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

Chapter 270 Killing Three Birds with One Stone

Li Yichen picked up his phone and looked at the caller ID: Xiao Jingshan.

In less than two hours, they were driven back directly from the Commander-in-Chief's position.

connected.

"Major Li," Xiao Jingshan's tone was more serious than ever before, "I have three questions for you."

"Please ask."

"First—it's cold fusion, not thermonuclear fusion?"

"Yes. It operates at room temperature, with no neutron radiation leakage and no radioactive waste."

"Secondly—is the figure of 'supplying the city with electricity for ten years' a peak or a conservative estimate?"

"A conservative estimate. If the operating parameters are optimized, it could be extended to about fifteen years."

The third question was asked after a three-second pause.

"How long did it take you to build this thing?"

"Eight days, assuming all materials are complete."

There was complete silence on the other end.

Li Yichen thought the signal was lost, but when he looked at the screen, he saw that the call was still in progress and the timer was still ticking.

Nearly ten seconds later, Xiao Jingshan's voice came back. There was something in his tone that he had never heard from this old general before.

"...Okay. I understand. You rest now, someone will be here soon."

hang up.

Li Yichen tossed his phone next to his pillow, pulled his legs up onto the bed, and sprawled out.

"Ling'er, keep an eye on the reactor. Call me immediately if any parameters are abnormal. Oh, and call me in three hours."

"Don't worry, bro. You can go to sleep."

He closed his eyes. Thirty seconds later, his breathing returned to normal.

He slept for almost three hours before Ling'er woke him up.

"Brother, get up."

Li Yichen sat up in bed, rubbed his face, drank half a glass of cold water, and went out.

The elevator went down to the sixtieth floor. I pushed open the door to Ji Yanran's office.

She was reviewing documents, her pen scratching on the paper. She looked up when she heard the door open and was a little surprised to see Li Yichen.

"You're out of seclusion? I thought it would take at least another ten days."

Li Yichen plopped down on the sofa, slumped back, and stretched his legs out.

"It's a success."

Ji Yanran's pen was still moving: "What succeeded?"

"Cold fusion reactor".

The pen stopped.

Ji Yanran slowly raised her head and looked straight at him.

"What did you say?"

"The cold fusion reactor has been built. It's running on the 66th floor."

Ji Yanran stood up from the chair. Her movements were not slow, but a little stiff, as if the muscles in her legs had not yet caught up with her brain's reaction.

"How is this possible? Eight days? You succeeded in just eight days?"

"Yes, eight days. Success."

"Cold fusion? That cold fusion that the whole world hasn't yet mastered?"

"That one."

Ji Yanran walked around the desk, went to the opposite side of the sofa, and stared at him for a full ten seconds.

"Boss, are you serious?"

"When have you ever seen me make a joke like that?"

Ji Yanran took a deep breath and then exhaled. She braced her hands on the edge of the coffee table, her knuckles clenched tightly.

"Something that tens of thousands of top physicists around the world have been researching for seventy years without success, you solved by yourself in just eight days locked up upstairs?"

Li Yichen shrugged: "I was lucky."

Ji Yanran glared at him, her expression a mix of shock and speechlessness.

"This is unbelievable." She straightened up and looked at Li Yichen in shock.

The next morning.

Xiao Jingshan personally led the team.

A military helicopter landed on the rooftop helipad of the building. Xiao Jingshan, dressed in civilian clothes, walked out, followed by three people—two men and one woman, whose hair was mostly white and whose backs were ramrod straight.

academician.

Ling'er checked the identities of the three people in two seconds: a leading figure in plasma physics, an authority in materials science, and a top expert in nuclear engineering.

Experimental area on the 66th floor.

The three academicians circled the silver-white cylindrical device for a full circle. None of them spoke first.

The oldest man—a titan of plasma physics, surnamed Zhou, 81 years old—stood in front of the data panel at the reactor output for nearly three minutes. His reading glasses perched on his nose, his eyes fixed intently on the numbers.

4,800 megawatts. Steady-state output. Casing temperature 24.3 degrees Celsius.

He turned around and looked at Li Yichen. His lips moved twice, his Adam's apple bobbed, before he finally managed to squeeze out a sound.

"Young man, how...did you learn all this?"

Li Yichen stood two steps away, thought for a moment, and gave an extremely honest answer.

"Self-taught."

Academician Zhou remained silent.

The academician of materials science next to him opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

I learned it on my own.

Some of these people have spent forty years researching controlled nuclear fusion, some have gone from doctoral studies to old age, their teams consist of hundreds of people, and their funding is in the billions, yet they cannot even build an experimental device that can operate stably for one minute.

The young man in front of me said—"I'm self-taught."

Academician Zhou took off his reading glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt. Finally, he sighed and turned to Xiao Jingshan beside him.

"Old Xiao."

"Um."

"This young man," Academician Zhou said, putting his glasses back on, his voice hoarse, "is a blessing to Great Xia."

Xiao Jingshan nodded. He walked up to Li Yichen and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder.

No extra words. Just four words.

"A peerless hero."

Li Yichen quickly waved his hand: "Commander Xiao, I can't accept that title."

"You deserve it." Xiao Jingshan didn't loosen his grip. "There are few people in the entire Great Xia who deserve it more than you."

Li Yichen was pinned down by his shoulder and couldn't escape, so he could only chuckle awkwardly.

The three academicians then spent nearly two more hours testing the reactor. After each set of data was checked, the expressions on their faces changed—from caution to surprise, from surprise to shock, and from shock to an almost reverent silence.

Finally, Academician Zhou, on behalf of the three, spoke: "All indicators are normal, the operation is stable, and the output performance is in complete agreement with the theoretical design value."

He looked at Xiao Jingshan: "This thing is real."

Xiao Jingshan nodded.

Li Yichen and his team of experts stepped back from the device and walked up to Xiao Jingshan.

"Commander Xiao, I plan to donate this reactor to the country."

The entire experimental area fell silent.

Xiao Jingshan turned his head and stared straight at him.

"Major Li, is that really true?"

"Really?" Li Yichen said, hands in his pockets. "But I have one request—the Equipment Development Department will be responsible for supplying all the controlled materials needed for the subsequent reactor manufacturing. I will pay for them; you set the price, and I won't haggle."

Xiao Jingshan stared at him for several seconds.

"This is such a big matter, I can't make the decision myself. Please wait while I consult with my superiors."

He took out his phone, turned around and walked to a corner of the experimental area, lowered his voice and made a call.

Li Yichen leaned against the worktable, waiting. The three academicians huddled together, whispering, occasionally glancing back at him with complex expressions in their eyes.

half an hour.

Xiao Jingshan hung up the phone and walked back. He had a rare smile on his face—not a polite one, but a genuine one.

He extended his hand and shook hands with Li Yichen. The grip was firm.

"The higher-ups have approved it."

Forty minutes later.

A heavy cargo helicopter landed on the roof of the building. The strong winds whipped up by the rotors blew away all the snow around the helipad.

Four Terminators emerged from the freight elevator, working in pairs to carry the one-ton reactor. The silver-white device was secured to a specialized transport frame, covered by a shock-absorbing and vibration-damping cushioning structure.

The Terminator's steps were perfectly synchronized, so steady it didn't seem like he was lifting a ton.

The reactor was pushed into the cargo hold, the locking clips engaged, and the safety net was tightened.

Xiao Jingshan stood at the cabin door and glanced back at Li Yichen.

"Major Li, the nation will remember this kindness."

Li Yichen gestured with his chin towards him: "Commander Xiao, don't forget about the materials."

Xiao Jingshan's lips twitched, and he shook his head as he climbed into the cabin.

The hatch closed. The rotors accelerated. The helicopter slowly ascended, circled halfway around the rooftop, and then flew northwest. It grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, until finally becoming a black dot on the horizon and disappearing.

The wind stopped. The rooftop returned to silence.

Ji Yanran stood next to Li Yichen, her hands tucked into her coat pockets, her nose slightly red from the cold.

"Boss."

"Um?"

"How could you bear to give away something so important for nothing?"

Li Yichen turned around and walked towards the stairwell. Ji Yanran followed.

"It's just a cold fusion reactor," he said as he walked. "As long as the materials are available, I can build as many as I want."

Ji Yanran quickened her pace and followed him to his side.

"The key lies in the materials." Li Yichen pushed open the stairwell door, letting in a rush of warmth. "Those materials are all top-grade controlled products; you can't buy them on the market at all. I can't exactly go dig them up from the mines myself, can I?"

He turned and glanced at Ji Yanran.

"Using one reactor in exchange for a legitimate supply chain for all subsequent materials. I've saved face, secured the supply chain, and my superiors will remember this favor. It'll be easier for me to ask for help in the future."

He held up three fingers.

"Killing three birds with one stone. Who lost out?"

Ji Yanran thought for a moment and nodded.

"Understood."

The two returned to the office. Ji Yanran poured him a cup of hot tea and placed it beside him.

Li Yichen took the cup and drank a sip, wincing from the heat. He put down the cup, leaned back on the sofa, and completely relaxed.

Eight days.

From scratch, they created the first cold fusion reactor in human history.

Then it was given away.

What they got in return was worth far more than the machine itself.

Ji Yanran sat back down behind her desk, picked up her pen again, and continued to review documents.

"Boss."