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

Zhao Tiezhu stood there, watching the ten black armored vehicles line up and retract, his breath coming out bitter.

The deputy battalion commander next to him patted him on the shoulder, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Zhao Tiezhu waved his hand. "Don't try to comfort me. Go back and write your self-criticism."

He turned around and walked back towards his unit, which he had determined to have "destroyed" 92 percent of its strength.

My steps were as heavy as if they were made of lead.

Below the observation tower.

Gu Shounian ran to Li Yichen's side in three quick steps and took the initiative to open the back door of the command vehicle.

"Hey bro, get in the car, I'll take you home."

Li Yichen yawned and slumped into the back seat. The moment his head hit the leather headrest, he didn't want to move his legs.

Gu Shounian got into the driver's seat.

A dignified colonel from the Shanghai Military Region, working as someone's driver, and he's all smiles and eagerness.

He glanced at the young face with its eyes closed in the rearview mirror, his Adam's apple bobbing, and swallowed back the words he was about to say, "Brother, you're a living ancestor."

The car started and drove out of the underground base.

The journey was smooth.

Gu Shounian drove steadily, slowing down slightly when going over speed bumps, as if afraid of jolting the gentleman behind him.

The lights in the Tomson Riviera villas were still on.

Li Yichen was jolted awake and groggily pushed open the car door.

"Brother Gu, let's go back."

Gu Shounian leaned out of the car window. "Brother, be careful—"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yichen had already pushed open the door and entered the villa.

Gu Shounian stared blankly at the closed door for three seconds.

Then he turned the car around and drove all the way back to the military region.

On the way, he took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Guoliang: "The person has been delivered."

Liu Guoliang replied instantly: "Understood."

It was followed by a thumbs-up emoji.

Tomson Riviera.

Li Yichen kicked off his shoes, didn't wash his face, didn't brush his teeth, and didn't even take off his coat before collapsing onto the bed.

His face slammed into the pillow, and two seconds later, even breathing could be heard.

The entire villa fell silent.

Shanghai Military Region.

Liu Guoliang returned to his office.

He leaned back in his chair, propping his legs up on the table. He clutched the newly released report on the Heavenly Soldier Armor exercise, flipping through it three times.

The more I look at it, the happier I get.

He was so happy that his back teeth were showing.

Five years.

Five whole years.

In every joint military exercise between the five theater commands, the Shanghai Military Region always ranks last.

Every time Lao Zhang from the Eastern Theater Command held a meeting, he would pat him on the shoulder and say, "Old Liu, don't be discouraged. Being at the bottom is also a form of stability."

Zhao Guangming from the Western Theater Command went even further: "Brother Guoliang, does your military region want us to spare a few old Type 59 tanks to make a show of things?"

That bald guy Li Tiezhu from the Northern Theater Command is even worse. At the debriefing meeting after the last joint exercise, he said in front of everyone, "The Shanghai Military Region's performance... was stable, maintaining its consistent level."

The whole room burst into laughter.

Liu Guoliang smiled, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and remained expressionless.

When I got back, I smashed an enamel mug to pieces in my office.

just now.

He looked at the line on the report—"Ten Heavenly Soldiers Armored Units, against a full-strength heavy combined arms battalion, annihilated 92 percent of the enemy's combat power within five hours, with zero losses on our side. Five hours, and the Heavenly Soldiers Armored Units held back."—The corners of his mouth curved into a wide grin that almost reached his ears.

He slammed the report on the table.

stand up.

I paced back and forth in the office four times.

Then he grabbed the red secure phone on the table, flipped through the contacts, and found the first name.

Zhang Weiguo, Deputy Commander of the Eastern Theater Command.

dial.

Two sounds.

"Old Zhang!" Liu Guoliang's voice boomed, as if he'd been injected with adrenaline. "Are you busy lately?"

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback.

"Guoliang? What's up?"

"Nothing serious! I was just thinking that you guys are coming to Shanghai next week for a joint military exercise preparatory meeting, so I figured I'd come a day early. It's been a while since we guys have gotten together—"

He paused, then unleashed his killing move.

"It's my treat."

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"What did you say?" Zhang Weiguo's voice changed. "You're treating?"

"Yes, it's my treat." Liu Guoliang waved his hand, though the person opposite couldn't see him. "Tomorrow night, at the military region's guesthouse, I'll open my 20-year-old special-supply Moutai. We'll drink until we drop!"

Zhang Weiguo held the receiver two inches away from the other end of the phone to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Liu Guoliang, are you running a fever?"

"Get lost. Are you coming or not?"

"..." Zhang Weiguo was still questioning his life when he hung up.

Second call. From Zhao Guangming, Deputy Commander of the Western Theater Command.

Same lines. Same shock.

"Old Liu, have you been kidnapped? Blink twice to let me know?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you coming tomorrow night or not?"

"Come on! You absolutely have to come! You, Liu the Iron Rooster, are treating? I won't leave until you're bankrupt!"

Third message. Li Tiezhu, Deputy Commander of the Northern Theater Command.

"Are you sure it's you speaking? Or is someone holding a gun to your head?"

Liu Guoliang's temple throbbed twice.

"Baldy, are you coming or not? Give me a straight answer."

"Come, you must come. Even if the Commander-in-Chief comes, he can't stop me."

Fourth message. Sun Haotian, Deputy Commander of the Southern Theater Command.

"Old Liu, did you win the lottery?"

"...You'll find out when you come tomorrow."

After making four phone calls, Liu Guoliang put the receiver back.

He tapped his knuckles twice on the table.

The smile at the corner of his mouth didn't fade; instead, it deepened.

He could already picture that scene—

The joint military exercises next week.

The vast desert of Northwest China.

The elite troops of the four war zones are all in place, determined to win first place.

Then his ten heavenly soldiers descended from the sky.

Mach 3.

The moment they crashed into the battlefield from the air, all tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and armed helicopters became moving targets.

Liu Guoliang leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head.

"Zhang Weiguo, Zhao Guangming, Li Tiezhu, Sun Haotian."

He read them one by one.

"You've been laughing at me for five years."

He closed his eyes.

"Next week—it'll be my turn to laugh."

at the same time.

Zhang Weiguo, deputy commander of the Eastern Theater Command, made a voice call to a group of four people.

Zhao Guangming, Li Tiezhu, and Sun Haotian.

"Hey guys, Liu the Iron-Willed called to invite me for drinks today. Did you get a call too?"

"We accepted!" the three of them said in unison.

Zhao Guangming laughed so hard he almost choked. "Old Liu must have been provoked by something. The guy who usually seals his leftover takeout from the cafeteria with three layers of plastic wrap. And today he's opening a bottle of 20-year-old special-supply Moutai?"

Li Tiezhu touched his bald head. "I suspect he might have some terminal illness and wanted to drink some good wine before he passed away."

"Pah! Don't jinx it!" Sun Haotian quickly interrupted. "No matter the reason, we have to make him pay tomorrow. That old bastard owes us at least twenty meals."

"right!"

"Kill him!"

"Drink him under the table!"

The four of them laughed for a while in the group chat and agreed to arrive half an hour early the next day, bringing their own cups—in case Liu Guoliang tried to fob them off with a small cup.

What they didn't know was that after Liu Guoliang hung up the phone, he laughed for a full three minutes at the tactical sand table in his office.

That smile was so sinister it could drip water.

Future Technology Headquarters.

The light in Ji Yanran's office stayed on until 11 p.m.

There were more than twenty contracts and payment approval forms piled on the table.

The final payment for the equipment in the first phase of the battery plant is 9 billion.

The remaining payment for the equipment at the second-phase chip factory is 11 billion.

Two hundred billion.

Ji Yanran signed the last approval form and rubbed her sore wrist.

I took out my phone and sent a voice message to the CFO.

"Transfer all of this money out before nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Two hundred billion, not a single penny less."

She tossed her phone back on the table, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds.

Two hundred billion.

Six months ago, this number would have caused an earthquake in the entire business district of Shanghai.

Now?

The company's cash flow is still excessively abundant.

She didn't know when she became completely desensitized to the "hundred billion" level.

It was probably after I started working for this boss.

Tomson Riviera. 2 AM.

The villa was pitch black; everyone was asleep.

Li Yichen lay on the master bedroom bed in the exact same position as when he had fallen in a few hours earlier. He was fast asleep.

Then--

Deep in my mind.

The golden light exploded.

The system panel exploded in the center of the field of vision, and the data jumped wildly.

[Ding! Host's cumulative spending has reached the target!]

[Wealth Level Upgrade: Lv.15 directly jumps to Lv.17!]

[Passive income updated: 6553.6 yuan/second]

[Wealth Gift Pack x2 unlocked, to be opened]

Li Yichen sprang up from the bed.

His eyes were wide open.

He skipped two grades.

He stared at the number on the panel—6553.6 yuan/second.

My brain started automatically doing the calculations.

390,000 in one minute.

Twenty-three and a half million in one hour.

One day—566 million.

One month – 17 billion.

One year – 209.3 billion.

Two hundred billion.

Lying down. Doing absolutely nothing. Two hundred billion a year.

What does this mean?

Even if he closes his company, smashes his armor, and blows up his rockets now, and just stays by the Huangpu River fishing for air force pilots every day, he can still sit firmly on the throne of the world's richest man in ten years.

Li Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting his knees.

Adrenaline is buzzing in the blood vessels.

But not because of money.

Money has truly become just a number to him. An absurdly long number.

What truly made his heart race were those two items in his inventory.

Two gold icons.

It lay quietly in the corner of the system panel, emitting a dazzling light that was impossible to look away from.

[Wealth Gift Pack x2 (Unopened)]

What did he receive in each of the previous gift packs?

Graphene batteries have revolutionized the energy industry. Photonic chips have transformed the computing landscape. Holographic projection has shattered the limitations of the communications field. Exoskeleton armor allowed him to single-handedly cripple an aircraft carrier.

These two new ones—

What could it be this time?

Li Yichen stared at the two golden lights and licked his lips.

My fingertip hovers over the first icon. My heart pounds in my chest.

Not urgent.

He pulled his hand back, clenched his fist and then relaxed it.

I haven't slept for two days. My ribs have just healed, and although my mind is excited, it's not exactly clear. Last time I forcibly received the data stream from the exoskeleton armor, it took me more than three hours to recover.

What if these two gift packs contain even more information than the last one—

We need to wait until it's in its best condition before disassembling it.

Li Yichen pressed the system panel deep into his consciousness, and the golden light went out.

I lay back down on the pillow.

Close your eyes.

I silently recited the number in my mind.

6553.6.

every second.

The corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.

With the number as his pillow, he turned over and fell asleep again thirty seconds later.

Outside the window, the lights of Lujiazui on the opposite bank of the Huangpu River flickered in the night.

And those two golden gift bags waited quietly in the deepest part of his consciousness.

Wait for him to reach out.