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

"Your brother is even more powerful than a car."

Miao tilted her head and thought for a moment, then lifted the red chariot and placed it outside the chessboard.

"Then Miaomiao doesn't want the car anymore, Miaomiao wants her brother."

Mr. Li was amused by her words and chuckled for a long time. He reached out and ruffled the crooked bun on her head.

That very evening, Li's mother took complete control of the kitchen.

She turned the refrigerator upside down, unscrewed each spice bottle in the cabinet and smelled them, muttering, "This soy sauce is no good, it's too salty," and "Why did you buy this kind of Sichuan peppercorn?"

Li Nian, wearing an apron, stood by helping out, while her mother pulled her aside to discuss the menu for the New Year's Eve dinner.

"Niannian, come here, let's discuss this. We'll steam one piece of cured pork, then make some stir-fried sausage with garlic sprouts, and your braised pork ribs are a must—"

"Auntie, would you like to add a steamed fish? It symbolizes abundance year after year."

"Yes! Fish is a must! And four-happiness meatballs, for a complete family reunion."

Li's mother counted on her fingers, getting more and more excited as she counted.

Li Niannian nodded with a smile. "That's enough, we can't finish any more."

"What's there to be afraid of? We'll just heat it up and eat it tomorrow morning!"

Li Yichen, carrying a glass of water, passed by the kitchen door and peeked inside.

His mother and Li Nian stood side by side in front of the kitchen counter, one slicing ginger and the other peeling garlic, chatting non-stop.

The scene looked quite heartwarming.

But he knew that behind the warmth lay his mother's conspiracy.

really.

Early the next morning.

"Niannian, we're running out of soy sauce at home. Could you go to the supermarket for me?" Li's mother poked half her body out of the kitchen, her eyes glancing towards the living room. "Yichen! You drive Niannian there!"

Li Yichen paused while scrolling through his phone on the sofa.

Here we go again.

"Mom, the supermarket is just 300 meters from the entrance of our community—"

"We have to drive even for 300 meters! It's cold outside! What will happen to Niannian, a girl all alone, if she gets cold!"

Li Niannian blushed so much in the kitchen that she could boil an egg. She whispered, "I can do it myself," but her mother silenced her with a look.

Li Yichen resignedly stood up to get his car keys.

The third time he was ordered around, he learned his lesson.

"Yichen, Niannian said she wants to go—"

"Mom, my stomach hurts."

After saying that, he flashed upstairs without even changing his shoes.

Li's mother stood in the living room, hands on her hips, glaring at the stairwell. In her anger, she smacked the sofa armrest twice with the sole of her slipper.

"That little brat!"

On New Year's Eve.

The entire villa started bustling with activity at eight o'clock in the morning.

Li's mother was directing things calmly in the kitchen, while Li Niannian was kneading dough and preparing fillings. The coffee table in the living room was pushed aside, covered with plastic wrap, and filled with dough, a rolling pin, and a large bowl of minced meat.

Miao Miao moved a small stool and stood by the table. She reached into the flour bag with both hands, grabbed a handful, and rubbed it on her face, turning into a white-bearded old man.

"Miaomiao, come make dumplings!"

Li's mother pinched off a small lump of dough for her. "Come on, Grandma will teach you. First, flatten the dough, put in a spoonful of filling—yes, pinch it like this—oh, it looks beautiful! My granddaughter's are the prettiest!"

The dumplings were crooked and twisted, with filling spilling out from the seams; they looked more like wontons that had been run over by a car than dumplings.

But Li's mother's praise was genuine and heartfelt, without any pretense.

"Yichen! Come here and roll out the dough!"

Li Yichen was pulled up from the sofa and a rolling pin was shoved into his hand.

He rolled out five sheets.

The first sheet was as thick as a coin. The second was so thin you could see through it. The third wasn't round, it looked like the African continent on a map. The fourth was stuck directly to the table and couldn't be peeled off. Before the fifth sheet was even finished rolling, Li Niannian snatched the rolling pin away.

"Brother Li, stop rolling it." Li Nian pushed him aside, both amused and exasperated. "Go and scrape that sticking to the table off."

"I am, after all, someone who can build rockets—"

"Rockets are rockets, dumplings are dumplings. They're two different things."

Miao Miao laughed so hard she slapped the table. "Brother, your rolling is so ugly!"

Li's mother was overjoyed and secretly took several pictures with her phone.

Six o'clock in the evening.

The New Year's Eve dinner table was full.

Eighteen dishes. Cured pork, sausage, braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, four-happiness meatballs... Li's mother's specialties made up most of them, Li Niannian contributed three dishes, and Miaomiao arranged a fruit platter by hand - using orange segments to make a crooked smiley face.

The heating made the entire living room warm. The faint sound of firecrackers could be heard from afar outside the window.

Five people sat around a round table.

Li Yichen took out the bottle of military-grade liquor he had swiped from Xiao Jingshan from the cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and poured a glass for his father.

"Dad, have a drink."

Mr. Li picked up the glass, brought it to his nose, and smelled it, raising an eyebrow. "This wine isn't cheap, is it?"

"It was a gift, I didn't pay for it."

The father and son clinked their glasses together.

Mr. Li took a sip and smacked his lips. The moment the liquor went down his throat, he seemed to sink for two seconds.

Then he put the cup on the table and looked at his son across from him.

"son."

"Um?"

Mr. Li wasn't good at expressing his feelings. He'd probably used no more than ten words to praise someone in his entire life. But today, holding that glass of wine, he moved his lips twice and finally managed to squeeze out those few words.

"Dad is proud of you."

Li Yichen paused for a moment while holding the cup.

He smiled and clinked glasses. "Bottoms up."

The two glasses of wine were emptied.

Miaomiao, chopsticks in hand, joined in the fun. "Miaomiao wants a toast too!"

Li's mother quickly poured her a glass of orange juice. "Come on, toast with Grandpa and Grandma!"

"bump--"

The chopsticks made a crisp sound as they struck the side of the cup.

After the meal.

yard.

Miao Miao ran across the lawn clutching a sparkler, the sparks drawing golden arcs in the darkness, illuminating her smiling face.

"Brother, look! It looks like stars!"

"Watch your step, don't fall!"

Mr. Li moved a chair and sat on the porch, crossing his legs to watch. Mrs. Li, wearing a thick coat, stood on the steps, smiling, with her arm around Li Nian's shoulder.

The watch has a faint glow.

Ling'er secretly peeked half her head out from the projection, squatted on Li Yichen's shoulder, and followed the sparkler with both eyes.

"So beautiful." He spoke very softly, so softly that only he could hear it.

"Um."

Fireworks lit up one after another. When Miao Miao ran to the last one, her legs were a little unsteady. Her eyelids were drooping, but she was still shouting "More, more!" and she had already leaned into Li Niannian's arms.

"Alright, little darling, go back to sleep." Li Niannian picked her up horizontally, and Miaomiao's little head rested on her shoulder. She fell silent after two seconds.

Mr. and Mrs. Li also returned to their respective rooms.

The villa fell silent.

Only one light was left on in the living room. Li Yichen sat on the sofa and glanced at the clock on the wall.

11:40.

He stood up, grabbed a dark coat from the coat rack and put it on, then quietly opened the door. A gust of cold wind rushed in, and he hunched his shoulders, pulling the zipper all the way up.

Looking up, I saw the U8 with the lights off, silently gliding out of the yard.

Pudong in the early morning.

The streets were so empty you could run a horse through them. Occasionally, fireworks debris would fall to the ground under the streetlights, rolling several meters away in the wind. Scattered points of light exploded and fell on the horizon.

The car drove into the dedicated passageway of the Future Aerospace Group's Precision Laboratory Building.

Facial recognition. Access control. Elevator takes you directly to the basement.

The nine production lines were silent. The cold white light from the fluorescent tubes shone on the silver-gray equipment, and the air conditioning vents hummed, but there was no other sound.

Li Yichen stood in the center of the experimental area.

In his mind, the complete blueprints of that heavy Titan armor came to mind. Five meters tall, weighing over three tons, its firepower and defense were several times that of the Celestial Soldier Armor. Its heart wasn't a miniature hydrogen fuel cell—that amount of energy wouldn't be enough to sustain it.

We need a miniaturized cold fusion reactor. Shrink it to the size of a basketball and embed it in the center of your chest.

"Ling'er, bring over three ten-axis industrial machine tools and twenty Terminator units. You have the materials list; get them from inventory."

Ling'er's voice drifted from the watch, carrying a slightly aggrieved tone.

"Working on New Year's Eve, bro..."

"If you don't like it, then don't do it."

"Who's complaining! Here we come!"

Twenty Terminator machines filed into the experimental area and began moving materials. The industrial machine started preheating, and the hum of the servo motors gradually filled the entire space.

Li Yichen picked up the laser cutting pen and adjusted it to the lowest power.

The first main load-bearing plate was clamped to the cutting table. It was made of carbon fiber and titanium alloy, and its cross-sectional area was four times that of the main beam of the Heavenly Soldier Armor.

Blue light fell. Sparks flew.

4:12 AM.

The main frame is 20% complete. The silver-white skeleton lies horizontally on the workbench, its outline already showing a rough human shape—albeit many times larger in proportion, like a sleeping giant.

Li Yichen put down the cutting pen and stretched his stiff fingers.

When we returned to the villa, all the windows were dark.

He tiptoed upstairs, took a hot shower, and collapsed into bed before his hair was even dry.

From the first to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

During the day, he is a dutiful son and brother.

Taking parents to stroll along the Bund—Mother Li took 300 photos, filling her phone's memory twice. Visiting the City God Temple—Miao Miao ate four candied hawthorns, her lips turning as red as if she had applied lipstick. Taking a cruise on the Huangpu River—Father Li stood on the deck for half an hour, not saying a word, but the corners of his mouth were always turned up.

Every night.

After everyone had gone to sleep, he drove off.

Inside the laboratory building, the Terminator worked tirelessly, welding and calibrating parts by hand. The Titan armor's torso gradually took shape on the workbench, from the skeleton to the joints, from the hydraulic cylinders to the energy pipelines.

At 3:30 a.m., Ling'er popped up a reminder.

"Brother, your heart rate is 110, you should rest."

"Finish welding this section as well."

"This is the third time you've said that."

Li Yichen put down the welding torch and rubbed his sore eyes.

Two o'clock in the morning on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

He leaned against the cot in the laboratory building, staring at the massive skeleton gradually taking shape opposite him. The silvery-white metal reflected the cold white light, its shoulders were nearly three meters wide, and a circular cavity the size of a basketball was located in the center of its chest.

Waiting for its heart.

The watch screen lit up briefly. Ling'er's tiny figure was perched on it, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

"Brother, news from the moon. The main body of the base is complete. The Terminators have begun digging for rare earth veins."

Li Yichen closed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"How long will it take to dig up enough for the first batch?"

"At the current rate of efficiency, twenty-five days."

"Twenty-five days? Very good!" Li Yichen nodded with satisfaction.