Chapter 8

"Hehe, Sir, don't worry. I have another plan. Last night, you should have already understood the human society's internet, right? If you have the ability, you can stealthily attack the national financial system and get as much money as you want..."

For humans, even top hackers would find this plan extremely difficult, but for an alien, Chen Yang believed it was definitely doable.

"You fool, do you even know how much resources I need?" The voice from the right hand said coldly, "By your human calculations, I would need the Three Gorges Dam to supply me with electricity for a whole year. Tell me, how much would that cost? Such a huge sum of money, do you think other humans are as stupid as you, to just sit and watch a person from the lowest class suddenly have billions of dollars the next day without doing anything?"

Chen Yang was shocked. The resources the right hand needed were actually the electricity generated by the Three Gorges Dam in a year? How much would that cost? No, it wasn't even a matter of money. No matter how much you paid, no country would sell you all the electricity generated by the Three Gorges Dam in a year. Moreover, the right hand was right; even if you could exploit the financial system's vulnerabilities to get billions of dollars, the difficulty of laundering such a large amount of money would be almost impossible.

The Three Gorges Dam, which began construction in 1994 and was completed in 2009, took 15 years to build, with a static investment of 95.46 billion yuan and a total investment of 184.9 billion yuan. This giant, built with such a massive investment, generates a total of 84.7 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity per year.

This amount of electricity is almost twice that of the world's largest nuclear power plant, the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant!

The right hand said it needed the electricity generated by the Three Gorges Dam in a year. At an average cost of 0.5 yuan per kilowatt-hour for urban residents, it would cost at least 40 billion yuan to buy such an amount of electricity. Chen Yang's face turned pale. This was hellishly difficult! How many banks would he have to rob? Damn it, would he really have to rob the U.S. Federal Reserve's gold vaults?

No, no, the key issue is that no matter how much money you had, you couldn't buy such a huge amount of energy, right? Unless he spent money to build two Fukushima nuclear power plants!

The alien in his right hand seemed to have quite ambitious plans...

Chen Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Sir, your request is impossible to fulfill."

"Fool, I know the difficulty."

The right hand's knowledge was far beyond what a stupid Earthling like Chen Yang could imagine. Having drifted through space for countless light-years, it had witnessed the rise and fall of many civilizations. Because of this, after scanning Chen Yang's memories and observing the human internet, it immediately realized that, given its current damaged state and the loss of most of its equipment, once it exposed itself, the consequences of facing a human civilization that could already utilize nuclear fission and was just a step away from practical nuclear fusion would be dire!

Therefore, its first plan was to hide, to accumulate strength within human society, and to wait for the right moment. Most importantly, it had to deal with another major problem.

Thinking about that major problem, it had to make some preparations early on.

Thus, it ordered, "Host, go home now!"

"Go home?"

Chen Yang was taken aback, "But, but the noodle shop business..."

"Host, I don't want to repeat myself."

Chen Yang shivered and dared not say anything more. He quickly finished dealing with the dough, turned off the gas, and prepared to leave.

"Boss, two bowls of three-ounce beef noodles."

Two hooligans who had been up all night at an internet cafe walked in and shouted loudly.

"Sorry, gentlemen, I have to go home for a family matter. Please go to the next shop."

Chen Yang was in a bad mood, suppressing his anger at the right hand, and his tone was a bit rude.

"Damn, you're open but not doing business?"

The two hooligans, who hadn't eaten all night and were starving, saw that Chen Yang was really closing the shop and didn't have the energy to cause trouble. They walked out of the noodle shop and headed to another one.

"Rustle..."

Pulling down the roller shutter, Chen Yang walked towards his home.

However, he was stopped halfway by the right hand.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Yang looked around and lowered his voice, "What's the matter?"

"Fool, without replenishing food, aren't you hungry? Go, get some food."

The energy for the right hand, which was parasitic in Chen Yang's body, came from the energy Chen Yang absorbed from food.

Scratching his head, Chen Yang realized he was indeed a bit hungry. He saw a steamed bun shop ahead and walked over, shouting, "Boss, pack me twenty steamed buns and twenty meat-filled baozi."

The steamed bun shop had just finished the first batch of buns and baozi, and Chen Yang was the first customer. The owner, Mr. Li, naturally recognized Chen Yang, who was on the same street.

"Mr. Chen, what brings you here to eat my buns today?"

"Um, I'm buying them for a friend."

Chen Yang, impatient, made up an excuse.

"Friend? You have a lot of friends."

Mr. Li looked at Chen Yang suspiciously. This amount of buns and baozi wasn't something a few people could finish; it was enough for ten people.

But it was none of his business how much someone wanted to buy. Mr. Li put aside his doubts and quickly packed twenty steamed buns and twenty baozi, using four food bags.

Chen Yang paid and took the four food bags, then left in a hurry.

The street was still relatively quiet. Chen Yang walked while eating a steamed bun.

At this moment, he didn't know what the right hand had done to him, but his eating could only be described by one idiom—wind sweeping the clouds away!

A steamed bun the size of an adult's fist, he could bite off half in one go, chew a few times, and swallow it, then take another bite.

Who had ever seen someone eat buns and baozi so "recklessly"?

These weren't small buns or small steamed buns, but large white steamed buns, the favorite food of people who did heavy labor. Even workers who expended a lot of energy would be full after three or four buns, and those who could eat six or seven were rare. Chen Yang's eating was terrifying.

By the time he reached the end of the street, the twenty steamed buns and twenty meat-filled baozi had all disappeared into his stomach—his flat stomach showed no sign of bulging.

Eating a lot should be a good thing, but if the amount was ten times that of a normal person, no one would be happy.

Chen Yang was the same. He did a rough calculation and his face changed. If he ate like this, his daily living expenses would exceed 300 yuan, over 2,000 yuan a week, and over 8,000 yuan a month. Good heavens, that was just for food, not including other expenses like water, electricity, and internet. Moreover, 8,000 yuan was not a small amount. For a recent graduate in this big city, a monthly salary was around 3,000 yuan, and half of the white-collar workers earned just 6,000 yuan. An 8,000 yuan monthly income was considered a middle-level income.

He couldn't be happy, definitely not. At this rate, Chen Yang's savings would only last two months. What would he do then?

Although this major problem was caused by the right hand, Chen Yang didn't dare to think too much about it, for fear of generating resentment that the right hand might detect, leading to inhuman punishment.

Throwing away the food bags, Chen Yang walked into a small alley and soon returned to his small house.

"Go to the basement."

The right hand ordered.

Fine, go to the basement, whatever.

Taking out the key, he opened the basement door. After cleaning it yesterday, the basement was much cleaner, at least not full of spider webs and garbage bags.

"Now, assemble a computer."

Assemble a computer?

Chen Yang was only momentarily stunned, then he understood. Yesterday, under the right hand's orders, he had bought a few monitors, plus second-hand cases, graphics cards, motherboards, and so on. What else could it be for?

Assembling a computer was simple; someone with experience could do it in twenty minutes. But Chen Yang's eyelids were destined to twitch nonstop.