The global financial system collapsed early this morning.
No one knows how that code was written into the system. Maybe it was a drunk programmer, or maybe it was the awakening of AI consciousness. In short, when people woke up and saw the screen saying "global assets have depreciated 10 trillion times", the world had changed.
Stocks fell through the earth's core, housing prices went back to zero and even Bitcoin became a joke. Governments of various countries immediately announced the freezing of all accounts, but unfortunately no one believed that the government could do anything. Banks were lined up with people, and all they took out were empty numbers. Only banknotes, those with great people's portraits and ink smell in the corners, were still warm.
And I still have one thousand yuan in cash on me.
At that moment, I was like a traveler who found the last bottle of water in the desert and suddenly had control over the planet.
I walked into the convenience store and as soon as I opened my mouth, the boss knelt down and said, "Brother, don't fight over it. I'll give you everything."
"Who robbed you?" I threw the thousand yuan on the counter, making a crisp sound.
"You...you have cash?" His eyes widened. "And it's red? A whole bill?"
I nodded, his lips trembled a few times, and he knelt down to bring me box after box of instant noodles, mineral water, and toilet paper. Finally, he carefully handed me the hot meal his wife had made, saying "Thank you, Lord."
I came out with my shopping cart and the whole block was looking at me.
Someone screamed, "He's rich! He's a real rich man!"
They began to gather around me, some wanted to exchange the change in my hand, some took out their ID cards, property certificates, and even ancestral jade pendants, begging for a hundred-yuan bill. I looked coldly at these people who used to laugh at the backwardness of cash, but now they were humbled for the smell of the ink of banknotes.
At night, I stayed in an "abandoned mansion". The original owner was a former financial tycoon, who now lives in the basement, eating the imported dog food he used to feed his pet dog. He looked at the RMB in my hand with a complicated look and said, "Young man, can you give me some cash? I'm willing to exchange it for this house."
I patted my pockets and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't have enough cash to give you the change."
The news spread quickly. Some people said that in Hubei, China, there was a man who had a full 1,000 yuan and became the Buffett of the new world. He did not trade stocks, but instant noodles. He did not invest, but only "donated" to people who wanted to have enough food.
And I just sat quietly on the balcony, watching the sunset, putting a hundred-dollar bill in the red wine glass, treating it as the king's scepter.
Finally, a reporter approached me and asked, "In this world where everything is back to zero, why can you become the king?"
I smiled and said, "Because I don't believe in the nonsense that 'it will always go up'."
"So what do you want to do now?"
I spread my hands. “Maybe… it’s time to consider printing our own money?”
