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

Less than two minutes later, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle rushed out from backstage, clutching a stack of lottery tickets in his hand, checking them over and over again.

The director walked to the window, his attitude extremely humble.

"Sir, did you buy all these tickets by yourself?"

"Yes, calculate how much it costs." Ye Chen's answer was brief, exuding an unquestionable aura of authority.

Five minutes later.

The director pushed out a long receipt with both hands.

"Total bonus before tax: 5.85 million."

"Deduct 20% personal income tax."

"The actual amount received after tax was 4.68 million!"

A deathly silence fell over the hall. Four million six hundred and eighty thousand! In this small county town, this was a staggering sum that could drive anyone utterly insane!

Ye Chen picked up the pen and signed his name in the lower right corner of the receipt, as calmly as if he were signing a delivery slip for a few dollars.

"Sir, the amount of money is extremely large, and it's being processed through the VIP large-amount channel. It's expected to arrive within ten minutes." The director was almost bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

Ye Chen took the card and casually tossed it into his bag: "Thanks."

Stepping out of the office building, a wave of heat hits you in the face.

My iPhone vibrated in my pocket.

【建设银行】您的尾号7788帐户于7月12日10时45分收入人民币4,680,000.00元，当前余额5,687,002.50元。

Ye Chen looked at the long string of zeros on the screen, his smile deepening, revealing a calm and composed demeanor as if he had everything under control.

There is more than 5.6 million yuan in cash in my China Construction Bank card in China.

There is still $600,000 in overseas accounts.

This enormous amount of start-up capital has been completely raised.

In this momentous year of 2010.

He is going to step into Shanghai and build his own invincible conglomerate empire in the next wave of mobile internet!

Ye Chen walked out of the city's sports lottery center carrying his old, faded backpack.

He turned into an old alleyway next to him.

There's an unassuming Lanzhou noodle shop on the street corner.

He lifted the greasy plastic curtain and went inside, choosing a seat directly facing the ceiling fan vent.

He casually tossed his schoolbag onto the plastic stool next to him.

"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles, with a braised egg."

"Okay! Coming right away!"

A steaming bowl of beef noodles is served.

A layer of bright red chili oil floats on top, emitting a wonderful aroma.

Ye Chen broke apart the disposable chopsticks and slurped up large mouthfuls of noodles.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The noodle shop was deserted, and the owner was dozing off behind the counter.

Who would have thought that this young man, wearing a cheap white T-shirt from a street vendor and slurping down inexpensive ramen, had a bank card with a balance of 4.68 million yuan tucked in his tattered backpack?

The interlayer also contained 100,000 brand-new, consecutively numbered cash that had just been taken out.

They ate and drank their fill.

Ye Chen took a tissue to wipe his mouth, paid, and left.

He boarded the dilapidated bus back to the county town.

For the next two weeks or so, Ye Chen's life entered a period of extremely regular dormancy.

I went to Shunda Driving School for driving practice this morning.

He ignored the coach's pointless nagging.

As soon as he finished driving practice in the afternoon, Ye Chen went back to his room and locked the door.

He relentlessly monitors the data in overseas accounts and app backends.

The Angry Sparrow has completely taken over the Apple App Store.

The virus-like speed of its spread silenced the capital circles across the ocean.

Twitter is full of short videos of foreigners being tortured to the point of breaking down and smashing their phones.

Several gaming bloggers with millions of followers on YouTube went live to take on the challenge, and without exception, they all lost control of their emotions in front of the camera.

The more anti-human the physics engine, the more addictive it becomes.

Ye Chen sat in front of his computer, looking at the vertically rising download curve in the developer backend.

[Daily GG earnings: $52,400]

Total account balance: $987,500

The million-dollar mark is within reach.

In 2010, the net income of US$50,000 per day was equivalent to more than RMB 300,000.

It's equivalent to being able to buy a large apartment in my hometown county town outright every day.

Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and took a sip.

He casually closed the top-of-the-line Apple laptop.

Being a pig riding the wave of opportunity, making money is that simple, tedious, and boring.

Time flies, and it's already August.

The weather was so stuffy it felt like a sauna.

There wasn't a breath of wind.

The leaves of the plane trees in the old neighborhood were curled at the edges by the scorching sun.

The cicadas clung to the tree trunk, chirping at the top of their lungs.

10 a.m.

A green postal motorcycle roared into the residential area.

The horn was blaring loudly.

The deliveryman parked his motorcycle downstairs at Building 3 and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Ye Chen! Your admission letter from Shanghai Jiao Tong University has arrived!"

"Bring your ID card down and sign!"

That shout caused an uproar throughout the entire old neighborhood.

The elderly women who were fanning themselves and picking vegetables in the shade of the trees downstairs all stopped what they were doing.

They all raised their heads in unison.

Grandma Wang on the second floor suddenly pushed open the window and leaned out.

His voice is louder than a deliveryman's.

"The acceptance letter for Old Ye's family has arrived! It's from Jiaotong University!"

The Ye family.

Ye Jianguo was washing his face in the bathroom.

Hearing that earth-shattering shout outside, the towel in my hand fell directly into the pool.

He didn't even bother to wipe the water droplets off his face before turning around and rushing outside.

I ran to the door to change my shoes.

He was so excited that he put his slippers on the wrong feet.

He simply kicked it away and, barefoot, slipped his shoes into those black leather shoes he usually treasured.

He flung open the security door with a loud bang and ran downstairs.

Chen Xiulan came out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand, stamping her feet in frustration.

"Old Ye, slow down! You're too old for that, don't fall!"

Ye Chen sat on the sofa, watching his father's hurried back.

He smiled and shook his head.

He got up slowly and went back to his room to get his ID card.

downstairs.

Ye Jianguo rushed out of the building in one breath.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

The courier was standing there holding a large red EMS envelope.

"Ye Chen's family?"

"Yes! I'm his father!"

Ye Jianguo was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands, so he frantically wiped the water off his hands on his trouser leg.

"Did you bring your ID card?"

Ye Jianguo reached into his pocket, only to find it empty.

He froze on the spot.

Just then, Ye Chen calmly walked downstairs with his ID card in hand.

handed over.

Verify the information and sign.

Ye Jianguo snatched the pen from him.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably.

The name was written crookedly, like a scribble.

After signing.

He held the bright red envelope in both hands.

His back was ramrod straight.

He was beaming with pride, looking like a general who had just won a great victory.

The middle-aged women swarmed around them all at once.

They all chimed in with their own joyful greetings.

The scene was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

"Old Ye, Jiaotong University! It's one of the top universities in the country!"

"I always knew Chenchen was smart from a young age!"

"You two can expect to live a life of luxury once you move to a big city and become white-collar workers!"