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

Three days.

It's not long, it's not long, it's not short.

Li Yichen's days were extremely structured. He spent his days at the company overseeing the production line, and his evenings watching cartoons with Miaomiao. Ling'er sent him real-time data on crystal growth every six hours, and the parameter curves were as stable as an electrocardiogram.

The third day, at 5:40 AM.

Before the alarm clock rang, Li Yichen had already sat up.

When he came downstairs, Zhou Dahai was already busy in the kitchen. The congee was steaming hot, and four dishes of pickled vegetables were arranged.

"Boss, you're up early today." Zhou Dahai poked his head out, holding a fried egg.

"I have something to do." Li Yichen ate a couple of mouthfuls of porridge, stuffed a fried egg into his mouth, chewed it three times, and then walked out.

My watch vibrated.

Ling'er's voice exploded out like a firecracker.

"Brother! The crystal growth cycle is complete! All parameters are green! Perfect crystallization! Purity is 99.98%! 0.08 percentage points higher than the formula requirements!"

Li Yichen quickened his pace by two beats.

My heart beat half a beat faster than usual.

Looking up, I watched the U8 emerge from the Tomson Riviera basement, its electric motor roaring as it merged into the empty morning traffic.

The 66th floor.

The freight elevator doors slid open, and a rush of cold white light and mechanical hum hit you.

Li Yichen strode through the production line area and went straight to the deepest part of the eastern isolation zone. The superconducting magnetic confinement container lay quietly in the center of the operating table, a thin layer of frost condensing on its silvery-white shell.

He pressed the pressure relief valve.

hiss--

Liquid helium vapor escaped from the pressure relief port and condensed into a cloud of white mist in the air. After the mist dissipated, a crystal the size of a thumb lay quietly at the bottom of the container's inner wall.

It is a translucent light purple color throughout.

An extremely faint fluorescent light circulated inside, as if some living thing was swimming inside.

Li Yichen picked up the anti-static tweezers, held his breath, and lifted the crystal from the bottom of the container. He brought it up to the cool white light above his head.

The fluorescence became even more pronounced under the light, spreading outwards in concentric circles, synchronized with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Ling'er jumped onto his shoulder, her two pixelated eyes peering closer.

"Bro, this thing is worth a tech point. Ten billion a piece. If you slip your hand, an entire building is gone."

Li Yichen's hand, holding the crystal with tweezers, remained completely still.

"Could you please not say things like that when I'm getting something?"

Ling'er stuck out her tongue and hid behind his wrist.

Li Yichen turned around and walked towards the energy shield frame next to him.

The circular metal structure rested quietly on the workbench, surrounded by superconducting coils, with a miniature plasma generator embedded at the twelve o'clock position. Right in the center—a thumb-sized circular recess, empty and awaiting its heart.

He aligned the crystal with the groove.

Take a deep breath.

Lower your wrist and loosen the tweezers.

Click.

The moment the crystal is inserted into the groove, the latches automatically engage. All the superconducting coils on the metal frame simultaneously light up with a very faint blue light, spreading outward from the center, circle after circle, like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake.

Ling'er's data stream exploded in mid-air.

"Plasma confinement matrix activated! Force field generator self-test passed! Energy frequency modulation normal!"

She jumped to the top of the frame, put her hands on her hips, and her ponytail sticking up so high it could touch the ceiling.

"Brother, the energy shield is complete!"

Li Yichen looked at the swirling blue light and a slight twitch appeared on his lips.

I don't have time to appreciate it.

He turned to the workbench beside him. The new suit of armor, specially designed for the energy shield, was complete and ready for deployment, a full size larger than the original silver-gray armor. The four hydrogen fuel cell energy chambers on the back bulged slightly, and the overall lines exuded a heavy sense of power.

The industrial machine tool is started.

The robotic arm precisely picks up the energy shield module from the workbench and inserts it into the pre-designated mounting position inside the armor's chest plate. The welding head drops, a blue arc flashing. The fixing bolts are screwed in. Energy wires are connected one by one to the main circuit.

One hour.

Ling'er monitored the parameters throughout the process. After the last wire was soldered, she did three somersaults in mid-air.

"System integration complete! All interfaces engaged! The most powerful battle suit in history is officially born—"

The phone rang.

Gu Shounian.

Li Yichen pressed the answer button, and the voice on the other end boomed right into the microphone.

"Hey bro! It's the third day! Is your energy shield ready yet? I couldn't sleep until 4 AM last night! I had the test site cleared out three days ago, tanks and missiles are all ready! When are you coming over?"

Li Yichen moved his phone two inches away.

"Brother Gu, calm down. I can hear your heart rate even through the phone. I'll be there in an hour."

"An hour? Can't it be half an hour?"

"No. I have to obey traffic rules and can't speed."

"Those forty minutes?"

"One hour."

"Forty-five—"

"Keep urging me to add another ten minutes."

Gu Shounian shut up.

The phone hangs up.

Li Yichen instructed Ling'er to direct the robot to store the battle armor into a specially made shockproof transport box. The black box was so heavy that neither of them could lift it.

He turned to look at the waiting area on the other side of the 66th floor.

Four T-800 Terminators stood upright.

They were all uniformly 1.8 meters tall, with strong, muscular builds that filled out their dark blue security uniforms. Their facial features were randomly generated by Ling'er—the kind of ordinary-looking person you'd lose in three seconds if you threw them into the subway.

However, there is a problem with his posture.

The four of them stood like four telephone poles, their spines straight, their arms pressed against their trouser seams, even their blinking was synchronized.

Li Yichen walked over and patted the shoulder of the nearest machine. The touch from his palm was no different from patting a steel plate.

"Relax. Your posture is like a guard of honor, it's too conspicuous."

The four T-800s simultaneously made slight adjustments to their posture, relaxing their shoulders by two degrees and shifting their weight slightly to their left feet.

Ling'er floated over and muttered, "Brother, teaching robots to 'relax' is much harder than teaching them to fight."

"It'll have to do," Li Yichen said, pointing to the shipping boxes. "Move them."

Four Terminators stepped forward in unison, two at a time, lifting the boxes as if they were carrying plates.

Take the freight elevator down to the first floor and exit through the back door of the lobby.

Looking up, the U8's trunk popped open, and four Terminators worked together to put the box inside. The movements were precise to the millimeter; the box, weighing several hundred pounds, didn't even wobble when it was placed inside.

Li Yichen opened the driver's side door.

"Get in the car."

Four Terminators filed in. One sat in the passenger seat, and the other three squeezed into the back.

The three burly men, each over six feet tall, sat shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh in the back row, like sardines in a can. Their faces were identically expressionless, and even their breathing was perfectly synchronized.

Li Yichen glanced in the rearview mirror and almost burst out laughing.

Ling'er suppressed a laugh on the watch face: "Brother, the current atmosphere in your car is just like a gangster boss's outing."

"Shut up and drive."

Looking up, I watched the U8 drive out of the underground parking garage and merge into the morning rush hour traffic in Pudong.

Li Yichen gripped the steering wheel with both hands neatly at the 10:10 position, a textbook example of perfect driving. The aftereffects of his previous reprimand by the traffic police were still lingering—he now drove even more meticulously than his driving instructor.

Ling'er took over the assistance system, but he kept his eyes on the road the whole time, leaving his phone on the center console without even looking at it.

The Terminator in the passenger seat stared blankly at the windshield.

Li Yichen glanced at it from the side.

"Can you stop staring at the windshield? Normal people don't do that."

"receive."

The Terminator turned to look out the car window. The movement was like the rotation of a servo motor—uniform, precise, and utterly inhuman.

Li Yichen sighed.

"Forget it, you should just keep an eye on the windshield."

One hour later.

Looking up, I watched as the U8 drove into the gate of the Shanghai Military Region. The sentry verified my identity, and the barrier rose.

After driving 300 meters along the main road, I could see a group of people standing at the entrance of the test site in the distance.

Gu Shounian and Liu Guoliang stood side by side at the front.

Gu Shounian stood with his hands behind his back, his toes unconsciously rising and falling repeatedly. Liu Guoliang, on the other hand, stood steadily, but his neck was stretched out like a giraffe's, his eyes fixed on the approaching black SUV.

Behind him followed seven or eight high-ranking military officials, each with a serious expression, but the light in their eyes was unmistakable.

The car came to a complete stop.

Li Yichen pushed open the door and came down.

Liu Guoliang rushed forward in three steps, grabbed his right hand with both hands, and shook it violently up and down.

"Major Li! We've been waiting for you! I dreamt last night that your energy shield blocked a nuclear missile, and it woke me up with excitement!"

"Commander Liu, we really can't stop a nuclear bomb." Li Yichen was shaken so hard he grimaced.

Gu Shounian leaned closer, but his gaze bypassed Li Yichen and landed directly behind the car window.

There were three burly men in the back seat and one burly man in the front passenger seat. Four expressionless faces, eight eyes all fixed on the window.

"Hey bro, who are those guys in the car...?"

Liu Guoliang noticed it too, and his gaze sharpened.

"The company's security personnel," Li Yichen replied casually, "the ones who helped me move the boxes."

Gu Shounian narrowed his eyes. His intuition told him that something was wrong with these four people—they were too quiet. Quiet as if they weren't alive.

But he didn't think about it deeply.

His entire attention had been drawn to the huge black box in the trunk.

"Alright, stop standing there at the door." Liu Guoliang waved his hand and raised his voice to the highest point.

"The testing grounds are ready! Let's go!"

He turned and strode towards the test site, his military boots thumping on the concrete.

He took two steps and then turned back, staring at the four burly men who were getting out of the car behind Li Yichen.

The four people got out of the car at the same time—in perfect unison, with not a single mistake, even the force and angle at which they closed the car door were exactly the same.

Liu Guoliang's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

Gu Shounian stood to the side, his knuckles clenching unconsciously.

Li Yichen followed behind the two, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

Four Terminators carried the transport container, silently following at the back of the procession.