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

June 19th, morning.

The first round of the group stage of the South Africa World Cup has concluded.

France suffered a 0-2 defeat to Mexico.

Germany also stumbled, losing 0-1 to Serbia.

Adding to the fact that Spain lost to Switzerland a few days ago, everyone at the lottery stations in the entire county was cursing.

The ground was covered with torn-up tickets.

The old gamblers slapped their thighs and swore they'd be dogs if they ever bought again.

Ye Chen sat on his single bed in his room.

He pulled out the plastic bag from the bottom of the drawer.

Twenty-two lottery tickets were neatly arranged on the bed sheet.

There are nine tickets in total, including those for the most upset games.

All single prizes exceeded 10,000.

The lottery shops in the small county town simply couldn't handle this amount of money; they had to go to the city's lottery center to claim it.

Ye Chen folded the nine tickets neatly and stuffed them into the innermost layer of his backpack.

The remaining thirteen sheets were wrapped up as before and pressed back into the depths of the drawer.

The sound of Chen Xiulan washing dishes could be heard from the living room.

Ye Chen slung his backpack over his shoulder and pushed open the door.

"Mom, I'm going to find Zhao Peng to play!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, a bright, sunny smile on his face.

Chen Xiulan peeked out from the kitchen, wiping her hands.

"Are you coming back for lunch?"

"I'm not going back, Fatty said he's treating me to a big meal!"

Ye Chen waved his hand with a grin.

Chen Xiulan didn't think much of it; it's normal for kids who have just finished the college entrance exam to be like wild horses.

"Drink less iced soda!"

"Okay!"

Ye Chen changed into sneakers, pushed open the door, and went downstairs.

As he walked out of the residential area, the playful smile on his face gradually faded, and a deep maturity beyond his years appeared in his eyes.

The bus swayed and rattled for an hour and a half.

Hot air rushed in through the car windows.

Ye Chen sat in the last row, his hand casually resting on his bag.

The bag contained lottery tickets worth over 560,000 yuan before tax.

In 2010, this amount of money could have been used for a down payment on a house in the suburbs of Shanghai.

The Municipal Sports Lottery Center is hidden on the second floor of a dilapidated office building.

The blue sign with white lettering hangs on the wall, some of the color has faded.

There have been so many unexpected results these past few days that people have been lining up to claim their prizes.

People were wearing masks and sunglasses, completely covered up.

Ye Chen pulled his black baseball cap down low and stood at the end of the line.

A middle-aged man with a large belly was bragging loudly in front of me.

"I knew Germany was doomed; this team is a disaster!"

Ye Chen didn't reply, he just looked down at his phone.

Half an hour later, it was finally his turn.

The female staff member behind the counter didn't even look up.

"Lottery ticket, ID card, bank card."

Ye Chen pushed the things through the window.

Nine neatly arranged lottery tickets.

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

"drop."

the second one.

"drop."

Nine consecutive sounds.

The woman stopped moving.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Ye Chen through the glass.

The brim of the hat covered most of his face, but it was clear that he was an extremely young boy.

"you……"

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep her words to herself.

The sports lottery center has rules that you can't ask too many questions.

She lowered her head and began frantically typing on the keyboard.

A few minutes later, a receipt was pushed out.

"A total of nine, amounting to 565,000 before tax."

"After deducting 20% ​​income tax, the net income is 452,000."

Please sign here after confirming that everything is correct.

The woman's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Ye Chen picked up his pen and glanced at the numbers on the form.

452000.

In his past life, he worked long hours at a large company, losing hair and being verbally abused by clients. He used five whole years to save up this money.

Now, it has only taken less than ten days.

He signed his name swiftly, his handwriting flowing smoothly.

Take the POS machine, swipe your card, and enter your PIN.

Two minutes later, the documents and bank card were returned.

"Please check your text messages."

Ye Chen nodded and put the things back in his bag.

He turned and went downstairs.

As soon as I stepped into the lobby on the first floor, my Nokia phone vibrated.

He took out his phone.

【建设银行】您的尾号7788帐户于6月19日11时15分收入人民币452,000.00元，当前余额452,002.50元。

Ye Chen turned off the screen.

He walked out of the office building, the sunlight so bright it was blinding.

The music store on the street was playing Jay Chou's songs.

Ye Chen wasn't in a hurry to go to the station.

He turned into a nearby China Construction Bank branch.

At the ATM, he inserted his card and entered his PIN.

The balance shows 452,002.5 yuan.

He directly clicked "withdraw".

The sound of the machine spitting out banknotes is very pleasant.

He took 2,000 each time, ten times in a row.

He divided the 20,000 yuan in cash into various compartments of his backpack.

After leaving the bank, Ye Chen strolled along the old street.

There are countless sports lottery shops in the city.

He picked a nicely decorated shop and went inside.

The air conditioning in the store was on full blast.

Several lottery players were sitting on the sofa, looking at the betting odds.

He walked straight to the counter.

"Boss, I'd like to place a bet."

The boss was bald and staring at the computer screen.

Which game should I buy tickets for?

Ye Chen reached into his bag and pulled out 20,000 yuan in cash.

It slammed down on the glass counter with a "thud".

"Tomorrow night, Portugal will fight North Korea."

"Single bet on the score, 7-0, all 20,000."

The shop became quiet.

Even the sound of the air conditioner vents could be heard clearly.

The bald boss stared wide-eyed at the two stacks of red bills.

"How many?"

"What ratio are you betting?"

Portugal beat North Korea 7-0.

Ye Chen's smile was particularly bright, like that of an innocent college student.

Several lottery players nearby burst out laughing.

"Young man, did you get this money by chance?"

"North Korea's defense is so strong! In the last match, even Brazil only managed to score against them twice!"

"Portugal scored seven goals? Do you think this is a game of table tennis?"

The bald boss shook his head and put the money into the money counter.

The machine was humming.

The tickets have been printed.

Ye Chen took the lottery ticket, didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

He divided the 400,000 into 20 shares and distributed them among different lottery shops in the city.

It was already 2 p.m. when we got back to the county town.

Ye Chen grabbed a bite at a random noodle shop.

He didn't have any free time in the afternoon.

He went to an internet cafe and logged into a computer.

If the goal is to build a super conglomerate spanning finance and technology, the World Cup alone is definitely not enough.

The World Cup is merely a means of initial accumulation.

The real opportunity lies in the soon-to-explode mobile internet.

In 2010, Apple released the iPhone 4.

The App Store ecosystem is expanding rapidly.

In his previous life, Ye Chen was a seasoned programmer, and his mind was filled with the source code of countless hit apps.

He wants to create his first phenomenal mini-game this summer.

Fruit Ninja or Temple Run?

No, the development cycle is too long.

He needs something that can be launched within a month and quickly monetized.

Ye Chen's slender fingers flew across the keyboard.

A name appears on the screen.

The Angry Sparrow.

The pixel-art Angry Birds game became a huge hit in 2013, with the developers earning $50,000 a day just from GG fees.

The development cost is extremely low; he could write the core code with his eyes closed.