Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed red instantly.

She originally intended to use that cool tone to suppress Zong Wen's arrogance.

As a result, when Zongwen uttered the word "sister-in-law," all the lines she had prepared got stuck in her throat.

She pursed her lips and glared at Zong Wen.

But that one glance had almost no effect, because her ears had already betrayed her completely.

For some reason, she felt secretly pleased after hearing the term "sister-in-law".

Zhang Yifan couldn't help but kick Zong Wen, the force wasn't much, just enough to make him stagger forward half a step:

"What nonsense! Shen Zhiyi lives in this neighborhood too. I messaged her when I came, inviting her to come celebrate with me about the college entrance exam results! What's going on in your head all day?"

Zong Wen patted the shoe print on his butt and chuckled, completely oblivious to the fact that he had been kicked.

His gaze darted back and forth between Zhang Yifan and Shen Zhiyi several times, a wicked smile that was incredibly irritating playing on his lips.

"Celebrating the score, and also celebrating 'living together,' right?"

"I understand, I understand. This villa is so big, it would be too empty for one person. It's just right for two people..."

"Xiaonuan will be here soon too."

Shen Zhiyi interrupted him, her tone returning to its usual calm.

"You don't want Xiaonuan to know about your 'beauty theory' that you just mentioned, do you?"

Should I repeat the symbiotic relationship between gazing and beauty for you?

Zong Wen's smile froze on his face instantly. His mouth still held that arrogant curve from before, but he could no longer make a sound.

After several seconds, he suddenly shut his mouth and took half a step back.

"Sister-in-law, I didn't say anything just now, and you didn't hear anything."

I was just talking nonsense. I am an honest person!

He never stares at others, and he certainly wouldn't make any comments about beauty in the garage!

Seeing Zong Wen's cowardly appearance, Zhang Yifan shook his head with amusement and led the two of them directly into the villa through the garage door.

Zongwen walked through the underground parking garage, the home theater, and the gym, until he reached the living room on the first floor, his mouth never closing the entire time.

A crystal chandelier hangs from the dome, each crystal shimmering with tiny sparkles in the light.

The grand piano stood quietly beside the French windows, its black lacquer reflecting the greenery outside.

The island in the open kitchen is large enough to be used as a dining table. Although the wine cabinet is empty, each shelf is illuminated with warm yellow LED strips.

A background music kept playing in his head—"Accidentally Entering the Heavenly Palace..."

He felt he wasn't there to celebrate his score, but to visit the Forbidden City.

Seeing his dazed expression, Zhang Yifan couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "What's wrong with you, you're so silly?"

Zong Wen snapped out of his daze and swallowed hard. "It's nothing, it just feels unreal."

He stood in the middle of the living room, looking up at the three-story high dome and down at the marble floor tiles covering the entire wall. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a neatly manicured private garden.

Is this a home or a palace?

His doubts grew stronger: how did Brother Fan become so rich?

With a bank account balance of over ten million yuan, he bought two Land Rovers in full and now lives in Villa No. 1, Yujingyuan...

These pieces of information collided wildly in his brain, leading to the same question.

He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Fan, tell me the truth, how did you make your fortune?"

I remember you used to top up your meal card with 50 yuan in two separate transactions, because you were afraid of losing it if you topped up too much at once.

When exactly did you secretly become rich?

Shen Zhiyi, sitting on the sofa, turned to look at Zhang Yifan when she heard the question.

She didn't ask any further questions, but her gaze said it all.

She was also curious about the answer to this question.

Her parents had subtly asked her several times if she knew the young man from Villa No. 1.

Her father even went out of his way to find out about the background of Villa No. 1, and when he came back, he only said one sentence to her.

That building isn't something an ordinary person can afford.

She was also very curious about how this boy, who used to deliver milk tea to other girls in the corridor every day, suddenly became so dazzling.

Seeing the gossipy expressions on their faces, Zhang Yifan knew he couldn't just let it slide any longer.

He had already thought of his words; he had rehearsed the speech in his mind several times.

He leaned back on the sofa armrest and spoke in a casual tone: "Actually, it's nothing. Back when my family first bought a computer, I was browsing forums and learning how to mine cryptocurrency from other people when I had nothing to do."

I was young then, and I just thought it was fun. I dug up a bunch of them, and then I never paid attention to them again.

It wasn't until recently, when the price of Bitcoin skyrocketed, that I remembered I still had it.

I logged in and saw that the account and the coins were still there.

After selling it, I had a lot of money.

Zongwen's expression changed from doubt to surprise, and then from surprise to a complex look of "Are you kidding me?"

He knew about Bitcoin and had heard of mining coins on forums, but that was many years ago.

Back then, everyone thought this thing was just a string of numbers in a computer; who would have thought it would rise to this level today?

Fan Ge was mining cryptocurrency at such a young age?

The key point is! He only remembered it recently.

It can even retrieve account passwords from many years ago.

Is it because Fan Ge was lucky, or because he had high awareness?

He pressed further, "So how many Bitcoins did you mine back then? How did you become so rich?"

Zhang Yifan picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and said casually, "Not much, just a tiny bit."

Zongwen didn't immediately grasp the special meaning of the quantifier "亿点点" and was still counting on his fingers.

But Shen Zhiyi spoke up, looking at Zhang Yifan with a serious, scrutinizing gaze:

"This villa in Yujingyuan is not something you can buy just because you have money."

My dad told me that Villa No. 1 was originally reserved for a very important person. Later, that important person ran into trouble, and the building was listed on the market several times. Many people came to see the house, but no one was able to buy it.

"It's not enough for someone to just have money; they also need connections."

She paused.

"Besides Bitcoin, what else do you have?"

Zhang Yifan was a little dazed by Shen Zhiyi's stare.

He genuinely didn't know that buying this villa required connections.

When the system gave him the reward, he thought it was just an ordinary luxury villa, maybe a little more expensive. Little did he know there were so many twists and turns behind it all.

His mind raced for a moment, and then he came up with a ready-made answer.

This answer is the truth, and saying it out loud can also serve as a way to give rice a good scolding.

"I also bought shares in rice."

Zong Wen, standing nearby, asked, "How many rice shares did you buy?"

Zhang Yifan picked up his water glass and said in the exact same tone as before, "Not much, just a tiny bit."

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