"One night."
"It only takes one night’s effort."
Old Pig looked seriously at the young man sitting under the pavilion: "Once the market economy is implented, that will be your day to get rich. You will imdiately join the middle level of Fixed Star, enjoy the envy of countless people, possess a large number of rare resources from Fixed Star, and be admired by countless won."
"The hardships you’re enduring now will transform into the blessings you’ll enjoy later."
"Young man."
"Don’t complain about being tired."
"Isn’t everyone getting through such tired tis?"
"Pig Train Captain... Were you this tired when you were young?"
"Well... not quite this tired, but after all, it’s Doomsday now." Old Pig said aningfully: "Go ahead, on the train, you’re the one I have the most faith in; you’ll beco a bestselling author on Fixed Star in the future."
"..."
The young man took a deep breath and slightly gritted his teeth: "Alright, Pig Train Captain, I’m going!"
Actually, since Pig Train Captain had personally sought him out, he had no grounds to refuse, just a minor complaint. He’d had a few chats with Pig Train Captain, so he dared to complain a bit. If Master Mang ca, he wouldn’t dare utter a word.
He’d boldly declare he could write twenty thousand words without breaking a sweat, starting at a base of at least fifty thousand.
"Go on."
Old Pig said with satisfaction: "But rember not to tell anyone about what I just said casually. I’ve only ntioned it to a few confidants; too many people knowing won’t be beneficial for us."
"I understand, Pig Train Captain."
...
Dawn has broken.
Last night was Christmas Eve.
Chen Mang sat down after finishing freshening up, lit a cigarette, and as usual, browsed through the Train Log before glancing out the window at the residents fervently mining. Then he sat on the chair and looked at the scene inside Cyberminer.
It’s almost ti to clock out.
Cyberminer work hours are at night, from nine at night to nine in the morning, quite accommodating.
One can freely play during the day.
"No output last night?"
"No."
"Hmm."
Chen Mang nodded, not disappointed as they had just produced one last ti. Currently, there are 50 mining machines, each machine has 12 output opportunities per night, totaling to 600 opportunities per night.
"We’ve set it up so that in one night, there are twelve dreams with each dreaming session lasting one hour, which is just enough ti to mine one iron ore, maximizing the output opportunities."
"Last night, dreaming, I suddenly had an idea."
"Could we forego the mining site?"
"Directly manufacture the dream into an empty space with a single Level 9 unit iron ore, thus eliminating the need for a pickaxe, shortening the dream ti to one minute."
"Fifty-nine seconds used to fall asleep, one second in the dream, then wake up."
"If the falling asleep speed is fast enough."
"We might even shorten the dream to ten seconds."
"Sleep every ten seconds."
"In that case——"
"A single miner could have 4320 chances a day; with 50 machines, that’s 216,000 opportunities a day, producing several Level 9 iron ores at least, right?"
"..."
In the train room, Ai didn’t reply imdiately, remaining silent for a long while before finally speaking: "It’s simply a genius idea."
"But sadly."
"I did so experintal attempts just now and couldn’t create such a type of dream. Couldn’t directly manufacture Level 9 unit iron ore alone; we can only create a mining site."
"It’s not feasible?"
Chen Mang shook his head regretfully. If it wasn’t feasible, so be it: "Ask Zhang Yiren if the script is finished, I’m eager to upgrade the train."
"Train Captain, this order was given just yesterday; how could it possibly be completed today? Normally, finishing a script requires at least a week, even under..."
At that mont——
Ai’s voice suddenly halted, paused montarily before softly saying: "Train Captain, Zhang Yiren is requesting an audience outside the train room; he said he’s finished both scripts."
"Genius."
Chen Mang nodded in satisfaction, smiling: "Let him in quickly. That’s why you should have confidence in the people I favor. Since I’ve chosen him as the scriptwriter, he won’t be less than excellent. Look at this efficiency."
"Solid!"
"I like it."
"It’s quite solid." Ai murmured sowhat silently, as this efficiency is more terrifying than AI; is he still human?
Zhang Yiren, with dark circles under his eyes, carefully walked into the train room and presented the two thick scripts he held: "Master Mang, here are the two romance scripts you requested yesterday."
"I wrote them using a style akin to a script-based murder mystery."
"No matter who it is, as long as they act and imrse themselves in the role, they will end up crying profusely, loving each other with undying passion."
"It’s pretty good."
Chen Mang took the scripts and flipped through them briefly before tossing them back to Zhang Yiren with a laugh: "Take them to Carriage 2 to Ai; good job, now go on."
...
In the space.
The Constant Star Train stood still.
Two thousand mining robots and over six thousand residents were swiftly mining the surrounding mining site, with an estimated six days left before they completely mine out this space and leave entirely.
Before then.
He aims to upgrade the train to Level 15. To do that, those two wedding certificates need to be used.
"How are things progressing?"
In the cha Center of Space 2, Chen Mang looked at the corner where the four Combat Training Virtual Spaces were housed: "How’s the Dream Manufacturing going?"
"Created entirely according to the script."
Standing by, Ai explained: "But the specific progress within the dream cannot be seen from the outside; the overall effect can only be known after the dream ends. These two scripts will last five days."
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