"Holy sh*t, I swear this shook my mom to her core!"
"Over eight hundred Bitcoins!"
"This is insane. I finally understand why that guy offered a million!"
"A million for a possibility? Totally worth it!"
"Damn it, stop being so cryptic—can someone please explain what's going on?!"
"Bro, just check the website yourself!"
"I don't have that string of characters!"
"Alright, let me break it down—Lin Boss bought a secondhand book, and the characters written in it are indeed a Bitcoin public key address. According to the info tied to that address, the wallet contains 845 Bitcoins!"
"Only 845? That's it?"
"'Only'? Dude, please, move your precious fingers and go look up the current price of Bitcoin before talking nonsense."
"No need to look—it's $22,295 per coin today."
"Damn! That high?!"
"Did the math—845 Bitcoins comes out to 18.83 million!"
"Whew... that's terrifying."
"18.83 million? Bro, that's in USD, not RMB."
"US dollars?!"
"Holy sh*t—it's in dollars!"
"Using today's exchange rate, that's about 130 million RMB!"
"My knees just buckled…"
"Now I finally understand why someone would offer a million just for the chance—if I had a million, I'd gamble too!"
"Lin Boss has the craziest luck I've ever seen!"
"Dude must have ancestors blessing him from heaven!"
Netizens were going wild.
It was almost midnight, yet traffic on all major websites and forums showed no signs of slowing down.
People were buzzing on Weibo, chatting on B-Hu, and flooding Lin Xiao's livestream chat.
Everyone was hopping from platform to platform like gossip-hungry animals in a melon field.
Meanwhile, Lin Xiao?
He was fast asleep.
That night, he slept like a baby.
But for a lot of people across the internet, it was a sleepless night.
—
The next morning.
Lin Xiao crawled out of bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and went to wash up.
After freshening up, he returned to his room, grabbed the book, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
He still didn't fully understand why this thing was worth so much, but since it involved over a hundred million, he figured it was safest to carry it on him.
Meanwhile, online—
After an entire night of viral discussion, anyone who went online that morning would immediately be greeted by the news:
"Lin Boss finds a 130-million-RMB treasure in a secondhand book!"
People from all walks of life, across every corner of the internet, were paying attention.
Calling it a nationwide sensation wouldn't even be exaggerating.
"Lin Boss's luck is unreal. A random old book has a Bitcoin address worth 130 million?! This has to be the greatest windfall in history!"
"I really hope that book doesn't have the private key…"
"I know it sounds bad, but… yeah, I kinda hope it doesn't."
That's just how people are—jealous if you have it, mocking if you don't. Hate your poverty, but fear your wealth.
And amid all this skyrocketing buzz, Lin Xiao—just done with breakfast—casually launched his livestream.
The moment it started, he froze.
The number of live viewers was outrageous.
Three million?
He had just gone live, meaning these three million people had been staring at a blank screen?
What the hell was going on?
Was this all because he helped solve that murder yesterday?
Still, this was a bit much.
And then, things got even crazier.
As soon as he went live, the viewer count began soaring.
3.1 million.
3.2 million.
3.5 million.
In a blink, it hit 4 million—and it showed no signs of stopping.
As Lin Xiao stood there, stunned, two taxis pulled up nearby.
Eight men stepped out, immediately spotted Lin Xiao, and briskly walked over.
From a distance, they called out, "Mr. Lin!"
Lin Xiao looked up, still a little dazed.
The men approached with polite smiles and greetings.
"Hello, Mr. Lin. Let me introduce myself—Shen Yuan."
The others introduced themselves one by one as well.
There were too many for Lin Xiao to remember all their names.
He was confused. "You guys know me?"
Shen Yuan said, "We watched your livestream yesterday. We're very interested in the book you bought at the street stall. Why don't we go somewhere else to chat?"
Another man noticed the phone hanging around Lin Xiao's neck and frowned. "Are you livestreaming right now?"
Lin Xiao nodded, suddenly realizing—they were here for the book.
What puzzled him more was: how did these guys know where he lived?
And how did they know what he looked like?
He'd never shown his face on stream. Not out of shyness—just for convenience.
Yet they recognized him instantly.
He frowned and asked, "How do you know I live here?"
Shen Yuan explained, "Mr. Lin, you livestream here every morning. Based on the environment shown in your streams, it wasn't hard to narrow down the area. As for what you look like—well, the phone hanging from your neck is a giveaway. Also, you're holding the book."
That made sense.
Lin Xiao didn't press further. It wasn't worth it.
Shen Yuan said again, "Mr. Lin, shall we talk somewhere more private?"
Lin Xiao cut straight to the point. "You're here for that string of characters, aren't you?"
"Yes," Shen Yuan admitted without hesitation.
"What is it?" Lin Xiao asked.
The group fell silent, hesitating to answer.
Just then, a few more taxis pulled up. Several new people got out, scanned the area, and quickly locked eyes on Lin Xiao before striding over…