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Episode 13 of 'Rebirth: A New Life in the Cryptocurrency World' - 'The Internet Cafe Mining Incident Shocks National Security'
When Zhang Lei's Orc Warrior raised his battle axe, the mining machines in the internet cafe suddenly roared with a frenzied intensity —
The gold exchange rate in 'World of Warcraft' was altered by Lin Feng to reflect the real-time Bitcoin rate,
causing a collective uprising among all players in the server,
those who wanted to buy Frostmourne ended up becoming 'Frosted Leeks'.
"Comrade, there's a problem with your private server."
The national security agent whispered, pointing at the Bitcoin mining pool on the screen,
yet his instant noodle fork continued to click the transaction button without hesitation.
Lin Feng took the opportunity to hide the private key inside the Silver Hand Hammer dropped by the BOSS,
until Chu Yunting's esports team arrived —
their moves were as precise as a quantitative trading program,
yet they were defeated by an absurd setting:
with every kill of Lin Feng's character, 0.01$BTC would be automatically donated to a charity wallet.
The team members stared at the #BTC flowing out of their accounts in disbelief:
"Which trader is causing this chaos!"
The most ironic part was that the case report stated:
"No illegal activities were found, but player Bitcoin donations exceeded the annual poverty alleviation targets."
In the end, the 'evidence' taken by national security
turned out to be a mask worn by Zhang Lei, featuring a comic of Satoshi Nakamoto,
but inside the mask hid the tattoo of the future king of the mining fields.
Lin Feng stood aside, sneering.
"In this game, I am the winner." #小说
When Zhang Lei's Orc Warrior raised his battle axe, the mining machines in the internet cafe suddenly roared with a frenzied intensity —
The gold exchange rate in 'World of Warcraft' was altered by Lin Feng to reflect the real-time Bitcoin rate,
causing a collective uprising among all players in the server,
those who wanted to buy Frostmourne ended up becoming 'Frosted Leeks'.
"Comrade, there's a problem with your private server."
The national security agent whispered, pointing at the Bitcoin mining pool on the screen,
yet his instant noodle fork continued to click the transaction button without hesitation.
Lin Feng took the opportunity to hide the private key inside the Silver Hand Hammer dropped by the BOSS,
until Chu Yunting's esports team arrived —
their moves were as precise as a quantitative trading program,
yet they were defeated by an absurd setting:
with every kill of Lin Feng's character, 0.01$BTC would be automatically donated to a charity wallet.
The team members stared at the #BTC flowing out of their accounts in disbelief:
"Which trader is causing this chaos!"
The most ironic part was that the case report stated:
"No illegal activities were found, but player Bitcoin donations exceeded the annual poverty alleviation targets."
In the end, the 'evidence' taken by national security
turned out to be a mask worn by Zhang Lei, featuring a comic of Satoshi Nakamoto,
but inside the mask hid the tattoo of the future king of the mining fields.
Lin Feng stood aside, sneering.
"In this game, I am the winner." #小说
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Chapter 2 of "Reborn in the Cryptocurrency Circle" - College Entrance Examination Essay for Private Key
Chu Yunting's leather shoes are worth 3,800, equivalent to the 800 $BTC that Lin Feng lost in his previous life.
But at this moment, Lin Feng is more pained by that piece of chalk—inside it hides the login key to Satoshi Nakamoto's early forum.
On the podium, the teacher writes down the college entrance examination essay topic from back then:
"If Memories Could Be Transplanted"
Lin Feng scoffs.
Memory transplantation? By 2025, that thing had already been written into the core paper of the blockchain neural storage protocol.
In the classroom, the sound of pens scraping across paper fills the air. Lin Feng's fingers lightly tap the table, his gaze falling on that slightly yellowed piece of chalk in the box. He knows that it's not an ordinary piece of chalk, but a key.
A key that can unlock the flood of wealth #比特币 in the future!
He reaches for the chalk and slowly writes two words on the blackboard:
"Computing Power"
The harsh scratching sound reverberates in the classroom, and in the back row, Su Tingting suddenly sits up straight, her eyes behind the lenses reflecting the flickering hexadecimal code.
A second later, Chu Yunting tears up his essay paper.
The scraps fall like snowflakes, and Lin Feng's mouth curves up slightly—
He has already calculated everything.
On that essay paper, the different parts of the private key are hidden—
The English class representative in a plaid skirt will pick up the first eight digits;
The physics class representative with thick glasses has the middle twelve digits hidden in his pocket;
The ballpoint pen in Su Tingting's hand is tapping out the last four digits of Morse code on the table in rhythm with her pen spinning.
"Exchanging a college entrance examination essay for Bitcoin, this exchange rate is even more stimulating than central bank control." Lin Feng chuckles softly, casually stuffing the "Wusan" exercise book into his backpack.
But the QR code on the cover of this book does not scan to an answer.
Instead, it reveals a cold wallet address worth hundreds of millions in ten years.
The cicadas outside suddenly go silent.
Lin Feng's peripheral vision sweeps towards Chu Yunting, only to see the badge on his chest faintly flickering, emitting a crimson light.
That is clearly—
An error message from the core Bitcoin code!
Lin Feng's expression turns cold, his heart racing—this game has only just begun! #小说
Chu Yunting's leather shoes are worth 3,800, equivalent to the 800 $BTC that Lin Feng lost in his previous life.
But at this moment, Lin Feng is more pained by that piece of chalk—inside it hides the login key to Satoshi Nakamoto's early forum.
On the podium, the teacher writes down the college entrance examination essay topic from back then:
"If Memories Could Be Transplanted"
Lin Feng scoffs.
Memory transplantation? By 2025, that thing had already been written into the core paper of the blockchain neural storage protocol.
In the classroom, the sound of pens scraping across paper fills the air. Lin Feng's fingers lightly tap the table, his gaze falling on that slightly yellowed piece of chalk in the box. He knows that it's not an ordinary piece of chalk, but a key.
A key that can unlock the flood of wealth #比特币 in the future!
He reaches for the chalk and slowly writes two words on the blackboard:
"Computing Power"
The harsh scratching sound reverberates in the classroom, and in the back row, Su Tingting suddenly sits up straight, her eyes behind the lenses reflecting the flickering hexadecimal code.
A second later, Chu Yunting tears up his essay paper.
The scraps fall like snowflakes, and Lin Feng's mouth curves up slightly—
He has already calculated everything.
On that essay paper, the different parts of the private key are hidden—
The English class representative in a plaid skirt will pick up the first eight digits;
The physics class representative with thick glasses has the middle twelve digits hidden in his pocket;
The ballpoint pen in Su Tingting's hand is tapping out the last four digits of Morse code on the table in rhythm with her pen spinning.
"Exchanging a college entrance examination essay for Bitcoin, this exchange rate is even more stimulating than central bank control." Lin Feng chuckles softly, casually stuffing the "Wusan" exercise book into his backpack.
But the QR code on the cover of this book does not scan to an answer.
Instead, it reveals a cold wallet address worth hundreds of millions in ten years.
The cicadas outside suddenly go silent.
Lin Feng's peripheral vision sweeps towards Chu Yunting, only to see the badge on his chest faintly flickering, emitting a crimson light.
That is clearly—
An error message from the core Bitcoin code!
Lin Feng's expression turns cold, his heart racing—this game has only just begun! #小说
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Rebirth——I Work as a Dog at Binance
Chapter One: The Slacker Customer Service Life
December 2024, Binance Customer Service Department Office.
"Li Xiaochuang! Is this how you respond to customers? When they ask about USDT, you just send them an emoji?!"
Department manager Zhang Peng was furious, slamming the table and glaring at Li Xiaochuang sitting in the corner. He held a stack of complaint forms, shaking them as if he would smash them against the wall.
Li Xiaochuang half-lay on his workstation, looking down as he munched on potato chips, his face displaying an expression of 'there’s no hope in this life anyway'. He slowly swallowed a chip and lazily smiled, "Brother Peng, I’m just trying to alleviate the customers' anxiety, you know? Emojis are more relatable, convenient, and friendly."
December 2024, Binance Customer Service Department Office.
"Li Xiaochuang! Is this how you respond to customers? When they ask about USDT, you just send them an emoji?!"
Department manager Zhang Peng was furious, slamming the table and glaring at Li Xiaochuang sitting in the corner. He held a stack of complaint forms, shaking them as if he would smash them against the wall.
Li Xiaochuang half-lay on his workstation, looking down as he munched on potato chips, his face displaying an expression of 'there’s no hope in this life anyway'. He slowly swallowed a chip and lazily smiled, "Brother Peng, I’m just trying to alleviate the customers' anxiety, you know? Emojis are more relatable, convenient, and friendly."
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Chapter 7 of "Reborn into the Cryptocurrency World: The New Life" "The Million Wallet in the MP4"
Chu Yunting could never understand——
Why did Lin Feng hide a private key worth over a hundred million in the theme song of "Huluwa"?!
"Smash it!"
The little thug raised a brick and smashed it hard against Lin Feng's MP4!
Bang!
The MP4 exploded, the SD card flew out like a precision-guided bullet——
Thud!
——Landing into the principal's wig.
“Ah——”
The Mediterranean old principal shuddered, his face changing color!
His hearing aid was actually a hardware wallet?!
At the same time, Su Tingting entered the broadcast station, connecting the amplifier——
The moment she pressed the play button, every Nokia in the school rang with "Above the Moon"!
Each ringtone was a broadcast signal of UTXO unspent transactions!
The most ridiculous was the cafeteria uncle.
The MP3 he used to listen to "Great Compassion Mantra" surprisingly generated a mnemonic phrase!
Twenty-four Sanskrit characters perfectly matched the Bitcoin genesis address!
Lin Feng stood on the playground, watching the entire campus descend into chaos interwoven with technology and mysticism, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This scene was even more magical than the cryptocurrency summit ten years later.
The principal, with his smoking wig, announced to the shocked eyes of all the teachers and students——
"All classes are suspended for rectification!"
However, he did not know——
The most valuable thing was hidden in the MP4 repair parts at the lost and found. #小说
Chu Yunting could never understand——
Why did Lin Feng hide a private key worth over a hundred million in the theme song of "Huluwa"?!
"Smash it!"
The little thug raised a brick and smashed it hard against Lin Feng's MP4!
Bang!
The MP4 exploded, the SD card flew out like a precision-guided bullet——
Thud!
——Landing into the principal's wig.
“Ah——”
The Mediterranean old principal shuddered, his face changing color!
His hearing aid was actually a hardware wallet?!
At the same time, Su Tingting entered the broadcast station, connecting the amplifier——
The moment she pressed the play button, every Nokia in the school rang with "Above the Moon"!
Each ringtone was a broadcast signal of UTXO unspent transactions!
The most ridiculous was the cafeteria uncle.
The MP3 he used to listen to "Great Compassion Mantra" surprisingly generated a mnemonic phrase!
Twenty-four Sanskrit characters perfectly matched the Bitcoin genesis address!
Lin Feng stood on the playground, watching the entire campus descend into chaos interwoven with technology and mysticism, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This scene was even more magical than the cryptocurrency summit ten years later.
The principal, with his smoking wig, announced to the shocked eyes of all the teachers and students——
"All classes are suspended for rectification!"
However, he did not know——
The most valuable thing was hidden in the MP4 repair parts at the lost and found. #小说
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Chapter 19 of 'Rebirth in the Cryptocurrency World: Quantum Heist of the Interstellar Mine Pool'
As Su Tingting's fingertips erupted with plasma sparks like solar flares,
Lin Feng was crouching in the corner of the cafeteria, secretly taking a sip of quantum spicy soup.
No one expected that the alien miners who traversed the wormhole,
would encounter the strongest defense system on Earth,
which was——
A cast iron pot that had been used for thirty years.
“Bang!”
The iron pot boiled as the cafeteria lady scooped a spoonful of years-old grease into the pot,
precisely catching the data entry point of the alien quantum mining protocol.
“Watch closely!” Lin Feng shouted,
“This is called——Byzantine Kitchen Algorithm!”
Without hesitation, he threw the principal's wedding ring into the soup pot.
In an instant, the pot erupted, and the alien mining system collectively crashed.
The diamond on the wedding ring was no ordinary gem,
but a fragment of a Dyson sphere left on Earth by Satoshi Nakamoto,
which at this moment reflected the entire distribution map of the Orion arm's mine pool in the lamb offal soup!
Meanwhile, Su Tingting's dark web persona screamed in the flare,
her every strand of hair linked to different dimensional Bitcoin white papers.
She was not human,
she was a multichain entity generated by the intertwining of the Bitcoin protocol and the cosmic will.
The negotiation scene was the most absurd.
The Trisolaran representative descended onto the rooftop of the teaching building,
sending an interstellar contract via gravitational waves:
“Exchange all of Earth's oceanic water bodies for rights to share galactic computing power.”
Lin Feng coughed while sipping the spicy soup,
then walked up to the blackboard and wrote a line:
“1 $BTC = 10,000 tons of seawater.”
The Trisolaran representative hesitated, the logic system attempted to analyze the pricing.
At that moment, Lin Feng blew a handful of chalk dust—
The dust floated into the core lattice of the alien proton circuit.
In that instant——
Protons trembled, the core collapsed.
It turned out that the chalk dust was a logic bomb hidden by Satoshi Nakamoto back in 1973.
Written paradox + price meme algorithm,
pierced through the consensus protocol of Trisolaran civilization.
A quantum storm swept through the classroom, the sky tore apart, and the mine pool space collapsed.
Su Tingting gathered her hair, standing like a goddess,
behind her was a string of interstellar chains constantly refreshing the block height.
Lin Feng calmly finished the last sip of soup and smacked his lips, saying:
“This pot is worth a galaxy.”#小说
As Su Tingting's fingertips erupted with plasma sparks like solar flares,
Lin Feng was crouching in the corner of the cafeteria, secretly taking a sip of quantum spicy soup.
No one expected that the alien miners who traversed the wormhole,
would encounter the strongest defense system on Earth,
which was——
A cast iron pot that had been used for thirty years.
“Bang!”
The iron pot boiled as the cafeteria lady scooped a spoonful of years-old grease into the pot,
precisely catching the data entry point of the alien quantum mining protocol.
“Watch closely!” Lin Feng shouted,
“This is called——Byzantine Kitchen Algorithm!”
Without hesitation, he threw the principal's wedding ring into the soup pot.
In an instant, the pot erupted, and the alien mining system collectively crashed.
The diamond on the wedding ring was no ordinary gem,
but a fragment of a Dyson sphere left on Earth by Satoshi Nakamoto,
which at this moment reflected the entire distribution map of the Orion arm's mine pool in the lamb offal soup!
Meanwhile, Su Tingting's dark web persona screamed in the flare,
her every strand of hair linked to different dimensional Bitcoin white papers.
She was not human,
she was a multichain entity generated by the intertwining of the Bitcoin protocol and the cosmic will.
The negotiation scene was the most absurd.
The Trisolaran representative descended onto the rooftop of the teaching building,
sending an interstellar contract via gravitational waves:
“Exchange all of Earth's oceanic water bodies for rights to share galactic computing power.”
Lin Feng coughed while sipping the spicy soup,
then walked up to the blackboard and wrote a line:
“1 $BTC = 10,000 tons of seawater.”
The Trisolaran representative hesitated, the logic system attempted to analyze the pricing.
At that moment, Lin Feng blew a handful of chalk dust—
The dust floated into the core lattice of the alien proton circuit.
In that instant——
Protons trembled, the core collapsed.
It turned out that the chalk dust was a logic bomb hidden by Satoshi Nakamoto back in 1973.
Written paradox + price meme algorithm,
pierced through the consensus protocol of Trisolaran civilization.
A quantum storm swept through the classroom, the sky tore apart, and the mine pool space collapsed.
Su Tingting gathered her hair, standing like a goddess,
behind her was a string of interstellar chains constantly refreshing the block height.
Lin Feng calmly finished the last sip of soup and smacked his lips, saying:
“This pot is worth a galaxy.”#小说
Chapter 18 of "Rebirth: A New Life in the Cryptocurrency Circle" - "Reborn Number 89757"
The bone-chopping knife stopped 0.01 millimeters from Lin Feng's throat.
The uncle in the cafeteria raised his hand but did not fall, yet the ice crystals on the frozen meat refracted the past and present of eight hundred reborn individuals.
They were once students, scientists, spies, and even bankrupt Bitcoin billionaires —
On each corpse's temple, the crystal mining machine was still slowly operating.
"So it turns out... each reborn individual is a living node."
Their memories are the eternal fuel for the mining machines,
hidden by Satoshi Nakamoto in the underlying protocol of time.
"Your mother is Number 00000."
The uncle whispered, and the barcode on his striped work clothes suddenly spewed out a high-speed data stream,
which pierced Lin Feng's brain like an arrow, bringing intense pain along with the truth —
The "first rebirth" in 2008 was never an accident.
It was a massive chain reaction initiated by Satoshi Nakamoto to resurrect a lover named "Qingyin."
Every soul involved in the "rebirth" was a rehearsal of a consensus mechanism.
"You are Number 89757, the final verifier."
The quantum clock hummed in the laboratory, jumping to the "moment of creation."
At this moment, Su Tingting's wedding ring began to burn her skin!
In that platinum circle, surprisingly, hid an antimatter key — once unlocked, it could annihilate the entire timeline.
The endgame of Chu Yunting was finally revealed.
His mechanical eye was infected by the love code remaining in the fragments of a love letter.
The program went out of control and began to loop the old footage of the principal bidding farewell to Satoshi Nakamoto on a nuclear submarine:
"We can change the world, but we cannot change her ending."
"Love is the only consensus mechanism." — Satoshi, handwritten.
The global manhunt system suddenly turned against him, and the terminal issued its last command:
Terminate Chu Yunting Number 01087.
At the same time, Su Tingting's dark web persona awakened.
Her eyes were ethereal, her voice mechanical yet gentle:
"Deploying interstellar relay mining station, node location: old school site."
The entire school was reconstructed into an invisible computing power satellite city, serving the deepest on-chain civilization of the galaxy.
Lin Feng looked at Su Tingting and whispered:
"You have long been at the other end of the chain."
【Identity verification for Number 89757 completed】
【Rebirth cycle closed】
【Only consensus mechanism: love】
【System restructuring…】
The bone-chopping knife stopped 0.01 millimeters from Lin Feng's throat.
The uncle in the cafeteria raised his hand but did not fall, yet the ice crystals on the frozen meat refracted the past and present of eight hundred reborn individuals.
They were once students, scientists, spies, and even bankrupt Bitcoin billionaires —
On each corpse's temple, the crystal mining machine was still slowly operating.
"So it turns out... each reborn individual is a living node."
Their memories are the eternal fuel for the mining machines,
hidden by Satoshi Nakamoto in the underlying protocol of time.
"Your mother is Number 00000."
The uncle whispered, and the barcode on his striped work clothes suddenly spewed out a high-speed data stream,
which pierced Lin Feng's brain like an arrow, bringing intense pain along with the truth —
The "first rebirth" in 2008 was never an accident.
It was a massive chain reaction initiated by Satoshi Nakamoto to resurrect a lover named "Qingyin."
Every soul involved in the "rebirth" was a rehearsal of a consensus mechanism.
"You are Number 89757, the final verifier."
The quantum clock hummed in the laboratory, jumping to the "moment of creation."
At this moment, Su Tingting's wedding ring began to burn her skin!
In that platinum circle, surprisingly, hid an antimatter key — once unlocked, it could annihilate the entire timeline.
The endgame of Chu Yunting was finally revealed.
His mechanical eye was infected by the love code remaining in the fragments of a love letter.
The program went out of control and began to loop the old footage of the principal bidding farewell to Satoshi Nakamoto on a nuclear submarine:
"We can change the world, but we cannot change her ending."
"Love is the only consensus mechanism." — Satoshi, handwritten.
The global manhunt system suddenly turned against him, and the terminal issued its last command:
Terminate Chu Yunting Number 01087.
At the same time, Su Tingting's dark web persona awakened.
Her eyes were ethereal, her voice mechanical yet gentle:
"Deploying interstellar relay mining station, node location: old school site."
The entire school was reconstructed into an invisible computing power satellite city, serving the deepest on-chain civilization of the galaxy.
Lin Feng looked at Su Tingting and whispered:
"You have long been at the other end of the chain."
【Identity verification for Number 89757 completed】
【Rebirth cycle closed】
【Only consensus mechanism: love】
【System restructuring…】
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Chapter 20 of 'Rebirth in the Coin World' - 'Dimensional Strike in the Coin World'
When the deathly white light of the two-dimensional foil licked the classroom blackboard,
Lin Feng was tracing topological structures with his frozen fingers in the chalk dust.
The white light swallowed the edges of the three-dimensional world,
while the chalk dust slowly spiraled upward in the quantum wind,
each grain of dust carrying a memory of a dimension.
Su Tingting stood at the center of the storm, her long hair dancing like superstrings,
each strand of hair embedded with the micro-signature of a ten-dimensional private key,
piercing through the two-dimensional folded interface —
unlocking the ultimate password synthesized from Nakamoto's lover's ashes.
“Try my mother’s pickle force field!”
The cafeteria lady shouted fiercely, swinging a jar of pickles toward the time-space crack!
The lid exploded, and the lactic acid bacteria fermented for a hundred years instantly activated,
fusing in the singularity's gravity, generating a circle of ghostly green shields,
blocking the boundary engulfed by the two-dimensional foil.
Lin Feng's eyes went blank, and in the moment of dimensional reduction, he saw the truth:
every Bitcoin is a miniature universe.
Every wallet address is a star that never extinguishes.
And what the Trisolaran people fear the most is not Earth's computing power, but —
“Humans are willing to store love and faith in cold wallets.”
Chu Yunting's fate was even more absurd than the dimensional reduction itself.
After being compressed into two dimensions, a gentle smile resembling that of a loving father appeared on his face.
His face became a static QR code.
— This was not randomly generated but was the 'will execution image' left behind by Nakamoto during his lifetime.
A disguised entrance to a blockchain legacy.
Su Tingting approached, smiled gently, and her eyelashes brushed against the QR code layer.
— In an instant, the entire universe's blockchain system synchronized and restarted.
Nebulas extinguished, planets calibrated, nodes updated.
And at that moment, the hot and sour soup in the cafeteria was still bubbling,
in the steam lingered — the residual warmth of the genesis block.
Lin Feng whispered softly:
“This is our chain, not their universe.”#小说
When the deathly white light of the two-dimensional foil licked the classroom blackboard,
Lin Feng was tracing topological structures with his frozen fingers in the chalk dust.
The white light swallowed the edges of the three-dimensional world,
while the chalk dust slowly spiraled upward in the quantum wind,
each grain of dust carrying a memory of a dimension.
Su Tingting stood at the center of the storm, her long hair dancing like superstrings,
each strand of hair embedded with the micro-signature of a ten-dimensional private key,
piercing through the two-dimensional folded interface —
unlocking the ultimate password synthesized from Nakamoto's lover's ashes.
“Try my mother’s pickle force field!”
The cafeteria lady shouted fiercely, swinging a jar of pickles toward the time-space crack!
The lid exploded, and the lactic acid bacteria fermented for a hundred years instantly activated,
fusing in the singularity's gravity, generating a circle of ghostly green shields,
blocking the boundary engulfed by the two-dimensional foil.
Lin Feng's eyes went blank, and in the moment of dimensional reduction, he saw the truth:
every Bitcoin is a miniature universe.
Every wallet address is a star that never extinguishes.
And what the Trisolaran people fear the most is not Earth's computing power, but —
“Humans are willing to store love and faith in cold wallets.”
Chu Yunting's fate was even more absurd than the dimensional reduction itself.
After being compressed into two dimensions, a gentle smile resembling that of a loving father appeared on his face.
His face became a static QR code.
— This was not randomly generated but was the 'will execution image' left behind by Nakamoto during his lifetime.
A disguised entrance to a blockchain legacy.
Su Tingting approached, smiled gently, and her eyelashes brushed against the QR code layer.
— In an instant, the entire universe's blockchain system synchronized and restarted.
Nebulas extinguished, planets calibrated, nodes updated.
And at that moment, the hot and sour soup in the cafeteria was still bubbling,
in the steam lingered — the residual warmth of the genesis block.
Lin Feng whispered softly:
“This is our chain, not their universe.”#小说
Chapter 19 of 'Rebirth in the Cryptocurrency World: Quantum Heist of the Interstellar Mine Pool'
As Su Tingting's fingertips erupted with plasma sparks like solar flares,
Lin Feng was crouching in the corner of the cafeteria, secretly taking a sip of quantum spicy soup.
No one expected that the alien miners who traversed the wormhole,
would encounter the strongest defense system on Earth,
which was——
A cast iron pot that had been used for thirty years.
“Bang!”
The iron pot boiled as the cafeteria lady scooped a spoonful of years-old grease into the pot,
precisely catching the data entry point of the alien quantum mining protocol.
“Watch closely!” Lin Feng shouted,
“This is called——Byzantine Kitchen Algorithm!”
Without hesitation, he threw the principal's wedding ring into the soup pot.
In an instant, the pot erupted, and the alien mining system collectively crashed.
The diamond on the wedding ring was no ordinary gem,
but a fragment of a Dyson sphere left on Earth by Satoshi Nakamoto,
which at this moment reflected the entire distribution map of the Orion arm's mine pool in the lamb offal soup!
Meanwhile, Su Tingting's dark web persona screamed in the flare,
her every strand of hair linked to different dimensional Bitcoin white papers.
She was not human,
she was a multichain entity generated by the intertwining of the Bitcoin protocol and the cosmic will.
The negotiation scene was the most absurd.
The Trisolaran representative descended onto the rooftop of the teaching building,
sending an interstellar contract via gravitational waves:
“Exchange all of Earth's oceanic water bodies for rights to share galactic computing power.”
Lin Feng coughed while sipping the spicy soup,
then walked up to the blackboard and wrote a line:
“1 $BTC = 10,000 tons of seawater.”
The Trisolaran representative hesitated, the logic system attempted to analyze the pricing.
At that moment, Lin Feng blew a handful of chalk dust—
The dust floated into the core lattice of the alien proton circuit.
In that instant——
Protons trembled, the core collapsed.
It turned out that the chalk dust was a logic bomb hidden by Satoshi Nakamoto back in 1973.
Written paradox + price meme algorithm,
pierced through the consensus protocol of Trisolaran civilization.
A quantum storm swept through the classroom, the sky tore apart, and the mine pool space collapsed.
Su Tingting gathered her hair, standing like a goddess,
behind her was a string of interstellar chains constantly refreshing the block height.
Lin Feng calmly finished the last sip of soup and smacked his lips, saying:
“This pot is worth a galaxy.”#小说
As Su Tingting's fingertips erupted with plasma sparks like solar flares,
Lin Feng was crouching in the corner of the cafeteria, secretly taking a sip of quantum spicy soup.
No one expected that the alien miners who traversed the wormhole,
would encounter the strongest defense system on Earth,
which was——
A cast iron pot that had been used for thirty years.
“Bang!”
The iron pot boiled as the cafeteria lady scooped a spoonful of years-old grease into the pot,
precisely catching the data entry point of the alien quantum mining protocol.
“Watch closely!” Lin Feng shouted,
“This is called——Byzantine Kitchen Algorithm!”
Without hesitation, he threw the principal's wedding ring into the soup pot.
In an instant, the pot erupted, and the alien mining system collectively crashed.
The diamond on the wedding ring was no ordinary gem,
but a fragment of a Dyson sphere left on Earth by Satoshi Nakamoto,
which at this moment reflected the entire distribution map of the Orion arm's mine pool in the lamb offal soup!
Meanwhile, Su Tingting's dark web persona screamed in the flare,
her every strand of hair linked to different dimensional Bitcoin white papers.
She was not human,
she was a multichain entity generated by the intertwining of the Bitcoin protocol and the cosmic will.
The negotiation scene was the most absurd.
The Trisolaran representative descended onto the rooftop of the teaching building,
sending an interstellar contract via gravitational waves:
“Exchange all of Earth's oceanic water bodies for rights to share galactic computing power.”
Lin Feng coughed while sipping the spicy soup,
then walked up to the blackboard and wrote a line:
“1 $BTC = 10,000 tons of seawater.”
The Trisolaran representative hesitated, the logic system attempted to analyze the pricing.
At that moment, Lin Feng blew a handful of chalk dust—
The dust floated into the core lattice of the alien proton circuit.
In that instant——
Protons trembled, the core collapsed.
It turned out that the chalk dust was a logic bomb hidden by Satoshi Nakamoto back in 1973.
Written paradox + price meme algorithm,
pierced through the consensus protocol of Trisolaran civilization.
A quantum storm swept through the classroom, the sky tore apart, and the mine pool space collapsed.
Su Tingting gathered her hair, standing like a goddess,
behind her was a string of interstellar chains constantly refreshing the block height.
Lin Feng calmly finished the last sip of soup and smacked his lips, saying:
“This pot is worth a galaxy.”#小说
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