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

Ye Chen connected to the internet cafe's network and began configuring the development environment.

Having coded for over a decade in my previous life, these underlying logics are already etched into my mind.

Now, with the added advantage of a massive amount of memory far exceeding that of ordinary people, even the time for brainstorming is saved.

Create a new project.

Title: The Angry Sparrow.

He placed his hands on the keyboard, and the sound of typing began to fill the private room.

There was no pause, no hiccup.

Lines of code flashed rapidly across the screen.

While ordinary programmers need to use two screens to refer to the interface documentation when writing code, Ye Chen relied entirely on his clear memory to output the code directly, completing the underlying architecture and physics engine judgment in one go.

After finishing a dungeon, Zhao Peng took off his headphones to stretch his neck and glanced at Ye Chen's screen. The screen was filled with letters and symbols, making him dizzy.

"Chenzi, what are you doing? Is this The Matrix?"

"Write a small game." Ye Chen didn't even look up.

"What kind of game can you write on this dark screen? Snake?" Zhao Peng had no interest at all, and took a sip of his drink.

"I'm telling you, you got such a high score on the college entrance exam, shouldn't you be relaxing now? Coming to an internet cafe to type on a keyboard, you have masochistic tendencies."

Ye Chen typed the last line of judgment code, a sly smile of extreme confidence curling at the corner of his lips. He lightly flexed his slender fingers: "You don't understand, this is called the primitive accumulation of capital."

"Alright, alright, you go ahead with your capital, I'll keep grinding in the Abyss." Zhao Peng put on his headphones and continued grinding.

Two o'clock in the morning.

In the VIP rooms on the second floor of the StarCraft Internet Cafe, the sound of keyboards clattering was as dense as a torrential downpour.

With the final, crisp click of the Enter key, Ye Chen stopped what he was doing.

The core underlying logic of "The Angry Sparrow" has been fully realized.

Gravity sensing system, collision volume determination, and randomly generated water pipe obstacles.

The game's art style is indeed so rough that it's almost unbearable to look at, but the basic structure is firmly established.

Ye Chen took the brand-new iPhone 4, connected it to the computer, and began burning the test version.

Just then, the door to the private room was gently pushed open.

"Hey handsome, here's your chilled Red Bull."

The network administrator, Xiaoya, walked in carrying a tray, her voice sickeningly sweet.

Today she wore an extremely fitted white shirt, with the top two buttons deliberately undone, making her proud, full curves almost spill out.

She wore a black bodycon mini skirt that barely covered the top of her thighs.

The taut fabric outlines a striking and alluring silhouette, paired with a pair of straight, long legs encased in ultra-thin black stockings, swaying gracefully with every step—it's practically walking hormones.

Xiaoya bent down and placed the Red Bull on Ye Chen's table.

With her neckline wide open, her snow-white figure was displayed before Ye Chen's eyes without reservation.

Her alluring peach blossom eyes were fixed on Ye Chen's sunny and handsome face, her flirtatious glances were all too obvious.

This handsome young man was not only good-looking, but also very generous, booking the most expensive private room. Xiaoya naturally wanted to get closer to him.

Ye Chen raised his head, his face bearing the signature smile of a sunny and cheerful young man.

"Thanks, sis."

He casually picked up a Red Bull, pulled the tab, and his gaze was clear and devoid of any distracting thoughts.

All suffering is experienced, but I will only save myself in this life.

When it comes to making money, even the most stunning black stockings have to take a backseat.

Seeing that he wasn't taking the bait at all, Xiaoya realized she'd made a fool of herself and could only sway her slender waist and retreat dejectedly.

As soon as the door closed, Ye Chen switched to his browser and logged into an overseas geek forum.

There are three private messages hanging in the background.

"I have six thousand bitcoins, what's your price, buddy?"

Ye Chen's lips curled into a sly smile as his fingers flew across the keyboard: "0.05 US dollars each, via PayPal transfer, no haggling."

The other two customers also came to inquire about prices, and Ye Chen quoted the same price to all of them.

In June 2010, the price of this piece of junk was still hovering around a few cents.

For these overseas geeks who mine cryptocurrency with their computers, they'd be lucky if this broken code could be exchanged for two pizzas.

In less than half a minute, the first person replied instantly: "Deal!"

They acted as if they were afraid Ye Chen would change his mind and run away at any moment.

Ye Chen switched to PayPal and promptly transferred three hundred US dollars.

The other two people who inquired about the price were also afraid of missing out on this "easy target" and quickly completed the transaction.

In just twenty minutes, his cold wallet gained a full 18,000 bitcoins.

Nine hundred US dollars can be exchanged for 18,000 future "digital gold".

Ye Chen looked at the balance on the screen and smiled extremely brightly.

These silly foreigners have no idea that what they sell today to buy a pizza will be worth billions of dollars in a decade or so!

I just finished the process, and the burning progress bar on my phone was exactly full.

Unplug the data cable and tap the pixelated bird icon on the screen.

The game screen immediately popped up.

There are no fancy opening animations; it simply shows a small yellow bird that looks like a moldy potato hovering in mid-air.

Ye Chen tapped the screen lightly, and the little bird jumped up a bit.

Without clicking, it will simply freefall.

Two green water pipes appeared ahead.

Ye Chen controlled the pace, his fingers clicking rapidly.

Pass through the first one and score a point.

Pass through the second bar, two points.

On the third pipe, he deliberately let his hand slip, and the little bird crashed headfirst into the edge of the pipe.

The screen flashed, and four large characters popped up: [Game Over].

The feel is perfect!

It's this physical inertia that causes blood pressure to spike!

In its previous life, this lousy game drove tens of millions of players worldwide insane, with countless people smashing their phones in frustration.

Ye Chen grinned, pushed his phone directly to his best friend Zhao Peng, and casually took off his earphones.

"Damn it! What are you doing? I'm farming gear in the Abyss!" Zhao Peng shouted anxiously, his eyes wide.

"Stop showing off your crappy pictures, help me test something fun." Ye Chen grinned and raised his chin.

Zhao Peng glanced at his phone screen and curled his lip in disgust.

"What is this? The whole screen is pixelated, and this bird looks like an underdeveloped potato. Is this supposed to be a game?"

"Enough with the nonsense, just tap the screen."

Zhao Peng reluctantly picked up his phone and casually tapped the screen with his thumb.

The little bird suddenly darted upwards and crashed into the green water pipe at the top, dying instantly.

【game over】.

"Holy crap? I died right at the start?" Zhao Peng was stunned.

"Let's try again." Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, smiling broadly.

Zhao Peng refused to believe it and opened another game.

This time, he carefully tapped twice, and the bird immediately fell to the ground.

He died again.

"No way, is this game seriously flawed? The gravity sensor is so weird!"

Zhao Peng sat up straight, his competitive spirit immediately aroused.

The third time, he died in the second water pipe.

The fourth time, two more were passed.

The fifth time, he crashed and died right after takeoff.