Cultivation Shura Field

Chapter 33 033 The Sky of History

2023-09-06

Xu Zhe applied for a QQ number and wrote it down on a piece of paper. He then called Song Xingye, read out the number, and asked her to write it down as well.

Then I heard Song Xingye say: "Okay, if you have any problems in the future, we can discuss them on QQ."

Xu Zhe was a little confused: "Why do we have to use QQ to discuss the problem? There is so much time in school, why don't you just ask me in person?"

Song Xingye: "..."

After waiting for a few seconds without hearing any further news, Xu Zhe asked, "Hello? Are you still there?"

Song Xingye: "I just want to say that if there are questions that I forgot to ask in school, I can use QQ to tell you."

Xu Zhe: "Of course you can, but don't you take a break after school? If I were you, I would be able to use the computer as I please, and I would definitely concentrate on playing with it, and I wouldn't even think about the questions."

However, Song Xingye seemed to have found some loophole and immediately said, "That's not right. I heard Feifei say that you have a game console at home, but you don't play it yourself. You always bring it out for her to play."

Xu Zhe: "That's a PSP, it's different from a computer."

Song Xingye: "What's the difference? Don't lie to me, you must be secretly studying when no one is around, and then you can pretend to be like 'Oh, what's the point of learning these' in school, right?"

Xu Zhe: "You think too much..."

Song Xingye: "Don't try to lie to me, I see through it all. Okay, if I come to you next time, I will definitely ask about study. If you don't respond, it means you don't want me to catch up with you, and you just want to study secretly by yourself, right?"

Xu Zhe sighed, then couldn't help wanting to laugh.

Song Xingye's words were indeed a bit childish, and it was the kind of childishness that only belonged to good kids and good students.

"Okay, that's it. I'll add you as my friend now. Bye, good night!"

The girl said that and hung up.

Xu Zhe put down the phone, his forehead furrowed. He felt that this girl seemed to have some subtle misunderstanding of him. And he couldn't explain it. Explaining would only make things worse, making himself look like a scheming academic master.

Back in the bedroom, Xu Zhe took out his laptop and continued writing the English email.

[Dear Mr. Nakamoto, hello. I am very interested in the currency you conceived, and I am very happy to see that you have actually realized it. I understand that now is just the beginning of everything, and I am willing to be one of the thousands of practitioners. Although I am only a middle school student and my technical foundation may not be deep enough, I can do my best to learn...]

Xu Zhe certainly doesn’t have any special beliefs or feelings about Bitcoin, but since he wants to be a freeloader, he has to flatter and play the role of a little fan online.

What shocked Xu Zhe was that he received a reply just a dozen minutes after sending the email.

[Hello, young friend. I am glad that you have such a strong interest in Bitcoin. The value of a currency comes from people's consensus, so in my opinion, your recognition is precious. By chance, I have prepared a document to help potential enthusiasts, which can help you configure the environment for mining Bitcoin...]

Along with the email came a document that fully explained the entire set of specific procedures required to mine Bitcoin.

Of course, if you are a complete novice with no computer knowledge, this document is basically difficult to understand. But for Xu Zhe, this is completely enough.

Staring at the laptop screen, Xu Zhe couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to calm down his heart that was beating faster and faster in his chest... But think about it, the creator of Bitcoin actually replied to his email and sent him a step-by-step tutorial? How could he calm down?

A feeling of being involved in the historical process arises spontaneously.

Although the night was getting darker, he was getting more awake. Using his ordinary laptop, he followed the instructions to set up the mining configuration and started mining!

at last……

"It's done!"

Xu Zhe couldn't help but jump up.

The essence of mining is to solve math problems. It is like putting a banknote in the system. As long as you guess the number of the banknote according to the clues given by the system, you can get the money. In the extremely simple example here, Bitcoin can be understood as this banknote, and guessing the number is mining.

In the previous life, when this thing became popular, people from all over the world participated in the number guessing game, and it was very difficult to guess faster than others, basically to the point where ordinary people didn't even need to think about it. But now is the earliest stage of the birth, and the number of people participating in this game can be counted on both hands, so the difficulty is completely different.

Xu Zhe solved a block and got 50 bitcoins.

Based on his experience in his previous life, he knew that Bitcoin itself had never been hacked, but the Bitcoin trading platform had crashed more than once or twice, causing many people's Bitcoins to disappear. But the 50 coins he mined were different - they were not placed on the trading platform, not traded with anyone, just lying quietly in his personal account, without any risk.

The cost of these 50 bitcoins is negligible.

Nearly four years later, the country will ban it for the first time, prohibiting financial institutions from participating in the purchase and sale of Bitcoin. Before the ban came down, the price of Bitcoin had already risen to more than $50 per coin. In other words, if Bitcoins were sold at the high point, it would be worth to yuan in domestic currency!

Of course, what is even more exaggerated is that eight years later, one Bitcoin is worth nearly $50. If Xu Zhe holds Bitcoins and sells them eight years later, it will be more than seven million.

And because it is an anonymous transaction conducted over the Internet, except for the slight trouble of exchanging Bitcoin for US dollars and then for domestic currency, the whole process has basically no legal risks. For others, the biggest risk of playing Bitcoin is price fluctuations, but he is a reborn person.

It seems like there is no need to struggle anymore?

When Xu Zhe turned off his computer, he felt a little dazed. About the future, about wealth, many numbers were spinning in his mind, making him feel that everything in front of him was unreal.

He picked up three pieces of paper and stuck them on his laptop, under his desk, and on his bookshelf.

On the note was the private key of his Bitcoin account - anyone with this private key could log into his account and trade Bitcoin.

Xu Zhe was afraid that he might remember it wrong or forget it, so he simply copied it three times.

Then he lay down on the bed, but found that he couldn't fall asleep at all. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dawn outside the window.

The boy muttered to himself: "This broken thing really affects my normal life..."

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Disclaimer: The content of the novel does not constitute investment advice, and the author absolutely does not recommend buying or selling any kind of virtual currency - unless you are a reborn person who can predict the future and have a technical background sufficient to understand the underlying principles. Trading virtual currencies through any platform carries a huge risk of being ripped off.

No, it should be said that the stock market is where people are making money, while virtual currency is where people are making money directly.

Chapter 34 Reflection

2023-09-06

Xu Zhe's deskmate when he first entered school was Tao Ying.

Compared to top students like Xu Zhe and Song Xingye, Tao Ying's grades were naturally not as impressive, so it was impossible for her to sit in the second row like them. But coincidentally, after the latest rearrangement of seats, Tao Ying and Xu Zhe sat in the same vertical row, that is, in the same group.

Tao Ying is the team leader and is responsible for collecting homework every morning.

In the past, the last thing she needed to urge was Xu Zhe's homework. Others sometimes needed to borrow homework to copy, but Xu Zhe never did. In fact, it was not just him. The good students sitting in the first two rows of the classroom rarely did this.

After the short New Year's Day holiday, that morning, when half of the students in the class were busy borrowing other people's homework, Tao Ying had already stood up to collect the homework.

Based on her experience, she was the first to walk to Xu Zhe's desk and extended her hand.

Without saying anything, a complete set of homework for each subject should be handed to her...but today seems a little different.

Xu Zhe raised his head and looked at her, saying, "I didn't write it."

At that moment, Tao Ying almost thought she had misheard because the boy in front of her had such a calm expression, as if he was saying "It's a nice day today" or "I want to have ramen for lunch", without any panic.

She blinked: "What... do you mean?"

Xu Zhe: "I didn't write it, and I can't hand it in today. You can take someone else's."

Tao Ying was stunned for two seconds and asked, "Why?"

Xu Zhe smiled bitterly: "You know, my habit is to finish my homework before school is over. But holiday homework is assigned before the holiday, so I don't have time to do it in school."

"Then why didn't you do it when you got home?" Tao Ying looked puzzled. "Besides, you had no problems with your weekend homework before."

Xu Zhe: "Because I will also write in advance on Friday. Also, I have some things to do during the two or three days of New Year's Day..."

Tao Ying stared at his expression and guessed, "Are you addicted to games?"

“It shouldn’t be considered a game.”

Xu Zhe said this, but he was not very confident. Bitcoin will consume more and more electricity and energy in the future, creating a series of 0s and 1s, like a game that makes thousands of people fall into a dream.

Tao Ying could only walk back and collect other people's homework.

At this time, Song Xingye next to him asked, "Didn't you do your homework?"

Xu Zhe nodded.

The girl said with a confident look, "Have you finished all the textbooks for next semester? If you don't do your homework, it means you think that homework is meaningless to you, so you want to learn something else."

Xu Zhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There's no need to think like that..."

Song Xingye snorted and said, "Anyway, you definitely won't be addicted to games. I finally see that you are not that kind of person at all!"

"Don't be so confident..." Xu Zhe yawned, "You have to understand that nothing is impossible in this world."

Song Xingye still didn't believe it. But after a while, when everyone started the morning reading, she found that her deskmate had fallen asleep on the table!

Thinking back to how Xu Zhe looked like he hadn't gotten enough sleep just now, Song Xingye couldn't help but wonder secretly, could this guy really be addicted to something?

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Ms. Sun, the head teacher of Grade 7, is also in charge of the Chinese class. In the morning Chinese class, she stood on the podium holding a stack of blank composition paper and said:

"The final exam will be in a dozen days, and I hope you are all ready. However, in the last exam, the scores of our class's essays were not high. Before New Year's Day, I talked about the requirements for middle school essays, and everyone wrote two essays on New Year's Day. Practice should improve, so let's take a test today. In this class, everyone must write a 600-word essay on the future world. Do you understand?"

"I understand..." There were sparse responses from the audience below the podium.

The theme of this class composition test is to let students imagine what the future world will be like. The word count requirement is not less than 600 words, and it can be prose, argumentative, explanatory or descriptive, except poetry.

After explaining the topic and requirements, Teacher Sun distributed the composition papers.

When it was handed to Xu Zhe, Teacher Sun looked at him twice and said, "Did you not write those two articles?"

Xu Zhe raised his head: "What didn't you write?"

Teacher Sun: "Chinese homework."

Xu Zhe said apologetically: "I'm sorry, teacher. I will definitely do it next time."

Teacher Sun narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't talk about next time. If you don't finish writing this time, you have to make up the two missing articles tonight. Do you understand?"

Xu Zhe nodded and said, "I understand."

He understood that compared to other students, he was treated very well. If others did not hand in any homework on New Year's Day, according to the habit of the class teacher, they would definitely make up for it on the spot before being allowed to attend class, and they could not stay in their seats.

Stand in the classroom office, lie on the windowsill and write. You are allowed to go back to the classroom only after you finish the homework you should hand in. This is the normal way to deal with students in the class who don’t hand in their homework.

As long as Xu Zhe finishes writing the article in front of him, he won't need to make up for it. Except for top students like Xu Zhe and Song Xingye, others can't even dream of this. But a good kid like Song Xingye never needs this kind of treatment.

After receiving the composition paper, every student in the class began to think hard.

Xu Zhe was no exception. He certainly didn't want to finish two more essays that night, so it would be best if he finished this one right away, so that no one could find fault with it.

At this time, Teacher Sun returned to the podium and urged: "Everyone, start writing. Don't just stand there. You don't have much time to think about your thoughts in the exam room."

Song Xingye sighed softly: "Why is it this kind of question..."

Then, she heard the rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other. She turned her head and saw Xu Zhe had already started writing.

Song Xingye wanted to ask Xu Zhe how he could come up with the idea so quickly and what he was writing about, but her consciousness as a good student made her keep her mouth shut.

Of course Xu Zhe couldn't care about others.

The theme of the composition is to anticipate the future world, which may be a fantasy to others, but what he touched when he stayed up late last night is part of the future.

He wants to write a dystopian micro-novel filled with virtual currency.

During the first few classes this morning, Xu Zhe was basically in a trance due to lack of sleep. Fortunately, he was a top student, so no teacher bothered him.

Now that he has recovered his spirits, he has begun to reflect on himself.

Bitcoin should only be a guarantee, and you shouldn’t say that you don’t need to work hard if you have it. Now that you know the future trend, you should really soar, instead of just lying down and sleeping with Bitcoin.

And this kind of reflection expanded, and he thought about the future virtual currency market that would jump up and down...

Of course Xu Zhe wants to make money from this thing, but it does not hinder his rational thinking.

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Chapter 35 035 New Earth

2023-09-06

[I stood in the mining room and saw that the large floor area of ​​200 to 300 square meters was filled with computer boxes. They were as neatly arranged as the bookshelves in a library, but they were much denser than in a library. Countless small lights were flashing, indicating that complex calculations were being performed inside...]

[I am very glad to be able to work in this mine. The current economic situation is like this, everything is inferior except mining. If you can't enter the industry related to virtual currency, it means being exploited, and working 996 can barely fill your stomach. As long as you can get a job in the mine, you can buy a car and a house in less than two years...]

[The virtual currency rose again yesterday, and my income also rose. Of course, everything has a price, it just depends on whether you are the one who enjoys the price, the one who pays the price, or the price itself. On the way home from get off work, I saw a homeless man lying on the side of the road, looking at me with hatred. Fortunately, the service positions we need in our daily lives have long been automated, and even takeaways are delivered by drones. Otherwise, I am really worried that the takeaway man with hatred will spit in my lunch box...]

【This coin price tsunami buried the mine where I worked. I sat at the door of the closed mine and watched my boss being carried out. He still wanted to struggle, but how could humans resist armed robots? Now that I think about it, this coin price tsunami is a disaster for small mines, but it is a good opportunity for big mines to eat small fish. Those big mines have a higher degree of automation, require fewer engineers, and have lower operating costs... Can I still find a job in the future? 】

Xu Zhe wrote faster than other students this time, but he still managed to hand it in before the bell rang. Because he wrote more than 600 or 700 words, more than 1,000 words, and the composition paper was filled to the brim.