Super Rich: Starting the game by going back ten years to buy Bitcoin

As soon as the Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a stop in the garage, Li Yichen got out of the car.

Ji Yanran followed behind, her high heels clicking on the ground at a pace twice as fast as usual.

As soon as the two stepped into the elevator, Ji Yanran's phone rang again.

She glanced at the incoming message.

"President Wang of Bidi has arrived."

"Prince Zeng of Ning has also arrived."

The elevator is going up.

Li Yichen leaned against the wall of the sedan chair without saying a word.

Twenty-eighth floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, two assistants were already standing in the corridor, holding tablets and looking anxious.

"President Ji, Bidi and Ning Wang's team are downstairs."

Ji Yanran turned to look at Li Yichen.

Li Yichen gestured with his chin toward the office.

"Let them come up."

Five minutes later.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng entered the office one after the other.

Neither of them looked well.

Mr. Wang's suit jacket was unbuttoned, his tie was loosened, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

Mr. Zeng was holding a thermos in his hand, his fingertips turning white from the pressure.

"Mr. Li."

When Mr. Wang spoke, his voice was a little dry.

"Is there something else you wanted to discuss with us?"

Li Yichen remained seated behind his desk, not getting up.

He pointed to the sofa opposite him.

"sit."

Ji Yanran brought over two cups of hot tea and placed them on the coffee table.

The tea leaves unfurled in the hot water, and wisps of steam rose upwards.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng sat down, but neither of them touched the cup of tea.

The air in the office was tense.

Mr. Zeng unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of water, and swallowed with a gurgling sound.

"Mr. Li."

He put down the cup.

"You summoned us here because you have something to say, right?"

You should be aware of the current situation of both our families.

"The stock price has fallen sharply, and the shareholders are under a lot of pressure."

"We need to go back and stabilize the situation as soon as possible."

When Mr. Wang spoke, his tone was more direct than Mr. Zeng's.

"Mr. Li, please feel free to offer any guidance you may have."

"We don't have time to beat around the bush."

Li Yichen leaned back slightly, and the chair back creaked softly.

He looked at the two people opposite him.

"President Wang, President Zeng."

"What do you guys think of Thor's battery technology?"

Upon hearing this question, both President Wang and President Zeng's expressions changed simultaneously.

Mr. Wang's jaw muscles twitched slightly.

Mr. Zeng's knuckles were even whiter as he held the thermos.

What does this mean?

The victor's boasting?

still is……

Mr. Wang took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Mr. Li, the technology is excellent."

"We admit it."

"But if you called us here just to hear us say this—"

"Then there's no need for that."

Li Yichen waved his hand.

That's not what I meant.

He stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and went to the opposite side of the coffee table.

Then I sat down on the single sofa next to Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng.

This action startled the two people opposite him.

The distance has been shortened.

The atmosphere subtly shifted.

"I called you here not to show off."

Li Yichen said.

"They want to discuss cooperation."

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng exchanged a glance.

Cooperation?

In this situation, what cooperation is there to discuss?

The technology is in your hands, the production capacity is in your hands, and the initiative in the market is also in your hands.

Besides paying to wait in line, how else can our two companies cooperate?

Seeing the confusion on their faces, Li Yichen continued speaking.

"I want to transfer the core patented technology of Thor batteries—"

He paused.

"The authorization is granted to both of you."

The office was silent for a full five seconds.

Mr. Wang opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The thermos in Mr. Zeng's hand fell onto the coffee table with a "thud".

The cup lid popped open, and hot water spilled out, soaking the dark gray wool tablecloth.

But nobody bothered to clean it.

Both of their minds went completely blank at the same time.

Authorization?

Will you license the core technology of Thor batteries to us?

How is that possible?

This technology is the lifeblood of future technology.

It's the nuclear weapon that just shocked the entire industry at the press conference.

It is a technological barrier that can monopolize the next ten years or even longer.

Has Li Yichen gone mad?

Or did they mishear?

Mr. Wang swallowed hard.

My throat is dry.

"Mr. Li...you just said—"

"Authorization".

Li Yichen repeated it, enunciating clearly.

"We will license the core patented technology to both of you for production."

Mr. Zeng suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"Mr. Li!"

"You...you're not joking, are you?"

Li Yichen looked up at him.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

President Zeng stared at Li Yichen's face.

The young face was calm, with no mockery or probing in his eyes.

He was serious.

Mr. Wang also stood up.

He took half a step forward, leaning slightly forward.

Why?

"Mr. Li, why did you do this?"

"This technology is your biggest bargaining chip."

"You could completely monopolize the market and dominate it all."

"Why should we get a share?"

Li Yichen smiled.

He took a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to President Zeng.

Mr. Zeng paused for a moment, took the tissue, and mechanically wiped the hot water that had spilled on his hands.

"Mr. Wang, you're right."

"This technology is my bargaining chip."

"But I don't plan to live off it for the rest of my life."

Li Yichen also stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"You two know better than I do how big the global battery market is."

"We can't take on just one company like Future Tech."

"My super factory is built, with a monthly production capacity of 30 million units, which sounds like a lot."

"But when it comes to the global market, it's not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

He turned around and looked at President Wang and President Zeng.

"and--"

"The technology I possess extends beyond batteries."

These words were like a needle pricking into the ears of General Manager Wang and General Manager Zeng.

More than just batteries?

What does he want to do?

Chips? Artificial intelligence? Or something else entirely?

Mr. Wang's breathing became rapid.

The rumors he had recently heard flashed through his mind—a supercomputer had been transported into the Future Technology Building, escorted by the military, with a very large entourage.

There's also Li Yichen's ambiguous relationship with those mentioned above.

Just how big a game is this man playing?

"so."

Li Yichen walked back to the sofa and sat down again.

"I'm willing to license my technology to you."

"But it's not free."

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng also sat down.

Both of their bodies were taut, like two fully drawn bows.

"Mr. Li, please speak."

"What are the conditions?"

Li Yichen held up one finger.

"First, the scope of authorization is limited."

"After you two acquire the technology, the Thor batteries you produce—"

"It can only be used for export."

"Or, models of your own brand sold overseas."

Mr. Wang's brows furrowed sharply.

"What about the domestic market?"

"Domestic market."

Li Yichen speaks very slowly, but each word is spoken with great emphasis.

"All battery supplies must be provided exclusively by Future Technology."

"Including vehicles sold by BYD in the country."

Mr. Wang's face turned pale instantly.

Mr. Zeng crumpled the tissue in his hand into a ball.

That line was drawn too harshly.

Li Yichen wants to firmly grasp absolute dominance in the domestic market.

He was willing to allocate overseas markets to Bidi and Ning Wang.

This forces both of them to fight tooth and nail against overseas giants like Panasonic, LG, and Samsung.

Meanwhile, he himself sits at home, steadily dominating the domestic market.

"Mr. Li..."

Mr. Wang's voice trembled slightly.

"Aren't these conditions... a bit too harsh?"

"The domestic market is our foundation."

"What if you had complete control over the battery supply—"

"Then our lifeline, wouldn't it be..."

Li Yichen interrupted him.

"Mr. Wang, please try to think about it from a different perspective."

"For the domestic market, Future Technology will be the exclusive supplier, and I will offer the most favorable price."

"You no longer need to worry about battery research and development, production, and quality control."

"When costs come down, profit margins actually increase."

"and--"

He paused.

"Once you acquire the technology, go and enter overseas markets."

"Use Thor batteries to beat Panasonic, LG, and Samsung."

"Crush them, and the profits from overseas markets will be split between the two of you."

"Isn't this much better than you guys stuck in the cutthroat competition within the country right now?"

Mr. Wang fell silent.

Mr. Zeng kept his head down, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the soaked tissue.

Li Yichen is right.

Even the largest domestic market has its limits.

Overseas markets are the real blue ocean.

If they can truly leverage Raytheon's technological advantages to quickly seize global market share...

The profits were indeed much higher than they are now.

"second."

Li Yichen raised his second finger.

"Licensing fee".

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng both looked up at the same time.

"How many?"

Li Yichen announced a number.

"50 billion for each company."

"Renminbi (RMB)".

The office fell silent once again.

Five hundred billion.

Five hundred billion each.

The total is 100 billion.

This is not a buyout of all patents, but rather a production license that limits the scope and region.

sky-high price.

Absolutely astronomical price.

Sweat rolled down Mr. Wang's forehead and dripped onto his suit collar.

Mr. Zeng's fingers began to tremble.

Five hundred billion.

BYD's annual net profit is only around 20 billion.

Prince Ning fared slightly better, but still didn't reach 30 billion.

This licensing fee will drain the profits of both companies for at least two years.

"Mr. Li..."

Mr. Zeng's voice was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Is this price... too high?"

"Five hundred billion, we..."

Is it high?

Li Yichen countered with a question.

"Mr. Zeng, please do the math."

"Once you acquire the technology, you can enter overseas markets."

"Given the performance of Thor batteries, is it unreasonable to price them 30% higher than Panasonic and LG?"

"Achieving a 40% market share isn't unreasonable, is it?"

"We can earn back the 50 billion yuan in licensing fees in one or two years."

"After that, it was all pure profit."

He leaned forward slightly.

"and--"

"If you don't buy it..."

"I can only develop this technology myself, slowly and painstakingly."

"I'll gradually take my share of overseas markets as well."

"But you two—"

Li Yichen didn't finish his sentence.

But the meaning is already quite clear.

If you don't buy, you're out.

This technology will completely kick them off the poker table for the next decade.

I bought it, even though it cost a fortune, at least I can still play it at the table.

We can also follow future technologies and reap the rewards of the global market.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng exchanged a glance.

Both of their eyes were churning with intense struggle.

Five hundred billion.

They staked two years' worth of company profits on the future of an overseas market.

If you win the bet, you take it all.

I lost the bet...

No.

We won't lose.

The technological advantages of Thor batteries are too obvious.

As long as production capacity can keep up, defeating overseas competitors will be a matter of overwhelming them.

Mr. Wang gritted his teeth.

The muscles in his cheeks were taut and angular.

"Mr. Li."

"We, Bidi, will take this authorization."

Mr. Zeng also looked up abruptly.

"Prince Ning wants it too."

"Five hundred billion, we'll take it."

Li Yichen smiled.

He stood up from the sofa and reached out his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

President Wang and President Zeng also stood up and shook his hands.

Three hands clasped together.

Powerful.

I held on for a full five seconds before letting go.

"The legal team will handle the details of the terms."

Li Yichen said.

"Scope of authorization, technology handover milestones, production capacity coordination, breach of contract clauses..."

"Finalize them one by one."

Ji Yanran immediately stepped forward and handed over the tablet computer.

The preliminary protocol framework has been outlined above.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng took the tablet and huddled together to look at it.

The two people's fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, occasionally pausing to exchange a few words in hushed tones.

The only sounds in the office were the soft tapping of tablets and the faint hum of the air conditioner vents.

It was a little after 3 p.m.

Two thick patent licensing intent agreements were placed on the desk.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng each picked up a pen and signed their names on the last page.

The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.

Signed.

Put down the pen.

The two of them simultaneously let out a long breath.

It felt like a huge burden had been lifted, or like boarding a ship with no turning back.

"The down payment is 25 billion for each company."

Li Yichen picked up the agreement and glanced at it.

"The funds will arrive within ten days."

"Subsequent payments will be made according to the progress of technology transfer."

Mr. Wang nodded.

"no problem."

"We'll make arrangements when we get back."

Mr. Zeng nodded in agreement.

"The funds for Prince Ning's side are ready."

"Payment can be made anytime."

Li Yichen handed the agreement to Ji Yanran.

Ji Yanran took the two pieces of paper, which together were worth a hundred billion, and her hand trembled slightly.

But she quickly regained her composure and put the agreement into a folder.

"The three of you, would you like some tea?"

She turned around and went to make tea.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Zeng sat down again.

This time, the two of them were much more relaxed.

Mr. Wang even unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

"Mr. Li."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"From now on, we're all in the same boat."

Li Yichen also picked up his teacup.

"A boat."

"Let's go out to sea together."

"Let's go fishing."

The three of them clinked their glasses.

The porcelain pieces clinked together, producing a crisp sound.

After seeing off General Manager Wang and General Manager Zeng, the office door was closed.

Ji Yanran stood behind Li Yichen, looking at the two folders.

"Boss..."

"One hundred billion."

"Just like that... you signed it?"

Li Yichen did not turn around.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched as two black cars drove off the side road and merged into the traffic below.

"This is just the beginning."

He said.

Ji Yanran walked to his side.

"If this deal gets leaked..."

"The entire financial world is going to explode."

Li Yichen smiled.

"Let's just fry it."

Anyway—

He paused.

"They can't blow us up."