planning to take on all the duties of the entire class committee?"