Reborn: I am the Bitcoin God

"Everyone has worked hard today, go home and sleep quickly, punch in on time tomorrow and don't be late." I saw a message in the work group, and the time displayed was 22:30. A group of salesmen with dark circles under their eyes ran excitedly to the clock-in machine on the workbench. It was another night of overtime. John was an ordinary real estate salesman, working in a real estate company in the suburbs outside the sixth ring road of the capital. Because it was the peak season of summer vacation in July 21, the peak season started from May 1st to November 1st, so he had to "work overtime" for 6 months every year. The sales office was located in a corner of the lobby of Oscar Hotel in the tourist area. The hotel was a five-star hotel and operated 24 hours a day. Fortunately, the effort was proportional to the reward. In a tourist area, except for the tour guide, it was a real estate salesman, with a monthly income of about 20,000 yuan. I only thought about how to go home after I punched in? John didn't have a driver's license. When he went to sign up with his college classmates, his classmates said it was unnecessary. Now everyone has begun to worship John. He is so foresighted. Because other colleagues all live in different places, and John is a newcomer who just changed jobs and is not familiar with other colleagues, four of them drove to the company. Because I work in the suburbs, about 55km away from the rental house. Seeing that all my colleagues have left one after another, the empty hotel lobby is only left with some tourists who have just returned from the hot spring center and are preparing to return to their rooms. It is completely different from the noise during the day. Although it is already half past ten, it may take nearly 12 o'clock to get home, and I have to get up at 6:50 tomorrow morning to catch the shuttle bus, but my partner is still at home. I always go to bed after John gets home. I met my partner after graduating from college and have been together for three years. Take out your phone, open Uber, and place an order. After 5 minutes, someone accepted the order. I found that it was an acquaintance again. I often took his car before, such as many times when I got up late or missed the bus. After communicating with the driver on the phone, I waited for more than 20 minutes at the hotel entrance and finally waited for the driver to come. "You are working overtime again..." "Yes, isn't this normal?" "You guys are really hard-working..." "There's nothing I can do. I'm not busy in the summer, but I can only blow cold wind in the winter." ... I chatted with the master from time to time. He is the property manager of the scenic spot next to me. He takes orders every day when he goes to and from get off work to earn back the fuel costs. It was quite strange today. It was fine when I just got off work, but it was foggy not far from the hotel. This is very normal for John and others. After all, it is a forest road, and fog will appear several times every now and then. But today, the visibility is particularly low in the fog. It feels like I can only see things more than ten meters away. For safety, the master drove at 40 miles per hour, but I still felt my heart pounding. Fortunately, there are usually few cars here at night. It was a vast expanse of white. Except for a little bit of asphalt road illuminated by the light of the car lights, it was a vast expanse of white. Suddenly, the horn sounded from the opposite side, and a car with double flashes on slowly appeared from the opposite side and drove over. The key is that it was very fast. John's mind was as blank as the fog outside. Fortunately, the master was not driving fast, and he turned to the side urgently. But he turned left out of habit, and John, who was sitting in the passenger seat, followed. "Bang!!" In the last moment when John was unconscious, I wanted to see the dew on the car window clearly, and then I felt the pain of the seat belt on my chest... The whole world was quiet...