Ye Tian explained such a big pass, and Song Jian seemed to understand a little, and he was not so angry.

The two men inspected the middle of the greenhouse, and the first broken mining machine appeared.

Smoke began to rise from the chassis, and the foul smell of burned electronic components was wafting through.

Ye Tian instructed the electrician to remove the host and throw it directly into the ditch outside the greenhouse.

This kind of treatment made Song Jian feel a little distressed.

"Ye Tian, you can't do this, even if it's electronic waste, if you remove the graphics card and take it to the computer city, you can sell it for a few hundred yuan-"

Ye Tianzheng reminded: "Brother Song, listen to me, in the past two months, you don't have to do anything except maintain the normal operation of the mining machine, let alone take the trouble to disassemble the chassis, remove the graphics card and the like." We must keep our eyes on the most important place, that is, the mining machine cannot be stopped, even if the damage rate reaches 80%, we must ensure that the remaining 20% continue to operate! ”

Song Jian looked at Ye Tian as if he didn't know him.

"Brother Song, you should have heard of this sentence if you do big things informally, right?"

Song Jian took a deep breath: "Ye Tian, I feel that you are simply a god, there are some things that it takes others ten minutes to figure out, and you can see through the essence in one second." I understand, now time is precious, can't be wasted, let alone doppelganger, then I'll do what you said, as long as the mining machine is broken, throw it out immediately, and it won't affect other machines! ”

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand Ye Tian's approach, after all, people who work in the computer city know that any part of the computer can be exchanged for money. Even burned graphics cards and the like, after repair, can be sold to those laymen, which is definitely more than ten times the price of scrap.

As for the chassis and the like, throwing it to those who collect waste outside the computer city can also recover a few dollars.

Therefore, the people inside the computer city and the people outside who collect the rags are actually grasshoppers on the same line, but the price is just high.

Song Jian fiddles with mining machines all year round, and knows very well that even if a mining machine is completely broken, it can be sold for hundreds of yuan, and it is a bit unreasonable and wasteful to throw it directly in the ditch outside.

It wasn't until Ye Tian repeatedly told him that he couldn't be distracted that he understood what was the point.

By four o'clock in the morning, the mahjong outside was still fighting, and 15 mining machines in the greenhouse had broken down.

Song Jian was distressed, but Ye Tian looked calm, and kept commanding the electricians to unplug those broken mining machines and throw them out directly.

As Song Jian said, if you run naked for two months, the damage rate of the mining machine will reach 80%, which is the result that Ye Tian is willing to bear.

He doesn't care about anything now, as long as these miners are running, that's enough.

Now, Song Jian looked at Ye Tian's gaze and became extremely admirable, no longer like before, always putting forward his own ideas in front of Ye Tian.

He should have seen very clearly that Ye Tian's wisdom was far superior to everyone else, and any instructions he gave were far-sighted and correct.

Before dawn, Ye Tian went back to the bedroom and took a nap.

The people playing mahjong continued to shout, and the loudest voice was Qian Zhifeng.

It seems that his luck is good, and he has won a lot of chips, and it was the 5,000 yuan that Ye Tian lent him that brought him back to life and killed all sides.

Ye Tian lay down, listening to the shouting outside, and the sparse commotion of the four people when they shuffled the cards, he felt in a trance, as if he had returned to the previous era.

"In the past, I wasted so much time, from junior high school to high school, from the School of Communication to the society, every day was a mess and there was no goal. It is impossible to get rich, nor can I catch up with Xia Meng, what is the point of my life? In the eyes of others, I am probably not as good as an ant, just a stupid boy who wastes his time, eats and waits for death, and in the end, he achieves nothing. Like most people in this city, he is ordinary, ordinary, despised and eventually forgotten. In this rebirth, I will do my best to make my dreams come true! ”

He thought of Sister Lan again, if the mess incident in the mine was satisfactorily resolved, Sister Lan would definitely give him and Song Jian a bounty to give them a chance to enter the inner circle.

Of course, Song Jian doesn't have that much ambition, he just wants to make money, then live well, and finally marry a daughter-in-law and live a down-to-earth life.

Everyone unconsciously reduced to ordinary, only Ye Tian, extremely sober, with a clear goal, straight forward, and never flinching.

At six o'clock the next morning, Ye Tian was awakened by the alarm clock.

Although he felt a little headache and his body was tired, he still resolutely got up. From now on, six o'clock in the morning is his starting time and will never change until he reaches the pinnacle of his life.

He first went to the greenhouse to check the mining machines, but fortunately, the temperature dropped in the second half of the night, and all the mining machines worked stably and there was no further damage.

Ye Tian told those electricians loudly: "From today onwards, the wages will be settled every day, and at six o'clock in the afternoon, Song Jian will send the money to everyone!" ”

The electricians were in high spirits, but they didn't expect Ye Tian to be so generous, so they all gathered around and held Ye Tian's hand to express their gratitude.

Of course, the two team leaders were even happier, because their wages also included 1,000 yuan per week, and they were extremely happy to meet a good boss like Ye Tian.

Outside, the mahjong table is still going on, Stationmaster Shi and Qian Zhifeng are really mahjong fans, they have been playing for more than 15 hours, everyone's eyes are almost out of sight, and they are still playing cards mechanically.

The chips in front of Qian Zhifeng were stacked very high, and he had already killed the other three people.

Ye Tian didn't go over, lest the loser have an opinion about him, sneering again, and hitting his face.

After making a round, he went back to sleep.

He didn't come out of his bedroom until eleven a.m.

This time, the mahjong table finally dispersed and the chef began to prepare lunch.

Some people said that last night's record, Qian Zhifeng was lucky in the second half of the night and won 15,000 yuan.

Ye Tian felt funny, he said that he won and returned to Qian Zhifeng, and lost to himself, this kid actually took it seriously, obviously won the money, and did not return the 5,000 yuan he borrowed.

It is enough to prove that this kid is a Pixiu, and he only goes in and can't leave.

He was not angry, these little things were expected, and since he chose to seek skin with the tiger, he had to pay the price.

The only thing that made him happy was that all the mining rigs were running normally, and no one was eliminated.

Song Jian walked out of the greenhouse, yawned, and looked at Ye Tian.

The front door was littered with cigarette butts and beer bottles.

"This group of fools has been working all night, it's crazy enough, it seems that they are usually too idle to do anything serious!"

Ye Tian smiled: "People are different, they play cards here, for thousands of dollars to win or lose, noisy, in the back of the greenhouse, as soon as the mining machine is opened, there are ten thousand taels of gold." ”

"Ye Tian, I hope what you said is right, let's be with these fools, it's really aggrieved. Just put up with them for two months, leave in two months, and never deal with them again! ”

Ye Tian nodded, he could understand Song Jian's thoughts, ordinary people would think like this, and regard interacting with others as a burden, especially these wicked people, he could bear the oppression of Qian Zhifeng, as long as it was a problem that money could solve, it was not a big problem.