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

A water glass rested on the windowsill, its glass base tapping softly against the marble.

Li Yichen drew the sheer curtains of the French windows and walked into the bedroom. After taking a shower and changing into his pajamas, he lay down on the large bed.

There was a ring of recessed LED strip lights embedded in the ceiling, but they were not turned on. The only light in the room was the small nightlight on the bedside table.

A thought arose.

The wealth system panel in my mind appeared.

He hadn't looked at this thing seriously for a while. He was busy acquiring the aerospace group, pouring money into the company's research and development, buying equipment, paying salaries... money was flowing out like water, and he was too lazy to calculate the exact amount spent.

The numbers on the panel lit up quietly.

[Wealth Level: Lv.12]

Current income: 204.8 yuan/second

[Cumulative spending: Lv.12 unlock requirements met]

Li Yichen stared at the number "204.8" for a couple of seconds.

Two hundred dollars per second.

Two thousand in ten seconds.

Twelve thousand per minute.

One hour – 730,000.

One day—86,400 seconds, multiplied by 204.8…

17.69 million.

One day. Doing absolutely nothing. Lying down. Breathing. Heartbeat. And money just keeps flowing into your account.

Five hundred and three hundred million in one month.

a year?

Six billion.4 billion.

Li Yichen put his hand on his forehead and stared at the dark gray seam line on the ceiling.

Sixty-four billion. A few months ago, that amount would have been enough for him to deliver takeout for ten lifetimes. Now, it's just a fraction of what he earns while he's asleep.

However, what really made his heart race at this moment was not the passive income.

It's those two golden items in the inventory.

[Wealth Gift Pack x2 (Unopened)]

One for level 11, one for level 12.

What did the first ten packages give him? Graphene solid-state batteries, artificial intelligence, photonic current-carrying chips, rocket engines, gene-optimized serums... Each one of them is a game-changer that could disrupt an entire industry.

What will these two new ones be?

Li Yichen licked his lips.

open.

-

I opened the first gift pack.

The system notification sounded in my head, crisp and clear.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Holographic Projection Technology (Complete Version). Includes: underlying optical algorithm source code, hardware structure blueprints, core optical material formulas, and system integration solutions.]

The data came in as soon as I finished speaking.

It wasn't transmitted bit by bit; it was crammed into the brain in chunks. Optical refraction matrices, nanoscale microlens array arrangements, the principle of omnidirectional interference field generation, the precise parameters of spatial light modulators…

There's so much information!

Li Yichen closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and pressed the back of his head against the pillow. His skull was buzzing, as if a high-speed server was inside it.

Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Forty minutes.

More than an hour.

A fine layer of sweat seeped from his forehead, trickling down his temples and dripping onto the pillowcase.

The moment he finished digesting everything, Li Yichen suddenly opened his eyes. He gasped for breath three times, his chest heaving violently, and the back of his pajamas was soaked with sweat.

But my mind was crystal clear.

All the technical details, material formulas, and assembly processes are clearly and systematically laid out there.

This is not one of those fake holographic displays that are misleading people on the market. It's not some gimmick like "glasses-free 3D" or "air projection."

This is real, physical light and shadow that floats in the air without any medium.

Li Yichen sat up, leaning his back against the headboard.

I quickly went through the application scenarios in my mind—communication, entertainment, military simulation, medical simulation… There are countless industrial chains that a single technology can destroy.

Li Yichen let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Great stuff. Absolutely fantastic stuff.

But there's still one that's not open tonight.

He stretched his neck, turning it twice, and his joints made a slight clicking sound.

Here. The second one. Click on it.

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[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Exoskeleton Armor Technology (Complete Version). Includes: armor body design blueprints, ergonomic adaptation system, power transmission architecture, sensory feedback neural interface, and the complete technology for the supporting energy system—a micro hydrogen fuel cell.]

This time, the data deluge was more than ten times stronger than the last.

The moment the information flooded his mind, Li Yichen's body jerked violently. He gripped the bedsheets with both hands, his ten fingers digging in, pulling the silk fabric into wrinkles.

There are way too many of those.

Ergonomic structural mechanics, carbon fiber-titanium alloy composite material ratio, precision control of micro hydraulic joints, skin surface sensor arrays... Each module has more than a dozen sub-directories, each representing an independent discipline of knowledge.

My head hurts. It hurts so much it feels like it's going to explode. The veins in my temples are throbbing, you can see them throbbing through my skin.

Fortunately, he had drunk that vial of gene-optimized serum beforehand. His brain's information processing bandwidth was expanded by more than an order of magnitude. For an ordinary person, this information tsunami would have burned their brain to mush.

Li Yichen endured it with all his might. His teeth ached from clenching them so tightly.

One hour. Two hours. Three hours.

Three whole hours.

When the last piece of data settled in his mind, Li Yichen collapsed onto the bed, his whole body as if he had been pulled out of the water, and a large part of his pillow was soaked with sweat.

But his mouth—was crooked. Crooked upwards. A smile. With a kind of exhilarating relief, as if he had just escaped a disaster.

Because among that vast sea of ​​technical documents, there was one thing that made his scalp tingle.

The power source for the exoskeleton armor.

It's not a lithium battery, not a solid-state battery, and not even the Thor battery he made himself.

It is a miniature hydrogen fuel cell.

This thing's energy density far surpasses that of currently mass-produced graphene solid-state batteries. It's only the size of a fist, and its battery life is measured in years.

A true sci-fi level energy source. In movies, that's what powers the robotic warriors.

The system packaged this thing as an "accessory" for the exoskeleton armor and sent it to us.

Accessories.

Accessories!

This micro hydrogen fuel cell technology alone is enough to revolutionize the global energy landscape once again. The system treats it as a bonus...

"You're really generous," Li Yichen muttered in a hoarse voice, looking at the ceiling.

The system ignored him. It never pays attention to such nonsense.

Li Yichen lay on the bed for another five minutes. Images flashed through his mind frame by frame—what kind of interactive experience could be created by the holographic projection combined with Ling'er? With the exoskeleton armor and miniature hydrogen fuel cells, how much power could a person unleash? And then, layered with photon-carrying chips as the core computing unit…

The three technologies are combined.

Li Yichen's breathing became heavy. Not from exhaustion. From excitement. That kind of excitement that made his blood rush from the base of his spine to the top of his head.

That's enough. I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

He ripped off his soaking wet pajamas, crumpled them into a ball, and tossed them at the foot of the bed before crawling under the covers. His mind still replaying those technical parameters, he drifted into a deep sleep as his consciousness began to fade.

-

7:12 AM.

Li Yichen was woken up by his stomach. Not by an alarm clock, not by his phone, but by his stomach.

Last night's three-hour high-intensity brain activity depleted my energy reserves, and now I'm starving.

I went downstairs. Zhou Dahai was already busy in the kitchen. Spatulas were flying, and three or four pots were burning on the stove at the same time.

"Uncle Zhou, make some more." Li Yichen pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Alright."

Miao Miao ran from the living room, clutching a small purple rabbit in her hand, and dashed to his legs. "Good morning, Brother Chen!"

"Good morning." Li Yichen reached out and patted her head.

Six poached eggs, a large bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, four fried dough sticks, and two meat buns. All gone.

Li Niannian stood beside him, watching his appetite. She opened her mouth twice, but ultimately said nothing. She was used to it. The boss's stomach was beyond the comprehension of normal people.

After finishing his meal, Li Yichen stood up and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Niannian, don't worry about me today. I'm going out for a bit and might not be back tonight."

"Okay, Brother Li."

He picked up the car keys from the coffee table—looking up at the U8's key. He went out.

We're not going to the headquarters building in Lujiazui today.

The destination is the coastal mudflat science and technology innovation zone east of the Pudong Outer Ring Road. There is a factory area there covering more than 3,000 acres, which was called "Blue Sky Aerospace Technology" just half a month ago.

The sign at the entrance has now been changed.

Holographic projection requires a precision optics laboratory. Exoskeleton armor requires a materials processing workshop and a mechanical testing platform. Miniature hydrogen fuel cells require a high-pressure sealed environment and hydrogen storage facilities.

These things can't be done in the villas of Tomson Riviera, nor in the office buildings of Lujiazui.

Only the aerospace base has the most advanced hardware laboratories and cleanrooms in the country.

The car exited the elevated road and turned onto a straight, two-way four-lane road. On both sides were vast reed beds and newly built industrial park walls.

Fifteen minutes later, a six-meter-high white wall appeared on the horizon. Above the gate in the very center of the wall, six titanium-plated characters gleamed in the morning sunlight.

Upon seeing the license plate of the car with license plate U8, the security guard reflexively pressed the switch on the barrier.

Li Yichen's car entered the factory area and drove along the main road. To the left was the administration building, and to the right was the No. 1 assembly workshop. In the distance, the crane of the sea launch platform could be seen.

He didn't go to the administration building.

The car turned a corner and stopped in front of a low-rise gray building at the deepest part of the factory area.

The building has no signs except for a stainless steel plaque at the entrance with four characters engraved on it: "Precision Laboratory Building".

Li Yichen turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car. The early spring sea breeze blew in from the east, carrying a salty and damp smell, causing the hem of his coat to flutter backward.

He stood at the entrance of the laboratory building, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

It rang twice, then I answered.

"Liu Ruyan".

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "Mr. Li?"

"Come to the precision laboratory building in ten minutes."

He hung up the phone, swiped his access card, and went inside.

The airtight door at the end of the corridor slowly closed behind him, the metallic clanging of the latches echoing twice in the empty passage before falling silent.

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