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

At eight o'clock in the morning, Ji Yanran appeared on time at the door of the conference room on the 59th floor, wearing high heels.

She wore a black fitted suit dress, her hair neatly styled, and carried a stack of printed proposals. When she pushed open the door, the core members of the finance, legal, and marketing departments were already seated on both sides of the long table.

"Let's begin." She spread the proposal on the table, her fingertip pointing to the first page. "The security robot subsidiary will officially begin preparations today. I need your three departments to submit a complete implementation plan within a week."

The CFO raised his hand: "President Ji, what should the registered capital be?"

"Starting at 5 billion."

General Counsel Zhang San opened his notebook: "Regarding qualifications, security products require registration with the Ministry of Public Security—"

"I know. Please make a list of which certificates and licenses must be processed in advance and which can be processed in parallel. Send it to my email before you leave work tomorrow."

The marketing manager interjected, "What about brand positioning? Should we go for the high-end market or—"

"We'll only target the high-end market." Ji Yanran tapped the table. "This isn't a product for ordinary consumers; our target audience is a tiny group at the very top of the pyramid. The brand's image will lean towards luxury, and we won't engage in price wars."

The meeting lasted forty minutes. Ji Yanran made decisions on site selection, qualifications, personnel structure, and brand strategy one by one, at such a fast pace that the department heads didn't even have time to drink water.

After the meeting, she carried the folder back to the president's office.

Push the door open and go in—

Li Yichen was nestled in the boss's chair, his head tilted back, his legs propped up on the table. Feng Yue stood behind the chair, vigorously massaging his shoulders with both hands.

Ji Yanran's high heels paused for half a second at the threshold.

Feng Yue's hand recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted, and she jumped back three steps. Her face flushed red from her neck to her forehead, her lips trembled, and before she could utter a single word, she turned and ran towards the tea room.

"I'll go make coffee for CEO Ji!"

The voice drifted back from the corridor, carrying a clear sense of guilt.

Ji Yanran suppressed a laugh, shook her head, and sat down on the sofa opposite her.

"Enjoying it?"

Li Yichen opened one eye. "My neck was stiff, so I asked her to massage it a couple of times."

"Did I say anything?" Ji Yanran opened the folder in her hand. "The meeting is over, I just wanted to give you a report."

She spent three minutes reviewing the contents of the meeting—the subsidiary's location was initially set in Zhangjiang, Pudong, with a registered capital of 5 billion yuan; the legal department was already working on the qualification process; and the brand team would produce the first version of the VI design this week.

After hearing this, Li Yichen sat up straight and rubbed his temples.

"You're moving too fast. I haven't even finished the production line for the simplified version of the Terminator yet."

Ji Yanran blinked and smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken.

"I don't care about that. I'm only responsible for setting up the company structure and carrying out the tasks you assign. As for production output, you'll have to figure that out yourself."

Li Yichen rolled his eyes, speechless.

"Okay, okay, I'll take care of the production." He stretched, his joints cracking.

Taking advantage of his moment of relaxation, Ji Yanran interjected, "By the way, boss, how much does the simplified version of the Security Terminator cost for external sales? I need to get the marketing department to prepare a budget and pricing strategy in advance."

Li Yichen raised one index finger.

Ji Yanran stared at the finger, tentatively asking, "One million?"

He shook his head.

"Ten million. One unit."

The office fell silent.

Feng Yue leaned halfway out of the tea room with a coffee cup in her hand, her mouth agape, almost spilling the coffee.

Ji Yanran's mind raced through the calculations—cost one million, selling price ten million. Nine times the profit. Her gaze towards Li Yichen changed; she thought, "The boss usually seems quite upright, how come he's so ruthless in business?"

Li Yichen felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

Do you think my pricing is too high?

Ji Yanran nodded honestly.

Li Yichen's face darkened for a moment. Couldn't you have been a little more tactful?

He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "Do you think ordinary people would buy this?"

"Won't."

"Can you afford it?"

"I can't afford it."

"That solves it." Li Yichen shrugged. "What kind of safety threats can ordinary people face in their daily lives? At most, they might lose a package. But it's different for rich people—the richer they are, the more afraid they are of dying, and the more they care about how much their lives are worth. They wouldn't even blink if it cost ten million to buy a life."

He paused for a moment.

"The world has no shortage of rich people. I have no qualms about making money off them."

Ji Yanran thought for two seconds, then switched her expression from "You're a heartless businessman" to "What you said makes a lot of sense."

Most of the money of those big bosses and tycoons is earned by exploiting ordinary people. Making money off them—indeed, they have no conscience.

"Okay." She closed the folder. "I will announce the pricing as soon as the subsidiary is established."

Li Yichen added two more points: "No exports for the next six months, only sales within Great Xia. Production will be limited to one hundred units per month, a strategy of scarcity marketing, understand?"

"I understand." Ji Yanran stood up.

Only then did Feng Yue dare to slip out of the break room, place the coffee next to Ji Yanran, and take out her tablet to write down the requests one by one. The two left the office one after the other.

The door closed.

Li Yichen patted his wrist.

Ling'er's holographic projection floated out of the watch and hovered in mid-air. The little figure tilted its head, and its ponytail swayed twice.

"Brother, are we going to arrange for a simplified production capacity?"

"Hmm." Li Yichen leaned back in his chair. "Take one of the ten-axis industrial machine tools from the precision laboratory building at the aerospace site and use it specifically to run the simplified version of the Terminator. Calculate the monthly production capacity."

A stream of data flashed in Ling'er's eyes, and the result came out in three seconds.

"One ten-axis machine operating at full power can produce 103 units per month. That just covers your sales target."

"Then let's do it this way. You remotely control the other end, adjust the production line parameters, and start it up immediately."

Ling'er snapped her fingers and made a few gestures in the air. Several kilometers away in a precision laboratory building, a silver-gray ten-axis industrial machine started automatically, the hum of the servo motors echoing in the empty workshop.

noon.

Li Yichen invited Xue Shanshan to have lunch at the company cafeteria.

Xue Shanshan, dressed in the administration department's uniform, started muttering as soon as she placed the tray on the table: "You finally remembered me! The administration department has been so busy these past few days that I'm practically running around like crazy."

Li Yichen smiled and put a piece of braised pork into her bowl. "You've worked hard. I'll take you out for a big meal after this busy period."

"It's a promise, I've got it."

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Xue Shanshan glanced at him, wanting to refute but unable to find a counterexample, so she could only lower her head and eat her rice.

The two chatted casually while eating, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

After dinner, Li Yichen had nothing urgent to attend to, so he drove back to Tomson Riviera.

Only Zhou Dahai was wiping the stove in the kitchen of the villa.

"Miss Niannian and Miaomiao went out early this morning, saying they were going to buy spring clothes." Zhou Dahai poked half his head out from the kitchen, smiling broadly.

Li Yichen nodded, went upstairs, and locked the bedroom door from the inside.

Draw the curtains.

He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Deep in his mind, the system interface appeared. The numbers on the data panel jumped silently.

Wealth Level: Lv.45.

Passive income: 52428.8 yuan/second.

Technology Value Balance: 24 points.

In the corner of the inventory, five golden gift pack icons were neatly arranged, their light dazzling.

This is what I've accumulated over the past month. Each level up grants one gift pack and one tech point, so five packs are available at level five.

He stared at the five golden lights for a few seconds.

"Let's start the first one."

The instant that thoughts touch—

A burst of golden light erupted.

A massive, suffocating torrent of information poured down from the void and flooded the cranial cavity.

pain.

It wasn't ordinary pain. It was the kind of pain that felt like two steel nails were piercing my temples simultaneously. The veins on my forehead bulged, and my fingers dug so hard into the sheets that my knuckles turned white.

Project Overview. Main Frame. Power Core. Weapon Systems. Stealth Module. Shield Array. AI Command Center. Material Formula. Assembly Process...

Massive amounts of technical data flowed like hundreds of rivers into a lake, frantically etching themselves into the depths of his consciousness.

One minute. Ten minutes. Thirty minutes.

A full hour.

The moment the last set of data was returned to its place, all the pain receded like the receding tide.

Li Yichen suddenly opened his eyes.

The back of his T-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his spine. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, staining the pillow a dark patch.

But his pupils were shining.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Complete technology and design blueprints for an aerospace carrier (priced at 25 technology points in the system shop)]

Twenty-five technology points.

That's equivalent to 250 billion RMB.

Get it for free.

He sat up in bed, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. The technology in his mind was rapidly unfolding—

Anti-gravity levitation propulsion system. Giant electromagnetic railgun. Full-band optical stealth coating. Plasma energy shield. 360-degree intelligent defense array with no blind spots. Internal hangar capable of accommodating 200 large drones or manned aircraft. Independent ecological circulation system, capable of continuous operation at an altitude of 10,000 meters for 50 years…

This is not an airplane.

It's not an aircraft carrier.

This is a war fortress that can fly.

A national-level air strike platform was compressed into his mind.

Li Yichen propped himself up on the edge of the bed and walked to the window. He pulled back a corner of the curtain, and the afternoon sunlight made him squint.

The Pudong skyline in the distance shimmered silver in the sunlight.

He looked down at his hands. His ten fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the lingering adrenaline.

The image of four golden gift packs still floated in my mind.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse.

We can't open any more. Trying to process too much information at once will make my brain explode.

Moreover—space carriers aren't something you can build casually. Where do the materials come from? Where are they built? How are they hidden once they're built? If they're exposed, the global landscape will have to be completely reshaped.

We have to take it slowly.

He turned and walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and poured ice water on his face, the coolness seeping into his bones from his skin.

The face in the mirror still had a flush of excitement in its eyes.

My watch vibrated.

Ling'er's voice came from the watch face, small and tentative.

"Bro... your brainwave levels were off the charts just now, it scared me to death! What good stuff did you find?"

Li Yichen wiped the water off his face and stared at his own eyes in the mirror.

"Ling'er".

"exist."

"How much do you think a flying aircraft carrier is worth?"

There was silence in the watch for a full three seconds.

Then Ling'er's holographic figure sprang out of the watch face, its two pixelated eyes wide open to the limit, and its mouth agape into a perfect O shape.

"Brother—you didn't actually drive it out—"

Li Yichen did not answer.

He pulled his sleeve down to cover his watch and walked out of the restroom.

Deep in his mind, the three-dimensional wireframe of that steel behemoth slowly rotated in his consciousness.

Like a sleeping dragon, waiting to be awakened.