In order to get enough money, Bai Ge even wanted to buy lottery tickets.
He could hack into the database of the Welfare Lottery Center, implant the purchase record of the first prize, and forge the lottery ticket.
However, the moment the Welfare Lottery Center completed the sale, all the data would be backed up on CDs and hard drives, and then stored offline.
Besides, redeeming the prize required the winning lottery ticket, and the bar code on it was an important anti-counterfeiting measure.
He didn't have any relevant informants, so it was impossible to forge it.
Instead of taking a huge risk, it was better to use the most perfect crime method: coincidence.
The lottery numbers happened to be the numbers Bai Ge bought.
However, he didn't want to create an anomaly just to win a prize.
Therefore, he still chose to sell novels and music.
Even games and movies.
With enough knowledge, technical strength, and a certain degree of imagination, it was very easy for Bai Ge to create these things.
If it were Ling Dang, it would be even more brutal.
Ling Dang was a team by itself.
It could do everyone's work at the same time, programming, copywriting, art, soundtrack, post-production …
The product that others spent ten years to sharpen, Ling Dang only needed one second.
Moreover, it was mass-produced.
As long as Bai Ge's creativity was enough, he could make works that he had once thought of but had never seen in reality.
"Music … forget it. Quantity can't make up for quality. Even if I use my skills to the peak, it's still so bad … I really don't have talent in this area."
There were hundreds of songs on the hard drive, all mass-produced by Ling Dang.
Compared to novels that played with words to the extreme, the music should be very good.
But the truth was that the music was too mediocre, so mediocre that Bai Ge couldn't be bothered to embarrass himself.
He really had no musical talent.
"Let's sell the book first …"
Bai Ge used his hacking skills and directly hacked into the largest literature website in the country.
Soon, he found the database center of the operating company.
There was the personal information of all the contracted authors, including all the editors …
In fact, as long as he wanted, he could directly implant the book into the database, forge an electronic contract, and change the status of the work to be on the shelf …
He could even … adjust the subscription data.
However, this was meaningless. Comparing the data saved offline, he would immediately find abnormalities.
"For the time being … I just need a sock puppet."
The registration was completed in the shortest time possible. The pen name was "Millions Per Day Is Not a Dream".
Bai Ge picked out one of the best works. It was a historical book, and the title was Waste Emperor. He only took a screenshot of the opening and uploaded it.
Then, he found the automatic distribution software created by Ling Dang on the hard drive.
The software would automatically log into the account and upload new chapters to the backend every day.
"Let's update it ten thousand times a day."
"If your account receives a message from the signing station, automatically call my mobile phone."
Bai Ge was not worried about whether the book would fail. As long as the editor was not blind, he would take it seriously.
Whether it was in terms of writing style or the accumulation of knowledge, it was a top-notch work. At most, the creativity was average, but it was enough to draw people in.
Novels originated from real life. Almost all of Ling Dang's plots in the novel could be found in history.
History was endless. So many things had happened since ancient times. Other than a few well-known eras, many other eras were quite interesting. It was just that no one knew about them.
Those stories, with a change of time, place, and characters, would be perfect.
History itself was the best novel.
Ling Dang ground all kinds of things that had happened in history and reprocessed them into the experience of the protagonist. As long as the scholar did not read history thoroughly, they would not be able to tell the original story.
This led to most people thinking that this was an original plot.
When it was published in the future, Bai Ge decided to write a million words a day and start a new book at the same time. When the first book was finished, the second book would be published.
With Ling Dang around, it was not impossible to write a book to 100 million words.
"But no matter how fast it is, it will take a month before there is an income. Well, I'll sell the book directly to the publishers."
For the serialization, only one book was needed.
Bai Ge searched and soon found the largest publishers in the country. He directly sent the beginning of nine books in other categories to their mailboxes, using different identities.
He planned to sell the whole book to the publishers directly because they could give him money in the fastest way.
It did not matter even if the treatment of 1,000 words was suppressed.
The nine books together had more than 100 million words. 100 yuan per 1,000 words was 10 million.
These books were of high quality and almost squeezed out Bai Ge's creativity in other categories.
Although Ling Dang could still mass produce books with different content in the future, it would probably be a change in the formula.
Little by little, one book was enough. Creativity would not be squeezed out of historical novels.
For three consecutive days, Bai Ge signed buyout agreements with various publishers one after another.
Although the writing was very good, he was a newcomer after all. The price was even lowered to 20 yuan per 1,000 words.
This was a price that Bai Ge could not accept. He still wanted to buy a few more generator sets immediately. How could this little money be enough?
Fortunately, Bai Ge did not care about any copyright of these books. After selling all the adaptation rights and even the famous rights, the publishers were willing to pay 300 yuan per 1,000 words.
In the end, the nine books were sold for more than 30 million.
The cost … was a few dozen yuan for electricity.
Because Bai Ge had made huge concessions in other areas, the publishers felt that they had taken advantage of him and paid quite quickly.
In addition, the nine books were sold separately to multiple publishers. That afternoon, he commissioned lawyers from all over the country to sign buyout agreements.
In order to reduce the tax, the money would be transferred to him in 30 installments. After deducting the commission fee, Bai Ge could receive more than 20 million by the time the generator sets were delivered.
Bai Ge, who was in urgent need of funds, could not hold on to this money at all.
"Hey, I want to order eight more 2,000 kilowatt generators!"
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June 16th.
Bai Ge's generator sets were finally delivered. Although he had bought eight more at the last minute, he had ordered so many that he could build a power station.
The energy company rushed to transfer the equipment from other places and delivered it on time.
"Boss, we still have to wait a few hours. We will help you install them."
"No need. You can go. I will install them myself." Bai Ge could not wait any longer.
The delivery technicians were stunned. Install them himself? This thing was no joke.
"You really don't need our help?" The technicians looked around. Bai Ge had come alone.
Bai Ge smiled and said, "My staff will install them. Leave them for now. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, not hard. Then we will leave?"
"Goodbye."
After sending the technicians away, Bai Ge locked the door of the factory. The windows were more than three meters high, so he did not have to worry about being seen.
After confirming that there was no one around, Bai Ge's gaze turned to the big boxes.
"Send them all into the brain hole."
Bai Ge walked up and used his head to push the boxes, sending the equipment away in batches.
Once the generator sets were installed, they were quite large. Bai Ge's strength was limited, so it was impossible for him to send the whole thing into the brain hole.
That was why Bai Ge wanted to chase them away. The individual pieces of equipment were much smaller in weight and volume, so he could send them into the brain hole to assemble them.
It only took a minute for the factory to be empty.
In the end, he sent himself into the brain hole.
These days, other than selling books, he had not been idle.
Most of the time, he was absorbing knowledge.
Learning, he did not stop for a moment.
Assembling these pieces of equipment was a piece of cake. Bai Ge could do it alone, but it would take a lot of time.
However, it was different when it was sent into the brain hole. With some energy, he could easily control the material in reality.
Hundreds of boxes floated in the universe of the brain hole. Bai Ge dismantled all the boxes with a thought.
"Do you need me to do it for you?" Ling Dang asked.
Whether Bai Ge did it or Ling Dang did it, the energy consumption was the same.
It was safer to let Ling Dang do it because it would not make mistakes.
"I'll leave it to you."
After Bai Ge finished speaking, all the equipment moved on its own, connecting with each other and automatically assembling.
In less than a minute, ten high-power generator sets were installed.
If this was done by the delivery technicians, it would take more than a dozen people a few hours to do it.
"Ten 2000 kilowatt generator sets, at full load, produce 20,000 kilowatts of electricity in an hour."
"That's 480,000 kilowatts of electricity in 24 hours a day."
"The fuel consumption is 200 grams per kilowatt-hour. Ten sets … Four tons of diesel per hour? Ninety-six tons a day … "
"According to the current oil price, I'll have to spend 580,000 a day on diesel alone? Oh my god! "
Using diesel to generate electricity would definitely be much more expensive than using a power plant.
In order to let the equipment generate electricity in the brain hole, Bai Ge could only accept it.
He contacted Zhuang Ze. This child's family sold diesel. Bai Ge now needed nearly a hundred tons of diesel per day, so he could only ask someone he knew.
"Brother Bai? We can't check the scores yet. "Zhuang Ze laughed.
Bai Ge calculated the time. The college entrance examination results could not be checked yet.
"I'm not asking about your results. I want to talk to your dad."
Zhuang Ze was puzzled. "Talk to my dad? Don't let him know about the college entrance examination. "
"Are you stupid? This can't be hidden. When the scores are out, you and your dad have to be tough! "Bai Ge said.
When he took on this job, he did not expect Zhuang Ze to keep the secret alone. Some things had to be discussed with the adults.
"This … Got it." Zhuang Ze and Bai Ge agreed to meet at Meihao Hotel that night.
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