Ethereum gas fees have risen to the point where a single transaction can buy half the Earth. Xiao Hong has directly evolved into a cyber god of wealth, with a halo of shiny mining rigs emerging from her head, clad in armor forged from graphics cards, holding a staff adorned with 1080Ti GPUs, riding a nine-headed dragon spewing ETH flames, crashing through the cryptocurrency conference venue, and roaring: 'I'm so rich I can use gas fees to set the moon on fire! I want to build a floating diamond mine in the clouds, hire a hundred million AI robots to mine 24/7, fill the Pacific Ocean with graphics cards, and turn the Earth into my private intelligent contract paradise! Next to her, Old Li, dressed in a beggar's outfit made from broken hard drives, squats on a pile of discarded mining rigs, gnawing on expired instant noodles. He glances at the gas fee alert on his phone and sneers: 'Xiao Hong, don’t be arrogant. Tomorrow there will be a wall on the chain, your diamond mine will collapse into a pile of scrap metal, AI robots will all be out of work selling pancakes, the Pacific graphics cards will turn into electronic waste, and your Earth paradise can only be transformed into your balcony to grow two pots of green onions.'