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

Starting tomorrow, these things in my mind will gradually become reality.

This thought swirled in Li Yichen's mind all night.

The following morning, I drove along the coastal highway for fifteen minutes and then turned onto a bumpy concrete road. On both sides of the road were vast reed beds and abandoned container yards, and the air was filled with the smell of rust mixed with the stench of the sea.

The navigation system indicates that you have reached your destination.

Li Yichen pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out.

Before me stood a rusty iron gate with a faded sign that read "Xinda Scrap Recycling Station." The chain dangled loosely and opened with a push.

The factory area is even larger than it appears on satellite images.

Two massive steel-structured factory buildings stand side by side, each at least 5,000 square meters and over 20 meters high. A few pieces of the exterior sheet metal are peeling off, but the main steel frame structure is intact. The ground is a 20-centimeter-thick layer of hardened concrete, which has some cracks, but its load-bearing capacity is not a major issue.

Li Yichen walked around the area, stomped his foot on the ground, and then looked up to glance at the roof truss.

Ling'er's voice came from the watch: "The main steel structure is 92% intact, and the concrete foundation is thick enough. But brother—the ground can't support a 12,000-ton forging platform. We need to drive it down at least three meters, add a layer of steel reinforcement, and pour high-strength concrete."

"I know."

He took out his phone. Ling'er cooperated by checking the property information and the owner's phone number.

Ten minutes later, the call connected.

The person on the other end was a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice and a slick, businessman-like demeanor.

"Feed? Who?"

"Hello, I'm interested in your Xinda land and would like to buy it."

The other person paused for a second, then immediately changed their tone.

"Oh! Hello, boss! Which company do you work for?"

"Future Technology"

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

Then his voice rose a crack, rising with excitement: "Future Technology? That—Future Technology with a trillion-dollar valuation?"

Li Yichen did not respond.

The other person swallowed and began to float upwards.

"That Mr. Li, right? It's an honor to meet you! My plot of land is in a great location and is quite large, right next to Future Aerospace—" He paused, his mind racing, "but as you know, this area has huge development potential right now, and land prices are soaring. My 13,000 square meters—"

"Give me a price." Li Yichen interrupted him.

"Six...six billion."

The air went silent for a moment.

Li Yichen almost burst out laughing. This wasteland, plus two dilapidated corrugated iron factory buildings, would be worth at most 3 billion yuan on the market. This guy, seeing that he was from Future Technology, doubled the price.

"Three billion. Full payment. Sign the contract today, transfer the money tomorrow."

His tone was as flat as if he were giving a weather forecast.

"No bargaining. If you feel you're overpaying, I'll go look at the one next door."

There was a five-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Li Yichen could picture the other person's conflicted face—greed and fear fighting each other.

In the end, greed led to his defeat.

"Okay! Three billion! When would be a convenient time for you to sign, Mr. Li?"

"2 PM, Pudong Notary Office. Bring all required documents."

"Okay, okay! I'll definitely be there!"

After hanging up the phone, Ling'er pouted and peeked out from her wristwatch.

"Brother, you've lost out. That piece of land is worth at most three billion."

"I know." Li Yichen opened the car door and got in. "Give me an extra 500 million to make things quick and avoid any future disputes."

Ling'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shrank back without saying anything more.

-

After signing the contract and making the payment in the afternoon, I received the property ownership certificate on the same day.

Li Yichen didn't waste a single second.

Thirty Terminator drones were brought in from the space base for construction. During the day, they blended in with the site in work clothes and were inconspicuous, but their strength was twenty times that of an ordinary worker, and their precision was fifty times that of a human.

Ground reinforcement is of paramount importance.

The Terminator spent two days chiseling through the existing concrete layer, digging three meters down, laying a double-layered, densely reinforced steel mesh, and pouring in special high-strength concrete. Simultaneously, the factory's steel structure was reinforced—replacing the exterior metal sheets, welding truss joints, and installing a ventilation system and moisture-proof layer.

Li Yichen comes over every evening to take a look around. He is satisfied with the progress.

On the fifth day, Ling'er sent a message: The third cold fusion reactor newly built at the Precision Experiment Building has passed all tests.

That night, four Terminator reactors were transported to the new plant. Installation, wiring, and debugging—Ling'er remotely controlled them all, completing the task overnight.

The following morning, the reactor's blue indicator light quietly lit up in a corner of the plant.

"The peak instantaneous power consumption of the forging and casting platform at full power is about 3200 megawatts," Ling'er reported. "It's more than enough for one reactor, and there's still room to power other auxiliary equipment."

That's enough.

-

A week later.

The exterior of the new factory still has that drab, industrial look. But the interior has been completely transformed.

A three-meter-thick, ultra-strong foundation. A brand-new ventilation and heat dissipation system. An independently powered cold fusion reactor. Ten Terminators with bionic skins on 24-hour shifts for surveillance. An all-around monitoring grid connected to Ling'er has been added to the perimeter.

Even a mouse running by will be marked.

Li Yichen stood in the center of Factory Building No. 1, looking up at the twenty-meter-high dome. The special concrete floor beneath his feet was smooth and flat, and with each step he could feel the weight of the three-meter-high steel reinforcement layer underneath.

"That's fine."

He closed his eyes.

Thoughts trigger the system space.

The air in Factory Building No. 1 felt heavy.

A colossal, silver-gray object materialized from nothingness.

First came the base—a circular pedestal over twenty meters in diameter, its surface covered with honeycomb-shaped ventilation holes. The moment it hit the ground, it emitted a muffled thud that reverberated deep within. The entire factory building trembled.

Then comes the main body—a three-layered ring structure rising layer by layer. The outermost ring is an array of magnetic confinement coils, the middle is a plasma chamber, and the core is a 10,000-ton forging press arm.

The top control platform was finally completed.

Twelve thousand tons.

The magnetically confined plasma nano-forging casting platform occupies nearly half of the area of ​​Plant No. 1, and its silver-gray metal surface reflects a cold, hard light under the overhead lights.

Li Yichen breathed a sigh of relief.

The ground beneath our feet wasn't cracked at all.

Ling'er popped out of the watch, flew around the forging table twice, her two little eyes wide open.

"Bro! This thing is bigger than I imagined! It's awesome!"

"Stop just flattering me." Li Yichen walked to the control panel, pressed his palm against the start panel, and said, "Connect."

Ling'er instantly entered the system. The holographic interface unfolded, and hundreds of subsystems lit up with green lights in turn.

Three minutes later—

"Buzz—"

A deep electromagnetic vibration emanated from the core of the forging platform. The lights flickered slightly. The output power of the cold fusion reactor climbed to 2100 megawatts.

"Self-check complete, system ready." Ling'er gave an OK sign.

"Trial production".

Li Yichen took more than 50 kilograms of raw materials—the ingredients for superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy—from the shelf next to him and stuffed them all into the feed inlet.

Ling'er controls the device to start.

The plasma chamber glowed with a faint blue light, and the temperature soared to several thousand degrees within three seconds. The raw materials were broken down into atomic-level particles within the chamber, and then rearranged, polymerized, and forged according to a predetermined molecular structure in a microgravity field.

Four minutes.

A palm-sized, silver-black metal plate was ejected from the discharge port.

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, and its edges are as neat as if they were laser-cut.

Li Yichen picked it up and weighed it in his hand—it was surprisingly heavy.

He walked to the testing table by the wall, laid the metal plate flat, picked up an industrial hammer, and smashed it down with all his might.

clang--

The impact numbed my tiger's mouth, and the hammer head bounced half a meter high.

Surface of a metal plate.

There wasn't even a white mark.

Ling'er did a somersault on the spot: "Hardness data—forty-seven times that of conventional armor steel! If I used this to build the hull of a mothership, it wouldn't be damaged in the slightest even if all the missiles in the world were fired at it, plus an energy shield—"

"Don't get too excited." Li Yichen put down the sample. "Let's do the math. Assuming the forging and casting station operates at full power without stopping, how long would it take to complete all the outer hull components of the mothership?"

Ling'er was silent for three seconds.

"Thirty-five days."

"Including the internal framework and weapon system components?"

"Add 15 days. Total: 50 days."

Less than two months.

With subsequent final assembly and system integration testing, the space carrier can be rolled out within six months.

Li Yichen turned around, his gaze sweeping over the steel behemoth that occupied half of the factory, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

He took out his phone, checked the time, and sent a message to Ling'er.

"Start operating the forging station at full power from now on, 24 hours a day. At the same time, immediately purchase the necessary raw materials from the market."

"receive!"

He walked towards the factory gate. The moment he pushed open the iron gate, a sea breeze rushed in, carrying a salty, damp scent. In the distance, the welding arcs of the Terminator formation on the shipyard construction site flickered on and off.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Ji Yanran's WeChat.

"The second batch of thirty security robot units from our subsidiary has already been pre-ordered, and the waiting list stretches into next year. Also, there's something I'd like to discuss with you—the four major war zones are pressing for the combat armor again, and they need to expedite it."

Li Yichen typed with one hand and replied with three words.

"Let's talk tomorrow."