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

Ye Chen looked at the Bitcoin balance in his cold wallet, which was approaching 30,000.

This is the real trump card.

He is now ruthlessly hoarding what will become the digital gold of the future.

He then manipulated the mouse, utilizing the top-tier hacking skills he had mastered from his absolute memory.

All game revenue was transferred to an offshore company account previously registered in the Cayman Islands.

Layer upon layer of whitewashing, leaving no trace.

He knew very well what those capitalists were thinking.

Want to acquire? Want to take control?

dream.

Ye Chen closed the background page.

This pixel bird only has a lifespan of a few months.

Once the hype dies down, it will quickly depreciate in value.

What he wants to do is sell it at a high price to those greedy capitalists at its peak.

The mobile internet boom has truly begun.

WeChat hadn't been created yet.

Short videos are still in their infancy.

There's not even a trace of food delivery platforms.

This $500,000 will be the first cornerstone of his creation of a super conglomerate.

Ye Chen stood up and walked to the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the old streets.

In the face of this magnificent era.

Ye Chen is the only one holding the chessboard.

For the next period of time, Ye Chen's life became extremely regular.

I went to Shunda Driving School to clock in this morning, and then spent the afternoon holed up in my room staring at the computer screen.

Coach Li is a good person; he has a very good temper and is very patient.

Having long been impressed by Ye Chen's smooth driving skills, she now completely ignored him and simply tossed him the car keys to drive as he pleased.

At 10 a.m., under the shade of trees at the driving school training ground.

Shen Anran had just finished her driving practice and walked straight to Ye Chen's side.

Today she wore a pure white, fitted sun-protective outfit with the zipper open, over which she wore a black, tight-fitting sports tank top.

The fabric clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining her slender waist and her budding, impressive bust.

Her light blue denim shorts hugged her shapely curves, and her long, straight, fair legs were dazzling in the sunlight.

She handed him a bottle of room-temperature mineral water, a hint of stubbornness barely perceptible on her cool face.

"Let me play for ten minutes."

Ye Chen leaned against the tree trunk, a sunny and cheerful smile on his face, and casually handed over the black iPhone 4.

Shen Anran held her phone in both hands, staring intently at the screen, her slender fingers tapping rapidly.

These past few days, she has become completely obsessed with this pixelated bird game.

Each time a bird crashed to its death, she would gently bite her rosy lower lip and then start over without saying a word.

Zhao Peng watched from the side, tearing at his hair, his face showing utter despair.

"Seriously, what's so fun about this damn bird?"

"Chenzi, did you actually make any money from this game?"

"I spent all night searching in an internet cafe yesterday, but I couldn't find this thing anywhere in China."

Ye Chen unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a sip. His eyes were deep, but on the surface he smiled innocently.

"Soon, I should be able to earn some pocket money to buy some ribs."

He didn't tell his best friend the truth; making money is something you have to keep a low profile about.

In fact, "The Angry Sparrow" has been a complete smash hit in overseas markets.

Twitter is full of videos of foreigners smashing their phones.

Several YouTubers with millions of followers created a challenge to complete the game, but they all broke down and started cursing during their live streams.

The extreme popularity directly fueled a staggering number of downloads.

The game firmly holds the top spot on the free app charts in overseas Apple App Stores.

Every day, they earn nearly $50,000 from Google clicks and downloads alone.

There was a full $600,000 quietly lying in his linked offshore account.

He hasn't touched the money yet.

Because domestic Ponzi schemes are about to experience their biggest wave of exploitation.

Time quickly passed to July 11th.

The night of the South African World Cup final.

At 11:30 p.m., the incandescent light was on in the living room.

For the first time ever, Ye Jianguo bought two roast chickens and a dozen ice-cold beers, which he placed on the old coffee table.

"Chenchen, come out and watch the game with Dad!"

Ye Chen pushed open the door and came out, sitting down on the sofa.

Chen Xiulan had already gone back to her room to rest.

On the television screen, the Netherlands players are entering the field for their match against Spain.

Ye Jianguo opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Ye Chen, his face full of excitement.

"Today's match is definitely going to be a goal-fest!"

"Spain's passing and possession style, the Netherlands' total football, they'll likely score at least three goals!"

Ye Chen took the beer and placed it on the coffee table, his tone extremely confident.

"Ninety minutes later, it's 0-0."

"In extra time, Spain secured a dramatic 1-0 victory to claim the title."

Ye Jianguo was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly.

"impossible!"

"How could two such strong teams possibly fail to score?"

Ye Chen smiled, tore off a chicken leg, took a bite, and said nothing more.

The competition has officially begun.

The scene was extremely heated, with yellow cards flying everywhere, but the ball just just couldn't get into the goal.

Until the referee blew the whistle to end the 90 minutes.

The score on the screen remained frozen at 0:0.

Ye Jianguo was completely dumbfounded and turned to stare intently at his son.

"You actually guessed right, kid?"

Ye Chen tore off a tissue to wipe his hands, his expression completely calm.

The game went into overtime.

116 minutes.

Iniesta received the ball inside the penalty area and unleashed a powerful volley.

1-0! Spain wins the championship!

The commentator's hoarse shouts came from the television.

Ye Jianguo dropped the half-empty bottle of beer in his hand to the ground, and his gaze towards Ye Chen changed completely, revealing an incredulous shock.

The score, the match situation, and even the timing of the game-winning shot were all accurate to the last detail!

Ye Chen stood up and put the empty wine bottles on the coffee table into the trash can.

"Dad, go to bed early. You have to go to work at the factory tomorrow."

Back in his bedroom, Ye Chen locked the door.

He pulled open the bottom drawer and took out the tightly wrapped plastic bag.

There were thirteen lottery tickets lying inside.

These thirteen pieces of paper were his ultimate ammunition for launching his operation in the country.

The next day at 10 a.m.

The prize redemption hall on the second floor of the Municipal Sports Lottery Center.

Ye Chen lowered the brim of his baseball cap, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and quietly stood at the back of the line.

Half an hour later, it was finally Ye Chen's turn.

Without saying a word, Ye Chen pushed in thirteen lottery tickets along with his ID card.

The female staff member picked up the first one and scanned it on the machine.

drop.

A red warning code popped up on the screen: "[Amount exceeded, please transfer to the large amount manual channel]".

Thirteen sharp beeps rang out in succession, and the screen was filled with glaring red warnings.

"Please...please wait a moment!" The staff member's voice trembled, and he jumped up from his chair. "This amount is beyond my authority; I need to ask the supervisor to come out and calculate it personally!"