The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

"Beep beep beep—"

Chen Zhi stared at the frantically bouncing penguin avatar in the bottom right corner of the screen, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face. He opened the chat window; the other person's username was "Crazy, Cool, and Awesome."

[Cool, Awesome, and Superb: Dude, you there? I tried the trial version, and the efficiency is amazing! How much is it per month? I want to be an agent!]

[Cool, Awesome, and Incredible: Say something! Don't play dead! If you can reliably prevent bans, the price is negotiable!]

Chen Zhi didn't reply immediately.

He leaned back in his chair and pulled a lollipop from the drawer.

The sweet taste melted on the tip of my tongue, slightly relieving the fatigue after my brain had been working at high intensity.

That's the allure of information asymmetry.

In 2024, these rudimentary macro scripts wouldn't even catch a chicken; they'd be detected by game companies' anti-cheat systems in no time and get banned for ten years. But in 2010, this thing was a game-changer, a fast track to financial freedom.

He deliberately added a layer of random delay and simulated mouse trajectory to the code, which is equivalent to putting an invisibility cloak on the script in the face of the anti-cheat mechanisms of this era.

Chen Zhi slowly typed out a line of text.

[Deep Blue Savior: We don't sell monthly subscriptions, only source code and exclusive usage rights. A fixed price of 3,000.]

The other side remained silent.

Chen Zhi was not in a hurry.

He was well aware of the game's money-making potential, and even more so of the studio owners' keen sense of opportunity. For them, three thousand yuan was practically a steal for a tool that could run dozens of machines day and night to produce gold coins.

Even if they can only use it for a month, they can still double their earnings.

Sure enough, less than two minutes later, the reply came from the other side.

[Cool, Awesome, and Incredible: Three thousand? Why don't you just rob someone? One thousand at most!]

Chen Zhi chuckled lightly, his fingers flying across the keyboard, typing out a string of words that was enough to shatter the other party's psychological defenses.

[Deep Blue Savior: Brother, let's be frank. The current gold-to-silver ratio is 1:20. One machine can earn about 300 million gold per day by maxing out your fatigue points, which is about 15 yuan. If you have ten machines, that's 150 yuan. As long as the script runs for 20 days, you'll break even. And that doesn't even include the equipment and materials that drop. I'm only offering this price because you replied quickly. If you keep haggling, I'll find someone else. There are quite a few people on this forum eyeing this opportunity.]

send.

This is a typical negotiation technique.

Present data, talk about benefits, and create a sense of urgency.

Silence fell on the other end again.

Chen Zhi didn't urge him. He switched windows and looked at the "Flowing Star Meteor Blade" and several top-quality equipment he had listed on 5173.

The page views have already exceeded 100, and several people have left comments trying to negotiate a lower price.

[Boss, are you willing to sell for 1500? Seriously interested.]

[I'm a student, can you give me a discount?]

Chen Zhi ignored them all.

Good products will sell well.

"Zhizhi? Still not asleep?"

Zhang Guifang's voice suddenly came from outside the door, startling Chen Zhi so much that he almost closed the webpage.

"Ah... I'm going to sleep right away! I'm... I'm looking up some... math olympiad materials!"

Chen Zhi quickly grabbed a workbook to cover the keyboard and turned off the monitor.

The door lock turned, and Zhang Guifang pushed the door open and came in, carrying a cup of hot milk.

She glanced at the dark screen, then at Chen Zhi, who was sitting upright and holding a pen upside down, and frowned suspiciously.

"So diligent? I used to make you do homework like you were slaughtering a pig."

Zhang Guifang placed the milk on the table, her gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the computer case. "Play on the computer less. That thing emits radiation, which is bad for your brain. If I see you up past midnight again, I'll unplug the internet cable."

"Okay, Mom, I'll go to sleep after I finish my milk."

Chen Zhi was as obedient as a quail, holding the milk cup with both hands and gulping down a big mouthful.

The warm milk slid down my esophagus into my stomach, feeling cozy and comforting.

Looking at her son, Zhang Guifang's stern expression softened, and she reached out to tidy his hair that was sticking up in his sleep: "Alright, get some rest. You've looked pretty tired these past few days, don't push yourself too hard."

After saying that, she turned around, closed the door, and left.

Looking at the closed door, Chen Zhi felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

If his mom knew he'd just emptied the family savings to buy Bitcoin, she'd probably throw this glass of milk in his face.

Just then, although the black screen showed no image, a "beep beep beep" sound came from the connected speaker.

Chen Zhi quickly turned on the monitor.

[Cool, Awesome, and Spectacular: Okay! Three thousand it is! But I have one condition: it must be a secured transaction! And you have to teach me how to configure it!]

It became.

Chen Zhi clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

[Deep Blue Savior: No problem. I've packaged the tutorial in a file; it's guaranteed to teach you everything.]

For the next half hour, Chen Zhi acted like a patient customer service representative, guiding the other party through the transaction process and sending over the software and source code.

Only when he saw the extra 3000 yuan in his online banking account did he finally let out a long sigh of relief and slump into his chair.

This money was hard-earned.

Chen Zhi withdrew the three thousand yuan into his China Construction Bank card—he had asked his uncle Zhang Jianguo to do it for him, and he also got the U-shield sorted out.

Since his last purchase of Bitcoin, he has come to understand the importance of having his own bank card.

If I go to my own mother, she definitely won't agree.

It was already 2 a.m. when I finished all this.

The streets outside the window were quiet, with only the occasional taxi leaving a streak of light on the asphalt road.

Chen Zhi was wide awake.

He stood by the window, looking at the familiar city.

The next morning, Chen Zhi woke up with dark circles under his eyes and was severely mocked by Zhang Guifang for "overworking."

He didn't refute it, just chuckled foolishly, and even offered to go downstairs to buy fried dough sticks and soy milk.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, I bumped into a pink figure.

Lin Wanwan, leading her husky named Xiaobai, was about to "commit her crime" by the flower bed.

The puppy squatted on the ground, straining with a serious expression, while Lin Wanwan held a tissue in her hand, staring nervously at the dog's rear end, as if performing some sacred ritual.

This scene is absolutely hilarious.

Chen Zhi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lin Wanwan was startled, and the puppy was also startled, interrupting its spellcasting and turning around to bark twice at Chen Zhi.

"Chen Zhi! You did this on purpose!"

Lin Wanwan stomped her foot in exasperation, still clutching the wad of tissue in her hand. "Xiaobai finally managed to feel something!"

"Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't help it."

Chen Zhi walked over, squatted down, and met the gaze of the little husky whose spellcasting had been interrupted. "What's wrong? Constipated? Do you want your brother to buy you some suppositories?"

"abnormal!"

Lin Wanwan blushed and cursed, tugging at the dog leash, "Let's go, Xiaobai, stay away from this weird uncle."

"Hey, don't go!"

Chen Zhi grabbed the dog leash and pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, waving it in front of Lin Wanwan. "The little pudding, cola, and... KFC I promised you last night?"

The red banknotes gleamed in the morning light.

Lin Wanwan stopped in her tracks instantly.

She turned around, her big eyes scanning back and forth between the banknote and Chen Zhi's face, her expression full of disbelief.

"You...you found money?"

She knew that Chen Zhi's allowance was strictly controlled, only ten yuan a week, which was still a huge sum.

One hundred yuan is a sum you only see during the Chinese New Year.

I guess so.

Chen Zhi stuffed the money into her hand, his smile somewhat enigmatic, "Come on, I'll take you to splurge."

"But... Xiaobai hasn't finished pooping yet..."

Lin Wanwan hesitated, looking at the money in her hand and then at the dog on the ground.

"Let it hold it in."

Chen Zhi waved his hand domineeringly, took the dog leash directly from Lin Wanwan's hand, and naturally took Lin Wanwan's small hand with his other hand, "What's the point of taking a dump compared to eating KFC?"

Lin Wanwan's little hands were soft, and her palms were a little damp.

When Chen Zhi pulled her like that, she flinched as if she had been electrocuted, but she didn't break free; her ears just turned a little red.

"Then... I want to try the new Tender Beef Wrap."

"purchase."

"I'd also like large fries."

"purchase."

"I also want a sundae, strawberry flavor."

"Buy, buy, buy! Buy it all!"

The morning sunlight cast long shadows of the two small figures, with a husky bouncing happily between them.

Chen Zhi was holding Lin Wanwan's leash, Lin Wanwan was holding the dog's leash, and the dog was holding... well, the dog wasn't being led by anyone; it was just happily nudging the roadside trash can with its nose.

At this moment, Chen Zhi felt that even without those 20,000 Bitcoins, life seemed pretty good.