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

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

Ling'er's voice still lingered in the bathroom when Li Yichen pulled down his sleeves and walked out.

The three-dimensional wireframe of the steel behemoth in my mind was still spinning, every keel and every energy pipe was as clear as if it were engraved on my retina.

He went downstairs, poured himself a glass of water, and sank into the living room sofa, staring blankly at the fruit plate on the coffee table.

The technical milestones of the anti-gravity levitation propulsion system unfolded in my mind layer by layer—the main array required thirty-six sets of superconducting coils connected in parallel, and the magnetic flux deviation of each set of coils could not exceed three ten-thousandths…

"elder brother!"

A small hand waved back and forth in front of his eyes several times.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Li Yichen snapped out of his daze. Miao tilted her head and leaned close to him, carrying a shopping bag in her other hand. Behind her, Li Nian stood in the entryway carrying four or five paper bags, halfway through changing her shoes, looking at him with concern.

"It's nothing." Li Yichen rubbed his temples and forced a smile. "I was thinking about company matters and got distracted."

Miao Miao didn't ask any further questions. With her eyes shining, she pulled a floral dress out of the bag, held it up to her chest, and twirled it around.

"Brother, look! Isn't it beautiful!"

"She looks good in everything. Miao Miao looks good in anything."

Miao Miao giggled and went to flip through the next item, her mouth never stopping. Li Niannian changed her shoes and came over, sitting down opposite him, her eyes still carrying a lingering worry.

"You don't look well. Didn't you get enough rest?"

"I took a nap this afternoon, but I slept too soundly," Li Yichen waved his hand. "It's nothing."

Dinner. Zhou Dahai made six dishes and a soup, with braised pork ribs stewed until they were tender and falling off the bone.

Miao Miao poked at her rice with her chopsticks, her mouth never stopping: "There was an ice cream shop on the third floor of that mall today that was super delicious! My sister bought two scoops, and I ate three!"

Li Niannian added softly, "She didn't finish the third ball; it all melted."

"No! I've already finished eating!"

Li Yichen smiled and agreed, picking up food and drinking soup naturally.

But in his mind, he was disassembling the power supply circuitry of the giant electromagnetic railgun—a single full-power firing requires the instantaneous release of four gigawatts of energy, which means that at least two cold fusion reactors need to be connected in parallel...

"Brother, are you thinking about how to make a lot of money again?"

Miao Miao brought her face close, her dark, grape-like eyes darting around.

Li Yichen reached out and flicked her forehead.

"Little money-grubber, making money is none of your business."

Miao Miao covered her forehead, pouted, and shrank back to continue eating her rice.

After the meal.

Li Yichen went upstairs to the second floor and locked the bedroom door.

The curtains were drawn shut, and the lights were turned off to their dimmest setting. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his mind connecting with the massive amount of technical data in his brain, and initiating a transmission to Ling'er via the brain-computer interface.

On the watch, Ling'er's holographic image began to flash rapidly.

The chibi-style character's eyes have transformed into two waterfalls of data, and its entire body is semi-transparent, resembling a microprocessor operating under overload.

Three minutes. Five minutes. Eight

Ling'er's image materialized, her two small hands supporting her waist as she let out a long breath.

"Received successfully."

"To conclude."

Ling'er's expression turned serious, and she drew a data panel in the air with her small hand.

"The space-based carrier is 420 meters long, has a wingspan of 160 meters, and a maximum takeoff weight of 120,000 tons. It features an anti-gravity levitation propulsion system, a giant electromagnetic railgun, a full-band optical stealth coating, a plasma energy shield, and an internal hangar capable of carrying 200 large unmanned or manned aircraft..."

She paused, then looked up at him.

"Brother, with our current technological reserves and hardware conditions for future aerospace, we theoretically have the manufacturing capability."

"but?"

"But—" Ling'er held up five fingers, "materials, equipment, site, manpower, and time—five major pitfalls. All things considered, the total investment is no less than 500 billion. The typical construction period is three to five years."

Five hundred billion.

Li Yichen opened his eyes in the darkness and stared at the ceiling.

Money isn't the biggest problem. The company has over 400 billion in cash flow, and he personally has over 300 billion in passive income of 4.5 billion per day—more than enough.

But three to five years...

too long.

"Is there any way to shorten the construction period?"

Ling'er tilted her head, and the little figure spun around twice in mid-air.

"Yes. Deploy a sufficient number of ten-axis industrial machine tools and Terminator robots operating simultaneously, and I'll handle the overall scheduling. Twenty-four hours a day, without breaks, without errors—theoretically, this could last for six months."

"How many Terminators do we need?"

"At least two thousand units. Fully equipped, complete." Ling'er gestured with her fingers. "We also need a massive, enclosed dock, 500 meters long, 100 meters wide, and 30 meters high, as a construction site."

Two thousand units.

Li Yichen sat up, resting his elbows on his knees.

"How many can we allocate right now?"

"After deducting orders already delivered to the Shanghai Military Region and the four major war zones, Future Aerospace has about 120 units remaining."

There is a shortage of more than 1,800 units.

Li Yichen remained silent for more than ten seconds. His fingers unconsciously tapped his kneecap, his mind racing.

site.

The Future Aerospace Group is located by the sea, and deep within its industrial park lies a massive vacant lot—the original second-phase factory area planned during the Blue Sky Aerospace era, which has never been developed. The site spans over 50,000 square meters, and the foundation conditions are readily available.

"Ling'er, do you have the data for that vacant lot? Help me plan a fully enclosed dock."

Ling'er clapped her hands a few times.

Two minutes later, a 3D blueprint of a 50,000-square-meter fully enclosed shipyard floated in mid-air. From the steel structure foundation to the gantry crane rails, from the ventilation and heat dissipation system to the location of heavy lifting equipment, everything was meticulously detailed.

Li Yichen glanced at it and nodded.

"Just do it this way."

He picked up his phone and dialed Liu Ruyan's number.

The call connected after four rings. A metallic clanging sound came from the other end; Liu Ruyan must still be in the workshop.

"Mr. Li?"

"Ruyan, I want to build a large enclosed shipyard on that vacant lot in the second phase of the aerospace base. I'll have Ling'er send you the blueprints. You're responsible for procuring steel, concrete, and supporting facilities, and construction must begin within three days."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"...Would you mind disclosing the purpose?"

"There's a big project coming up."

Liu Ruyan didn't press the matter further. The sound of a pencil scratching on paper came through the microphone; she was writing down a list.

"Understood, will arrange it within three days. The construction team is on my end—"

"You don't need to worry about the workers," Li Yichen interrupted her. "They're all robots. Your job is just to prepare the materials."

The sound of pencils clicking on the other end of the phone paused for two seconds.

"……clear."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yichen opened his mobile banking app.

Private account balance: 3,247 billion.

He entered the number—50,000,000,000.

Receiving account: Future Aerospace Group.

Fingerprint confirmed. Funds received.

The little Ling'er figure in the watch craned her neck to glance at the transaction record, her expression complex.

"Brother, you transferred 50 billion without even blinking. I feel sorry for you."

"Money that's spent is real money. Money sitting in the account is just a number."

The venue is secured. The funding is in place.

The core bottleneck is right in front of us—we don't have enough Terminators.

Li Yichen closed his eyes and mentally brought up the system store interface.

Ten-axis fully automatic high-precision industrial machine tool. Price: 2 technology points/unit.

Current technology value balance: 24 points.

Buy them all.

Twelve platforms.

The moment my technology stat dropped from 24 to zero, a crisp system notification sounded in my mind.

Li Yichen rolled out of bed, put on his coat, and grabbed his car keys.

Twenty minutes later.

The underground workshop of the Precision Laboratory Building at Future Aerospace Group.

Incandescent lights illuminated the entire empty factory building. Li Yichen stood in the center and took a deep breath.

Triggered by intention.

The first ten-axis industrial machine tool materialized out of thin air. The giant, silver-gray equipment emerged from nothingness, its four support columns landing steadily with a dull metallic clang.

The second one. The third one.

One after another.

Twelve brand-new industrial machine tools stood in a row in the workshop, their metal surfaces reflecting the cool white light. Ling'er simultaneously completed the power supply connection and system integration, and the hum of the servo motors began to fill the air as each machine lit up.

"Integration testing complete. The current total number of ten-axis industrial machine tools in the precision laboratory building is twenty-one."

"Keep one production line running the simplified version of Security Terminator. The remaining twenty units will all be used for the full version."

Ling'er's data panel refreshed.

"With all twenty spindle machines operating at full power and sufficient materials available—two hundred complete Terminator units will be produced daily."

Ten days. Two thousand units.

Li Yichen's lips curled upwards slightly.

"That's fast enough."

"The premise is that the materials are continuously supplied." Ling'er raised an index finger, her expression turning serious. "The titanium alloy, carbon fiber, servo motor components, and hydrogen fuel cell raw materials needed for two thousand Terminators—totaling—would require approximately ten billion units of military-grade materials."

10 billion.

Forget about using conventional procurement channels.

Li Yichen glanced at his watch. It was a little past eleven at night.

I hesitated for two seconds.

I dialed Liu Guoliang's number.

It rang three times before being answered.

Liu Guoliang's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the line, clearly indicating that he had been woken up from bed.

"Xiao Li? What are you up to in the middle of the night?"

"Brother Liu, I need 10 billion worth of military-grade materials. I'll send the list to your email, the sooner the better."

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