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

Li Yichen sprang up from the leather sofa.

The drowsiness vanished instantly.

He didn't even bother to zip up his coat; he grabbed the car keys from the coffee table and headed straight for the underground parking garage.

Looking up, the U8's engine let out a beastly roar, and the tires screeched as they scraped against the epoxy floor.

The car sped into the 2 a.m. night in Shanghai, heading straight for Future Aerospace Group.

In front of the precision laboratory building deep within the factory area, three military heavy trucks are lined up in a row.

The escorting soldiers sent by the Shanghai Military Region were fully armed, standing ramrod straight with their guns pointed diagonally at the ground.

Li Yichen pushed open the car door and strode over, quickly verifying the electronic password.

"Unload the goods and move them into the warehouse."

The soldiers moved swiftly, the hydraulic trolleys making a dull rolling sound as they rolled on the ground.

A six-meter-long tungsten-titanium alloy rod, a micro-propulsion component, and an ultra-high temperature resistant coating material.

Boxes of top-secret military supplies were neatly stacked in the temperature-controlled warehouse.

The last car drove away from the factory area, its taillights disappearing into the night.

Li Yichen turned and walked into the laboratory building. The heavy, airtight door slammed shut behind him, the metal latches locking him firmly.

"Ling'er, top-level security."

"Roger that, bro! The entire building has been physically disconnected from the external network, and the facial recognition whitelist only includes you."

Li Yichen took off his coat and tossed it aside, then strode to the control panel.

The holographic projection device was activated, and blue light spots intertwined in mid-air to form a complex track platform structure.

His fingers flew across the virtual keyboard, gradually bringing to life the blueprints of the space-based kinetic energy weapon in his mind.

All night long.

Until the pale light of daylight shone through the window.

With the last line of parameters finalized, Li Yichen stretched out a big yawn, his joints cracking.

For the next few days, he lived in the building permanently.

The mechanical equipment in the laboratory building was running at full power, and the silver-gray robotic arm was grinding the deadly tungsten-titanium alloy rod with sparks flying.

This thing is ridiculously hard.

Three diamond cutting tips were replaced before the intended threads could be cut.

Wearing a protective mask, Li Yichen personally adjusted the docking parameters of the miniature thrusters.

Sparks flew everywhere in the cleanroom, hitting the anti-static clothing and making a crackling sound.

When he was hungry, he would eat the compressed biscuits that Ling'er brought him; when he was sleepy, he would take a nap for two hours on the cot under the control panel.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and a large stubble was sticking out on his chin.

The phone on the control panel vibrated wildly.

Li Yichen pressed the speakerphone button.

On the other end of the phone, Ji Yanran's usually calm and steady voice betrayed an barely suppressed excitement.

"Boss, the clinical trial of the brain-computer interface chip has been a great success!"

"The first seven-year-old child born blind to have a microchip implanted was able to see his parents' faces clearly just ten minutes after the device was turned on!"

Ji Yanran spoke very quickly, slightly out of breath.

"The entire medical community in Daxia is in complete uproar. The company's landline has been bombarded with calls from the presidents of major tertiary hospitals."

"I'm about to hold a global press conference right away. Do you want to come and over and keep things quiet?"

Li Yichen stared at the cutting machine in front of him, sparks flying everywhere, and picked at his ear.

"You're in charge of the press conference. I'm busy working on a huge machine that can fly, so I don't have time to deal with it."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do."

The phone hangs up.

The scene shifts to the global press conference of Future Technology Group.

The multi-functional hall on the first floor was bustling with noise, and a wall of cameras and microphones were set up, with flashes so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

A documentary video is playing on the big screen.

A seven-year-old blind child with gauze on his head opens his eyes in bewilderment.

He stared blankly at the unfamiliar world before him, his little hands flailing wildly in mid-air.

My gaze finally settled on my mother's face, who was covering her mouth and crying.

The little boy awkwardly reached out his hand and carefully wiped away the tears on his mother's cheek.

"Mom, don't cry, I see you."

Countless reporters in the audience burst into tears, and the sound of them wiping their noses with tissues could be heard everywhere.

The reporters in the front row were frantically typing on their keyboards while wiping away tears, with their camera lenses pointed directly at the big screen.

Several blond, blue-eyed foreigners sitting in the VIP seats crossed their legs and looked disdainful.

This is the Asian representative from one of the world's three largest medical device giants.

The foreigner with the hooked nose is named Smith, and he is the Executive Vice President of Johnson & Johnson Medical in Asia.

He picked up the bottled water provided by the organizing committee, glanced at the label with disdain, and threw it back on the table.

"The people of Daxia always like to pull these kinds of sentimental stunts."

Smith complained to the Pfizer representative next to him in English.

"The development cost of such a chip, which breaks through the limits of neuroscience, starts at at least tens of billions of US dollars."

"In order to recoup their costs, they will never price it below one million US dollars."

The Pfizer representative adjusted his cufflinks, sneering repeatedly.

"One million? That's the factory price. Once it's in our hands, with service fees and surgery costs, three million US dollars isn't unreasonable, is it?"

"There are plenty of wealthy people in Daxia. They would sell their possessions to buy property in order to get back on their feet or see the light of day again."

"Poor people? Poor people should just die. Healthcare is a game for the rich anyway."

His companion pulled a thick, all-English contract from his briefcase and flicked the paper with his fingers.

"We must secure the agency rights. We'll take 30% of the profits, and that'll be enough for a lifetime of yachts and private jets."

The foreigners exchanged chuckles, their abacuses clattering loudly, their minds filled with the enormous wealth that was about to be theirs.

Ji Yanran, dressed in a bright red business suit, walked clattering to the center of the stage in high heels.

She didn't bring a speech, but rested her hands on the edge of the podium and looked around the audience.

"Dear media friends, we will now announce the pricing issue that everyone is most concerned about."

The entire room fell silent instantly; even the sound of camera shutters stopped, and everyone craned their necks.

The foreign representatives sat up straight, straightened their suits and ties, and prepared to receive that astronomical figure.

Ji Yanran parted her red lips slightly, each word resounding and forceful.

"I hereby announce that the future technology brain-computer interface chip will have a unified domestic price—"

"Sixteen thousand yuan!"

"The international price is a uniform $16,000!"

"Furthermore, disabled individuals at Daxia enjoy absolute priority in supply!"

The hall was silent for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later.

The cheers, screams, and applause literally blew the ceiling off the multi-purpose hall.

Sixteen thousand yuan!

This isn't selling high technology; it's practically selling a life-changing miracle like cabbage!

The chat in the live stream paused for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the screen was completely flooded with exclamation marks and "Holy crap!"

"Sixteen thousand? I can buy a life with a month's salary?!"

"Future technology is awesome! Long live Boss Li!"

"Selling for $16,000 overseas? Hahaha, this reverse-harvesting is so satisfying!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ji! Thank you, Future Technology! My bedridden father is saved!"

The journalists on the righteous side were ecstatic, their worldviews completely reshaped, and some were so excited that they threw their recording pens into the air.

Several foreign representatives in the front row jumped up from their chairs.

Smith's face turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color, and his psychological defenses crumbled layer by layer.

"They're insane! They're absolutely insane!"

Is the overseas price $16,000?

The million-dollar agency contract they were holding, which they had prepared to make a fortune from, fell to the ground on the red carpet with a "thud".

This pricing has overturned the table of exorbitant profits in the global high-end medical device industry, leaving capitalists with absolutely nothing!

The press conference was a huge success, generating a massive online buzz and receiving overwhelming praise.

Meanwhile, inside the precision laboratory building.

Li Yichen was holding a glass of ice water, watching the tungsten-titanium alloy rod complete the final polishing process.

The watch suddenly emitted a piercing, high-frequency beep.

Ling'er's virtual avatar jumped into the air, holding up a red warning sign with both hands, her little face tense.

"Brother! There are unusual fluctuations in dark web traffic!"

"Three anonymous overseas accounts have just jointly posted death warrants targeting you and Ji Yanran!"

"The bounty is a whopping five hundred million US dollars!"

Li Yichen paused in his drinking motion, swallowing the icy water in his throat.

Ling'er pulled up several screenshots of encrypted web pages. The entire wanted poster was in English, accompanied by photos of the two people, with the red "WANTED" lettering standing out prominently.

"That price of 16,000 yuan completely cut off the source of revenue for foreign pharmaceutical giants."

"They're desperate and planning to hire someone to kill them!"

Li Yichen slammed the glass onto the countertop, making a crisp sound.

Instead of panicking, he twitched the corner of his lips.

"Five hundred million US dollars?"

"These capitalists are so stingy, they don't even make enough for my monthly passive income."

"You think you can buy my life with this little bit of money? Who are you trying to embarrass?"

Joking aside, since the other party has made a move, he has to accept it.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Ji Yanran's number directly.

The call was answered instantly.

"Boss, the press conference was a huge success! We—"

Listen carefully.

Li Yichen interrupted her, his tone forceful.

"Starting tonight, pack up all your personal belongings."

"Move to the villa next door."

"Bring all eight of Lin Muqing's special forces female soldiers with you and keep them under close protection 24 hours a day."

Ji Yanran on the other end of the phone was stunned, keenly sensing the danger.

"What happened?"

Li Yichen did not answer immediately, but tapped his fingers twice on the metal tabletop.

He dialed Lin Muqing's number again.

"Captain Lin."

"Boss, please give instructions." Lin Muqing's voice was crisp and clear.

"Bring your men, fully armed, and take over all of Ji Yanran's security."

"From now on, any stranger who comes within three meters of her should be shot down without warning."

Lin Muqing smelled blood on the other end of the phone.

"Understood! Special operations team, immediately enter Level 1 combat readiness!"

Li Yichen hung up the phone, placed his hands on the edge of the control panel, and stared at the screenshot of the $500 million dark web bounty on the big screen.

"Someone's gotten angry and wants to settle scores with us."