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

[I received the drawings and will review them first.]

Less than five minutes after that line of text appeared on the screen, Liu Ruyan was in an uproar at the aerospace base command center.

She clicked on the encrypted data packet. As the progress bar finished, a rectangular 3D model popped up on the main screen. Liu Ruyan scrolled the mouse wheel, zooming in, her eyes widening in disbelief. This wasn't a spaceship; it was clearly a perfectly square iron coffin.

She pulled up the parameter panel and scanned it line by line. It was 500 meters long and 120 meters wide. The outer shell was made entirely of superconducting tungsten gold, and a 30-meter-thick thrust plate, cast in one piece, was prominently displayed at the rear.

Liu Ruyan grabbed the phone from the table and dialed Li Yichen's number.

"Mr. Li!" As soon as the call connected, her voice pierced the receiver, "You call this thing a spaceship? It's the size of a horizontal skyscraper! The shipyard in Pudong can certainly fit it, but you expect me to build it in such a short time?"

She paced back and forth behind her desk, her high heels clattering on the floor. "Three months? Even if you cleaved me in eight pieces and threw me into the workshop to tighten screws, I still wouldn't finish this job! A 30-meter-thick superconducting tungsten-gold thrust plate—which smelter on Earth could cast it in one go? Just kill me!"

Li Yichen leaned back in the study chair at Tomson Riviera, held his phone two inches away, and picked at his ear.

"Ruyan," he chuckled lightly, his tone casual, "broaden your horizons. Who told you to start from scratch, smelting steel and building ships?"

All that could be heard on the other end of the phone was heavy breathing.

"All the components needed for this spaceship will be modularly manufactured elsewhere." Li Yichen tapped his fingers twice on the table. "The outer shell armor, the cold fusion array, and even that thrust plate that's giving you the biggest headache—I'll cut them into standard parts. You take your men to the shipyard; you have only one mission."

He paused for two seconds.

"Assemble the modules that have been shipped over to me, just like building with Lego."

Liu Ruyan stopped breathing. She stopped and stared intently at the model on the screen.

"Modular design?" she retorted through gritted teeth. "How can precision be guaranteed? The welding gaps in superconducting tungsten alloy have extremely high requirements. If the assembly error exceeds 0.1 millimeters, the ship will disintegrate at Mach 500!"

"Leave the errors to me," Li Yichen said casually, radiating absolute confidence. "You just focus on finishing it. Can you finish it?"

These words completely ignited the ruthlessness within Liu Ruyan. She slammed her hand on the desk, making her coffee cup rattle: "As long as your module supply keeps up, and there's absolutely no shortage of parts, I swear on my promise. Two months! Within two months, the Xuanwu will be absolutely assembled and tested!"

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

Li Yichen hung up the phone, grabbed his car keys, went downstairs, started the white Tank 700, and sped out of the yard.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the Xinda scrap yard.

The area before us is now completely devoid of any trace of the former scrap yard. Ji Yanran's spending speed is comparable to a money-printing machine; the land within a one-kilometer radius has been completely leveled. The original logistics park and resettlement housing have all been bulldozed, and the ground has been paved with a half-meter-thick layer of quick-drying, high-grade cement.

More than a dozen giant, simple steel-structured factory buildings rose from the ground, sunlight shining on the brand-new corrugated steel sheets, which gleamed with a blinding cold light. Three layers of electrified wire mesh were strung around the perimeter, with a 24/7 surveillance camera every fifty meters.

Li Yichen pushed open the car door, his leather shoes stepping onto the hardened cement floor.

"Ling'er." He raised his hand and tapped his watch.

A holographic projection appeared, showing a little girl in a work vest holding a virtual safety helmet: "Brother, the area is cleared. Even a stray cat has been chased out of this area."

"Well done." Li Yichen waved his hand, pointing to the vast factory area. "From today onwards, this place will no longer be called a junkyard. It will be renamed 'Future Technology Heavy Industry Plant Area'!"

He stepped into the central and largest factory building, number one.

His footsteps echoed through the empty factory. Li Yichen stood in the center, closed his eyes, and communicated with the system space.

"put!"

A deafening roar erupted from the ground. The air was forcibly pushed aside, creating a gust of wind that made Li Yichen's clothes flutter wildly.

Thirty magnetically confined plasma nano-forging casting tables and one hundred ten-axis fully automated high-precision industrial machine tools crashed onto the concrete floor. The heavy metal bases made a teeth-grinding friction sound as they contacted the ground, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble.

The colossal steel behemoths occupied every corner of the factory, exuding the cold and violent aesthetics of industry. The forging and casting platform's constraint rings, towering over ten meters high, and the machine tools' densely packed robotic arms and cutting heads, formed a true steel jungle.

In just one day, the entire core production line of the factory area was fully completed.

Li Yichen walked among these behemoths, reaching out to touch the mothership's cold metal shell.

"Notify Ji Yanran." He tilted his head to his watch. "Bring all the purchased ore this way. Bring as much as you can."

In less than two hours, a long line formed outside the factory gate. One heavy truck after another, fully loaded with high-purity rhenium, tungsten concentrate and various special metal ores, rumbled into the factory area.

The car door opened, and the driver jumped out to unload the goods, only to find that there wasn't a soul in sight in the factory area.

The delivery was made by rows of Terminator robots with exposed metal skeletons. Their movements were perfectly synchronized; each robot lifted a box of ore weighing several hundred kilograms with a single arm and steadily stacked it into the warehouse. The drivers watched, swallowing hard, not even daring to smoke, and quickly reversed and sped away after unloading.

The entire heavy industrial plant has no human employees; it is entirely controlled by the Terminators.

The mass troop mode has officially launched!

Ling'er frantically coordinated in the background, and data poured down like a waterfall on the holographic panel.

"Factory No. 1, all ten-axis machine tools are running at full power, prioritizing the production of Terminator parts to expand the labor force!"

"Workshop No. 2, thirty forging and casting tables activated! Superconducting tungsten gold purification begins; Xuanwu hull modules and 30-meter thrust plates enter the forging sequence!"

"Factory Building 3, assembly line activated, cold fusion engine array assembly begins!"

The deafening roar of the machines filled the air. Blinding plasma arcs illuminated the forging table, melting and purifying the ore at high temperatures. The cutting blades of the machine sped across the metal, sending metal shavings flying.

Absolute physical isolation, with no living personnel operating within it. This place became the most secretive and terrifyingly efficient money-devouring behemoth on Earth.

Li Yichen stood atop the highest control tower in the factory area, overlooking the bustling unmanned factory below. Crates of ore were being carried in, while flawless Xuanwu modules were being unloaded by the Terminator, loaded onto heavy trucks, and transported directly to the Pudong Shipyard.

"Brother." Ling'er's projection floated onto his shoulder, looking down, "At this rate, Liu Ruyan's side will finish the Xuanwu in two months, no exaggeration."

Li Yichen braced his hands on the railing, the river wind ruffling his hair.

"Two months." He stared at the modules being continuously transported out in the distance. "Once the Xuanwu spacecraft takes off and brings back that iron lump from Lingshen Star, our planet-destroying cannon can be put on the agenda."