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

Li Yichen adjusted his posture, leaning back firmly against the soft headboard. He mentally selected ten gift packs on the virtual panel and clicked to open them.

First wave of 10 pulls.

The white light merged into one in the system space.

[Acquired: 15 x 10-axis fully automated high-precision industrial machine tools]

[Acquired: Magnetic confinement plasma nano-forging casting stage x3]

Looking at the newly added heavy equipment in the space, the upgraded "processor" in his mind automatically started working. A two-kilometer-long open space plan of the second phase of the scrap yard unfolded in his mind, and the eighteen pieces of equipment were filled in piece by piece according to the optimal land area ratio and logistics flow.

The three newly built forging and casting stations can be arranged in a triangular high-temperature array, specifically for purifying superconducting tungsten gold, with an efficiency four times that of a single station operating. Ten of the fifteen mother machines are responsible for cutting the keel of the space carrier, while the remaining five are used to rush-produce parts for the security robot.

With perfect dimensions, production capacity planning came naturally.

Ji Yanran's expenditure of 200 billion yuan in relocation fees was truly well worth it.

He didn't stop, mentally selecting ten more.

Second wave of 10-pull.

[Acquired: 11 x 10-axis fully automated high-precision industrial machine tools]

[Acquired: Magnetic confinement plasma nano-forging casting stage x5]

Li Yichen looked at the numbers that popped up on the panel and grabbed a handful of the bed sheet with his fingers.

"System," he said to the air, "If you were to open a hardware and electrical machinery market, I'd definitely invest in you. You could make it into the Fortune 500 just by selling machine tools."

As soon as he finished speaking, he chuckled to himself. After his brain was developed, even his self-deprecating thought process worked faster than before. He could even calculate in a fraction of a second that, given the current drop rate of machine tools, if he opened another hundred gift packs, the combined heavy industry capacity of the entire Great Xia would have to call him grandpa.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

"Brother Li." Li Niannian knocked on the door from the outside, her voice coming through the solid wood door, full of concern, "The food's getting cold, do you want to come down and eat something?"

"I'm busy here," Li Yichen called out to the door. "I'll come down as soon as I'm done. Don't worry about me, just eat first."

The footsteps outside the door faded away, heading towards the stairwell.

Less than half a minute later, the sound of jogging footsteps approached again, the soles of shoes making a pattering sound on the wooden floor.

A sliver of light peeked through the crack under the door, half of it blocked by a small head.

"Brother, are you hiding in there playing games?" Miao Miao's voice came through the crack in the door, tinged with the smugness of being caught red-handed.

"I'm opening blind boxes."

"I want to open it too!" The doorknob clicked as it was turned, and the little girl bounced around outside, her slippers slapping the floor. "What did you get? Did you get a magic wand that lights up?"

Li Yichen looked at the pile of heavy industrial equipment in the system space, with metal behemoths tens of meters long and weighing hundreds of tons parked side by side.

"More than thirty large iron lumps were found," he told the truth.

The commotion outside the door stopped.

"Oh." Miao Miao's voice trailed off, full of disdain. "This blind box is terrible. I can't even find a doll. Don't buy from this store again. They're a rip-off."

The sound of footsteps went downstairs, and you could still hear her complaining to Li Niannian.

Li Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, laughing so hard his shoulders shook. This girl's assessment was far more accurate than his own. In her eyes, a ten-axis industrial machine was less than a plastic magic wand.

After laughing, he turned his attention back to the control panel.

Third wave of ten-pull. Fourth wave. Fifth wave.

The white light flashed again and again.

Icons of the mother machine and the forging station were alternately added to the system space. Li Yichen looked at the strategic equipment that outsiders would fight tooth and nail to get, now piled up in the warehouse like cabbages, and his eyelids twitched twice.

He began to calculate how many times he could disrupt the global machine tool market if he were to take all of these devices out and sell them.

His initial eagerness gradually subsided, eventually settling into a strange calm. He had figured out the system's temperament; before serving him the main course, it had to solidify the foundations of its infrastructure. Without a sufficiently large industrial mothership fleet, even if he were given the blueprints for a Star Destroyer, he could only stare blankly.

He leaned against the headboard, watching the numbers keep increasing, and drew a bottom line for himself: 165 gift packages. As long as he could get one that was truly effective, the one trillion loan would not have been taken in vain.

He didn't do ten-pulls for the fifty-first to seventy-ninth gift packs; he just clicked on them one by one.

My fingers tapped on the panel, while my mind raced, operating on two fronts simultaneously. On one hand, I mechanically opened gift packs, and on the other hand, a three-dimensional model of the production line layout for the second phase of the scrap yard was already forming in my mind.

He meticulously planned out the routes for heavy-duty truck transport, the locations for laying superconducting cables, and the reserved interfaces for the cold fusion reactor. He even designed the underground drainage system and electromagnetic shielding layer, transforming the two-kilometer factory area into a fully enclosed war fortress.

He stopped after ordering the seventy-ninth item.

Li Yichen stood up, walked to the window, and reached out to pull open the heavy blackout curtains a crack.

The night view of Shanghai squeezed into the room through this gap. The neon lights of Lujiazui were dazzling, and on the Huangpu River, cargo ships with searchlights blared as they sailed downstream one after another. The city continued to operate as usual, and tens of millions of people were still worrying about tomorrow's mortgage payments, car loans, and breakfast.

He stared at the ripples on the river, and the image of that reliable face flashed through his mind.

This madman, for the sake of a single vote eighteen months from now, has pressed the countdown button for the entire planet. Completely disregarding the consequences. He only cares about the votes in front of him. The survival of human civilization is being held hostage by this short-sighted politician; it's absurd enough to make one laugh.

If the alien fleet does arrive in five years, all these neon lights, these cargo ships, and the joys and sorrows of the tens of millions of people in this city will be reduced to ashes in the first orbital strike.

What he needs to do now is to use the advanced technology in the system to forcefully create a way out before the countdown ends.

Li Yichen rubbed his temples and shook his head helplessly.

He drew the curtains back shut, blocking out the bustling night view, then turned and walked back to the bedside to sit down.

"Keep going."

The eightieth gift pack.

Point your mind.

The white light faded.

A stream of golden light exploded in the center of the panel, crashing directly into the depths of his consciousness.

A massive amount of data poured down.

This time, not even a throbbing pain could be found in my temples. The neural synapses modified by the brain-enhancing drug exhibited an astonishing information throughput. Extremely complex technical parameters, manufacturing blueprints, and underlying logic were poured into a container far wider than before, like water flowing in. Smoothly, clearly, and orderly.

Layer by layer, they automatically return to their original positions.

He could even "watch" the knowledge being categorized and organized in his mind, with the main control program assigned to the left brain's logic area and the material formulas engraved into the right brain's memory area. The whole process took less than two minutes.

【Nano Armor (Complete Technology + Manufacturing Process)】

Li Yichen read the parameters one by one in his mind, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

This suit of armor is completely unrelated to the Heavenly Soldier Armor that was made before.

The Celestial Armor is still a traditional mechanical exoskeleton, relying on servo motors and hydraulic transmission. This nano-armor, however, is composed of clusters of hundreds of billions of nanoscale particles. It doesn't require heavy wearable equipment; it can be disguised as clothing or a watch when not in use, and upon activation, it attaches directly to the skin, instantly taking shape and deforming at will.

The protective system abandons simple physical armor, instead employing a dual superposition of energy fields and nanolayers. The outer energy shield counteracts kinetic energy impacts, while the inner nanoparticles absorb heat energy by altering the crystal lattice structure.

Equipped with its own independent micro-energy core, a miniature version of cold fusion, the fist-sized reactor can provide decades of power. It also features a perfect life support system that can automatically synthesize oxygen and nutrients in extreme environments and molecularly recombine waste, achieving 100% internal circulation.

His gaze swept to the last line.

It possesses the capability for short-distance interstellar travel.

Li Yichen read the last line of text over and over in his mind three times.

He sprang out of bed and sprinted around the room twice.

"ha."

He laughed out loud.

The suffocating feeling of being held back by the five-year countdown has finally been broken open these past few days.

It can go to space now.

While space carriers are powerful, their construction time is too long and they are too large targets. Nanosuits are different; they allow for individual combat and offer maximum mobility. Although it's only a short-distance space flight, it's enough for him to step out of the confined gravity well of Earth.

He sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled up the data on the panel again to review it.

All eighty gift packs have been opened.

In total: 61 ten-axis fully automatic high-precision industrial machine tools, 24 magnetic confinement plasma nano-forging casting tables, one brain development gene drug, and one complete nano-armor technology.

Remaining unopened gift packs: 85.

Li Yichen stared at the number "85," knowing better than anyone that the real bet on the remaining eighty-five boxes was on the massive one trillion yuan loan.

A holographic projection flashed on the watch, and Ling'er leaned out halfway.

"Brother, you seem so happy, did you find something good?"

Li Yichen kept his mouth shut and directly transmitted the technical document of the nanotech armor via the brain-computer interface.

Ling'er's eyes widened instantly, the data stream of the virtual image flashed rapidly, and the computing core immediately reached full load.

"Brother, this suit's abilities are insane!" She put her hands on her hips, her voice rising several octaves. "It can actually allow the wearer to survive in space! And this speed... according to data models, even within the atmosphere, it can reach tens of Mach. In space, where air resistance is zero and the thrusters are running at full power, the speed is ridiculously high, potentially exceeding Mach 100!"

She swallowed a non-existent saliva, staring intently at Li Yichen, her two small hands gesturing a famous orbital trajectory in mid-air.

"Bro, do you know what Mach 100 means? The first cosmic velocity is only 7.9 kilometers per second. If you wore this suit, you could use Earth's gravity like a slingshot! This means that once this suit is built, you can fly to the moon on your own. You won't even need to take a rocket; you can cross the Earth-Moon orbit directly with your bare body!"

Li Yichen leaned against the headboard, tapped his fingers twice on his knee, and looked past Ling'er, his gaze landing on the eighty-five unopened gift packs.

"What's the moon?" He stared at the panel. "After we finish these, let's go somewhere even farther."