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

The third day after resuming work.

Future New Energy Plant Area.

The door to Workshop No. 3 was pushed open from the inside.

Li Yichen walked out wearing a white dustproof suit.

Push the goggles up to your forehead.

Behind them, the ten fully automated production lines, built at a cost of tens of billions, were spitting out silver-gray flakes at a rate of seventy pieces per minute.

At the end of the conveyor belt, six German-imported quality inspection robots wave their robotic arms.

The laser probe scans the positive and negative terminals of each battery cell at millisecond speeds.

The pass rate numbers on the display screen were jumping wildly.

The final result was 99.7%.

Li Yichen stood at the end of the production line.

Pick up a graphene solid-state battery that just came off the production line.

It feels slightly cool to the touch.

The surface has no bumps or bulges.

The edges are cut neatly.

He casually tossed the battery to Lao Wang, the technical supervisor next to him.

"Measure the capacity."

Old Wang caught it with both hands.

My hands were shaking.

This palm-sized sheet was lighter than any battery he had ever touched in his life.

But he had just seen the data in the control room with his own eyes—

Energy density: 890Wh/kg.

For the same volume, its capacity is three times that of Ningwang Kirin batteries.

Old Wang carefully inserted the battery into the tester.

Thirty seconds later.

A line of green numbers popped up on the screen.

The measured capacity has an error of no more than 0.15% compared to the design value.

Old Wang took off his reading glasses.

I rubbed my eyes hard.

"Boss," Old Wang turned around, his throat dry, "this thing... we really made it ourselves?"

Li Yichen did not reply.

He walked to the huge screen wall in the central control room.

Real-time data from ten production lines scrolls on the screen.

Each production line produces 10,000 battery cells per day.

Ten production lines, producing 100,000 pieces per day.

Three million yuan a month.

Li Yichen stared at the line of monthly production estimates.

His brows furrowed.

Three million dollars.

This figure would be considered a good result for any ordinary battery manufacturer.

But for new energy vehicles in the future—

Too little.

That's ridiculously low.

A mental simulation quickly unfolded in his mind.

Once graphene solid-state batteries are announced, automakers around the world will rush to adopt them.

Benchi, Baoma, Audi, Tesila, and domestic brands like Bidi, NIO, and Xiaopeng.

Each automaker's annual battery demand is in the hundreds of millions.

Three million units per month?

It wouldn't even be enough to fill a gap in the teeth of a car company.

Not to mention mobile phone manufacturers, laptop manufacturers, drone manufacturers, and even military orders.

Which of those consumer electronics giants isn't a major consumer of batteries?

Li Yichen tapped his fingers twice on the center console.

He recalled the industry data provided by the system, which showed that Ningwang's monthly production capacity in China was 90 million battery cells.

Three million units produced per day.

Even if we work our hardest, our ten production lines can only achieve one-thirtieth of what others can.

With this level of production capacity, they're not even qualified to be Prince Ning's younger brother.

The access lock clicked open.

Ji Yanran walked in, wearing high heels.

He was holding a warehousing report in his hand.

The black folder cover has the word "Top Secret" printed in red.

"The first batch of batteries has all been put into storage." Ji Yanran slammed the folder on the control panel. "The security at the warehouse has been raised to the highest level, with 24-hour shifts and three-shift guards. The surveillance system has no blind spots; even a fly flying in will be detected by the infrared sensors."

Li Yichen opened the folder.

I glanced at the inventory list.

The first batch of 100,000 battery cells has been neatly stacked on shelves with constant temperature and humidity.

"From now on, for the next month, all batteries produced must be stored in the warehouse." Li Yichen snapped the folder shut. "Not a single one is allowed to leak out; strict confidentiality is required."

Ji Yanran nodded.

She certainly knew the importance of keeping secrets.

If this information is leaked prematurely, commercial spies from all over the world will flock to it.

"What about a month from now?" Ji Yanran stared at Li Yichen.

Li Yichen turned around.

"I will hold a press conference in a month."

His finger tapped on the monthly production figure on the screen.

"At that time, the existence of this battery will be officially made public."

"At that time."

"The entire new energy industry."

"An unprecedented earthquake is about to occur."

Ji Yanran's heart skipped a beat.

She recalled the moment she saw that handmade sample in the lab two weeks ago.

I recall the number 890Wh/kg on the screen.

I recall the lifespan of 6,360 cycles.

If this data were truly made public.

Those giants who are still stubbornly clinging to traditional lithium batteries will see their hundreds of billions of yuan in R&D investment instantly turn into worthless paper.

Ji Yanran took a breath.

"You'd better think about the production capacity before the press conference."

She pointed to the monthly production figures on the screen.

"Three million a month, if those car companies knew that number, they would tear you apart."

Li Yichen remained silent.

Of course he knew.

and so.

The next few days.

He wanders around the factory area every day.

Walk from the east gate to the west gate.

Walk from the south wall to the north wall.

They walked over every inch of the factory grounds.

That afternoon.

He walked out of the factory's east gate alone.

Walk along a cement road.

The road is getting narrower and narrower.

Finally, it stopped in front of a low barbed wire fence.

Li Yichen raised his head.

The line of sight goes beyond the fence.

Ahead lay an extremely open space.

Overgrown with weeds.

Wild reeds grow taller than a person.

It stretches as far as the eye can see.

He made a visual assessment.

It covers approximately one thousand acres.

Maybe more.

Li Yichen walked around the edge of the open space.

The wild grass underfoot was up to my calves.

The soles of my shoes sank into the soft, muddy ground.

Two deep marks were left behind.

He walked to the highest point of the open space.

He turned around.

The futuristic new energy plant area behind us is fully visible.

The site covers an area of ​​50,000 square meters.

Apart from a 3,000-square-meter warehouse, the remaining factory buildings were crammed full of ten production lines.

Let's look further ahead.

It is the continuous skyline of the Pudong suburbs.

A few scattered office buildings are nestled among the industrial areas.

Li Yichen stood there.

A very clear thought emerged in my mind.

The factory area covers 50,000 square meters.

Monthly production of three million battery cells.

This is far from enough.

Far from enough.

To satisfy the appetites of those automakers, and to redefine the global energy landscape with this battery, he must increase production capacity to 30 million units per month or even more within a year.

Thirty million yuan.

It is ten times the current value.

The existing factory area simply cannot accommodate it.

Expansion is necessary.

No, it's not an expansion.

It is reconstruction.

A super factory must be built.

And this thousand acres of land in front of us is the perfect location—

Located adjacent to the existing factory area, logistics costs are zero.

Seamless supply chain integration.

There's no need to rebuild the roads or rewire the power grid.

All you need to do is knock down the wall.

Move the equipment inside.

Set up the production line.

Li Yichen took out his phone.

Turn on the camera.

I took seven or eight photos of that open space.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the wild reeds in a golden hue.

He sent the photo to Ji Yanran.

Attached is a voice message.

"Check the ownership of this land. Whoever it belongs to, I want to take it."

The message has been sent.

Li Yichen leaned against a crooked willow tree next to him.

Take out the thermos.

Unscrew the cap.

I took a sip of the goji berry and red date tea that Li Niannian had brewed that morning.

The tea was still warm.

Ten minutes later.

My phone vibrated.

Ji Yanran replied with a message.

"We found it. This land belongs to the reserve land of Pudong New Area, and its nature is industrial land. It is currently listed for auction, with a starting price of eight million yuan per mu."

Li Yichen looked at the numbers on the screen.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

One thousand acres.

Eight million per mu.

One thousand acres of land is worth eight billion yuan.

This is just the starting bid.

If it were to be auctioned publicly, the price could very well double.

He placed the thermos on the roof of the car.

I typed four words in the reply box.

"The sign will be removed tomorrow."

Ji Yanran replied instantly.

"The process for transferring this kind of reserve land is very complicated. Normally, it takes at least three months. First, it needs to be submitted to the planning bureau for approval, then it needs to be listed on the land transaction center, then there is a 30-day public notice period, and finally, it can be auctioned off."

Li Yichen looked at this text.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly upwards.

Three months?

The press conference was held a month later.

Orders will come pouring in like snowflakes.

The factory hasn't even started construction yet?

Isn't this just asking to be laughed at by our peers?

Li Yichen pressed the voice button.

Leaning against the car door.

The evening breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

"Three months is too long."

"Go talk to the government."

"For example, Future Energy plans to invest in and build a super factory."

"The total investment shall not be less than 30 billion yuan."

"It has created more than 20,000 jobs."

"If they can complete the land transfer approval within half a month—"

"I'll locate this project in Pudong."

"If they can't do it—"

Li Yichen raised his head.

Looking at the golden wasteland under the setting sun.

"There's plenty of land in Jiading and Lingang next door."

The message was sent in less than thirty seconds.

The phone screen lights up.

Ji Yanran called directly.

"Three hundred billion? Twenty thousand people?"

Her volume increased by a full eight octaves.

"Are you serious?"

Li Yichen tightened the screws on the thermos.

You'll find out in a month.

"Once this battery is announced, we'll be overwhelmed with orders from all over the world."

"The current production capacity is not even a fraction of what it should be."

"The super factory must start construction ahead of schedule."

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Ji Yanran took a deep breath.

"Understood."

"I'm going to have dinner with the leaders of the Pudong New Area Investment Promotion Bureau tonight."

"A 30 billion yuan investment plus 20,000 jobs—"

"For investment projects of this caliber, they'll be vying to give us the green light."

"Don't even mention half a month."

"The approval process can be completed in three days."

Li Yichen hung up the phone.

He put his phone in his pocket.

He stood at the edge of the open space.

Looking at this wasteland that is about to be covered by reinforced concrete.

Wild reeds swayed in the evening breeze.

Several sparrows fluttered up from the grass in the distance.

One of them landed on the barbed wire fence.

Tilting his head.

Staring at the young man who had wandered into the wasteland.

Li Yichen turned around.

Open the door of the U8 and look up.

I got into the driver's seat.

Start the engine.

The car slowly drove away from the wasteland.

In the rearview mirror.

The low barbed wire fence was getting further and further away.

It eventually disappeared around the corner.