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

Li Yichen tossed the empty fish basket onto the back seat of the Tank 700. The door slammed shut, the engine roared, leaving the river breeze from the Huangpu River and the old fisherman's banter all behind the vehicle.

As soon as he pushed open the gate of Tomson Riviera, Miao Miao rushed over like a small cannonball, clinging tightly to his trouser leg with both hands.

"Brother, did you catch any fish today?"

Li Yichen remained expressionless, leaning the empty fishing rod bag against the corner of the wall: "I caught one."

"Where is it?" The little girl peeked behind him.

"It was too big, the fishing line broke, and it got away."

Miao Miao tilted her little face up, her eyes full of seriousness: "Then next time let's bring thicker rope! The kind of rope used to tie up big dogs!"

Standing by the kitchen door, Li Niannian, holding a plate of freshly stir-fried vegetables, chuckled upon hearing this. She placed the plate on the table, looked up, and said, "The food will be ready soon; you can eat as soon as you wash your hands."

"I have something to do, don't wait for me." Li Yichen ruffled Miao Miao's hair, turned around and walked up the stairs.

The master bedroom door was locked from the inside, and the heavy blackout curtains were drawn tightly, plunging the room into darkness.

Li Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the panel in front of him that only he could see.

[Unopened Wealth Gift Pack: 165]

One hundred and sixty-five. Since the system was activated, he had never accumulated such a strong hand. For this number, Ji Yanran had spent hundreds of billions in Shanghai and taken on a trillion yuan in bank loans.

He rubbed his fingers together, and the thought even crossed his mind whether he should wash his hands or light some incense.

Two seconds later, he burst out laughing.

"Why bother with the ceremony? Just start it."

With a thought, I clicked on the first one.

A white light spreads, and the goods are put into storage.

[Received: 2 x Ten-axis fully automated high-precision industrial machine]

Li Yichen looked at the two large machines that had appeared in the system space, his expression calm. Mother machines were valuable assets, providing a production base; he never wanted more.

Next, click the second one.

White light.

[Received: 1 x Ten-axis fully automated high-precision industrial machine]

The third.

[Received: 1 x Ten-axis fully automated high-precision industrial machine]

The fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.

After six consecutive startups, eight ten-axis machine tools were neatly arranged in the system space. There wasn't a single other machine.

Li Yichen leaned back and lay flat on the bed. He stared at the ceiling for five seconds, then began to mentally calculate.

Six gift packages and eight machine tools.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"System, oh system," he said to the air, his tone tinged with absurd helplessness. "Do you think I'm some kind of factory owner? I need something that can fly, something that can crush other fleets like dirt, and all you're giving me are machine tools?"

With over a hundred gift packs, the man with the most terrifying cash flow in the world now looks like an unlucky guy trying to pull a guaranteed gacha pull in a game.

Ling'er's tentative voice came from the watch: "Brother? You've been talking to yourself in your room. Should I play some soft music to help you relax?"

"Leave me alone." Li Yichen rolled over. "I'm negotiating with something unreasonable."

Ling'er didn't understand, so she wisely shut up.

Li Yichen placed his hands behind his head and touched the panel with his mind again.

the seventh.

This time it wasn't white light. A pale blue halo spread through the depths of consciousness. Instead of a heavy, physical icon falling, a slender, illusory syringe appeared.

[Obtained: Brain-Enhancing Gene Agent]

Li Yichen sat up straight on the bed.

The description expands to the side: It does not target physical enhancement, but specifically acts on the cerebral cortex and neural synaptic structures. It significantly improves brain development, information throughput, and knowledge consolidation efficiency.

Upon reading the last line, he tapped his fingers twice on his knee.

When the blueprints for the space carrier were flooded into his head, he was in pain for half an hour; during the cold fusion experiment, the data surge of one hour and seventeen minutes made his vision go black when he came out, and he almost fell to the ground; during the Titan mech experiment, he covered his temples and sat in the chair for a long time, not daring to stand up.

His brain is like an old chip that's been forcibly overclocked. It processes data several times faster than the average person, but every time he stuffs in a massive amount of technical data, it struggles to withstand the overload and gets so hot it's about to burn out.

This medicine is a direct replacement.

The red line of Ophiuchus, the five-year countdown, and the remaining 150-plus gift packages all weighed on his mind. Without wasting a second, he directly extracted the injection from his system space.

The tube rested in my palm, slightly warm. The needle tip was so fine it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

System prompt: The injection site is the posterior cervical nerve root.

Li Yichen walked to the dressing mirror, turned his back, and looked at himself in the mirror. He raised his right hand, found the gap between the spines at the back of his neck, pressed the needle tip against the skin, and pressed it all the way in.

There was no stinging sensation.

The moment the medicine was injected, a cool sensation exploded from the back of his head, spreading along the neurons deep into his skull. It didn't hurt; instead, it felt as if someone had forcefully pushed open a window to the sea inside his closed skull.

He pulled out the empty tube and threw it into the trash can, then turned around, walked back to the bed, and lay down stiffly.

My consciousness began to sink.

When I opened my eyes, it was completely dark outside the window.

The faint sounds of Miao Miao and Li Niannian watching TV could be heard downstairs, with the sound effects of cartoons mixed with their laughter.

Li Yichen didn't rush to get up; he lay in place and began the test.

He pulled up the fluid model of the heat exchanger for cold nuclear fusion and then incorporated the hydraulic transmission scheme of the Titan mech's joints. Two extremely large and completely unrelated industrial systems were running in parallel in his mind.

I didn't feel any throbbing in my temples. It felt as relaxed as doing one plus one.

Li Yichen sat up and twisted his neck.

The world has changed. Or rather, it has slowed down.

The dialogue of the characters on the TV downstairs, the low-frequency vibration of the air conditioner compressor running in the corner, and the sound of cargo ship horns on the Huangpu River in the distance outside the window—these background sounds, which were originally mixed together, are now automatically disassembled, layered and categorized by his brain, and placed on the edge of his consciousness without interfering with each other.

He could even distinguish the friction sound of the bearings lacking a little lubricant when the air conditioner fan blades were turning.

"That's what you call brains," he said in a low voice.

The projection on the watch suddenly popped up, and Ling'er's small face was very close. She spoke very quickly: "Brother! What happened to you just now? Your brainwaves were completely flat for a while, and then suddenly jumped back. The waveform now is completely different from before! Should I call an ambulance right away?"

Seeing her nervous expression, Li Yichen smiled and said, "No need to call an ambulance, you've just upgraded yourself."

"Upgrade what level?" Ling'er was so anxious she was jumping up and down. "Can the brainwaves of carbon-based life forms be altered at will?"

"Didn't you see the injection I just got?" Li Yichen pointed to the back of his neck. "A brain-developing gene serum. My brain's capabilities are several times greater than before."

After comforting Ling'er, Li Yichen reopened the system panel.

There are still more than 150.

The eighth.

White light.

[Received: 1 x Ten-axis fully automated high-precision industrial machine]

Li Yichen's eyelid twitched.

The ninth, the tenth.

White light, white light.

The eleventh to the twentieth.

Thirteen consecutive draws.

In the system space, the icons of the ten-axis machine were neatly arranged in rows.

Li Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the pile of icons, and began to take stock of his achievements.

Twenty gift packages were thrown in, along with a development agent and more than thirty ten-axis industrial machine tools.

He rubbed his face, resigned to his fate.

"Okay." He stared at the panel. "Production capacity base, right? I understand. You're forcing me to push the shipyard and base to their limits, leaving no room for maneuver."

He sighed and continued clicking.

The twenty-first gift pack.

The light shone brightly, and this time the white light was much more dazzling than the previous motherships, even with a hint of blinding silver.

An icon of a massive, heavy industrial machine crashed into the system space with a loud bang.

[Obtained: Magnetic confinement plasma nano-forging stage]

Li Yichen's back straightened instantly.

Forging stand!

This thing is the equipment that's currently holding him back the most. The machine in the junkyard has been running at full capacity for over a month, 24/7, to purify vibranium and build superconducting tungsten components for the space carrier. Ling'er had calculated before that the schedule for just the carrier's keel and armor modules would be more than 50 days from now.

He dreamed of getting another one to ease the pressure, and he never expected to actually drive one.

Li Yichen's eyes finally lit up as he looked at the giant device that was quietly sitting in the space.

Playing one at a time is too slow, and it completely ruins your luck.

He raised his hand, his index finger hovering above the panel, his gaze fixed on the remaining one hundred and forty-four gift packs. From now on, ten at a time.