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

StarCraft Internet Cafe.

The lobby on the first floor was filled with the strong smell of cheap tobacco, and instant noodle containers filled the trash cans in the corners.

The clatter of mechanical keyboards and game sound effects mingled together, making my head ache.

The two went directly to the non-smoking area on the second floor and turned on two machines.

Zhao Peng logged into the game with practiced ease, put on his enormous headphones, and began frantically grinding through levels.

Ye Chen then opened the browser that came with his computer.

He did not log in to his QQ account, nor did he open any entertainment websites.

Long, slender fingers flew across the keyboard.

Lines of commands quickly appeared in the search box.

[Underlying Logic of Apple Overseas Developer Account Registration]

[Fast Track to Open an Offshore Bank Account]

Tax Exemption Clause for Individual Developers

The webpage refreshed at an extremely fast speed.

Ye Chen's gaze swept quickly across the screen.

The annual fee for a developer account requires a dual-currency credit card that supports overseas payments.

The normal process takes half a month, but he knows several backdoors in third-party agents and can get it done in three days.

After checking the information, he directly accessed the programming software on his computer.

I started typing out the core physics code for "Angry Sparrow".

Lines of elegant code flowed like a waterfall on the black screen.

The speed was dazzling.

7:30 p.m.

A sudden commotion erupted in the internet cafe lobby.

The large screen TV on the wall was switched to a sports channel by the network administrator.

The commentator's passionate voice echoed throughout the entire internet cafe.

"The second round of the group stage of the South Africa World Cup, Portugal vs. North Korea, is about to begin!"

Immediately, someone in the hall started shouting loudly.

"This match is a foregone conclusion; Portugal will win decisively!"

"North Korea's defense was so strong in the last game that even Brazil only managed to score against them twice. Portugal can only win by one at most today!"

"Exactly, anyone betting on a high score is just out of their mind!"

Ye Chen stopped typing and leaned back in his chair.

He reached into his pocket.

Twenty lottery tickets lay quietly there.

The total principal was 20,000 yuan.

All the bets were on Portugal's stunning 7-0 upset victory over North Korea.

Hearing the mocking voices outside, Ye Chen's lips curled into an extremely dangerous yet confident smile.

He picked up the bottled water on the table and took a sip.

The real harvest of wealth is about to begin.

In the lobby on the first floor of the internet cafe, old ceiling fans spun loudly overhead.

The smell of cheap cigarettes mixed with the spiciness of instant noodle seasoning went straight into people's noses.

A 29-inch color television is mounted directly above the bar counter.

Before the World Cup group stage match between Portugal and North Korea even started, a circle of red-eyed gamblers, each holding a bowl of instant noodles, had already gathered in the stands.

In a row of cameras in the corner, Zhao Peng was wearing heavy headphones.

He was locked in a fierce battle with the Abyss Boss in the dungeon, pounding his keyboard with tremendous force.

Ye Chen sat down next to him and casually opened his browser.

He wasn't watching the game; his deep gaze was fixed on the screen.

He casually typed a few words into the search box.

Apple's fourth-generation smartphone.

Press the Enter key.

The page redirected instantly.

Just a few days ago, that fanatic on the other side of the ocean unveiled this groundbreaking machine at a press conference.

Retina display.

Metal frame.

Double-sided glass back panel.

In an era when Nokia phones could still crack walnuts, this phone was simply an expensive electronic luxury item for ordinary people.

But in Ye Chen's eyes, this was the clarion call for the complete eruption of the mobile internet empire.

The Apple App Store is still a barren blue ocean.

Those super apps that will be valued at tens or hundreds of billions in the future are not even fertilized eggs right now.

Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, the [Absolute Memory] silently operating in his mind.

His brain transformed into a super quantum computer.

The source code, art assets, and numerical design plans of countless hit games that I had seen in my previous life transformed into a green data stream that frantically flooded my screen.

He directly filtered out large-scale, hardcore games.

The development cycle is too long and the return on investment is too slow.

Fruit Slicing?

The art assets are too demanding, and the physics engine takes too much time to debug, so we'll skip that.

Temple Run?

3D modeling is a money pit these days, cross that.

Ye Chen's slender fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard.

He typed five large characters in the newly created text document.

The Angry Sparrow.

This is a casual game that will become a global sensation in the next few years due to its extremely challenging difficulty.

No need for complicated plots or expensive CG.

A few green water pipes, and a pixelated bird that looks a bit silly.

The gravity sensor moves you downwards; tap the screen to move you upwards.

Instant death upon impact.

The logic is extremely simple and crude.

But in its heyday, this thing could bring developers a net income of $50,000 a day just by embedding GG.

Ye Chen closed his eyes.

More than 10,000 lines of core code appeared clearly in my mind, not even a single punctuation mark was wrong.

Low cost, high return, and quick launch.

This was the perfect scythe for him to reap the first wave of US dollars.

He doesn't need the so-called ninth art now.

What he needs is a constant flow of cash.

After finalizing the game plan, Ye Chen opened a hidden geek forum.

This time, he searched for another word.

Bitcoin.

In June 2010, this thing was a joke to most people.

Last month, a foreigner traded 10,000 Bitcoins for two pizzas.

The current price is less than a cent.

Ye Chen did not rush to go on a large-scale shopping spree.

Current transaction channels are extremely outdated, and data preservation is also very cumbersome.

Using the top-tier hacking skills he acquired in his previous life, he casually wrote a small program to hide his real IP address.

Then I registered an anonymous account with the highest privileges and posted a message entirely in English.

The content is very simple.

We are a long-term, large-scale buyer of Bitcoin, supporting international payment settlements; we want as much as we can get.

Post finished.

He then cleared all browsing history and emptied the recycle bin.

The movements were clean and efficient, leaving no digital fingerprints.

"Hey handsome, here's your Coke."

A sweet, delicate voice rang out from the side.

The new cashier girl at the internet cafe came over carrying two cups of iced cola.

She was wearing a tight white short-sleeved T-shirt with a low neckline, which made her full breasts bulge.

Her lower body was clad in denim shorts with bangs, revealing two long, fair, and straight legs that were quite eye-catching.

When the girl put down the cola, she deliberately bent over and stared intently at Ye Chen's handsome face with its sharp features.

"Thanks."

Ye Chen smiled politely, his smile bright and cheerful, yet it carried an air of aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

The girl bit her lip in disappointment, then swayed her slender waist and walked away.