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Chapter 82 The Chaos Offline

"Mr. Bai, no matter what, I must express my sincere gratitude to you."

At the banquet on the third floor, Hawking held a wine glass in his hand and said with deep gratitude, "I thought I would never be able to stand up again in this life. You have given me a second life. I must toast you no matter what."

"Stephen Hawking stood up and toasted me... How could I have such a dream?"

Bai Ye shook his head somewhat absurdly, then picked up a bottle of cola from the side and poured himself a glass: "I don't like drinking alcohol, so I'll use this instead."

As he spoke, Bai Ye picked up the glass filled with cola and gestured towards it gently, then took a small sip, while Hawking downed his drink in one gulp.

After dealing with Hawking, everyone at the banquet took turns trying to chat with Bai Ye.

"Kid, why didn't you tell me about internal energy earlier?" Ross leaned closer and said, "You'll have time to come out and have dinner with me tonight, right?"

"No, I'm going to the movies with my girlfriend tonight too," Bai Ye said with a smile.

"Damn it, this is the fourth or fifth time already. You wait, I didn't bring my daughter today, otherwise you would definitely have agreed," Ross said with a frustrated look.

"Haha, we'll see then," Bai Ye said dismissively with a laugh, glancing at Professor X who was pushing his wheelchair up. "How did you feel about today's book signing?"

"You will usher in a new era," Professor X said, somewhat moved.

"Did I usher in an era?" Bai Ye replied noncommittally, "Perhaps my very existence represents an era."

Professor X's gaze was fixed on Bai Ye; at that moment, he truly saw in Bai Ye the hope for reconciliation between mutants and humans.

Just then, an elderly man in his eighties, his face full of wrinkles, approached with a cane and said, "Mr. Bai, may I bother you for a moment?"

"Oh, is there a problem, Mr. Theoff?" Bai Ye asked, recognizing the old man as one of the top 100 richest people in the world.

"As you know, I'm not long for this world, and I might leave this world tomorrow," Theoff said, feigning misery despite his advanced age. "Your internal energy is so incredibly effective that I need someone to transfer it to me as soon as possible in order to survive."

"You said before that the internal energy carrier who was passed on to Hawking still had four hundred years of true energy in his body. Could you please give me one hundred years of it first? Please, I'm willing to pay for it," Theoff pleaded.

Theoff's words struck a chord with many people. No one knows whether tomorrow or death will come first, and in order to cope with the risks, it is best to acquire internal energy as early as possible.

"Is that so?" Bai Ye looked troubled. "I personally have no interest in money. You should talk to Wilson. He's the one handling all matters related to internal energy."

"Thank you for letting me know. I'll go find Mr. Wilson right away." After saying that, Theoff immediately walked towards Kingpin, taking away a large group of people who wanted to obtain internal energy from White Night.

Watching those people leave, Bai Ye knew that Kingpin had definitely made a fortune tonight.

Internal energy may become saturated in the future, but in the first ten or twenty years, it will be an extremely scarce resource because not everyone is willing to sell their internal energy.

In the supply and demand relationship of a free market, if there is a certain resource necessary for survival that is only enough for 99% of the population, then the price of that resource will soon inflate to the point that the bottom 1% of the population can no longer afford it.

Even if it eventually becomes saturated and internal energy becomes as commonplace as mobile phones and computers, he, as the creator of internal energy, can still become a figure recorded in textbooks.

The desires of countless people throughout history to be remembered in history and to be as wealthy as a nation were achieved by Bai Ye in just one night.

But this was far from enough for Bai Ye; his desires went far beyond that, he wanted everything.

The shadow cast by his parents' death and the sense of crisis he felt while working for Uncle Li in the underworld left a deep mark on Bai Ye's heart.

At that time, he made up his mind that he would live a good life, even if it meant stealing, cheating, or robbing, and continuing to enjoy himself at the expense of others.

Even though everything is getting better now, the mark will not disappear with healing; instead, it will leave a conspicuous scar that reminds him of his painful past experiences.

To leave a mark on history?

Why can't he just live forever and become a living legend in this world to write history?

As for being richer than a country?

In the face of absolute power, money is nothing but a pile of waste paper. He hopes that one day, when he wants something, it will be offered to him directly by someone else.

His goal is to do whatever he wants, with money, power, women, and even the lives of others all under his control.

Just like his response to Professor X?

Should inner strength become the theme of the new era?

No, there is only one theme in this new era, and that is him, Bai Ye!

Internal strength is merely an insignificant footnote to the beginning of this new era.

By the time modern society takes 20 years to digest the new changes that have emerged from internal energy, Bai Ye will have long since reached some unknown realm.

While chatting happily with the people around him who were trying to build a relationship, Bai Ye set a goal in his mind.

"I will become the god of the new world!"

Uncle Li never knew, until his death, what kind of impact his past actions would have on this monster named White Night.

……

While Bai Ye was enjoying himself at the party, a large crowd of people who had watched the live stream had already packed the bookstores.

"Boss, give me a set of 'Everyone Can Practice,' quick, quick!"

"I was here first, sell to me first!"

"I've already paid, when are you going to give me the book? Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Hey, stop pushing! Can't we just do it in order?"

"Urgent!"

"You're right, but 'Everyone Has Skills to Practice' is a book written independently by Bai Ye. The content of the book is..."

……

The scene was in complete chaos. They couldn't help but panic. Inner strength was money. Didn't Bai Ye say during the live stream that even a wisp of inner strength could be sold for at least $100? Every day wasted was throwing money away.

The thought of not being able to read "Everyone Has the Skill" today made them feel as uncomfortable as if ants were crawling all over them.

Inside the bookstore, the owner secretly kept a few books for himself before calmly saying, "Come one by one, don't push, don't push. I only have fifty books in stock, and I can't give them all to so many of you."

"Bang!"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, a black man raised his handgun and fired a shot at the ceiling.

Amidst the terrified stares of those around him, he pointed the dark gun at the bookstore owner and threatened, "Now, give me one of the books you're holding, or you'll be in for a world of hurt."

A minute later, watching the Black man leave satisfied with his book, the atmosphere quickly became lively again.

The bookstore owner, after cursing his bad luck, continued selling books to the people in line.

(End of this chapter)