[I stood in the mining machine room and saw a large flat floor of two or three hundred square meters, full of chassis. They are as neat as the shelves in a library, but they are much denser than in a library. Countless tiny lights flickered, revealing that complex calculations were going on inside ......]

[I'm glad to be working in this mine.] Today's economic situation is like this, everything is inferior, only mining is high. If you can't enter the industry related to virtual currency, it means being exploited, and 996 can only barely fill your stomach. As long as you can join the mine, you can buy a car and a house in less than two years......]

[Yesterday, the virtual currency went up again, and my earnings also rose. Of course, everything has a price, it just depends on whether you are the one who enjoys the price, the one who pays the price, or the price itself. On the way to work, I saw a homeless man lying on the side of the road, and he threw hateful glances at me. Fortunately, the service positions we need on a daily basis have long been automated, and even the takeaways are delivered by drones, otherwise, I would be really worried that the hateful delivery staff will spit in my lunch box......]

[This tsunami of currency prices buried the mine where I worked. I sat at the door of the defunct mine and watched my boss get carried out. He still wants to struggle, but how can humans resist armed robots? Now that I think about it, this currency price tsunami is a disaster for small mines, but it is a good opportunity for big fish to eat small fish for big mines. Those larger mines are more automated, require fewer engineers, and have lower operating costs...... Will I still be able to get a job in the future? 】

Xu Zhe's writing speed this time was faster than that of other students, but he was only in time before the bell rang for the end of class. Because he wrote not only six or seven hundred words, but more than a thousand words, and the composition paper was filled.

Song Xingye next to him suddenly asked, "How many words have you written?" ”

Xu Zhe: "I didn't count, anyway, there were a lot." In fact, if I was given an extra piece of composition paper and a little more time, I could have written more. ”

Song Xingye's little face was a little curious: "How did you write it?" ”

Xu Zhe: "Imagine the future, science fiction theme, probably first-person microfiction." ”

Song Xingye: "Can you write a long novel if you write it?" ”

Xu Zhe smiled: "The point is not actually a novel or an argumentative essay or a narrative, the key is that if you write something that makes you feel something, it will be out of control." Because you feel that there are things you want to say. ”

Song Xingye thought about it with his chin, and suddenly said, "Then when the essay is corrected and sent out, can I exchange it with you?" ”

Xu Zhe: "Of course it's no problem. ”

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In the Chinese class the next day, Mr. Sun came to class with the pile of corrected compositions. Yesterday was writing essays, and today I'm talking about essays.

Most of the essays were sent straight down, leaving less than ten copies, half of which were positive sample essays and half were negative examples.

Gao Xuefei's essay is a typical negative case. Not to mention the six-hundred-word requirement, he didn't even write three hundred words. If you squeeze out all the water in the 300-character account, it will be empty.

As Teacher Sun read it, there was an irrepressible laugh in the classroom.

"You're laughing!" Gao Xuefei couldn't help but say.

Teacher Sun stared at him coldly: "If you can write like this, why can't others laugh?" ”

Gao Xuefei looked innocent: "No, teacher, they laugh in class, doesn't this affect classroom discipline!" ”

The most mischievous and mischievous person who likes to answer the teacher's words on weekdays talks about 'classroom discipline', and this contrast makes more students laugh.

Teacher Sun also smiled: "Your short sentence is much more exciting than the pile in your composition." ”

Gao Xuefei: "......"

After reading the negative case, Mr. Sun read the model again. Among them is Song Xingye's composition.

The future envisioned by this girl is to become a doctor, and she also described how she wants to study medicine in the future and how to overcome cancer - common sense about cancer has not been mentioned in the biology textbook of the first year of junior high school, and she will not learn it until the second year of junior high school, but Song Xingye has already previewed the biology knowledge of the second and third years of junior high school, and naturally writes the first thing.

Of course, in Xu Zhe's view, that is, the head of the junior high school level is the Tao, and it can't stand too much thought.

After Mr. Sun finished reading one, he sent it down.

After Song Xingye's composition was read, in the sporadic applause, the girl got her own composition. Then she sat back in her seat and saw that Xu Zhe's table was still empty.

"Yours should also be Fan Wen, right?" Song Xingye asked with a smile.

Xu Zhe: "Maybe it's ......"

He thinks that he writes so carefully, it can't be a negative case, right? Since it wasn't sent down with someone else's, that is to say, how could it be a model text?

However, until Mr. Sun finished reading all the positive and negative cases and began to tell everyone in detail the tricks of writing essays, Xu Zhe didn't wait for his share.

The rest of the class was presented with their own essays, along with the marks they had corrected, as well as long or short comments. Only Xu Zhe's desk was still empty.

Song Xingye was also puzzled: "What about your composition?" Could it be that the teacher forgot? ”

Xu Zhe spread his hands and said that he was also confused.

It wasn't until the end of the class and when Mr. Sun was about to leave that he picked up the last essay on the lectern and said to Xu Zhe, "Come with me to the office." ”

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In the teacher's office, Teacher Sun sat there with an essay on his desk.

The author, Xu Zhe, stands on the side of the table.

Teacher Sun half-turned to look at him, and suddenly asked, "Have you been playing any games lately?" ”

Xu Zhe: "? ”

Seeing that he was confused, Mr. Sun said, "What you wrote in your essay is quite true. But I have a child in my relative's house, and I can't take care of my studies all day long, talking about earning gold coins in games. To tell you the truth, have you also started to get into that kind of online game? ”

Xu Zhe immediately understood why he was called to the office. He laughed and cried, "No, what I wrote is just a science fiction short story." And the virtual currency in this is completely different from the gold coins in online games. ”

Teacher Sun was a little confused: "What's the difference?" ”

Xu Zhe: "The game currency is set by the game manufacturer itself, but the virtual currency is not...... Alas, forget it, it is not clear to explain. ”

Teacher Sun sneered, "What's so unclear? You think I can't go online? ”

Xu Zhe: "Okay, I'll be simple and straightforward. The virtual currency I am writing about in this essay is distributed data constructed through cryptographic algorithms. Its decentralized blockchain design results in it not requiring issuers, but is generated through spontaneous mining by countless miners. As I have also written, it was born out of a liberal idealism, but it is likely to develop into an oligopoly dystopia. ”

Teacher Sun: "......"

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