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

Zhang Weiguo's phone rang only once and a half.

"Hey! Brother Li!" The voice on the other end sounded like it had a megaphone. "I was just about to call you. Are our ten sets of battle armor almost ready?"

Li Yichen moved his phone two inches away. This old man's words were like firecrackers exploding.

"Commander Zhang, the armor is almost finished in two days. But I'm here today for something else."

"explain!"

"I'd like to purchase a batch of materials from your war zone." Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, legs crossed. "The quantity is quite large; I wonder if that's convenient."

There was a half-second silence on the other end of the phone. Then Zhang Weiguo laughed.

"I definitely wouldn't sell to anyone else. But you, Brother Li, personally asked? I have to give you face!" The sound of him slamming his hand on the table could be clearly heard through the receiver. "Send me the list, and I'll have the materials department prepare it. Don't worry about the price; it's absolutely cost price. I won't make a single penny of profit from you."

Li Yichen thanked him repeatedly, hung up the phone, and split the fourteen-page list into four parts, sending the first part directly via WeChat.

He swiped down through his contacts. Zhao Guangming.

Make the call.

It rang twice before being answered.

"Brother Li—" Zhao Guangming's tone carried a hint of amusement, "Did you just call Zhang Weiguo?"

Li Yichen paused. "Your information network is that good?"

Zhao Guangming burst into laughter on the other end, his chair creaking with laughter. "What do you think? That old bastard Zhang Weiguo just finished his call with you, and he's already bragging in the group chat that you asked him to buy something. Those old fogies can't wait for the whole world to know you two are good friends."

Li Yichen rubbed his nose helplessly. These military bigwigs were even more gossipy than women.

"And what about you, Commander Zhao...?"

"Send it! Send the list!" Even over the phone, you could imagine Zhao Guangming's sweeping gesture. "The Western Theater Command lacks everything, except materials. I'll give you as much as you need. However—"

He paused mid-sentence.

"Brother Li, your demand is huge. What kind of project are you working on?"

Li Yichen smiled. "It's a confidential project. You'll be the first to know once it's successful."

"Alright, alright, stop keeping me in suspense." Zhao Guangming muttered, "Just send it, I'll get it for you in two days."

The third call. Sun Haotian.

The moment the call connected, the person on the other end laughed.

"Brother Li, I knew you'd call me." Sun Haotian's voice was teasing. "Both the East and West have taken your orders. If my Southern Theater Command didn't, wouldn't that be embarrassing for you?"

Li Yichen smiled in agreement. "Commander Sun, you are too kind. Thank you all so much. I'll treat the four commanders to a nice meal another day."

"Absolutely," Sun Haotian readily agreed, but his next sentence took on a serious tone, "However, Brother Li, let me remind you—these are all strategically controlled materials. If you purchase them in large quantities, the higher-ups will inevitably question you sooner or later. Don't say I didn't warn you beforehand."

Li Yichen hummed in agreement. "I know what I'm doing."

Hang up. The last one.

Li Tiezhu.

This bald deputy commander answered the phone faster than anyone else, as if he had been waiting for it beforehand.

"Brother Li, I won't ask about anything else." He got straight to the point, his voice dropping a notch. "Giving you the materials is no problem, but give me the truth—are these things intended for military projects?"

Li Yichen thought for a moment. "I guess so. It's not convenient to go into details right now."

"That's enough." Li Tiezhu's tone softened. "Send me the list, and it will be delivered to your designated location within two days. Also—"

His voice suddenly rose.

"When you come to Shanghai again, you have to treat me! You ran off right after the last military exercise, you owe me a proper meal, don't think I've forgotten!"

"Please, you must." Li Yichen nodded repeatedly. "When you arrive, go straight to my villa and let Uncle Zhou cook for you."

"That's more like it."

After making four phone calls.

Li Yichen put his phone on the table and let out a long sigh.

I rubbed my aching ears—these old men, each one louder than the last.

He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Ji Yanran: "Yanran, arrange for the finance department to allocate 4 billion yuan to each of the four major war zones for the purchase of materials."

The reply came extremely quickly: 16 billion?

Correct.

Five seconds later, Ji Yanran replied with "Received".

She didn't ask any more questions. Having worked with him for so long, she was already used to these spending orders that were often in the tens of billions. Anyway, the numbers in the company's accounts were increasing like crazy every day, and they couldn't possibly spend them all.

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, preparing to close his eyes and doze off for a couple of minutes.

The phone rang again.

Gu Shounian.

"Brother Li." Gu Shounian's tone was off as soon as he spoke.

It wasn't the usual casual banter. It was a serious tone, delivered in a lowered voice.

"What's wrong?" Li Yichen sat up straight.

"The higher-ups have taken notice." Gu Shounian's voice was low. "You're simultaneously procuring large quantities of strategic materials from the four major war zones, and this has gone straight to headquarters. They just called to ask me what you're doing."

He paused for a moment.

"Brother, I'm under a lot of pressure here."

Li Yichen tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

He had anticipated this. More than a hundred types of military-controlled materials, enough to arm a small army—no normal national security agency could ignore them.

"Old Gu," he hesitated for two seconds, then made a decision, "I'll tell you the truth."

"These materials are for building lunar landing equipment. I plan to build a lunar base on the moon."

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came Gu Shounian's violent coughing. It was choking.

"You—" He cleared his throat, his voice rising three octaves, "What did you say? A private moon landing? A lunar base?"

"right."

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm perfectly clear-headed." Li Yichen's tone was so calm it didn't sound like he was discussing something earth-shattering. "This project is of great strategic significance to the country. Old Gu, think about it, once the resources on the moon are developed, their value will be astronomical. Whoever gets there first, gets the staking out. The US is already working on Project Artemis; we can't fall behind."

Gu Shounian remained silent for a long time on the other end of the phone.

You could hear him pacing back and forth, the dull thud of his military boots hitting the ground echoing through the air.

"What you said... makes sense." His voice softened a bit, but it was still tense. "But the higher-ups might not think that way. The purpose of the material is unclear, so they won't let it pass easily."

He took a deep breath.

"I'll relay your message, but you'd better be prepared to be summoned for questioning. Commander Xiao might come to you personally."

"No problem," Li Yichen said calmly. "I can report in person at any time."

"Okay. Let's leave it at that for now." Gu Shounian paused, then added, "Brother, I trust you won't use these things for anything bad. But you have to give your superiors an explanation—not just some empty promises, but a truly convincing plan."

"Don't worry, I'm ready."

The phone hangs up.

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the edge of the armrest.

He was summoned for questioning, so he was summoned. He had no shortage of leverage.

Micro-pulse engine technology. The heart of Mach 5.

Super-pressure-resistant flight suit. The key to enabling ordinary pilots to fly supersonic fighter jets.

Either of these two things would make the people in power uneasy.

If necessary, these technologies can be used in exchange—more than enough to get the green light for a moon landing project.

The phone screen lit up briefly.

Ji Yanran reports: All payments for the four major war zones have been received and confirmed, and the materials are expected to be delivered to the Aerospace Group within two days.

Li Yichen stared at the message, his thumb hovering over the screen for two seconds.

The lunar landing program has officially begun.

But before that, we need to get the proposal for the higher-ups to see done first.

He opened his laptop and created a new encrypted document. His fingers hovered over the keyboard.

The title has eight characters:

Lunar resource development plan.

The cursor is blinking after the colon.

He stared at the screen and began typing.