In April 2019, India's marathon general election began, and the world's largest democracy, which claims to be the world's largest democracy, registered more than one billion voters this year, and another Guinness World Record was broken. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the 2008 financial crisis, the world economy has stagnated, lacking major technological breakthroughs, labor productivity has been stagnant for ten years, trade protection is prevalent in various countries, and world organizations have been dissolved one after another, and the first is the Commonwealth, which has survived for half a century.

Prime Minister Narendra Modi doesn't care about India's independence or the election, he just wants to stand the last shift, and the 2019 G20 summit will be held in Bangalore, Karnataka, to discuss monetary policies.

The superpower has taken the lead in devaluation, oil prices have skyrocketed, and the rupee, as the largest oil importer in South Asia, has also embarked on a path of depreciation.

He knows that it is impossible for him to change this problem on his own, and India does not have the strength to change this status quo, politicians have their own considerations, if they play a beautiful diplomatic turnaround battle before leaving office, they will exchange the smallest cost for the greatest political reward, and he wants to throw out heavyweight topics at the conference, whether it is passed or not, it is enough to shock the world and shine in the annals of history.

The citizens of Bangalore do not seem to welcome the G20 summit, and Modi has decided to host Bangalore, India's Silicon Valley, considering the background of the issue, as the eastern economic center of Mumbai and the northern capital New Delhi are vying to be the host cities for the G20 summit.

Bangalore is located in the middle of the southern continent, and although it is full of multinational companies, its citizens are not open-minded, and there have been small protests since Modi announced Bangalore as the host city of the summit. The young Galava knew that this was nothing more than a politician's show, watching the rupee in his pocket buy less and less, and the ordinary people who calculated their lives every day wanted benefits, not empty slogans.

After the pre-university degree in Galava, he was lucky enough to get a position at Apple with his talent, and the work was not very complicated, that is, when the sun went down and the European and American companies started to work, he put on his headphones, turned on the computer, and dealt with all kinds of strange questions about the Siri system collected by Apple's customer service day after day.

Employees in the company revere the founder Jobs, and today's young people don't go to the temples as often as the older generation, and they recite Jobs' speeches more reverently than the Vedas. Galava scoffed at them, never believing in the stories of Steve Jobs dropping out of school to start his own business, believing that only studying in India could change his fate.

The Garawa family is an immigrant from Bijapur, a small town north of Bengaluru, whose ancestors have made a living by growing cotton and hand-spun homespun cloth for generations, and by the time of Galava's father's generation, Bangalore has risen to become the fourth largest city in India, and the population of Karnataka is about to be absorbed by Bengaluru. Galava's father decided to go to the big city to earn a living, and the family lived in a rented slum in the northern suburbs, while his father drove a motorcycle to carry passengers, and his two sisters washed bed linen in a hotel.

And the most commendable is his mother, who set up a candy stall in the market near the house, she does not sell any candy, but uses the ancestral Tufa to treat burns, thanks to the crowded population of Bangalore, the poor working environment, and the extreme shortage of medical institutions, Galava's mother has become a well-known barefoot doctor for more than ten years, and her husband and her two daughters together do not earn more than she alone.

Galava is much luckier than his peers, although India has 12 years of compulsory education, but the average child is unable to read when he reaches the age of literacy, and he has to support himself, and it takes four laborers in the family to support a Galawa day and night, so Galawa doesn't have to do anything as long as he reads good books is simply a miracle for a poor family.

Probably thanks to his mother's genes, Galava has a very good brain, he won a programming contest in middle school, he didn't want to go to graduate school after the college preparatory department was completed, and the starting salary for entering Apple was 50,000 rupees a month, and the family of four earned just a tie with him, Galava's mother was a devout Hindu, and she always said that it was the Sara Murvar who was blessing him.

In the Bangalore Science Park, there are countless headhunting companies of all sizes, and young people can only get a salary increase by changing jobs, and the market is also very fair.

Galava has participated in several such competitions, and has won a small success, his boss seems to be aware of Galava's restlessness, always brainwashing when eating together in the cafeteria, describing Apple's great prospects, promising Galava a salary increase and promotion, he doesn't want such a good young man to be poached by others, but he himself knows that Apple is no longer the Apple of a few years ago, and it is faintly old.

The Reserve Bank of India (RBI) has continued to raise interest rates, and prices have changed day by day, and house prices near the science and technology park in southern Bangalore were 500,000 rupees a square last year, and have jumped to 700,000 this year.

About four years ago, the price of bitcoin against the US dollar began to stabilize, and more and more companies around the world announced their support for bitcoin, and as the over-shipment of central banks intensified, the value of bitcoin steadily climbed and gradually became a reliable settlement tool in the private market, and in the Bangalore Science and Technology Park, the choice of bitcoin to pay wages has become a common practice for most companies.

Inflation is the plundering of the wealth of the poor, Apple's wages are growing at a much slower rate than local prices, and when he sends an offer to a headhunter, interview invitations keep coming to his email, and a little-known company called Raiden attracts Gallawa.

The introduction of this company clearly states that it is mainly engaged in the research and development of quantum computers, and Galava knows that several American giants such as IBM are investing a lot of manpower and material resources in the development of quantum computers, and it is rumored that some companies have built 1024-bit verification machines, and Raiden is not well-known in the industry, and he has offered an annual salary of two million rupees to people with such an experience as Galava, which cannot help but make him excited.

Early on Monday morning, Galawa took the light rail from north to south to prepare for an interview at the Thunderbolt Company, Bangalore people do not like to take the light rail, and Galawa was afraid of seeing his father driving a motorcycle to carry passengers rain or shine, so he insisted on taking the light rail all the time.

When he arrived at the Science and Technology Park Station and was about to get off the train, a notice sounded in the train, "Due to the temporary closure of this station, we will stop at the next station, please understand." Galava frowned, he was going to be late for the interview, and if he was late for the interview, he would lose points, and Bangalore was full of talent, and his annual salary of two million rupees was not much.

Galava took out his mobile phone and was about to contact the interviewer to request a delay, but he was told on the phone that it was not within the network service range, "Damn Bharti Telecom!" Galava began to regret not joining the Vodafone network.

When the train stopped, Galava grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the station hall to run back, he took out his mobile phone and tried to contact the interviewer again, but he still couldn't get through. Galava ran and slowed down, and the street in front of him was crowded with people, and the slogan was loud, "No rupees, bread!" Don't ask for bread for rupees! "The procession was chaotic, with people rushing here and there to join the procession, temporary people spraying slogans on their bodies with paint cans, some coming down from nearby office buildings, and several people sticking paper with printed slogans on their backs.

There were also taxi drivers who pushed empty cars into the parade, "Oil! Petroleum! They shouted protest slogans and smashed glass windows to attract more people to join in.

There are also people who are scolding that the mobile phone has stopped serving and there is no way to summon companions with WhatsApp.

Riot police stood in groups on both sides of the road, sandwiching the procession in the middle, monitoring the crowd's every move.

Galava remembered that today was the opening ceremony of the G20 summit, and it seemed that he was coming for the summit.

As the crowd grew, the windows of office buildings on both sides of the road were opened, and people sitting in offices echoed loudly, some throwing leaflets out of the air. A pungent smell came through the air, and Galava in the distance saw the smashed taxi set on fire.

In the distance, on a large advertising screen in a building, the opening ceremony of the G20 summit has begun, and Modi is delivering his keynote speech, and the crowd in a state of euphoria has not paid attention to what he is talking about.

Galava's mind was confused, and his blood was boiling and he was ready to join the parade, "Galava, come here, come and help me see what's going on with the motorcycle!" ”

Galava heard his father's shouting, he followed the sound and looked at the voice, his father was waving at him desperately at a gas station on the side of the road, the gas station was in chaos, the price plate of Indian oil had been smashed to the ground by the taxi, and several taxi drivers grabbed the gas gun and began to refuel their cars.

The staff at the gas station couldn't stop them, and they ran to the road to ask for help from the riot police, but the procession had already begun to riot, and the riot police could not take care of their gas station. Galava ran up to his father, "Daddy, how did you get here?" It's too dangerous! ”

"Kid, I sent a guest to the neighborhood, he heard the slogan of the parade here, he had to send it here, this bastard ran away without paying the money, I can't find him!" Galava's father's beard shook angrily, "Look, this classic car is out of gas again, and you can't add some fuel if you want to, how did Bangalore become like this!" ”

Galava unscrewed the fuel tank and saw that there was still half a tank of gasoline inside, "Dad, probably the oil float of the carburetor is dirty again, I'll show you." In order to save two dollars, Galawa was about to become a mechanic, he pulled out the oil float needle and wiped it on the sole of his shoe a few times, and installed an evolution oiler, and when he stepped on the motorcycle, the motor suddenly sounded.

"Dad, you take me to Raiden quickly, I'm late for today's interview." Galava sat on the back seat of the motorcycle with his backpack.

A loud bang overpowered the protests of the street marchers, people turned their heads, huge fireballs rose into the sky, the roof of the nearby PetroIndia gas station had already flown into the sky, a wave of air rushed over, the queue close to the gas station was washed away, and the marchers flew backwards like bounced balls.

Before the people behind could react, there was another shocking explosion, and a burst of fire rushed out of the burning fireball, instantly engulfing the entire gas station. The people in the distance were stunned, they stopped shouting slogans, the street suddenly quieted, and they heard a sharp wind in their ears, followed by a bang, the windows of the office buildings on both sides of the road fell suddenly, and the street was suddenly crying dad and mother.

After the first explosion, Galava already knew nothing. A cab rolled over and crushed him, his father, and his motorcycle, and his father's flesh and blood helped him block it, and the motorcycle pushed the taxi into a gap, and Galava fell into this gap to avoid the deadly flames, and when he suffocated and passed out, his father was dead.

In a moment, the procession dispersed, and people fled for their lives, leaving the wounded on the ground to cry for help. A large number of police officers came and took them one by one to the local hospital, and Galava was also rescued, and when he woke up when he was carried on a stretcher, he saw his father's body being dragged out from under the taxi, and Galava reached out and shouted at his father, "Daddy, Daddy! No matter how hoarse he spoke, his father could no longer hear Garava's voice.

The big LED screen in the distance was also swept away by the air wave, and Prime Minister Modi, who was missing half of his face, was still speaking inside, as if nothing had happened on the street, without the interference of the marching slogan, Modi's speech floated over the megaphone, "India will learn from the Bretton Woods system 55 years ago, and this time, our goal is not gold, but digital currency." India will fully embrace a new generation of digital currency, and the rupee issuance will be pegged to Bitcoin. I propose that the G20 join forces and act in concert to establish a new system of national currencies and bitcoin linked exchange rates to put the global economy on a path to re-prosperity. ”

"Digital currency, the government doesn't know what way to loot us, no matter how much the rupee depreciates, it is a visible piece of paper, how much is a symbol in the mobile phone is worth is not to let these politicians set the price arbitrarily, him, fortunately, he will step down immediately."

Lying on the stretcher, Galava heard the policeman next to him talking as if no one was around, "Man, don't talk this useless nonsense, go, go and look at the dead, maybe if you're lucky, you can pick up something, and you won't have to work in vain all morning." Another suggested, "Okay! Let's take a look, be smart, you can only rely on your own brain these days, and when you get today's task subsidy, it is estimated that you can only buy a few pieces of toilet paper. Galava collapsed and fainted.