The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Qingsong Primary School, Grade 2, Class 3.

Xiaoyu put up a small chair and stood on the podium, holding a script in his hand and looking at the group of kids below with a solemn expression.

On the blackboard behind her, "X Chronicles" is written in three slightly childish Chinese characters.

"Dear students, after hard work, this Chinese class has been changed to a class program discussion. Thank you teacher for your support of the class program!

Well now I declare! The crew of "X-Men" is officially established! "

"Bah bang bang!" There was warm applause in the class.

The head teacher standing next to Xiaoyu looked helpless.

It’s not because of “fighting”. He went to the office to emphasize the importance of the program to me for ten minutes!

Why didn't I see you so motivated in the last tug-of-war competition...

"Now, we start to allocate roles! This time, the main actors include three protagonists and several extras, as well as a part of the prop team. The total number of people is 15. If you want to participate, please raise your hand."

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. I want everyone to be top-notch. If you really want to do it...

"Me me!" Unfortunately, only the fat boy Wang Zikai responded positively to the squad leader's call.

"I want to be the starring role!"

Xiaoyu frowned, this enthusiasm is not enough!

"Students who participate in the performance can apply to reduce their homework as appropriate, and have the right not to participate in duty. In addition, I heard that the prize for winning this time is a game console!"

The class was quiet for three seconds.

"Me! I'm participating!"

"I want a game console...oh no! I want to be the starring role!"

"I want to be a prop team, but what does a prop team do?"

“Can I really do less homework?”

"..."

The little friends suddenly became excited.

The head teacher was completely numb.

Looking at Lin Xiaoyu who was rolling out a script to incite the crowd on the podium, she seemed to see the meat bones in his hand and a group of huskies below...

This style of painting is wrong!

He quickly pulled Xiao Yu over and whispered.

"Xiaoyu, the prize this time is a game console? Why didn't I know?"

so funny! The theme of our performance competition is "Scientific Growth, Dreaming of the Future"!

The prize is a gaming console, is that appropriate?

Isn't this a wrong signal to spread to the majority of primary and secondary school students that "games are the future"?

"Oh, I heard it from hearsay, but this news may not be accurate." Xiaoyu pretended to be dumbfounded.

The head teacher was confused.

When a primary school student speaks...don't he have to be responsible?

"Ahem! Xiaoyu, I don't have any objection to not having to be on duty, but it seems inappropriate to reduce homework. Other teachers will be angry."

The head teacher coughed and could only begin to tactfully hint that the little guy had overstepped his authority.

Xiaoyu leaned over and whispered, "So, what I said is discretion. I will apply for it. As for whether the teachers agree...then of course you have to listen to the teachers!"

The head teacher was in a state of confusion on the spot.

What about the promise that primary school students will not lie to primary school students?

Regardless of the head teacher who lost his ability to organize the language, Xiaoyu began to formally prepare the crew and actors.

"Registration starts now. Come one by one, don't worry! Who is the first to sign up? Wang Zikai!"

"What? You want to be the leading actor? No! You're too fat! Go to the extras!"

"The protagonist has to be the one with the best looks... Xiaomei, do you like the nurse costume? Yes? Then it's you!"

"There are no requirements for extras, as long as they have arms and legs."

"..."

Soon, the names of 15 people were written on the blackboard.

"Very good! The personnel list has been finalized, and now we will start assigning tasks.

The main actors all go to the small auditorium for special training in the last self-study class every afternoon. No absence is allowed without special reasons!

The props team is responsible for going to the handicraft classroom to make performance props, and the rest of the students are responsible for providing logistical support to the entire crew! "

Xiaoyu looked at everyone with a serious face.

"What I want to emphasize is! This performance is not only about the year-end award of the head teacher, but also about the honor of the class! Everyone must go all out and only win and not lose!"

The head teacher's mouth twitched a little.

Let me thank you in advance for my year-end bonus...

"Um... Xiaoyu, this rehearsal is about participating. Don't put so much pressure on everyone." She laughed dryly.

Xiaoyu, however, kept a straight face.

The little palm clicked on the three words "X Chronicles" on the blackboard.

"Rehearsal? No! This is war!"

Everyone: "..."

…

While Xiaoyu was fighting his own battle, Meng Lang also started another journey of his own.

"On the Wealth of the People".

Sitting on the sofa in his new home, enjoying the afternoon sunshine, he took a leisurely sip of health tea, and then calmly opened up about the rest of his life...

[Humans are the only animals that can trade, because no dog will exchange bones.

So essentially, what we trade is not commodities, but humanity.

And human nature is greedy and selfish...

At least, the wealth rulers in various countries from ancient times to the present have been greedy and selfish.

They deceived the people, first by reducing the precious metal content of the currency, then by using banknotes, and finally... they began to use virtual digital currencies frantically.

Every change in the currency carrier means that it is becoming more and more convenient for rulers to obtain wealth.

From smelting, to printing money, to pressing the "enter" key with your finger.

This is a feast of wealth and a carnival of humanity.

…

I sat on the speeding bus, looking out the window at the mountains and forests passing by quickly, thinking about the rest of my life...

I live in the best generation because life is worry-free.

Gao Yuan took over Evergreen Biotechnology, although she encountered a lot of troubles. In addition to the bank's loan suspension, there were also huge losses caused by the failure of the company's cold storage.

The Xu Group's revenge is more intense than we expected!

But I don’t need to worry about these. I stood in the distance and quietly watched Gao Yuan solve everything stubbornly and hard. Then, with the help of the technical information I provided, she moved step by step towards the predetermined goal of a large medical group.

At least the shares and patents in my hands will provide me with a steady stream of wealth in the next five, ten, or twenty years.

But I know that twenty years is too long, and I only seize the day.

Because I also live in the worst era, where I can see the end of life at a glance and cannot see hope.

Isn’t that what life is all about? Hold on to the memories of a few good times to get through most of the times that are bound to be difficult.

A brother was right when he said that you might as well be bolder in dealing with life, because we will always lose it.

"Hey! That auntie, for the sake of my life, can you please stay away from the driver? No?"

I frowned and took out the plastic toy knife in my arms.

The journey has returned to quietness, and the surroundings around me are also very quiet. This is undoubtedly a pleasant trip...

…

Although there is no hope in life, there are some things where you don’t persist until you see hope; it’s when you persist that you see hope.

Even if I didn't see it with my own eyes...

For that hope and to witness the miracle that belongs to us, I began to think about breakthroughs in life, such as obtaining the second wealth password in a low-key and safe way.

In 2040, when I was looking through history, I saw a very interesting piece of media news.

Before a gangster from Sioux City was imprisoned, he decided to allocate his wealth to 12 new accounts because he was worried about hackers accessing his Bitcoin account. He printed the relevant account information on A4 paper and hid it in a fishing rod.

However, the tragedy is that in March 2018, while he was serving his sentence, this valuable fishing rod was hung up on a second-hand salted fish net for 800 RMB by his lover who did not know the inside story, and was eventually bought by a fishing enthusiast.

In the end, Bitcoin worth more than $59 million was missing...

In this crazy era, when small people suddenly become rich, sometimes what they need is not a fishing net to gain wealth, but probably just a fishing rod...]

Turning over the pages, at the end of the book, there is a strange dotted trend chart.

The vertical axis is $price, and the horizontal axis is the timeline starting from 2018 to December 2019.

And above this trend chart, there are only three letters full of money - BTC!