In the past few days, I have been in a bad mood because I sold my bed and breakfast a few days ago, and I can't get out of it.
this morning,
My first reaction was to get something to eat earlier or ask for money. My instinct was to walk away, because help me in case someone is a liar; don’t help me in case someone really encounters difficulties. I didn't want to be in a dilemma, so I slipped out of the thirty-sixth strategy. Then the uncle called me and it turned out that I was lost. But his speech was unclear and it was difficult for me to hear what he wanted clearly all at once. After about 5 minutes of on and off, I realized that he was lost and was going to the railway community. I said, I only know that there is a Tielu subway station nearby and there must be a Tielu community, not the railway community he mentioned. But he definitely said it was a railway community.
I had an idea and said, if you can't do it, call your family and ask them to pick you up. He said he had a phone but couldn't use it. He took out his cell phone and gave it to me to make a call. I thought it would be a piece of cake, so I called him, but after five minutes of calling, no one answered the call.
Finally, the uncle asked me to take him home. I said I had something else to do. In fact, I didn't have anything to do. I was just afraid of getting into trouble. The uncle almost begged, saying what he would do if he couldn't go home. He asked in a low voice: How about I give you this mobile phone and you can help me take it home?
Originally, I wanted to refuse, because his phone was worthless, and it was of no use to me. But seeing how pitiful the uncle was, I finally reluctantly agreed. After sending the uncle home, no one in his family was home. When I left, I wanted to return the phone to the uncle. The uncle said: This phone is not valuable. I take a taxi to others and they don’t pay for the taxi fare. If you bring it back to me, I will give it to you. It is considered as a small labor fee.
I didn't want to reject the uncle's kindness, so I stayed. On the way back, I was bored and picked up the old mobile phone. Suddenly I discovered that there was a blue app inside. I looked closely and saw that it seemed to be some kind of wallet. I began to imagine that there would be no Bitcoin in it. I clicked in with my excited finger, and sure enough, oh my god, 450 BTC! My brain immediately began to automatically calculate, now it is 72,000, 72,000 times 450, more than 32 million knives, more than 2 billion soft girl coins!
However, those two words suddenly jumped out and interrupted my fantasy: password!Yes, what's the password?
