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

The day after the incident, in the capital.

The dedicated conference room on the thirteenth floor of the National Defense Science and Technology Strategy Committee building.

The air conditioning was on full blast, but a thin layer of sweat still seeped out from the back of Chen Jianjun's neck.

A dozen high-ranking military officials and representatives from various fields sat on either side of the long conference table, their rank badges on their shoulders solemn and dignified. The large conference room was completely silent at that moment.

There were no quiet rustling sounds of people flipping through documents before the meeting, no whispering conversations; all eyes were fixed on Chen Jianjun.

He sat upright, his hands on his knees, his fingertips lightly gripping the seam of his trousers. An hour had passed since he entered the meeting room, and the previous topics—fleet adjustments, diplomatic responses, and public opinion management—had been handled quickly; decisions were made as needed, and actions were taken accordingly.

But everyone knows that these are not the focus today.

The focus is on the old man sitting at the very front of the long table.

The old man was in his early sixties, with gray hair and a perpetually expressionless face, but when those eyes swept over him, Chen Jianjun could feel his spine tighten.

"Jianjun," Old Lu said.

When Chen Jianjun heard his name called, he quickly got up.

"Sit down and talk," Old Lu raised his hand. "Don't be nervous, I don't eat people."

A few low laughs came from the conference room, and the atmosphere relaxed a little.

Chen Jianjun sat down again, but only dared to touch the edge of the chair with his buttocks.

Old Lu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and tapped the table with his fingers as he put it down: "I won't ask about yesterday's events. The result was excellent, clean and efficient, leaving no one with any leverage. I know all of that."

He paused, his gaze landing on Chen Jianjun: "I just want to know—just how much more is this young man hiding?"

Chen Jianjun took a deep breath: "Reporting to Elder Lu, based on the information we have now... Li Yichen's technical reserves far exceed our previous assessment."

"Be more specific."

"Cold fusion, celestial warrior armor, Terminator robots, nanomedical pods—these are what we have already confirmed."

Chen Jianjun's fingers clenched tighter on his knees. "But judging from this incident, he has deployed at least six space-based kinetic weapons in low Earth orbit, and we... were completely unaware of it before."

Several gasps rippled through the conference room.

A high-ranking official sitting opposite Chen Jianjun frowned: "Sixth station? Are you sure?"

"A conservative estimate," Chen Jianjun said, "is likely higher, considering the attack's precision and coverage."

"When did he send it up?" another general interjected. "What about our monitoring system?"

Chen Jianjun gritted his teeth: "His Lingxiao series rockets are launched frequently, and each time they are announced to be for commercial satellites or communication networks... We have not verified the specific payload of each launch one by one."

The air was silent for two seconds.

"This shows that there are problems with our regulation—"

"That's not right." Old Lu interrupted the general, his tone calm. "This shows that this young man is very intelligent. He knows what we should see and what we shouldn't."

He turned to look at Chen Jianjun, a slight smile even appearing on his lips: "He's not hiding it from us; he's protecting his trump card until the day he really needs to use it."

Chen Jianjun was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to reply.

Old Lu stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was the hazy skyline of the capital, and several military helicopters flew low in the distance.

"This young man is no ordinary person, only twenty-five years old." He had his back to everyone, his voice was not loud, but every word was clearly audible, "Cold fusion, space-based weapons, nanomedical pods that can pull people back from the brink of death... Any one of these is enough to change the fate of a country."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire table: "But he didn't run away. He didn't take his skills elsewhere to exchange for money or status. He stayed in Daxia."

At this point, he looked at Chen Jianjun: "Jianjun."

"exist."

"Could you arrange a meeting with this young friend for me?" Old Lu's tone softened considerably, like an elder speaking casually. "Just tell him I'd like to meet him, not to talk about work, but just to have a cup of tea and chat. I'm quite curious about this young man."

Chen Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up: "Yes! I'll arrange it right away!"

"Don't rush," Old Lu waved his hand. "Don't make it too formal; the child might not be used to it. Just find a relaxed setting."

He paused, then added, "Also, regarding security—add an extra layer of covert protection to his activities within the country. Don't let those people overseas have designs on him."

"clear!"

Chen Jianjun knew perfectly well that when Old Lu said "add another layer of protection," what he really meant was that this person was now under the protection of the Great Xia Dynasty.

After the meeting, the crowd gradually left.

In the end, only three people remained in the conference room—Old Lu, and two senior executives, Zhang Mingyuan and Zhou Weiguo.

Old Lu sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his expression became serious: "Old Zhang, Old Zhou, what do you think of this young man?"

Zhang Mingyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his nose: "To put it bluntly—the technology this young man possesses goes beyond simply being 'world-leading.' He's more like..."

He carefully considered his words: "A variable that appeared out of nowhere. A variable that shouldn't exist in this era."

Zhou Weiguo chimed in, "I think so too. Cold fusion, space-based weapons, nanomedicine... these things combined don't seem like something one person could develop in a short time. It's more like—"

He paused: "A complete system of knowledge was crammed into one person's mind all at once."

Old Lu put down his teacup and tapped the table twice with his fingers: "Regardless of where his abilities come from—one thing is certain."

The two looked at him.

"His heart is in Great Xia." Old Lu's gaze fell on the national flag in the distance outside the window. His voice was soft but steady. "A person who holds technology that can rewrite the course of human civilization has chosen to stand on our side. This in itself is the destiny of the nation."

Zhang Mingyuan nodded: "Do you still remember that incident?"

He didn't say it aloud, but the three of them understood each other implicitly.

Old Lu was silent for a few seconds: "That's exactly what I was going to say."

He looked at his two longtime partners: "Do you think—if that thing really happens, will the future of Earth fall on this young man's shoulders?"

Zhou Weiguo stared at the table for a long time before finally looking up and saying, "I think it's very likely."

Zhang Mingyuan nodded in agreement: "I agree. The abilities he's demonstrating now have already touched upon the core threshold of that matter."

Old Lu stood up and pushed the chair back to its original position. As he walked to the door, he paused, glanced back at the empty conference room, and said, "Get him here first. Don't scare him; he's only twenty-five, not here to be interrogated."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out, and steady footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Zhang Mingyuan and Zhou Weiguo exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Zhou Weiguo stood up, straightened his collar, and said in a low voice, "It's a blessing that Great Xia has such a young man..."

-

Meanwhile, Tomson Riviera in Shanghai.

On the lawn in the backyard, Li Yichen was squatting on the ground helping Miaomiao straighten her kite string.

"Brother, look! It's flying! It's flying!" Miao Miao grabbed the spool and ran a few steps. The kite rose crookedly into the air, flew for about twenty meters, and then crashed down.

"Waaah—" the little girl stomped her feet, "It won't listen!"

Li Yichen smiled and walked over to pick up the kite: "It's not that it's disobedient, it's just that the wind direction is wrong. Come on, try again."

He rearranged the kite and handed it to Miaomiao: "This time, watch the wind direction and don't run too fast."

"Mmm!" Miao Miao nodded her little head, grabbed the spool of thread, and started running again.

Li Yichen stood there watching her, a smile on his lips.

He knew nothing about the high-level meeting or why Elder Lu wanted to see him.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out and glanced at it—a message from Chen Jianjun.

[Xiao Li, are you free lately? Old Lu would like to invite you for a cup of tea.]

Li Yichen stared at the message for three seconds.

There are very few people in Daxia who can be addressed as "Old Lu" by Chen Jianjun with such solemnity.

He thought about it for a moment, then, without much hesitation, typed a few words on the screen:

Commander Chen, I'm available anytime.

After sending the message, he looked up and saw that Miao Miao's kite had fallen down again.

The little girl came running back angrily: "Brother, it's being naughty again!"

Li Yichen put away his phone and rubbed her head: "It's okay, let's try again."

My phone vibrated again.

Chen Jianjun replied quickly: "Then it'll be in the next couple of days. I'll confirm the exact time with you. By the way, don't be nervous, it's just for tea and conversation."

Li Yichen raised an eyebrow as he looked at the message.

Let's have some tea and chat?

Tea that Chen Jianjun specifically emphasized "don't be nervous" must not taste very good.

(Here, I'll clarify who "Old Lu" refers to. I believe most readers can guess, so I won't reveal it directly to avoid getting me into trouble.)