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

The finance department issued the transfer order precisely at 7:00 AM the following morning.

One billion yuan was transferred to the West China Hospital research fund account.

Another sum, 1.5 billion, went into the Tsinghua University Basic Physics Laboratory.

Another sum, two billion, went into the veterans' support fund.

The phone started ringing at 7:15 and kept ringing until noon without stopping.

The finance director of West China Hospital thought he had been scammed by a telecom fraud and called three times to confirm.

The dean from Tsinghua University drove straight to the bank counter and had the teller check his bank statements in person.

The director of the Ministry of Veterans Affairs went even further, flying directly to Shanghai with the official seal, insisting on signing the receipt in person.

Ji Yanran spent the entire morning answering phone calls in her office on the 60th floor, and her throat was practically parched.

"Yes, it was a donation made free of charge."

"Yes, there are no additional conditions."

"No naming rights are needed, and no return is required."

"I told you, it's really not a scam! Check the transfer account; it's Future Technology Group, and their business registration information is verifiable online!"

She hung up the seventeenth call and downed half a cup of ice-cold coffee.

Feng Yue jogged in, carrying a tablet.

"General Manager Ji, the Railway Administration has been hit by a bomb."

"How so?"

"It's said that a meeting of all senior executives was held last night, and the lights in the entire building were on until 4 a.m. This morning at 9 a.m., their director arrived by private jet with two deputy directors. They're already in the lobby downstairs."

Ji Yanran's coffee cup hovered in mid-air, blinking twice.

"The Director of the Railway Administration? He came in person?"

"I specifically asked to see the boss."

Ji Yanran slammed her cup on the table, grabbed her phone, and dialed.

The Huangpu River.

Li Yichen sat cross-legged on a folding chair, his fishing rod propped up on the armrest. The float remained motionless, and the fish basket was so empty it could breed mosquitoes.

The phone rang.

"Boss, Director Zhou Deming from the Railway Administration has led a team to the company and specifically asked to see you. Where are you?"

Li Yichen glanced at the empty bucket.

The Air Force has won its ninth consecutive air force victory.

"Didn't catch anything again," he muttered, reeling in his line and bucket. "Okay, I'll head back right away."

Twenty minutes later.

VIP reception room.

Zhou Deming was fifty-six years old, with gray hair and a square face that looked like it had been through years of hard work. Behind him were two deputy directors, both dressed in sharp suits, each carrying a stack of documents.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Li Yichen walked in wearing a dark polo shirt, with mud stains still on his cuffs from when he was reeling in his fishing rod.

The moment Zhou Deming saw him, he sprang up from the sofa and rushed forward in three quick steps.

Two hands clamped Li Yichen's right hand like pincers and shook it violently up and down.

"Mr. Li! It's an honor to meet you in person today!"

The 56-year-old ministerial-level official was as excited as a fan meeting their idol.

Li Yichen's bones cracked from the shaking, and he grimaced. "Director Zhou, you're too kind. Please, have a seat. Your grip strength is truly impressive for your age."

The two sat down.

Zhou Deming straightened his expression and leaned forward. "General Manager Li, on behalf of the Railway Administration, I would like to express my sincere gratitude for your contributions to the railway development of Daxia. Once this high-speed rail line is completed, the travel problems of tens of millions of people along the route will be completely solved, and it will boost the economic development of dozens of cities. This merit can be described as benefiting future generations."

Li Yichen waved his hand. "Director Zhou, you flatter me. Money taken from the people should be used for the people. I am also an ordinary citizen of Great Xia. Money sitting in an account won't generate anything; it only has meaning when it's spent."

Zhou Deming was stunned for two seconds.

He has seen too many entrepreneurs donate money, some for fame, some for profit, and some for preferential policies.

Such a young person, saying such things without the slightest affectation.

He pulled a beautifully bound proposal booklet from his briefcase and spread it out on the coffee table.

"Mr. Li, this is the route plan we worked on overnight. It starts in Chengdu, passes through seventeen prefecture-level cities, and ends in Lanzhou. The entire route is designed for a speed of 350 kilometers per hour."

Li Yichen flipped through a couple of pages and nodded. "This route is brilliantly chosen, completely connecting the southwest and northwest. The third- and fourth-tier cities along the route desperately need this; with high-speed rail, people and capital can flow freely."

Zhou Deming rubbed his hands together. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down. His expression became somewhat embarrassed.

"Mr. Li, there's something I need to tell you."

Li Yichen looked up.

"This line is 1,100 kilometers long, 100 kilometers longer than your company's planned 1,000 kilometers," Zhou Deming said, his pace quickening. "At a cost of 150 million per kilometer, we're still short about 15 billion for these last 100 kilometers. We..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Li Yichen was already smiling.

That kind of laughter is very relaxed, just like adding a scallion at the market.

"Director Zhou, since I've chosen to pay this amount, I won't let it be abandoned halfway through." He waved his hand, "I'll cover the remaining 15 billion for the last 100 kilometers. The total is 165 billion, not a penny less."

The reception room was silent for a full five seconds.

Zhou Deming remained seated on the sofa.

The two deputy directors behind him exchanged a glance, almost dropping the folders in their hands.

Ji Yanran had just entered through the door carrying a tea tray when she froze in place.

Zhou Deming suddenly stood up from the sofa.

At fifty-six years old, the moment he bent down, he bent down extremely deeply and slowly.

"General Manager Li," his voice choked slightly. "On behalf of the 400,000 employees of the China Railway Administration and the tens of millions of people along the railway line, thank you."

Li Yichen quickly reached out to help him up. "Director Zhou, you're too kind of me. Please sit down, please sit down."

He turned to look at Ji Yanran, who was standing at the doorway, holding a tea tray and looking lost in thought.

"Yanran, 165 billion, arrange for the finance department to transfer it to the Railway Administration's account immediately."

Ji Yanran's lips moved, but she didn't say anything. She nodded, turned around, and walked out in her high heels.

She paused for two seconds as she reached the corner of the corridor.

165 billion. They can start a war without warning.

She took a deep breath and quickened her pace toward the finance department.

In the reception room, Zhou Deming sat down again and pulled out an official document from the bottom of his briefcase.

"Mr. Li, there's one more thing. The General Administration has unanimously decided to entrust you with the naming of this newly built high-speed railway line."

Li Yichen lowered his head and thought for about ten seconds.

"Let's call it the Mirai-go High-Speed ​​Rail Line."

Zhou Deming neatly wrote three characters on the document and nodded vigorously. "A good name."

The two chatted for almost another hour. They talked about everything from the construction schedule to the planning of stations along the line, from job creation to logistics hubs. Zhou Deming spoke with great enthusiasm, while Li Yichen occasionally chimed in with a few insightful but uninformed questions, which made the old director slap his thigh in delight.

We were chatting.

Zhou Deming's cell phone exploded in his pocket.

He took it out and saw it was a call from the deputy director. He answered.

I listened for a couple of sentences.

He sprang up from the sofa, sending the cushion flying.

"What?! It's in the account?! The full amount of 165 billion has arrived?!"

The deputy director's almost out-of-control roar came from the other end of the phone, making the receiver vibrate loudly.

Zhou Deming hung up the phone.

He turned around and gripped Li Yichen's hands tightly again. This time, he gripped them even harder, until his knuckles turned white.

"Mr. Li! The money has arrived! Not a penny less! I..."

His throat tightened, and he couldn't continue speaking.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

Li Yichen patted the back of his hand. "Director Zhou, fixing the road is the greatest reward you can give me."

Ten minutes later, Zhou Deming took his leave with two deputy directors.

"Construction will begin no later than spring! I assure you!" He turned and emphasized before boarding the train, "We will live up to those three words for the Future High-Speed ​​Rail line!"

The car drove away.

Li Yichen stood at the entrance of the building, watching the black sedan turn the corner and disappear into the traffic.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

165 billion has been spent.

Deep within his mind, a golden notification sound was exploding wildly.

He turned and strode towards the elevator, pressing the button for the 66th floor.