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

Ten days later.

The eastern suburbs of Shanghai.

Outside the main gate of Future Technology Phase I and Phase II Super Factory.

On both sides of the 20-meter-wide asphalt road, red and blue flower baskets stretched for a full three kilometers.

They practically emptied out most of the flower shops in Shanghai.

Liu Bing and Han Fei, dressed in custom-made haute couture suits with their ties askew, were directing parking at the entrance, sweating profusely.

"Turn left! Hey, stop there! Don't bump into that Rolls-Royce!"

After shouting into the walkie-talkie, Liu Bing wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to complain to Han Fei.

"Brother Chen's entourage is practically half of the GDP of the Great Xia Dynasty. Look at these license plates, they're all consecutive numbers."

Han Fei fanned himself with his collar and nodded repeatedly.

"You bet that's right. The guy who just went in, I see him on the news all the time. My legs are still weak."

A cordon was set up around the factory.

Ten security guards, dressed in ordinary dark blue security uniforms, stood ramrod straight.

His back was straight, and his legs were apart.

Several ticket scalpers, taking advantage of the large crowd, grumbled and tried to push their way forward, attempting to sneak in and resell the tickets.

"What are you pushing for! I'm going in to find someone!"

The lead scalper had just reached his hand toward the warning line.

The security guard at the very edge turned his head.

My gaze swept past the ox's face.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements, just stared blankly.

The moment the scalper met those eyes, his knees buckled and his legs began to tremble.

That's the T-800 Terminator.

A killing machine spun out overnight by an industrial machine tool.

Those eyes held no human emotions, only pure code and murderous intent.

The ox felt a chill run down its spine and its scalp tingle.

He scrambled back into the crowd, then ran faster than rabbits with a few of his accomplices.

"Who is this security guard... He looks at me and I'm scared out of my wits." Huang Niu leaned against the tree, panting heavily, his palms covered in cold sweat.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Maybachs and Rolls-Royces owned by business tycoons drove into the factory area one after another.

Mr. Wang from Bidi, Mr. Zeng from Ningwang, and Mr. Lei from Dami jumped out of the car and headed straight for the reception area.

Lei strode over, grabbed Li Yichen's arms with both hands, and shook them up and down.

"Mr. Li! My car production line is just waiting for your batteries to be used! For today's opening ceremony, you'd better approve a larger share for me, or I might as well pack my bags and stay here forever!"

Mr. Wang squeezed in from the side and shoved Mr. Lei aside, causing wrinkles to appear on his suit jacket.

"Old Lei, step back! Everything has to be done in a first-come, first-served manner. Our orders for Bidi are still piling up! President Li, we've known each other for a long time, so production capacity should definitely be prioritized for us!"

Not to be outdone, Mr. Zeng pulled out his checkbook and waved it in the air.

Li Yichen was surrounded by these billionaires, his clothes were all pulled and made a mess.

He smiled, pulled his arm out, and patted President Lei on the shoulder.

The group was making a ruckus.

Several black Hongqi cars came to a steady stop.

Shanghai Mayor Chen Weidong led a group of officials over, all beaming with health.

Following closely behind, Liu Guoliang, deputy commander of the Shanghai Military Region, along with seven or eight other high-ranking military officials including Gu Shounian, appeared discreetly in civilian clothes.

Liu Guoliang leaned close to Li Yichen's ear and whispered a joke.

"Brother, I canceled my meeting at headquarters and brought a group of people to support you. Is that enough of a show of support?"

Li Yichen straightened the cuffs of his casual suit and smiled casually.

He turned and beckoned to Ji Yanran and his new secretary Feng Yue behind him.

"Don't worry, bosses. I promise everyone's appetite will be full today. If anyone isn't full, I'll have the cafeteria give you extra chicken legs!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The atmosphere was extremely lively.

Chen Weidong patted Li Yichen on the shoulder.

"Xiao Li, with your factory up and running, I'm completely free to worry about Shanghai's economic indicators this year. Keep up the good work!"

Inside the venue.

Hundreds of domestic and international media outlets surrounded the giant stage.

The flashes of the cameras turned the world into daylight.

Foreign journalists held up microphones and started a live broadcast to the world.

All the cameras were fixed on this young tycoon who had repeatedly created miracles.

In the VIP seats in the corner.

Several blond-haired, blue-eyed representatives from foreign car companies and battery giants whispered among themselves, their faces long and drawn.

The foreigner with the hooked nose is named Smith, the executive vice president of Johnson & Johnson Medical for Asia. He came here today specifically to spy on the enemy.

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

"Besides creating sensationalism, what else can these Great Xia people do?"

The Matsushita representative standing next to him snorted coldly.

"Let's see how he handles things when he can't produce any actual production capacity."

They wanted to see what tricks this Xia people could pull today.

10 o'clock sharp.

The background music in the venue was turned off.

The entire room fell silent instantly, and even the frequency of camera shutter clicks slowed down.

Li Yichen strode confidently onto the center of the stage.

I didn't bring my speech notes.

I didn't bring a teleprompter.

He pulled the microphone off the stand and stared at the dense crowd below the stage.

His opening remarks were so casual that he didn't seem like the head of a multi-billion dollar corporation at all.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the opening ceremony of Future Technology's Phase I and Phase II factories."

He had one hand in his pocket and leaned slightly forward.

"I know everyone's here to urge us to deliver, so I won't waste any more words and will get straight to the main course."

The voice just fell.

The 100-inch ultra-high-definition screen behind him lit up instantly.

Aerial panoramic views of the 3,000-acre super factory fill the entire frame.

The ten giant cleanrooms reflect a cold, metallic sheen under the sunlight.

Li Yichen pointed at the screen.

"The first and second phases of the battery super factory officially opened today."

He paused for a moment.

Their gazes were fixed on the business tycoons in the audience.

"Once fully operational, the estimated annual production capacity will reach 50 billion battery cells!"

The audience gasped in astonishment.

Fifty billion pieces!

The mineral water bottle in Mr. Bidi's hand was squeezed so hard it made a cracking sound, and water sprayed all over his trouser leg.

He was completely oblivious, his eyes glued to the numbers on the big screen.

Startled, Mr. Lei immediately took off his glasses, frantically wiped them with the corner of his clothes, put them back on, and stared intently at the big screen.

"Five hundred billion... that production capacity completely crushes our global competitors!"

Representatives from supply chain manufacturers were so excited they slapped their thighs.

"If we work with future technologies, we'll never have to worry about food for the rest of our lives!"

Li Yichen continued to add to the commentary while holding the microphone.

"If this production capacity were used solely for electric vehicles, it would be enough for 50 million vehicles."

"But we don't keep everything to ourselves. Half goes to cars, and half to cell phones and other electronic products."

in the corner.

The faces of the foreign representatives turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Five hundred billion battery cells.

This figure effectively shut down the global high-end battery market.

Their living space was compressed to an extreme degree at this moment, and they didn't even have the chance to drink soup.

A foreigner with a hooked nose gritted his teeth and muttered curses in English.

"He's insane! He's going to bankrupt us all! Where did he get so many production lines?!"

The applause from the audience was about to erupt.

Li Yichen raised his hand and pressed it down.

The entire room fell silent once again.

He looked down at the audience, his cheek muscles twitching, revealing an enigmatic smile.

"The batteries are only half of the second-phase factory."

"As for what the other half is used for..."

He drew out the tone.

The entire audience held their breath in anticipation.

You could hear a pin drop.

Li Yichen snapped his fingers.

The image on the large screen behind me suddenly flipped.

A tiny, futuristic-looking chip pattern occupies the entire visual center.

Intricate circuit patterns flow across the screen.

"The other half".

Li Yichen's words were clear and resonant.

"We use it to make chips."

The audience erupted in chaos.

Manufacturing chips?

Future Technology, established less than a year ago, is venturing into chip manufacturing?

Executives from Dawei, a leading domestic chip manufacturer, and representatives from SMIC looked at each other in bewilderment.

David's purchasing director shook his head repeatedly, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair.

"This is simply a fantasy. Chip manufacturing is the crown jewel of human industry. Extreme ultraviolet lithography machines, photoresist, plasma etching machines—aren't we all controlled by foreign countries? How can they manufacture them? By talking about it?"

The SMIC representative sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Mr. Li has taken too big a step. Making batteries well doesn't mean you can also make chips. This industry is a bottomless pit where you can throw money at it and still not see any results. Without more than ten years of technical accumulation, you can't even get close to the door."

Foreign journalists spoke directly during the live broadcast, making no attempt to hide their sarcasm.

"Mr. Li may have been so successful in the battery field that he has developed a misconception that chips are also like building blocks. This is absolutely the biggest joke today. The people of Daxia simply cannot bypass our technological barriers."

"Without our lithography machines, they can't even manufacture three-nanometer chips!"

The doubts and whispers from the audience surged like a tsunami, creating a massive wave of noise.

Li Yichen stood in the center of the stage.

Not flustered at all.

He put the microphone back into the stand.

He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

He took out an exquisite anti-static transparent box.

Raise it high.

The spotlight overhead shone on the transparent box, refracting a crystal-clear texture.

In the center of the transparent box, a chip the size of a fingernail lay quietly.

Its surface is covered with extremely complex optical patterns, making it completely different from any silicon-based chip on the market.

He stared at the mocking and questioning faces below the stage, his cheek muscles twitching upwards, forming an extremely arrogant arc.

"Everyone, don't rush to conclusions."

He spoke into the microphone, his voice carrying throughout the entire venue.

"What I'm about to show you might keep some of you up at night."