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

The night was thick and dark.

In the master bedroom on the second floor of the Tomson Riviera villa, Li Yichen lay on his back on a large bed measuring two meters by two meters.

The blanket only covered his waist and abdomen, his left hand was on his forehead, and his right hand was casually spread out at his side.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a ray of moonlight pierced through the gap, cutting a silvery-white strip of light across the floor at the foot of the bed.

He stared at the unlit crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

My mind raced through a series of thoughts.

Three months.

From the time I got that system until now, it's only been three months at most.

What was he doing three months ago?

They're still struggling to make a living, delivering food on the streets!

What now?

He lives in a villa in Tomson Riviera.

The basement is filled with luxury cars worth hundreds of millions.

Hongyuan New Energy, with a market value of nearly 10 billion yuan, has been acquired and renamed Future New Energy.

The contract for the super factory site, covering thousands of acres, has just been signed.

They also have three trump cards in their pockets: graphene solid-state batteries, cutting-edge chips, and genuine artificial intelligence.

Any one of these cards, if thrown out, could turn the corresponding industry upside down.

Li Yichen removed his left hand from his forehead and held it out in front of his eyes.

Five fingers spread slightly in the moonlight.

This hand.

Three months ago, I couldn't even afford a decent suit.

But now he's wearing a ten million dollar watch on his wrist.

This leap is beyond what can be described as taking a rocket.

That's fucking teleportation.

Li Yichen rolled over and lay on his side, his gaze falling on the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

The watch face reflected the moonlight, and the hands pointed to 1:15 a.m.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Once the thought crossed my mind, I couldn't suppress it.

He closed his eyes.

Consciousness sank deep into the mind.

In that darkness, the transparent screen floated, emitting a pale golden halo.

The top is empty, with no hints.

"System," Li Yichen said in his mind.

The screen lit up.

Please speak.

"Your name is the Wealth System, right?"

【Yes. 】

Li Yichen organized his words.

"If it's a wealth system, then why are the three wealth gift packages that were offered later all related to technology knowledge?"

"Graphene solid-state batteries, artificial intelligence architecture, and chip manufacturing processes."

"Isn't this some kind of technology?"

"What does this have to do with wealth?"

The screen remained silent for a moment.

Then a line of text appeared.

So, you don't think technological knowledge is wealth?

Li Yichen stared at the line of text.

stunned.

The intricate logic in my mind was completely disrupted by this one sentence.

What is wealth?

Money? House? Stocks? Gold?

Those things, to put it bluntly, are all carriers of value.

But where does value come from?

From the perspective of productivity.

It comes from technological superiority.

It comes from the core competitiveness of "I have what others don't".

Once graphene solid-state batteries are mass-produced, which global new energy vehicle company wouldn't be begging to sign contracts?

Three times the capacity, 6,000 cycles, making all other batteries on the market look like dirt.

Whoever acquires this technology will become the next energy tycoon.

How much money can this thing be exchanged for?

Tens of billions? Or hundreds of billions?

Not to mention artificial intelligence and chips.

Once those two technology trees blossom and bear fruit, they will not only shake up a single industry, but also the underlying technological architecture of the entire world.

Apple, with a market value of trillions, relies on chips, operating systems, and an ecosystem, doesn't it?

The knowledge in Li Yichen's mind is more than a decade ahead of Apple's.

Aren't these things wealth?

No.

They are not wealth.

They are perpetual motion machines for producing wealth.

Li Yichen stared at the line of text on the screen, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Laughed.

With a hint of self-deprecation.

"That's true," he muttered to himself, "I'm getting stuck on this."

Receiving money directly from the system is like picking up free money.

Relying on systems to provide knowledge is simply creating money.

Even if you find a hundred million, you'll eventually run out of money.

Creating a machine that produces 100 million units of currency is called a money printing machine.

The system did not reply.

The halo flickered slightly, as if expressing its disdain.

Li Yichen exited the consciousness space and opened his eyes.

The ceiling is still the same ceiling.

The moonlight moved to the edge of the bedside table.

His heart was beating a few beats faster than before.

I'm no longer sleepy.

The three sets of technical knowledge he has in his head now are enough to keep him busy for several days.

Money is no longer important.

The key is to turn these technologies into tangible products, bring them to market, and then redefine the rules of the entire industry.

Li Yichen pulled the blanket up to cover his shoulders.

He rolled over.

Close your eyes.

Slowly even out your breathing.

The self-deprecating smile from before still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

The third day has arrived.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The alarm clock didn't go off.

Li Yichen was awakened by the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

He rolled over in bed and touched the Patek Philippe on the bedside table.

8:05.

Liu's Pharmaceuticals is holding a press conference today.

Two days ago, Ji Yanran conveyed Liu Xue's invitation.

Liu's Pharmaceuticals was the first project he invested in.

The investment of 1.5 billion yuan marks the first step in China's foray into the real economy.

Liu Xue did not disappoint; she completed all the approval procedures for the special drug in such a short time.

This efficiency, in the domestic pharmaceutical industry, is at least at the level of a high-speed train, if not rocket speed.

Li Yichen sat up in bed, placed his feet on the carpet, and walked towards the dressing room.

Push open the floor-to-ceiling walnut sliding door.

The room was filled with haute couture suits.

Black, dark gray, navy blue, arranged neatly according to color gradation.

He picked out a dark gray Brioni suit and a white poplin shirt.

After getting dressed, he grabbed the Patek Philippe watch from the bedside table and fastened it to his left wrist.

The metal watch strap felt slightly cool against my skin.

He stood in front of the mirror for two seconds.

They act like humans but are actually dogs.

Push open the door and walk down the spiral staircase.

Li Niannian was playing with building blocks with Miaomiao in the living room on the first floor.

Miaomiao lay on the carpet, her two little legs dangling up and down, holding a red building block in her hand and trying to place it on the top of the tower.

Li Niannian heard footsteps first.

Turning around, she saw Li Yichen coming down the stairs. Just as she was about to speak, her words were cut off.

"Brother Li, breakfast—"

"Just grab something to eat."

Li Yichen walked towards the restaurant.

Zhou Dahai brought out a basket of crab roe soup dumplings, a bowl of millet porridge, and a dish of pickled cucumbers.

The skin of freshly made soup dumplings is so thin it's translucent, and the soup inside sloshes around beneath it.

Li Yichen picked one up and finished it in a few bites.

He then drank another half bowl of millet porridge.

He picked up the car keys for the U8 from the entryway counter and looked up at them.

"Brother Li!" Miao Miao scrambled up from the carpet, ran over, and hugged Li Yichen's leg.

"Do you want to go out and have some fun?"

Li Yichen ruffled her hair.

"No, my brother has some important business to attend to and needs to go out later."

Miao Miao tilted her head, clearly not understanding what "serious business" meant, but still obediently let go of her hand.

Li Niannian walked over and pulled Miaomiao back, then nodded to Li Yichen.

Li Yichen pushed open the gate and walked out, looking up at the U8 parked in the parking space in front of the villa.

He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Press the start button.

The central control screen lights up and jumps to the intelligent driving mode standby interface.

He still prefers driving the Yangwang U8.

It boasts ample power, spacious interior, and a worry-free intelligent driving system.

Put it in Drive and gently press the accelerator.

Looking up, the U8 silently glides out of the villa area and merges into Pudong Avenue.

8:50.

Li Yichen parked his car in a roadside parking space 200 meters away from the gate of Liu's Pharmaceutical Company.

He pushed open the door and got out of the car.

From afar, we could see the situation at the entrance of Liu's Pharmaceutical Company.

The originally empty front square was temporarily set up as a stage for a press conference.

A white steel frame supports a huge curved LED screen, on which the blue words "Global First Launch of Liu's Pharmaceutical Cell-Targeted Special Drug" are displayed.

There were more than a dozen rows of folding chairs in front of the stage, and quite a few people were already sitting in them.

There were reporters carrying cameras, media editors wearing name tags, and several representatives from the pharmaceutical industry in white coats.

Everyone wore expressions of obvious anticipation and curiosity.

Li Yichen did not move forward.

He found a corner and mingled on the outermost edge of the crowd.

His hands were in his trouser pockets.

Today's focus is on Liu's Pharmaceuticals, not future technology, and certainly not Li Yichen.

Li Yichen looked around.

My gaze swept across the side of the stage.

Liu Xue stood at the edge of the curtain backstage.

She was wearing a navy blue business suit, and her hair was tied up.

With a faint, professional smile on his face, he was talking quietly with several staff members.

Standing a step behind her was Liu Xiaoyu.

Liu Xiaoyu wore a white short-sleeved shirt, the hem of which was tucked into black trousers.

My hair was cut short, to ear length.

Having worked at Liu's Pharmaceutical Company for over a month, Liu Xiaoyu has shed her childishness.

He's standing ramrod straight, holding a folder, and checking the procedures with the person next to him.

The movements were efficient and skillful.

He speaks much faster than before.

He glanced at the folder, then looked up at the person, no longer intimidated.

Li Yichen looked at Liu Xiaoyu's profile.

He's starting to look like a leader.

Although Liu Xue is proud and arrogant, she is decisive in her actions.

Placing Liu Xiaoyu under her tutelage was the right decision.

It was exactly nine o'clock.

The host walked onto the stage and gave a brief opening speech into the microphone.

The noisy conversations from the audience gradually quieted down.

"Next, please welcome Ms. Liu Xue, Chairperson of Liu's Pharmaceutical Group."

applause.

Liu Xue walked out from the side of the stage.

Her high heels clicked crisply and cleanly on the stage.

She picked up the microphone.

"Welcome to today's press conference, friends from the media, colleagues, and investors who care about Liu's Pharmaceuticals."

Liu Xue's voice came through the speakers smoothly.

There was no unnecessary small talk.

The screen lights up and switches to a molecular structure diagram.

"This is our cell-targeted drug, 'Nirvana No. 1,' which we have been developing for several years."

Another image is cut out.

Comparison of in vitro cancer cell culture experiments.

"The core mechanism of 'Nirvana No. 1' is to precisely identify cancer cell surface antigens through specific target proteins, block their division signaling pathways, and at the same time activate the T cell synergistic clearance function of the patient's own immune system."

Liu Xue turned a page of the PPT.

"In the phase II clinical trial, Nirvana No. 1 achieved a lesion clearance rate of 97% for patients with early and mid-stage cancer. For patients with advanced-stage cancer, the three-year survival rate increased by 62% when combined with existing surgical and radiotherapy methods."

The audience was silent for a few seconds.

A reporter put down his coffee cup and craned his neck forward.

Liu Xue turned to the last page.

That was a bar chart for comparison.

The left side shows data for traditional targeted drugs, while the right side shows data for "Nirvana No. 1".

The red pillar was almost twice as tall as the blue one.

"Simply put," Liu Xue said, looking at the audience, "early and middle stages can generally be cured. Even late stages, with the help of current medical techniques, can be completely cured."

The audience erupted in cheers.

A reporter stood up and raised his hand.

Pharmaceutical representatives started taking photos.

Someone took off their glasses and vigorously wiped the lenses.

The voices of discussion rose and fell.

"This effect is just too exaggerated..."

"If this is true, then early and mid-stage cancer will no longer be a terminal illness."

"Nirvana One? That's a really arrogant name, but if they really have the guts, they might deserve it."

"Liu's Pharmaceuticals almost suffered a financial collapse last year, and now they've come up with this kind of killer weapon?"

"Liu's Pharmaceuticals is about to take off."

"Take off? Just ascend to the heavens already."

The outermost edge of the crowd.

When Li Yichen heard the word "Nirvana," his eyebrows rose slightly.

Liu Xue must have chosen this name herself.

That's pretty arrogant.

But it fits that woman's style.

He glanced at the side of the stage again.

Liu Xiaoyu was holding a document, looking at the stage, standing ramrod straight.

Her eyes were a little red.

Li Yichen looked away.

Hands in pockets.

The initial investment of 1.5 billion yuan was a good one.

On the stage.

Liu Xue finished presenting the last set of data.

Turn off the microphone.

News cameras began flashing intensely.

Some people have already grabbed their phones and started making calls.

The editor-in-chief of a finance section whispered into the phone.

"Make sure to save the top headline for Liu's Pharmaceuticals! This company's market value is about to skyrocket!"

More and more people in the crowd took out their phones.

Pop-up messages on stock forums have started being pushed out.

"Liu's Pharmaceuticals' stock price hit the daily limit and was locked at the limit. There are currently 900 million buy orders at the limit. It is certain to be locked at the limit today, and the stock is expected to continue to rise with consecutive limit-up days."