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

"These two vehicles will redefine what true safety is."

Old Wei's voice resonated throughout the venue's top-notch sound system. He held the microphone and paced back and forth on the stage.

"Let's put safety aside for now and talk about the interior." He pointed to the interior images that were switching on the big screen.

"The Tank 1000 and Mountain 10 models are all equipped with a 2-nanometer photonic current-carrying vehicle chip provided by Future Technology. Its computing power is more than ten times that of traditional mainstream chips! The term 'vehicle system lag' will be removed from Great Wall Motors' dictionary from now on!"

He switched hands to hold the microphone, raising his voice: "Intelligent driving system, straight to Lingxi AI! Level 4 autonomous driving, covering all scenarios. You dare to let go, it dares to drive!"

The row of car reviewers sitting in the audience had their heads bowed low, their pens scratching across their notebooks. Several bloggers, holding up their phones to do live streams, zoomed in and muttered to themselves.

A dense barrage of comments scrolled across the large screen.

"Did Lao Wei take some kind of performance-enhancing drugs tonight? His tongue's so smooth!"

"Photonic chips plus Lingxi AI, this configuration is absolutely mind-blowing!"

"Anyone can pile on materials, but what about the most crucial aspect of an off-road vehicle: safety?"

In the front row of the media area, a reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses raised his right hand and leaned forward.

"Mr. Wei," the reporter's voice was quite loud, "you just mentioned the configuration and performance, and I'd like to ask a practical question. In terms of vehicle safety, what are the substantial differences compared to existing hardcore off-road vehicles on the market?"

The buzzing in the venue subsided. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the center of the stage.

Old Wei chuckled, revealing two rows of white teeth. He casually tossed the documents in his hand to his assistant and strode to the front of the stage.

"This media friend has hit the nail on the head." Old Wei's gaze swept from left to right. "Vehicle safety has always been the most scrutinized detail for car buyers. Today, I'll make it clear—the Tank 1000 and Alpine 10 are number one in the world when it comes to safety!"

As soon as he said that, several foreign journalists in the front row burst out laughing.

"Number one in the world? Will Volvo agree?"

"Old Wei is drinking fake alcohol; he's just bragging like crazy."

"This marketing has gone too far; it's going to get out of hand later."

Boos came from the back row, mixed with a few whistles.

Old Wei held the microphone, letting the noise from below continue. Once the noise subsided a bit, he slowly spoke: "I heard someone booing me. I'm different from Old Lei in the next exhibition hall. Old Lei loves to tell stories; I'm a rough guy, I only believe in facts."

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Upload the video!"

The giant LED screen behind the stage flashed snowflakes and then cut to an aerial shot.

A brand-new gray tank is parked at one end of the empty asphalt test track. The camera pulls up and pans along the straight track.

A kilometer away, a four-axle heavy truck was parked. Two glaring orange reflective strips were pasted on the front of the truck. The truck bed was full of solid cement blocks, and the tires were flattened.

A Geely executive in the front row frowned: "What's going on here?"

"Measure braking distance? A kilometer is too long."

"The two cars are facing each other, but the positioning is wrong! Are they preparing for an offset crash test?"

Two sets of data boxes pop up in the lower left corner of the screen.

In the video, both cars start simultaneously.

Tank exhaust pipes spewed blue smoke, while four-axle heavy truck diesel engines emitted black plumes.

The speedometer numbers were scrolling wildly upwards.

20 yards.

40 yards.

60 yards.

80 yards.

The two cars sped head-on, the distance between them closing at a visible rate.

The female car reviewer in the front row covered her mouth and let out a short scream: "Was that a head-on collision?!"

"Are you crazy?! That's a four-axle truck carrying fifty tons!"

"A thousand tanks are going to turn into iron discs!"

The number of comments in the live stream exploded exponentially in that one second, completely obscuring the screen.

"Are you risking your life?!"

"Old Wei is even willing to broadcast the crash scene just to sell cars?"

"Reverse marketing! Absolutely reverse marketing!"

"Screen recording! Headline prediction for tomorrow!"

Backend data shows that the number of viewers exceeded one million within ten seconds.

500 m.

300 m.

100 m.

A deafening roar pounded into everyone's eardrums through the venue's top-of-the-line sound system.

On the screen, two high-speed steel behemoths collide head-on.

Flames and thick smoke exploded. Car parts, shards of glass, and cement debris rained down in all directions. A cloud of gray smoke rose into the sky above the test track.

The venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The smoke and dust on the LED screen were blown away by the wind.

The image freezes.

The tank remained firmly planted on the ground. The front bumper was broken and detached, and the crash beam was dented inward by less than two centimeters. The A-pillar was straight, the roofline was intact, and even the windshield wasn't completely shattered, only showing a few spiderweb-like cracks.

In contrast, look at that four-axle heavy truck fully loaded with fifty tons.

The front of the car was completely twisted into a pretzel, and the cab was crushed and disappeared entirely by the concrete block behind it. The hood flew dozens of meters away, the front axle broke, and the tires exploded into pieces of rubber. The entire car was reduced to a pile of unrecognizable scrap metal.

Five full seconds passed before the breathing from the audience resumed.

"Holy crap!" A male internet celebrity in the back row stood up on his chair. "Is this for real?!"

"Fully loaded with four-axle trucks! That defies the laws of physics!"

"The front of the car isn't even dented? Did Great Wall Motors install composite armor on this vehicle?!"

The screams ripped the roof off the venue.

The live stream server froze for two seconds.

"Holy crap! That's awesome!"

"This is illogical! Newton would jump out of his coffin if he saw this!"

"Buy, buy, buy! I'll sell everything I own to buy it!"

The number of viewers exceeded two million. On Weibo, the topic "Great Wall tanks of 1,000 against four-axle vehicles" was marked with the word "explosive" and soared to the top of the trending search list.

In the front row of the media area, the reporter with the black-rimmed glasses who had just asked the question jumped up, pointed at the screen, and shouted, "This video is fake! It's definitely computer-generated! Or it's just empty cardboard boxes inside a four-axle tank! The chassis of a 1000-ton tank was definitely welded shut with solid steel pillars!"

His shout set the rhythm.

"Yeah, the laws of physics are there, how could you possibly lose to an off-road vehicle?"

"Great Wall's marketing tactics are too despicable."

Old Wei, holding the microphone, walked to the edge of the stage and looked down at the reporter.

"My friend, that's a good question." Old Wei's voice was steady and full of confidence. "I'm standing here today, and I guarantee with the Great Wall's decades-old reputation that this video has never been edited in any way."

The four-axle truck was loaded with a real 50 tons of cement, and the tank's 1000-ton capacity is a standard mass-produced component. If you don't believe me, tomorrow morning at 10 AM, we'll go to the Great Wall test track, do a real crash test, and open the "blind box" on the spot!

The reporter was momentarily speechless, but still wanted to speak.

Old Wei raised his hand to stop him: "Let me explain something to everyone first. Why is the Tank 1000 so tough? The reason is simple: we changed the foundation of our vehicle manufacturing."

The entire chassis of the Tank 1000 is constructed using a brand-new material—superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy. This material is fifty times harder than ordinary steel currently available on the market!

The venue erupted in chaos once again.

"Superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy? Never even heard of it."

"Fifty times? Old Wei, are you writing science fiction?"

"This name sounds like a gimmick; there's no such metal."

The murmurs from the audience grew louder and louder, all expressing disbelief.

Looking at the chaos below, Lao Wei turned around and stretched out his right hand towards the center of the first row of the VIP section.

"Everyone thinks I, Lao Wei, am just spouting nonsense," Lao Wei raised his voice. "Then I'll invite a VIP guest up on stage to give everyone a proper explanation. Mr. Li, would you mind stepping up and saying a few words?"

All the spotlights immediately focused on the VIP seats.

Li Yichen stood up from the leather chair. He straightened the hem of his black suit, strode up the steps, and walked onto the stage.

The big screen cuts to a close-up of him. Young, aloof, and with an imposing presence.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by an even more exaggerated cheer.

The female car reviewers in the front row abandoned all pretense of modesty and started snapping photos with their phones.

"Mr. Li is so much more handsome in person than in photos!"

"The CEO of Future Technology personally came to endorse it! Great Wall has such a huge reputation!"

"If President Li says so, then it absolutely cannot be wrong!"

Li Yichen walked over to Lao Wei and took the microphone.

"Good evening, everyone. I am Li Yichen from Future Technology." His voice was steady and resonated throughout every corner through the speakers.

"The superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy that Mr. Wei just mentioned comes from our company's Future Heavy Industry Science and Technology Park. Regarding the claim that its hardness is fifty times that of ordinary steel, I have personally conducted tests, and it is indeed more than that."

As for the collision video just now, I guarantee with the credibility of Future Technology that it is authentic and genuine, without the slightest fabrication.

After Li Yichen finished speaking, he handed the microphone back to Lao Wei.

The audience erupted in applause, and all the reporters who had been shouting about the fabrication fell silent.

Future Technology is currently the uncrowned king of the global technology world. The creator of photonic chips and Thor batteries, a multi-trillionaire tycoon. Such a person would never tarnish his reputation for a mere Great Wall Motors press conference.

Old Wei took the microphone and pressed his advantage.

"It's not just the Tank 1000!" Old Wei pointed to the commercial vehicle on the right, "The body frame of the Gaoshan 10 is also made entirely of superconducting tungsten gold fusion alloy!"

What's the point of buying a commercial vehicle? It's for the safety of your family and peace of mind for your boss! Gaoshan 10, the world's safest mobile fortress. This isn't boasting; it's genuine technological superiority!

The applause erupted again and lasted for a long time.

The security measures at the venue collapsed immediately after the press conference ended.

Dozens of media outlets swarmed around the edge of the stage, surrounding Lao Wei and Li Yichen.

"Mr. Li! When will the procurement of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy be opened to other automakers?"

"Mr. Wei! What price range should we set for the tank, which is expected to cost 1,000?"

"Mr. Li, will Future Technology have any new developments in the automotive field?"

The flashes were so bright they made it hard to open your eyes. Old Wei grinned, revealing his back teeth, and while chuckling to the reporters, he directed the security guards to clear a path and pulled Li Yichen into the backstage dressing room.

As soon as I entered, Lao Wei's assistant rushed over, holding a tablet computer, his voice hoarse.

"Mr. Wei! It's exploded! It's all exploded!" The assistant shoved the tablet in front of Mr. Wei's face.

"We're all in the top five trending topics! 'A 1,000-tank tank takes on a four-axle vehicle' is number one! 'Superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy' is number two! 'CEO Li's endorsement' is number three!"

Within just ten minutes of the pre-sale channel opening, blind orders for the Tank 1000 had already exceeded 100,000 units! The Takayama 10 had also received 60,000 orders!

Old Wei slapped his assistant on the shoulder, threw his head back, and laughed loudly, "Great! Great! Tonight, we'll give out bonuses to the whole company!"

At the same time, in Hall B of the Shanghai International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The launch event for DaMi Auto has just ended.

Mr. Lei sat on the sofa backstage, holding a half-full glass of warm water. His new cars, the SU9 and yu9, also feature superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloys, and a collision video was shown on stage earlier, with equally stunning effects.

But he can't laugh at all now.

He stared at the glaring "Great Wall Tank 1000" at the top of Weibo's trending topics on his phone screen, his back teeth grinding together.

"That bastard Wei!" Lei slammed his water glass on the coffee table, splashing water everywhere. "He stole the show by holding a press conference half an hour early! Even President Li was tricked into going to support him!"

The vice president next to him wiped his sweat: "Mr. Lei, our pre-sale orders are also increasing, but our popularity is being overshadowed by Great Wall..."

"Tomorrow we're going to the Future Science Park!" Lei stood up, straightening his suit. "No matter how much of a quota Lao Wei got, we have to get more rice than him!"

That night, the automotive industry in Daxia was completely sleepless.

In Shenzhen, Mr. Wang took a private plane back to BYD's headquarters overnight.

In the office, a video of a tank 1000 crashing into a four-axle vehicle was playing on a loop on the computer screen. He dragged the progress bar back and watched it ten times.

With a "bang," Mr. Wang slammed his fist on the mahogany desk.

"Superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy." He stared at the screen, his eyes gleaming red. "Those two shrewd guys, Lao Wei and Lao Lei, actually managed to get their hands on this strategic material without a sound. Even the crash beams don't deform. How are others supposed to compete with that?"

He grabbed the landline receiver and dialed his secretary's number: "Summon the entire legal and purchasing departments tomorrow. We must see Li Yichen tomorrow. If we don't secure this order, our sales will be utterly crushed by Great Wall and DaMi!"

Lin'an, Geely headquarters.

The boss dragged all the senior executives out of bed overnight and crammed dozens of them into the conference room.

"Everyone, did you understand the two press conferences tonight?" Mr. Li, hands on the conference table, scanned the room. "Superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy—this is a game-changer for the automotive industry. Without this material, our cars are just paper in the eyes of consumers!"

He tapped the table: "Does anyone have Li Yichen's private phone number? Or Ji Yanran's? Arrange a meeting with him first thing tomorrow morning! We must get the quota at all costs!"

On WeChat, a private group chat called "New Energy Vehicle Manufacturers Group" is being flooded with messages.

Li, the CEO of NIO: "Guys, Great Wall Motors and Xiaomi are about to flip the table!"

Xiao Peng, the owner of the company, said: "That impact video is too outrageous. I had the engineers calculate it, and the yield strength of that material exceeds the current industrial limit."

Li, the owner of Ideal, said: "We can't compete with Lao Wei and Lao Lei on our own. Why don't we pool our resources and go to Future Technology to negotiate and try to get a big slice of the pie?"

A consensus was quickly reached in the group.

The next morning.

Master bedroom in Tomson Riviera villa.

Morning light streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. Li Yichen leaned against the headboard, and as soon as he opened his eyes, his phone on the bedside table began vibrating incessantly.

He picked up his phone. The screen displayed more than a dozen missed calls, all from big shots.

Mr. Wang, Mr. Li, Mr. He... lined up to go inside.

Just then, an unknown number called.

Li Yichen pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

"Hello Mr. Li! I'm the Purchasing Director from Chery Automobile. I apologize for bothering you. We are very interested in collaborating on superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloys. Regarding the price..."

"Go talk to the Future Technology Business Department." Li Yichen ended the call.

He tossed his phone onto the blanket, listening to its persistent vibrations, and gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

"These car company bosses have a really keen sense of smell." Li Yichen threw off the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the wooden floor. "It seems this storm has only just begun."

He walked to the French windows and pulled back the curtains. Morning light poured in, illuminating his broad shoulders.

The phone on the table was still vibrating.

Li Yichen turned around, his gaze falling on the lit screen, where Ji Yanran's name appeared on the caller ID.

He walked over and answered the call.

"Boss," Ji Yanran's voice betrayed her exhaustion, but she spoke rapidly, "The entrance to Future Technology's headquarters is blocked by CEOs from major car companies. They've all brought their purchasing teams and checkbooks, threatening not to leave until they see you."

Li Yichen picked up the black shirt draped over the back of the chair and put it on with one hand.

"Let them wait." He buttoned up the first button.

"How are material quotas determined? Our current production capacity..."

"Production capacity isn't a problem right now, but I want to keep the bulk for myself." Li Yichen fastened his cufflinks, walked to the mirror, and straightened his collar. "Tell them that the production capacity of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy is limited. Each company can only produce a maximum of three thousand tons per month."