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

One week later.

The 66th floor.

Li Yichen stood at the end of the production line, hands in his pockets, back against the anti-static wall panel. Ten battle suits were lined up in front of him, their matte black paint absorbing all the light under the cold white lights, even the metal edges exuding a menacing aura that made it hard to breathe.

It's completely different from the silver-gray style he uses himself.

The military version is thicker, wider, and heavier. The shoulder armor has a 15-degree greater outward angle, and the shrapnel protection layer on the chest bulges out a bit. The overall lines are so sharp they could cut your hand.

Ten units.

One machine makes no difference.

"Ling'er, check your self-examination."

Light gathered above the watch, and Ling'er's holographic figure popped out, stood at attention, and slapped her forehead with her right hand.

"Reporting to the boss! All ten Sky Soldier-02 units have completed self-testing! Power system, flight control system, weapon interface, neural network adapter layer—all are showing green lights, 100% pass rate!"

She puffed out her small chest, and her two ponytails stuck out high.

"Ready to be deployed in real combat at any time."

Li Yichen nodded.

His gaze swept over the ten battle suits. Each one was made from carbon fiber titanium alloy prefabricated plates, and went through cutting, welding, assembly, calibration, and painting. One suit worked every seventy-two hours, and all ten suits worked non-stop.

Ling'er did it. The robot did it. He only checked twice in the middle.

"Okay." He straightened up from the wall panel. "The armor production line has stopped."

Ling'er tilted her head. "Stop? Not continuing?"

"No more. Switch production lines and focus all efforts on hydrogen fuel cells."

Ling'er blinked her large, pixelated eyes, her mind racing for a fraction of a second.

"Based on the current equipment's precision and production capacity... we can produce about fifty micro hydrogen fuel cells per day. The military region's order of one thousand can be completed in twenty days."

Twenty days. One thousand coins. Twenty million coins each.

Two hundred billion in hand.

Li Yichen's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't think too much about it. He took out his phone, found Gu Shounian's number, and dialed it.

It made a sound and a half.

"Brother!"

"Brother Gu," Li Yichen said lazily, as if ordering takeout over the phone. "The goods are ready, ten Heavenly Soldiers, come and pick them up anytime."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came a muffled thud—the sound of porcelain shattering.

"What did you say? It's all done?! All ten are all done?!"

Gu Shounian's voice was raised to the point of cracking.

"Everything's ready. Just come and get it."

"Wait! I'll be right there!"

*Click.* The call ended.

Li Yichen put his phone back in his pocket and glanced at the ten cold, steel shells.

He hadn't calculated how much it was worth.

But he knew that once these ten things were put on a person, the rules of war would have to be rewritten.

Ten minutes later.

Gu Shounian stormed into Liu Guoliang's office without knocking.

"Old Liu! The armor is ready! Ten units!"

Liu Guoliang was signing a document, his pen leaving a long trail. He suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

Are you sure?

"Li Yichen said it himself!"

Liu Guoliang slammed his pen on the table and pushed his chair back. The speed with which he sprang up was unlike that of a general in his fifties; it was more like that of a green recruit who had just heard the assembly call.

"Activate the highest-security escort plan." He grabbed the phone from the table. "Deploy five armed escort vehicles to clear the way, and five heavy trucks equipped with electromagnetic detection shields for loading. All accompanying personnel are special operations personnel, armed with live ammunition."

The person on the other end of the phone replied, "Yes."

Liu Guoliang passed away, then turned to look at Gu Shounian.

"We'll leave at 7 p.m. tonight. We'll wait until all his employees have left work before we move."

Gu Shounian rubbed his hands together. "Shall we both go?"

"Nonsense." Liu Guoliang tugged at the hem of his military uniform. "This thing is more valuable than my life. If I don't keep an eye on it myself, what if it gets bumped or scratched on the way—"

He didn't finish the second half of his sentence, but the meaning was clear enough.

7:58 PM.

The streetlights around the Future Technology Building were still on, but the entire building was completely dark. All the employees had left by six o'clock; even those who were working overtime had been sent home by Ji Yanran.

Li Yichen stood in the lobby on the first floor, wearing a black hoodie, his hands in his pockets. The lobby was dimly lit, with only emergency lights on.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

A deep, rumbling engine roar came from afar. It wasn't just one or two vehicles, but a convoy; the low-frequency vibrations of the diesel engines could be felt even two streets away.

Then the headlights came on.

Five heavy machine gun-equipped pickup trucks led the way, their headlights cutting through the night, the gun barrels mounted on the truck beds gleaming coldly in the light. Following them were five dark green heavy trucks, their cargo beds sealed shut, not a single gap in the floor. Finally, two more armored vehicles brought up the rear.

The entire convoy roared up to the entrance of the building.

Security guard Xiao Wang was holed up in his booth scrolling through short videos.

His phone screen was still frozen on a funny clip. He looked up and saw the door of the first pickup truck pop open, and a burly man in full black combat gear, carrying an automatic rifle, jumped out.

Then the second one. The third one.

At least thirty special forces soldiers in black uniforms filed out of the vehicles.

Xiao Wang's phone slipped from his hand and slammed onto the table.

He pressed the gate switch with trembling hands, his mind racing with only one thought—was his boss a battery manufacturer or an arms dealer?

The convoy filed in.

The command vehicle door opened. Liu Guoliang and Gu Shounian jumped out one after the other and strode into the hall.

"Brother Li!" Gu Shounian rushed forward and grabbed Li Yichen's hand. His palm was burning hot—he didn't know if it was from nervousness or excitement.

Liu Guoliang followed behind, his face tense, but his eyes were already drifting towards the elevator.

"Which floor is the item on?"

"Top floor." Li Yichen pulled his hand away and tilted his head towards the elevator. "Let's go."

Special forces soldiers quickly established a perimeter. The clanging of gun bolts echoed loudly in the empty hall. Within a minute, the entire building was surrounded, preventing even a moth from entering.

Freight elevator.

Li Yichen activated the highest level of access. The elevator doors closed, the numbers flashed, and it went straight to sixty-six.

Inside the sedan chair.

Liu Guoliang's breathing quickened. He rubbed his palms together, trying to wipe away the sweat.

Gu Shounian was slightly better than him, but only slightly. His Adam's apple bobbed twice.

Ten seconds or so.

Ding.

The door opened.

The cold white light flooded in.

Ten deep black armored suits were lined up in a row, each spaced exactly one meter apart. The dust-free environment was spotless, and the matte coating on the armor surfaces swallowed up all the light, making them look like ten black holes standing there from a distance.

A sense of oppression washed over me.

Liu Guoliang paused for a moment as he stepped out of the elevator.

Then he walked over.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

He stretched out his right hand, his fingertips touching the chest armor plate of the first suit of armor.

It's icy.

The smooth texture unique to carbon fiber titanium alloy travels up to your fingertips, carrying the coolness that metal has to offer.

His fingers moved across the nail surface, from the breastplate to the shoulder armor, and from the shoulder armor to the arm armor. The movements were ridiculously light, like stroking a baby's forehead.

Gu Shounian, standing next to him, was even less reserved. He placed both hands directly on it, his left hand pressing on the curved surface of the power module on the back, and his right hand touching the outer shell of the hydraulic cylinder at the joint of the leg armor.

The expression on his face—

Well, how should I put it?

Li Yichen stood behind watching, only one phrase popping into his mind: a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

A general and a colonel, completely abandoning their high-ranking demeanor, were now touching and examining the black steel shells, more excited than an eighteen-year-old boy seeing his dream girl.

Ling'er whispered into her watch, "Brother, the way they look at each other... it's kind of scary."

Li Yichen endured it for two minutes.

"Commander Liu." He cleared his throat. "Stop touching it. Pack it up and get it moving quickly."

Liu Guoliang withdrew his hand from his armor and coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.

"Yes, pack them up." He turned and waved to the special forces soldiers waiting at the elevator. "Get them up! Bring all the specially made shockproof cases up! Be careful, if they get bumped or damaged, you'll be paying for it with your heads!"

More than twenty special forces soldiers rushed up. Each suit of armor weighed a little over 300 kilograms, and they were packed and secured in a specially made carbon fiber shockproof box, with four soldiers per suit.

Li Yichen leaned against the wall and looked around.

From the moment these suits were created until they were carried away, not a single living person touched the production line. He would keep the secret of the 66th floor a secret to the death.

One hour later.

Ten armored vehicles were transported to the first floor via freight elevator and crammed into the sealed cargo compartments of five heavy trucks. Two vehicles were placed in each truck, protected against shock, electromagnetic interference, and infrared radiation, as if they were gold bars being stored away in a vault.

Liu Guoliang stood next to the command vehicle, rubbing his hands together as he looked back at Li Yichen.

"Mr. Li, how about... you come along with the car? In case there's anything that needs adjusting when we get to the base—"

"OK."

Li Yichen didn't hesitate. After-sales service had to be top-notch.

He opened the back door of the command vehicle and climbed inside. The leather seats were cold, and the interior was filled with communication equipment, illuminated by green and blue indicator lights.

Liu Guoliang sat in the passenger seat. Gu Shounian sat next to Li Yichen.

The car door closed.

The convoy's engines started simultaneously. The diesel engines of the twelve vehicles emitted a deep resonance, merging into a muffled rumble in the empty night.

The headlights of the lead armored pickup truck lit up, cutting through the darkness, and the entire convoy slowly drove out of the wall of the Future Technology Building.

Inside the guard post, Xiao Wang watched the taillights of the last heavy truck disappear around the corner of the intersection.

He sat there blankly for a long time before taking out his phone and sending a WeChat message to his girlfriend.

"Honey, I think I might need to change jobs."

The convoy entered the elevated highway, heading towards the eastern suburbs of the city. Night winds seeped in through the cracks in the car windows. Li Yichen leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.

Gu Shounian leaned over and lowered his voice.

"Brother, about Ling'er's control system—the higher-ups asked again. After the armor is delivered, how exactly does the wearer control it?"

Li Yichen didn't open his eyes.

"You'll know once you put them on."

Gu Shounian wanted to ask more questions.

The vehicle-mounted radio suddenly crackled to life. A report from the communications soldier came from the front.

"Report: An unusual vehicle has been spotted following the convoy three kilometers ahead, suspected to be a surveillance operation by a foreign intelligence agency. Requesting instructions."

Liu Guoliang straightened his back instantly.

Li Yichen opened his eyes.