Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 125: Bitcoin Operation

"System, how much is Bitcoin worth right now?"

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┏$0.50 per BTC┛

Darren nodded once. 'So a slight drop then. I wouldn't mind it dropping further, at least for now since I have no plans of selling any time soon.'

He got into an elevator and once he arrived at the next floor, he got out, adjusting his tie.

Greeting a few employees on his way, some of which were his own followers on CryptoTracker, he headed down a private corridor.

Then, with his exclusive key card, he walked past keycard-locked doors, before finally approaching the Operations Room.

This room was the heart of Steele Investments' most guarded project. The door hissed open, revealing a space that buzzed with very little noise and chatter, though the air of expectancy was strong.

There were ten custom rigs lining the walls, with ATI Radeon HD 5870 GPUs blinking red and green. Because the room was small and there were people sitting everywhere, seven fans roared on the ceiling like a distant storm, while air conditioners hummed silently as well.

Cables snaked neatly across metal racks, and there was this strong smell of brand new warm electronics. A whiteboard in the corner tallied outputs: Day 1: 0 BTC.

This room was a fortress, with a purpose known only to a select few.

Kara sat at a cluttered desk, her laptop open, her red hair pulled into a practical ponytail. She looked up, and a big bright smile spread on her cheeky face. "Morning, boss," she said, shutting her laptop with a snap. "They're all here, ready for you."

Darren nodded, scanning the room. Everyone's faces stared back— Kara's handpicked team of coders, sysadmins, and hardware geeks, their expressions a mix of curiosity and nervous energy.

Some fiddled with pens, others leaned forward, eyeing the rigs like kids with new toys. These were the minds he was going to bet on, the ones who'd turn his vision into reality.

He stepped to the center, hands in his pockets, his voice steady but warm. "Good morning, everyone. I'm Darren Steele, as you probably know — CEO of Steele Investments and, for this project, your Head of Operations. You've all met Kara, our Head of this department and your boss."

He gestured to her, and she gave a mock salute, drawing a few chuckles. "You're going to listen to everything she says because everything she says is backed up by me. Think of her as a prophet that I speak through as the god of this company. Nothing she says hasn't been authorized by me. Kara's the one keeping this ship from sinking, so listen to her when she talks."

Kara grinned, leaning against her desk, but her eyes were sharp, already sizing up the team's reactions.

Darren paced slowly, letting the hum of the rigs fill the pause. "You're here because you're the best. At least the best Kara could find. The best she knows. The best coders who can rewrite software in your sleep, techs who can make hardware sing. But you're not at home anymore, you're in this room, and this room? This is where we build the future."

Darren rested his hand on the first desk and darkened his eyes. "Welcome to the first ever Bitcoin Mining Operation."

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Everyone's eyes flashed with intrigue, with questions. They glanced at each other but their eyes always returned to Darren.

He stood straight once again and returned his hands in his pockets. "Those machines behind you aren't just computers. Those are Bitcoin miners."

He pointed to a rig, its GPUs glowing faintly. "Each one's running graphics cards— you must know Radeon 5870s, they are top of the line. They're solving math problems, very complex ones, to validate transactions on the Bitcoin network. Every time we crack one, we add a block to the chain and earn a reward. That reward is a Bitcoin. If we are perfect, we can pull in hundreds a day."

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A few eyes widened, and he caught a whisper. "Hundreds?"

But he pressed on. "Don't get too excited. Bitcoin is only 50 cents today. That's pocket change for now. But we're not here for quick cash. We're banking coins, building a reserve, because I believe— we believe — this tech's going to change the world. Think of it like planting seeds. Takes time, but the harvest will be worth it."

He glanced at Kara, who nodded subtly, her confidence bolstering his. "Here's how it works," he continued. "You'll run three shifts, round the clock, keeping these rigs humming. Eight of you per shift, two floaters for fixes. Your job's to monitor hash rates — that's how fast we're solving those puzzles — swap out any GPUs that fry, and tweak the software to squeeze out every last bit of speed. Kara's got the mining client dialed in, but if you've got ideas to make it faster, speak up. We're a team."

A lanky coder in the back raised a hand, his glasses glinting. "What about power? These GPUs suck juice like nobody's business."

Darren agreed, liking the kid's nerve. "Good question. We've got a flat-rate deal with the utility and that helps keep costs steady. But yeah, they run hot, so watch the temps. Fans are maxed out, air conditioning is here. If we need more cooling, we'll figure it out. Anything else?"

A woman with a buzzcut leaned forward. "Where's the Bitcoin going? Like, storage-wise?"

"You don't need to worry about that," Darren said, pointing at her. "But... we're not amateurs. Coins go straight to cold storage — offline, locked tight. Only Kara and I touch those wallets, and even then, it's double-checked. Security's non-negotiable. You focus on mining; we handle the vault."

He let that sink in, scanning their faces— eager, skeptical, curious.

He couldn't tell them about the system, about knowing Bitcoin would hit $30 next year, $1,000 in three, millions later. Maybe if he did, they would be even more enthusiastic.

However, he had to make do with what he had.

So, he leaned into conviction, the kind that didn't need explaining. "You must know that isn't just any job at this point," he said, his voice dropping, earnest now. "It's a chance to be part of something nobody else gets yet. Bitcoin's a speck today, but we're betting on it becoming a mountain. We have no competitors, so now you're not only employees, you're also pioneers. You're going to be the team of Bitcoin miners that made the currency what it is in the future. Stick with me, and you'll see where this goes."

Kara stepped forward, having a serious/playful tone. "Alright, let's get practical. Shift one, you're with me today— rig diagnostics, software walkthrough. Shift two, you're on tonight, monitoring outputs. Shift three, tomorrow morning. I've got manuals at my desk, but don't just read, you should ask questions too. We don't guess here; we know."

Darren clapped his hands once, breaking the tension. "That's it for now. Get to it, and welcome to the game."

The room stirred, techies splitting into groups, some drifting toward the rigs, and others turned on their computers.

Darren watched, his chest tight with something like pride. When Kara walked to him, he asked her; "You said there were twenty, I only counted nineteen."

She bit her lip. "Well that's because number twenty is kinda a problem. I knew you wouldn't want him here to hear the plan, so I told him to stay behind until you decide if he could join."

Darren narrowed his eyes. "Who's he?"

Kara squirmed. "I think you should see for yourself."

They left the Operations Room and entered the smaller room beside it. There, a young lanky guy wearing a gray beanie got up and his feet and turned to Darren.

Rico Evans.

"Hey, man. Said I'll see you around, right?"

Darren's eyes flashed red. "Son of a bi—"