I have been traveling to the ancestral land for half a month, and Beimo Gangdan has not left yet. I just came and had a fight with a second-second disease on the day I came. He was almost deported, but at the last moment he was dismissed: "The other party has a second-second disease, so you can't blame me."

Now Gangdan has a new life. The ancestral land tour diary he wrote has become popular on the Momen Forum and has received several advertising sponsorships, so he has a lot of income.

He was interested in staying on Earth to develop. Several crew members of the Steel Egg were also seriously considering applying for immigration to Earth. There were opportunities everywhere here.

But there are also many problems here. The recent changes on Earth, Gangdan not only saw them, but also participated in them. He protested together, and told others that he was a scam, and there was no such thing as accelerating the Acebo network.

“Welcome.”

At this time, Beimo Gangdan walked into a cafe in Taipei and saw that eight of the ten customers were rubbing with a "coin digging ball". Some were chatting while rubbing, while others were staring at the coin digging ball with all their attention, as if they were doing their best.

The same is true on the streets outside, with people walking away with digging coins everywhere.

The latest greeting method is as follows:

"Have you dug up coins today?"

"Dig, where are you?"

The latest Lanxiang advertisement is: "Which coin-pier school is the best? Shandong, China is looking for Lanxiang"

The latest wedding market, having a car and a house is nothing. There is a coin coin that guarantees that you can love ten or eight.

The people on earth are quickly dominated by digging coins. They are addicted to the fantasy of getting rich overnight. In the fantasy, they have bought villas by the sea. They don’t need to do anything with any technical content, they just need to keep rubbing "digging coins".

Moreover, anyone who digs like this for three hours a day will be so tired that he can't do anything else, so he will have the energy to go out to protest.

The league's move is really too bad!

Beimo Gangdan was quite melancholy. He was not a passionate person, but he really felt that he was purified and sublimated when he returned to his ancestral land. He couldn't see it.

"Everyone, dear colleagues." Gang egg shouted to everyone in the museum, and the customers looked at him. He first introduced his identity as a Penglai person and said, "What Lin Fang said is all nonsense. This digging of coins is a scam."

Chi! Some customers turned around, continued chatting, and continued to mine coins.

Someone asked, "What did you say?"

"There is no such thing as digging coins in the Galaxy. It is just a thing created by the alliance." Gangdan explained, "I suspect it is not even connected to the Earth network. You are being deceived into doing meaningless things." He thought this could change his life. He added to his heart.

"Who are you?" a customer shouted unhappily, "I think I understand very much?"

"Then tell me, why can dig a coin ball shine?"

"We are willing to dig, do you have any control?"

Beimo Gang Egg was once again besieged. At 5,000 points in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, you went to the aunt in the securities business hall, saying, "Don't buy it, it's going to collapse, it's a scam." Do you think the aunt will suck you? At 3,000 points, you will slap you! It's just technical adjustments. This is his current situation.

"You guys are being slaughtered!" Gangdan couldn't help but whisper, very sad.

"Go away, you are not welcome here!" The owner hurried over to drive out the steel eggs. Three of the digging balls were purchased by the store. They collected NT$100 per hour. The owner shouted: "I have called the Alliance police. If you don't leave, you will catch you."

Beimo Gang Egg was very unpopular and was kicked out of the store. I was really unwilling to accept it, so I went to the teleportation booth in the city center and went to Baikal Space Port.

The Earth Alliance has no headquarters yet, and basically this spaceport is the headquarters. He wondered if he could ask Lin Fang and the others, would he be able to live up to his conscience in this way?

Because the spaceport is the largest sales point for digging coins, people on earth can be seen everywhere here holding balls and digging coins. The first time alien tourists saw it, and the first time alien tourists saw it, they thought that the people on earth looked like this, with a human figure, a light ball connected to their hands.

Just after walking past the synthetic tree, Gangdan saw a large circle of people surrounding the road over there, so he walked up to gossip and take a look.

"What's going on?" he asked a passerby outside.

Passers-by looked at him and said excitedly: "Does Mr. Wa, who dug out the first coin of Kanai Coin? The alliance rewarded him with a shopping voucher worth 10,000 Galaxy coins! But it is not allowed to be transferred, but he can only use it himself to exchange for alien goods from the shop here! It is not allowed to be transferred if it is changed."

Everyone around him looked envious. Mr. Wa really had a bad luck. He might have failed for so many years, and he had all his luck for this time.

"Then what did he buy?" Beimo Gangdan couldn't help but ask curiously, was it An Saipo's mobile phone or?

I heard that guy is a third-rate online writer. The alliance announced a new batch of "writing helmets" were added two days ago. They are very ordinary writing aids. Wearing them can help writers stay focused, clear-headed, and improve writing efficiency. All the writers on Xinggang have used them.

Did Mr. Wa buy a writing helmet?

"He bought a schema helmet and some schema games," said a passerby.

Beimo Gangdan was shocked and quickly pushed away the crowd and squeezed in, shouting to the man inside: "Mr. Wa, there are writing helmets sold now!"

"No more writing, no more writing!" Mr. Wa shouted happily, "No matter what I write, I will not be more popular than the debut work I wrote when I was 20 years old. I have $1 million, and I will deposit it in the bank for interest every month. I will have to stop writing and live some pastoral pastoral life."

1 million US dollars! Mo Zi is on it, it will turn into waste paper at any time, and do you have no pursuit of writing? Beimo Gangdan wants to ask.

Over there, Mr. Wa sat down in the road chair, couldn't wait to put on a realistic helmet, and started playing some games.

Passers-by had already circled around for a few times, digging coins while staring at them, as if they were watching others playing games in an Internet cafe.

After a while, Mr. Wa suddenly screamed, dancing and suddenly screamed again: "Damn it, ah!" His expression was blocked by the realistic helmet. No one knew what he saw or played with.

But he waved his hands like he was cutting monsters, "Ah, yeah!" He shouted endlessly, sometimes terrible, sometimes joyful, and always very nervous.

Everyone was watching him, and those who didn't know thought they were watching the stupid one.

"Is it an adventure game? Or a thriller game?"

"I'm so envious, when will we play?"

"This is life."

They sighed secretly. After a while, Mr. Wa took off his helmet and breathed a sigh of relief. He was already sweating profusely. He showed off to everyone: "It's more addictive to cut fruit."

Everyone: "..."
Chapter completed!