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Chapter 119 - 97: The Theory of Civil Prosperity

Chapter 119: Chapter 97: The Theory of Civil Prosperity

Qing Song Primary School, grade two, class three.

Standing on a small chair on the podium, Xiao Yu held a script in her hand and looked solemnly at the group of little rascals below her.

On the blackboard behind her, the three slightly childish characters of "X War Chronicles" were written.

"Classmates, after some effort, this Chinese class has been changed to a class program discussion, thanks to the teacher’s support for our class program!

So now I announce! The production crew for ’X War Chronicles’ is officially formed!"

"Clap clap clap!" The classroom erupted in enthusiastic applause.

The class teacher standing next to Xiao Yu wore a helpless face.

It wasn’t "strived for" at all, she emphasized the importance of the event to me in the office for a full ten minutes!

Why didn’t I see you this motivated during the last tug-of-war contest...

"Now, we’ll start the role distribution! The main actors for this play are 3 lead roles and several ensemble actors, and there’s also a props team comprising around 15 people in total. Those who want to participate, please raise your hands."

Everyone looked at each other, egging each other on, but when it came to actually stepping up...

"Me! Me!" Sadly, only Wang Zikai, the chubby boy, eagerly responded to the captain’s call.

"I want to be a lead actor!"

Xiao Yu frowned, this enthusiasm was not enough!

"Students participating in the performance may apply for reduced homework at their discretion, have the right to skip duties, and also, I heard that the prize for winning this time is a video game console!"

The classroom quieted down for three seconds.

"Me! I’ll participate!"

"I want the video game console... oh no! I mean, I want to be a lead actor!"

"I want to be in the props team, but what does the props team do?"

"Can we really get less homework?"

"..."

Suddenly, the kids became very eager.

The teacher felt completely numb.

Looking at Lin Xiaoyu on the podium, rallying the crowd with the script in her hand, she seemed to see the bone in her hand and a group of Huskies drooling below...

This isn’t right!

Quickly, she pulled Xiao Yu aside and whispered.

"Xiao Yu, is the prize really a video game console? I wasn’t aware of that."

That’s far-fetched! Our performance competition’s theme is "Scientific Growth, Dreaming of the Future"!

Is a video game console appropriate as a prize?

Isn’t this sending a wrong message to all the students that "games are the future"?

"Oh, I just heard it through the grapevine, the information might not be accurate," Xiao Yu feigned ignorance.

The teacher was flabbergasted.

Do elementary students’ words carry no responsibility?

"Cough cough! Xiao Yu, about this... I have no objections to skipping duties, but reducing homework might not be appropriate either; the other teachers might get mad."

The teacher coughed, only able to subtlety hint that the little fellow might be overstepping her bounds.

Xiao Yu leaned in and whispered, "That’s why I said it’s at our discretion. I’ll submit the application, but whether the teachers agree or not... naturally, we have to listen to the teachers!"

The teacher was instantly disheveled by the wind.

Wasn’t there an agreement that elementary students should not deceive each other?

Ignoring the teacher, who had lost the ability to organize her language, Xiao Yu began formally preparing the roster for the drama participants.

"Now, registration begins, everyone one at a time, no rush! Who’s the first to register? Wang Zikai!"

"What? You want to be a lead actor? No way! You’re too chubby! Go to the ensemble group!"

"The main roles require the most good-looking... Xiao Mei, do you like nurse costumes? You do? Then it’s you!"

"There are no specific requirements for the ensemble actors, just have arms and legs."

"..."

Soon, 15 names were written on the blackboard.

"Great! The list of participants is now set. Next. we’ll start assigning tasks.

The main actors will go to the small auditorium for intensive training every day during the last period of afternoon self-study; absence without special reasons is not permitted!

The props team is responsible for making the performance props in the crafts classroom, while the rest of the students are responsible for providing logistical support to the entire drama team!"

Xiao Yu looked at everyone, her little face utterly serious.

"I want to emphasize that this performance is related not only to our homeroom teacher’s annual bonus, but also to our class honor! Everyone must give their all, victory is the only option!"

The corners of the homeroom teacher’s mouth twitched slightly.

I’ll thank you in advance for my annual bonus...

"Um... Xiao Yu, this rehearsal, it’s enough that everyone participates, don’t put so much pressure on everyone," she said with a forced laugh.

But Xiao Yu’s face remained stern.

Her little palm slapped onto the words "X-Battle Chronicles" on the blackboard with a smack.

"Rehearsal? No! This is war!"

Everyone: "..."

...

While Xiao Yu was engaged in her own battle, Meng Lang also began his own journey.

The Theory of Civil Prosperity.

Sitting on the sofa in his new home, enjoying the afternoon sunshine, he leisurely sipped a health tea and then calmly turned to the latter half of his life...

Humans are the only animals that trade because no dog trades a bone for another.

Essentially, we do not trade goods, but human nature.

And human nature is greedy, selfish...

At least, the rulers of wealth in all countries have always been greedy and selfish.

They deceive the public, from initially reducing the precious metal content in coins to the use of paper money, and finally... they begin to madly use digital virtual currencies.

Every change in the currency carrier means an easier way for rulers to seize wealth.

From smelting, to printing, to the simple act of pressing the "enter" key.

This is a feast of wealth, a carnival of human nature.

...

I was riding in a speeding bus, looking out the window at the swiftly passing forests and hills, reflecting on the remainder of my life...

I live in the best of times, because life is carefree.

Gao Yuan took over Changqing Biological, and though she faced significant troubles, from banks cutting off loans to massive losses due to a malfunction in the company’s cold storage.

The retaliation from Xu Group was even more fierce than we had anticipated!

But these were not my concerns. I stood from afar, silently watching Gao Yuan stubbornly and meticulously resolve everything, then advance step by step toward the predetermined goal of becoming a large medical conglomerate with the help of the technical data I provided.

At least, the shares and patents I hold will provide me with a steady stream of wealth over the next five, ten, twenty years.

But I know twenty years is too long, I only strive for the present.

Because, I also live in the worst of times, where one can see the end of life, with no hope in sight.

Isn’t life just about that? Bearing a few sweet memories to get through the majority of the inevitably tough times.

A friend said it right, be bold with life, because we will lose it eventually.

"Hey hey! Ma’am, for the safety of my life, could you please stay further from the driver? No?"

I frowned and slightly pulled out the plastic toy knife from my embrace.

The journey resumed its tranquility, and my surroundings were also quiet, undoubtedly making for a pleasant trip...

...

Although there’s no hope in sight for life, some things are not about seeing hope to persist, but rather persisting to eventually see hope.

Even if I do not witness it myself...

For that hope, to witness a miracle that belongs to us, I began to think about breakthroughs in life, like quietly and safely obtaining a second wealth password.

In 2040, flipping through history, I came across a rather interesting media news story.

A mafia boss from Su City, before getting incarcerated, worried about hackers accessing his Bitcoin account, decided to distribute his wealth into 12 new accounts, printing the account details on A4 paper, and hiding them inside a fishing rod.

However, tragically, during his imprisonment in March 2018, this valuable fishing rod was sold on a second-hand website by an unknowing lover for 800 RMB and was ultimately bought by an angling enthusiast.

In the end, Bitcoins worth over 59 million US dollars vanished without a trace...

In these insane times, ordinary people become rich, and sometimes what’s needed is not a net to capture wealth but just simply a fishing rod...]

Turning the page, at the end of the book, there was an attached strange dot matrix chart.

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

Above this chart, there were only three letters reeking of money—BTC!