Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 35 035 New Earth

[I stood in the mining machine room and saw that a large flat floor of two to three hundred square meters was filled with computer boxes.They are as neat as the bookshelves in a library, only they are placed much denser than in a library.Countless small lights are flashing, showing that complex calculations are being carried out inside...]

[I am very lucky to work in this mine.Today's economic situation is like this. Everything is low-quality but mining is high.If you can't enter the industry related to virtual currency, it means being exploited, and 996 can barely make ends meet.And as long as you can work in a mining farm, you can buy a car or a house in less than two years...]

[The virtual currency rose again yesterday, and my income also increased.Of course, everything has a price, it just depends on whether you are the one enjoying the price, the one paying the price, or the price itself.On my way to get off work, I saw a homeless man lying on the roadside and gave me a look of hatred.Fortunately, the service positions we need every day have long been automated, and even takeaways are delivered by drones. Otherwise, I would really worry about the hateful takeaways spitting in my lunch box...]

[This tsunami of currency prices has buried the mine where I work.I sat at the door of the closed mine and watched my boss being taken out.He still wanted to struggle, but how could humans resist armed robots?Thinking about it now, this currency price tsunami is a disaster for small mining farms, but for large mining farms it is a good opportunity for big fish to eat small fish.Those big mines are more automated, require fewer engineers, and have lower operating costs... Will I still be able to find a job in the future? 】

Xu Zhe's writing speed this time was faster than that of other students, but he could only hand in the get out of class before the bell rang.Because he wrote more than six or seven hundred words, more than a thousand words, and the composition paper was filled to the brim.

Song Xingye next to him suddenly asked: "How many words did you write?"

Xu Zhe: "I haven't counted, but it's quite a lot anyway. In fact, if you give me an extra piece of composition paper and a little more time, I can write more."

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

Xu Zhe: "If you imagine the future, it is probably the No. 1 micro-novel with a science fiction theme."

Song Xingye: "Can I write a long novel?"

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 will feel that there are some things you want to say. Express it.”

Song Xingye held his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Then after the essay is corrected and sent out, can I exchange it with you?"

Xu Zhe: "Of course no problem."

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In the Chinese language class on the second day, Teacher Sun came to class with a stack of corrected essays.Yesterday we were writing essays, and today we are talking about essays.

Most people's essays were sent directly, leaving less than ten copies, half of which were positive examples and half of which were negative cases.

Gao Xuefei's composition is a typical negative case.Not to mention the requirement of [-] words, he didn't even write [-] words.If you squeeze out all the water in these three hundred words, it will be completely empty.

As Teacher Sun read, uncontrollable laughter burst out in the classroom.

"You guys are so ridiculous!" Gao Xuefei couldn't help but said.

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

Gao Xuefei looked innocent: "No, teacher, they just laugh during class. Doesn't this affect classroom discipline?"

The person who usually likes to answer the teacher's questions and is the most naughty talks about 'classroom discipline'. This contrast makes more students laugh.

Teacher Sun also laughed: "This short sentence of yours is much more exciting than the pile of nonsense in your composition."

Gao Xuefei: "..."

After reading the negative cases, Teacher Sun started reading the model essay again.Among them is Song Xingye’s composition.

This girl envisioned becoming a doctor in the future. She also described how she would study medicine and conquer cancer in the future. Common knowledge about cancer was not mentioned in the biology textbook in the first grade of junior high school, and she had to wait until the second grade of junior high to learn it. , but Song Xingye had already previewed the biology knowledge in the second and third grades of junior high school, so he naturally wrote it clearly and logically.Of course, in Xu Zhe's view, the clear and logical approach at the junior high school level cannot withstand too much reflection.

After Teacher Sun finished reading one article, he handed out the next one.

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

"Yours should also be a model essay, right?" Song Xingye asked with a smile.

Xu Zhe: "Maybe..."

He feels that he writes so carefully, it can’t be a negative case, right?Since it was not sent out with others, that means it should all be a model essay?
However, until Teacher Sun finished reading all the positive and negative cases and began to explain the secrets of writing essays in detail, Xu Zhe didn't even wait for his share.

The rest of the class received essays they had written, with marks for corrections and long or short comments.Only Xu Zhe's table was still empty.

Song Xingye was also confused: "Where is your composition? Did the teacher forget it?"

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

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

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In the teacher's office, Teacher Sun was sitting there with a composition on his desk.

The author Xu Zhe stood on the side of the table.

Teacher Sun half-turned around to look at him and suddenly asked: "Are you playing any games recently?"

Xu Zhe: "?"

Seeing his confused look, Teacher Sun said, "What you wrote in your essay is quite true. But there is a child in my relative's house who talks about making gold coins in games all day long and doesn't care about studying. To be honest, Have you also started to play online games like that?"

Xu Zhe immediately understood why he was called to the office.He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, I just wrote a short science fiction story. And the virtual currency in it is completely different from the gold coins in online games."

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

Xu Zhe: "The game currency is determined by the game manufacturer itself, but the virtual currency is not... Oh, forget it, I can't explain it clearly."

Teacher Sun sneered: "What can't be explained? Do you think I don't know how to surf the Internet?"

Xu Zhe: "Okay, let me put it simply. The virtual currency I wrote in this essay is distributed data constructed through encryption algorithms. Its decentralized blockchain design means that it does not require an issuer. It is generated through spontaneous mining by countless miners. I also wrote here that its birth is based on a kind of liberal idealism, but it is likely to develop into an oligopoly dystopia."

Teacher Sun:"……"

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(End of this chapter)