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- Digital Tenant Farmers 数字佃农 Garry stood before the floor-to-ceiling window on the twenty-third floor. The road below was so empty it reflected the sky, like a vein drained of blood. At 3:17, an unmanned delivery vehicle drove from one end of the road to the other. It stopped once along the way, its door never opened, then it drove off again. Like a meaningless period at the end of a sentence. Behind him, he was the only person left in the entire building. Nineteen minutes earlier, the last desk lamp had gone out. Thirty-si 0Tickets36Clicks3Favorites
- Starting a Business with Bajie 我和八戒一起创业 Li Xinran, a genius PhD in mathematics, physics, and chemistry, transmigrates to the Chinese mythological universe, carrying "a method for predicting the future world." From debating the Dao with the Yellow Emperor and obtaining The Yellow Emperor's Hidden Talisman Scripture, to reverse-engineering the karmic laws behind the eighty-one trials of Journey to the West, she joins forces with the disgraced Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Bajie, and boards the Hai'ao Hua spaceship to land on Gliese 581G, using 0Tickets32Clicks2Favorites
- The Heavenly Dao's Original Code 天道元代码 After the apocalypse collapses, a young man with fifteen lines of elemental source code sealed in his genes rebuilds civilization atop the ruins and uncovers the truth behind the apocalypse. When An Zai slips into the sea of clouds while rewriting the Heavenly Law, he discovers that each line of elemental code is linked to an annotation, and each annotation names the original coder of that line. He speaks with them across time and space, learning the origin of every line of code so he can repair 0Tickets14Clicks1Favorites
- A Backbone of Soft Bone 软骨脊梁 In the year 5047, the UN Secretary-General stood before a stretch of charred ruins. Behind him lay the remains of skyscrapers that had once illuminated human civilization. It was the third year since the global nuclear war began. No one could say for certain who had pressed the button first. But everyone knew that humanity's industrial civilization had turned to ash in just three hundred days. The explosions themselves killed only a third of humanity. What truly drove the survivors to the brink 0Tickets13Clicks1Favorites
- The Ultimate Platform Sutra 究竟坛经 As a boy in Jiangli Village, Li Mengcheng watched helplessly as clan authorities, local gentry, and village officials twisted the meaning of "justice." Who could use the canal water, whether people had to kneel, who would pay for a wrong, all were decided by a single word that could determine life or death. His mother dipped her fingertip in water and wrote the word "justice" on the table, and it became his lifelong obsession. He studied hard and became the top scorer in the national college ent 0Tickets11Clicks1Favorites
- I Livestream in the Zhou Dynasty 我在周朝开直播 I laughed a little. "I owe you. I owe you six hundred." The landlady was pounding on the door outside. "Lin Daiyu! Six hundred yuan! If you don't pay today, get your things out of here tomorrow!" I pulled my headphones down a little and lowered my voice. "Hang on a moment, everyone. I'm going to open the door." I turned off the camera, went to the door, and opened it a crack. Auntie Wang stood outside, wearing one slipper, with her other foot on the step. She held an enamel mug of cold tea. "Aun 0Tickets7Clicks1Favorites
- Burp 饱嗝 He saw a boy in the third row propping his chin on one hand and staring at him, though his mind was elsewhere. He also saw a girl by the window, looking down to take notes for a while, glancing up at him, then lowering her eyes again. After twenty years of teaching, he had developed a keen eye. He had a general idea of who was listening, who was pretending, and who was lost in thought. He didn’t interfere much. Just making it into this classroom was no small feat. Halfway through the lesson, he 0Tickets7Clicks1Favorites
- Silicon-Based Destruction of the Dao 硅基灭道 Mo Danxin had explained it many times. In the end, it always came down to one simple idea: a thought is a group of neurons agreeing to light up together within the same brief moment. The hard part is that they coordinate quickly, and not very neatly. Some fire half a beat early, some half a beat late; some flash once and go dark, while others light up and refuse to stop. To turn all this chaos in a room into a line you can read, you first have to number every star, then record the time of every 0Tickets6Clicks1Favorites
- Redemption Through the Narrow Gate 窄门救赎 The lights on the third floor of the Gao family's little building stayed on all night. That light was the only eye on the whole street that hadn't closed. The curtains weren't fully drawn, and light leaked through the gap like a thin, pale ribbon hanging below the third-floor window. Two cars were parked downstairs: one belonged to the provincial party committee, black with a very short license plate; the other was an ambulance. Its roof lights had long since gone out, but the vehicle was still 0Tickets5Clicks1Favorites
- The Deliveryman Broke the Rules 外卖员坏了规矩 From the second half of 2026 to the spring of 2027. "One Sheet of Paper" was noticed. It was shared twenty thousand times in three hours, and by the next morning, forty-seven case files had piled up in the inbox. The investors came, offering a valuation of thirty million yuan. The regulators came, laying out two options. Then the people involved came, one after another, waiting downstairs. This volume tells how one person was thrust into the public eye. It also tells how, in order to survive, he 0Tickets3Clicks1Favorites
- Valuator 核价人 In 2026, he no longer does the accounting alone. He starts a company, but doesn't dare put the words "nuclear pricing" in its name, so he calls it "Price Consulting" instead. His first client pays three thousand yuan. In the first month, he handles three jobs and earns thirty-seven thousand. That year, he calculates the value of three things. The first is a person's name. Someone has been dead for eight years, yet their name is still doing business. From a single character, he finds the name of 0Tickets2Clicks1Favorites
- The Crazy Bill 疯狂的账单 In the spring of 2025, Meng Xianjin is thirty-seven and delivering food. He owes 2.147 million yuan. He's spent three years calculating the amount, but he can't make sense of it, let alone pay it back. One afternoon, a truck hits him at an intersection. When he wakes up, he can see the bills above everyone's heads, line by line, item by item, stating who owes whom how much, and for how long. This volume tells how he goes from someone who can only look at the numbers to someone who starts calcula 0Tickets2Clicks1Favorites
- Receipt 收据 From the autumn of 2018 to the spring of 2019. At the end of the previous volume, he found his father's name in an old ledger: No. 0007, 87,000, November 3, 2009, deceased. This volume is about a man taking that name and returning it to a real person. He takes a list of 107 households back to the countryside, knocking on every door to tell them: You were never supposed to pay this debt. Forty-four households believe him; sixty-three do not. One drives him away, one calls the police, and one hits 0Tickets1Clicks0Favorites
- The Han Family Escort Agency 汉家镖局 The next day, I went in the afternoon. In the middle of Lintai Ancient Town stood a shop with an antique-style facade. Four characters on its sign read: "Lintai Treasures." A yellow dog lay in the sun by the entrance, sprawled on the steps, its tail not even wagging. Old Zhou was in the back room. He stood in front of the display case, his back to the door and both hands clasped behind him. "You're here." "I'm here." I walked over. He had already lifted the glass cover off the display case and s 0Tickets—Clicks0Favorites
