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

"Bro! The sun's already high in the sky! Get up and have breakfast!"

The door was flung open. Miao, clutching a purple bunny doll, scrambled onto the bed and yanked the blanket off Li Yichen. The little girl's knee landed squarely on his waist, making him groan in pain.

"You silly girl, can't you knock before you come in...?"

Miaomiao wouldn't listen at all, cupping his face in her little hands and pulling it upwards. "Uncle Zhou made shrimp and egg soup! If you don't get up, I'll eat it all!"

Li Yichen resignedly sat up. He ruffled Miao Miao's pigtails and scooped the little girl off the bed. "Okay, stop pulling my face, it's all deformed."

Miaomiao ran out. "I'll go tell Uncle Zhou to give me another bowl!"

Li Yichen sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his neck. His ribs no longer hurt at all. The repair ability of the gene-optimized serum was truly abnormal; he had broken three ribs, and in less than a week, he was completely fine.

Deep in my mind, the system panel was quietly lit up.

6553.6.

The number jumps every second. Each jump is six thousand five. In the time it takes him to yawn, he's made over forty thousand.

Wash up. Go downstairs.

The table was laden with Zhou Dahai's culinary creations: steamed shrimp with eggs, scallion oil noodles, xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and a dish of pickled cucumbers. Li Niannian was serving food to Miaomiao, while Ji Yanran had already left for work.

Li Yichen picked up a bowl of white porridge and sipped it slowly.

Miao Miao sat opposite, half a steamed bun stuffed in her mouth, and mumbled, "Brother, are you going fishing again today?"

"I'm not going."

Why?

"Brother needs to rest with his eyes closed today." He put down the bowl and wiped his mouth. "You're injured and need to rest."

After finishing breakfast, he took a cup of warm water and went upstairs to the second floor.

Push open the master bedroom door. Go inside. Lock it from the inside.

The curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight squeezed in through the gaps, cutting a bright line across the floor.

Li Yichen leaned against the headboard, the back of his head resting against the soft cushion.

Consciousness sank into the mind.

Two gold icons flickered in the corner of the system panel. The light wasn't dazzling, but it was captivating.

come on.

First.

Just a thought.

A burst of golden light erupted, and then it was over.

A system notification popped up:

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 1 fully automated, high-precision industrial machine tool (already stored in system space)]

Li Yichen was stunned for two seconds.

Industrial machine tools.

He knew it all too well. It was that super equipment on the 66th floor, constantly being developed—the one that worked day and night to build the armor and hydrogen fuel cells.

The system sent another set.

He stroked his chin and muttered, "Is this a complaint that my production capacity is insufficient? Or is it an indication that I should mass-produce troops?"

But getting something for free is still a win.

With two machine tools operating in parallel, production capacity doubled. The military region's order for 1,000 hydrogen fuel cells was secured in ten days, bringing in a staggering 20 billion yuan in cash.

Great stuff. Definitely good stuff.

But it's not exciting enough.

He shifted his gaze to the last gold icon.

He let out a sigh of relief.

point.

The golden data stream instantly transformed into a storm.

It felt like a high-speed centrifuge had been shoved into his head, all the information, carrying immense pressure, crashing down from all directions. Li Yichen's back arched, the back of his head pressed hard against the headboard, his teeth clenched until they ached.

The veins in his temples were throbbing. He could hear his own pulse pounding in his ears.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

Forty minutes.

One hour.

Sweat trickled down his temples from his forehead, soaking the edges of the pillowcase.

The moment the last set of data was placed—

Li Yichen suddenly opened his eyes.

The pupils contracted to their limit.

He sat there, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving violently. He gasped for breath seven or eight times, his throat gurgling with hoarse gasps.

Then he laughed.

It wasn't a relaxed laugh. It was a wild, exhilarating feeling—blood rushing, adrenaline surging, and joy seeping from every crevice of your bones.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Space-based Kinetic Weapon System (Complete Version). Includes: Orbital platform design blueprints, tungsten-titanium alloy kinetic energy projectile manufacturing process, micro-thruster precision guidance scheme, camouflage satellite outer shell structure, and the entire deployment and recovery process.]

Space-based kinetic energy weapons.

Just like the Rod of God in the American movies.

The blueprints unfolded in my mind. They were so clear that the pitch of each screw was precise to the last detail.

Normally, it folds up in low Earth orbit, disguised as a large communications satellite. No one can tell the difference.

Once deployed—the high-purity tungsten-titanium alloy rods inside detach from the track. It is six meters long and thirty centimeters in diameter. It carries no explosives.

It relies solely on Earth's gravity.

With the addition of micro-thrusters for correction and acceleration.

It crashed into the ground from space at a speed of over ten Mach.

Its kinetic energy is equivalent to that of a tactical nuclear bomb. It can trigger a localized earthquake. It can destroy fortified bunkers hundreds of meters underground.

Zero nuclear contamination. Zero radiation residue. They're done and they're gone, completely clean.

Li Yichen leaned against the headboard, his hands resting on his abdomen.

In his mind, he imagined a tungsten rod falling to the ground. Plunging from space at speeds of over ten Mach, everything within a radius of several hundred meters would liquefy upon impact.

Does the US have an aircraft carrier battle group?

It doesn't matter.

Hang this thing in space. Anyone who dares to touch it will be punished by heaven.

But he won't misuse it.

Absolutely not.

This is the trump card. It's the kind of trump card where "you never know if I have a royal flush." ​​As long as it exists, no one dares to corner him.

Li Yichen closed his eyes, and the excitement in his mind slowly subsided.

Lingxiao II.

Liu Ruyan is pushing forward with the plan. Its carrying capacity is even stronger than the first satellite. They'll send it up under the guise of launching a commercial satellite—

It goes unnoticed by gods and ghosts.

The only private force on Earth with space-level strategic strike capabilities.

He was all alone.

Li Yichen sat up in bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He changed into a clean T-shirt and picked up his car keys from the coffee table.

When I went downstairs, Miaomiao was lying on the sofa drawing.

"Brother, weren't you supposed to be resting? Why are you going out again?"

"All done." He ruffled the little girl's hair. "I have some errands to run at the company, I'll be right back."

Looking up, he watched the U8 drive out of Tomson Riviera. Ling'er took over the steering wheel, and he leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.

Forty minutes later. Future Technology Building. Basement parking garage.

A private elevator goes directly to the 66th floor.

In the 3,000-square-meter open area, the original industrial machine was humming. The silver-gray robotic arm was methodically assembling the Nth hydrogen fuel cell.

Li Yichen walked to the center of the open space.

Close your eyes. With a thought.

The industrial machine tool stored in the system space was materialized.

The air distorted for a moment. Then—a massive array of silver-gray machinery appeared out of thin air. Bases, conveyor belts, precision machining arms, and detection modules landed neatly in the designated area. Exactly the same as the one next to it. Standing side by side.

Ling'er's holographic projection popped out of the watch, and the little girl flew around the new device twice, her eyes darting around very fast.

"Brother!" she screamed, doing two somersaults in mid-air. "Where did this come from?! Another one from the system?!"

"Um."

"If both machine sets are running at full power—" Ling'er counted on her fingers for three seconds, "we can produce one hundred miniature hydrogen fuel cells a day!"

One hundred pieces. One hundred produced daily.

The military region's order of 1,000 units was completed in ten days.

Two hundred billion. The funds will arrive in ten days.

Li Yichen's lips curled into a slight smile. "Alright, the debugging and operation of the new equipment are all yours. How long will the inventory in the materials warehouse last?"

"Twelve days! More than enough!"

"Then let's get started."

He brushed non-existent dust off his hands, then turned and headed for the elevator.

"Brother, you're leaving already? Aren't you going to take a few more looks?" Ling'er chased after him, clinging to his shoulder and bringing her face close to his.

"What's so interesting?" Li Yichen pressed a button on the floor below. "The machines are running, the money's coming in, I'm going home to have some tea."

The elevator doors closed.

Ling'er tilted her head, her ponytail swaying. "Brother, you're living like a retired old cadre now."

"That's called quality of life."

I looked up as the U8 drove out of the building and merged into the afternoon traffic in Pudong.

Sunlight streamed in from above the windshield, landing on the back of Li Yichen's hand, feeling warm and cozy.

Deep in his mind, the complete blueprints for the space-based kinetic energy weapon lay quietly, awaiting the day Lingxiao-2 would be in place.

He rolled down the car window a crack. A breeze blew in, carrying the scent of early summer.

He drove home, ready to fulfill his promise to Miaomiao that he would take her fishing next time.

As for fish...

Li Yichen took out his phone and scrolled to the transfer record of that guy by the river last time.

I'm wondering if I should book two in advance.