Reborn Wealth America

Leaving the Intercontinental Hotel in Beverly Hills.

Abel cruised on the Boulevard in Beverly Hills.

Driving a red Ferrari F12, driving around for half an hour.

The conditions of the roads in Beverly Hills did not allow Abel to race.

On this road, except for buses and taxis full of tourists and tourists.

There are almost no ordinary cars, the worst are Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi.

The most are Bentley, Rolls Royce and various sports cars.

Among them, the domestic luxury car brand, Cadillac is also seen everywhere, and even the appearance rate is not weaker than bba.

Abel also saw several American sports cars, which are basically rare in other countries, and Corvette, which looks very similar to the overlord car on Akina Mountain.

Not to mention, the Corvette sports car does not look at the logo, it is really full of violent beasts, and it is worthy of the name of the American national treasure super sports car.

But it is true that, at first glance, its logo, if not for the color, is really the same as Qiu Mingshan.

Abel's Ferrari f12, among these luxury cars, happens to be in a position of nowhere.

It is weaker than the Big Three and the Bugatti Veyron, but it is still better than the BBA.

In addition, to be honest, all sports cars are sports seats.

The so-called sports seats are generally not comfortable.

Sitting for a short time is fine, sitting for a long time, it is really back pain.

Relatively speaking, compared with a pure sports car.Those coupes or GT models will be more comfortable.

For example, Bentley’s Continental, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi, etc. and coupe models.

Abel is out of strangeness and excitement, and he doesn't feel that way yet.

After just walking around for half an hour, the reward stated in the smoke text has not yet appeared.

Is it really just an illusion?

But inside that drawer mezzanine, such inconspicuous USB flash drive, how to explain the bitcoin in it?

When doubts arose in my heart, the mysterious smoke appeared before my eyes again.

[Task: Completed]

[Reward: New e-waste treatment technology (please pay attention to receiving)]

Abel immediately refreshed, his driving speed slowed down, and he stopped by the road altogether.

"Where? Where?"

Abel enthusiastically searched the car for mission rewards.

For the first reward, the USB flash drive is in the drawer of the dormitory.

It may be missed by the people before, or even speculated from the year when the USB flash drive was shipped, which is 2008.

The first reward may have been left by an unsophisticated Ucla University senior when Bitcoin first appeared.

At that time, only 10,000 Bitcoins could buy an ordinary burger.

You can mine several coins a day by just using your personal computer.

Unlike now, the computing power required to mine a bitcoin is as high as the sky.

The electricity bill that needs to be consumed is even more than two thousand dollars.

The possible senior elder sister may have forgotten afterwards, or something happened to this possible senior elder sister and did not withdraw the bitcoin.

In the end Abel was cheaper.

Abel speculated from the rewards of the first mission that maybe the rewards of the second mission were somewhere beside him.

Since the task is to buy a car, maybe the reward lies in the car?

But after more than ten minutes of searching, it was not found at all.

The various storage spaces of the sports car, under the seats, all possible gaps, the front trunk, and even under the hood, near the suspension.

Abel searched it all over.

But there is nothing.

"Do you want to tear it down?"

Look at this beautiful, cool, red demon lying low on the ground, Ferrari F12.

Abel couldn't help thinking.

Just as he began to wonder whether he should go directly to find a sledgehammer, or find a big rock and smash the Ferrari to see if he can find a prize.

No, it's cruel.

This is my first sports car, or Ferrari. This is too violent.

But he really wanted the prize.

"Go to a 4s store or specialty store or repair shop... take it down."

Thinking about this, he was about to get in the car.

Opening the cool gull-wing door, I was about to get into the car and inadvertently looked up.

Not far in front, a middle-aged man in a sloppy dress was chasing behind a fat white man in a suit and leather shoes, talking tirelessly.

The place where they were just happened to be upwind, and the warm air from Los Angeles sent some fragments of their conversation.

Some of the word fragments attracted Abel's attention.

"Electronic...processing"

"No...secondary...pollution"

"effectiveness……"

"power consumption……"

"..."

This American English with some Irish accent made Abel's heart moved.

"It won't be... Is it that my prize is not in the car, but in the two people?"

Abel couldn't help but think.

Think of buying a car for half an hour, but the mysterious smoke system has never appeared.

When it got here, it ran out, saying that the task was complete, and reminded itself to accept the prize in time.

Although I don't know how powerful this so-called new e-waste treatment technology is.

But out of initial trust in the smoke, Abel decided to try to contact these two people.

The direction the two of them were walking in was just toward him.

After dozens of seconds, the two people who were still talking had reached Abel more than ten meters away.

This distance was already very close, and the two had a very loud conversation, and Abel heard their conversation clearly.

"Mr. Marcus! I really, really, beg you very earnestly! Give me another 300,000 dollars, no, 100,000 dollars will be fine!"

"The experiment has reached the final stage! As long as this experiment is successful, you can start to assemble the machine and start production!"

"Imagine that the e-waste production in the United States last year was as high as 16 billion pounds! The world's e-waste output last year was as high as 93 billion pounds!"

"How much precious metal is in it?"

"It can be refined to 1‰, or even only one ten thousandth, which is an industry worth billions of dollars!"

"More profit..."

The chattering, Irish middle-aged man in a jeans shirt, with a pleading expression on his face, begged the fat man.

The fat man was full of impatient expression: "Piaggio! Man, God! You have said this to me a million times! Listen, it is a million times!"

"But what's the result? Two years have passed. Dura Capital has invested two million dollars, but in the end it can't even get a plan!"

"How do you let me continue to help you get investment?"

"Maybe, for your investment! I will be swept away by the company!"

"Damn it! Why did I believe you stupid old man!"

"E-waste or something! Just send it to Asia, a lot of Chinese and Southeast Asian monkeys are rushing to get it!"

The fat man yelled at the middle-aged man angrily, the expression on his face was angry and helpless.

Then he pushed the middle-aged man away, got into an Audi parked on the side of the road, opened the window and shouted at the middle-aged man: "Investment? No more! The entire Silicon Valley, the entire Los Angeles, and even the entire United States, No one will be interested in your technology anymore! Take your broken technology and go bankrupt!"

boom!

With a kick on the accelerator, he walked away.

The middle-aged man who speaks American English in an Irish accent, looked at the Audi car that was going away, with a gray face:

"God! Who will help me..."