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But the problem was immediately solved by the wisdom of the working class, as secondhand pirated books began to appear openly in front of bookstores.

Because books can be copied, people who bought them quickly took pictures of the contents page by page and then sold the digital versions at half the price or even less than the original price.

Before long, with the ability of electronic piracy to make unlimited copies, the once sought-after genuine White Night books immediately became deserted. If nothing unexpected happens, at least several billion dollars in value will evaporate due to the loss of genuine copies.

Bai Ye's pirated books achieved the feat of going abroad and spreading throughout the world in just one day.

At that moment, at the gathering, Vice President Rodriguez said to Bai Ye with a regretful expression, "Mr. Bai, it is foreseeable that piracy of your books is rampant. Do you need our cooperation with the IRS to help combat piracy?"

"Piracy? That's certainly a problem." Bai Ye smiled noncommittally. "I just don't know if they'll be interested in my next book."

"The next book?" The eyes of the people around immediately lit up. Given the terrifying effect of this book, could the next one possibly be something extraordinary?

“That’s right. My next book, ‘Everyone Can Practice Skills 2.0,’ will be more than 200% better than this one in terms of both lifespan extension and strength.” Bai Ye said.

200%!!!

Everyone present gasped for breath; the effect was terrifying.

"200%, is it really possible to achieve this level?" Rodriguez asked incredulously.

“Of course, it is expected to extend human lifespan to 300 years, but this book is still being written,” Bai Ye said, his gaze inadvertently falling on the 200 million years figure in the lifespan column on his panel.

'Then you freaking go write it already! What are you doing here drinking with us? Is wasting time fun?'

Everyone present wanted to become a reader urging for more updates and lock Bai Ye in a dark room, but they couldn't do so because of Bai Ye's strength.

Bai Ye naturally saw through their thoughts. In fact, this so-called "Everyone Has Skill to Practice 2.0" had far surpassed the original Zixia Divine Skill in terms of technique.

This is the known optimal energy circulation route that he deduced from himself, based on the original technique and his 4.1 spirit attribute, while maintaining the same internal energy as Zixia.

If version 1.0 was a weaker version of Zixia, then version 2.0 is an enhanced version of Zixia Divine Skill.

Bai Ye plans to push the "Everyone Has Skills" update to version 12.0 within the next year, which means releasing a new version every month.

The current 2.0 is an enhanced version of the Zixia Divine Skill. In the future, there will be Zixia Advanced Version, Zixia Ultimate Version, Ultimate Version S, SS, SSS, and so on.

According to his estimation, once his spiritual attributes bring him comprehension and analytical abilities a year later, he might be able to deduce Yue Buqun's Zixia Divine Skill into a cultivation technique that can extend lifespan by a thousand years.

At the scene, Bai Ye's words were broadcast live online, immediately causing a huge uproar. Some people looked at the books they had just bought and began to regret it, wondering if they had bought them too early and wished they had bought pirated electronic copies.

"Mr. Bai, how long will it take for version 2.0 to be released? For the future of all mankind, please make sure you take good care of your health," Rodriguez said with concern.

"It may take half a month to a month to publish, but before that, there is something I need to ask of you."

"Whatever it is, as long as it's reasonable, I can go to Congress to legislate specifically for you," the Vice President said, patting his chest.

Bai Ye didn't say it directly, but instead said indirectly, "Mr. Vice President, in the future everyone will definitely use my 'Everyone Has Skill' training, right?"

"Of course, this is a groundbreaking book, and I'm even considering adding it to the school curriculum," the president said matter-of-factly.

"Theoretically speaking, everyone should buy my book."

“This…” Rodriguez hesitated, “Theoretically, that’s correct, but you know piracy is unstoppable.”

"Since piracy is unstoppable, why not just transfer the money directly from everyone's bank account to me?" Bai Ye finally revealed his true colors.

Rodriguez gasped and said, "Mr. Bai... this, this isn't quite right."

"Isn't it good? The whole world wants to read my books and practice my techniques, so shouldn't they pay me royalties? I'm already losing money by selling them for $15 a copy, so why should I be exploited by piracy?"

Bai Ye smiled and said, "Whether from a moral or legal point of view, it shouldn't be difficult to tax a book based on a price of $15 per book and the global population."

Bai Ye's words stunned Rodriguez. Good heavens, with over 60 billion people in the world, forcibly charging each person $15 for books? You really dare to dream of that.

If it weren't for the 2.0 issue, Rodriguez wouldn't have bothered with Bai Ye's suggestion at all; it was simply wishful thinking.

But this $15 is just the initial version. There's a super-enhanced 2.0 version coming up. If he disagrees and Bai Ye doesn't release it, then his term as vice president will be over.

"This...this..." Before the live broadcast, Rodriguez, drenched in sweat and trembling, said, "I am just the Vice President of the United States, I have no authority over other countries."

"Then you can talk about it. Let each country manage its own citizens and collect taxes on books," Bai Ye said with a smile.

“Then, those who have already bought the original books are at a loss,” Rodriguez tried to salvage the situation.

"It's okay. Every genuine book has anti-counterfeiting certification. As long as you provide proof, you can get a tax refund later."

Bai Ye smiled, his 1.4-inch height making him instantly likable, but in the Vice President's eyes, Bai Ye's face resembled that of an ugly capitalist.

“Okay… alright, you’re right. I’ll discuss this with Congress when I get back,” Rodriguez said helplessly, looking down.

Only then did Bai Ye reveal a satisfied smile.

What's his is absolutely his. He can give it away, but letting someone else take advantage of him is worse than being killed.

It is foreseeable that from today onwards, whenever anyone is born on Earth in the Marvel universe...

From the moment he was born, he would owe White Night $15 for books in his bank account.

To truly combat piracy at its source.

As Franklin said: There are only two things in the world that are inevitable: taxes and death!

Chapter 84 Fanaticism

At noon, inside a military base, Stryker finished assigning tasks to his subordinates and leaned back in a military recliner to turn on the television.

He was somewhat interested in the new book that had been promoted for a month, so he took advantage of his free time to turn on the TV and browse it.

Soon, his mood was the same as that of other netizens watching the live stream, feeling a strong sense of surprise due to the effects of the internal energy.

'This young man is quite something, actually managing to create something like internal energy. It's a pity he's a mutant protector,' Stryker thought regretfully.

But Hawking's performance during the live stream made him stop caring. As long as the internal energy could be used to fight and combat mutants, then it was a good thing.

However, he quickly gasped for breath, because the appearance of a figure in the panoramic view of the live stream caused his pupils to contract abruptly.

“Professor X?” Stryker’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected to see Professor X here.

'How could White Night be related to him?' Stryker was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but he understood when he thought of White Night's identity as a mutant protector.

Anyway, now that we've seen it, we can't just ignore it.

He originally wanted to cause trouble at the UN summit, but since Bai Ye had given him the opportunity, it wouldn't hurt to bring it forward a little.

Stryker quickly issued an order, and a large number of his officers came in to assemble.

"Did you see Professor X on the live TV?" Stryker pointed at the figure on the TV, his tone icy cold. "Now, find his location and capture him alive according to the previous plan."

"Remember not to make too much of a fuss, keep your actions discreet, and don't let Bai Ye find out," Stryker said, worried that Bai Ye's involvement would disrupt the entire plan.

"Yes, sir," his subordinate replied, and then immediately set off to make preparations.

Looking at the two remaining trusted subordinates in the room, Stryker continued, "Where is that blue mutant monster who was imprisoned?"

"They've already been hypnotized and can be used by us at any time."

"Is that so? Then, the first thing we do after we capture Professor X is to release that mutant monster to attack the president."

Stryker exclaimed fanatically, "The mutants attacked the president, aroused the disgust of the entire nation, and then overnight all mutants in the world were wiped out like bedbugs sprayed with pesticide, just like a miracle."

"This is a victory for humanity!"

Stryker insisted, and his two confidants chimed in, "The leader is right!"

Soon, because they already had a plan, they only needed to bring the plan forward a few days, so the original plan began to proceed in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, having achieved his goal, he dealt with the celebrities' advances and calculated the time.

There were still more than two hours before I went to see a movie with my little rascal that evening.

"It's a little earlier than expected. I'll find something to do to kill time," Bai Ye thought to himself.

"White Night! White Night! White Night!"

Meanwhile, the entire building was surrounded by an excited crowd, and netizens who had watched the live broadcast nearby began to spontaneously gather around and shout at the building.

At first, everyone shouted their own names, but they gradually came together and started calling out Bai Ye's name. The huge noise even made the glass vibrate.

“White Night, perhaps you need to go down there.” At this moment, Police Chief George walked over and said.

With such a large crowd today, it's definitely necessary to report to the police station and have officers maintain order. The police chief will certainly be there.

Thinking of the boy who the director and others had been trying to control a month ago, now a giant who was chatting and laughing with the president, George felt a mix of emotions.

Especially considering his ambiguous relationship with his daughter, he truly dared not presume to advance or overstep his bounds. He even hoped that Bai Ye could be more decisive and directly reject his daughter's advances.

“The building is now surrounded by an excited crowd, and they all want you to come down and meet them,” George explained.

"Of course, no problem." Bai Ye had nothing better to do, so he readily agreed.

Then, seeing George's somewhat uncomfortable expression, he said directly to the people around him, "Let me introduce you. This is George, the police chief of New York. His hard work over the years has been evident to all. He has also helped me in the past. His contribution to my achievements today cannot be ignored."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vice President Rodriguez grabbed George's hand and said, "Mr. Bai is right. New York's good public safety is due to both the high quality of the people and the hard work of the police."

Then the celebrities around him, eager to curry favor with White Night, chimed in and showered George with compliments.

George felt that he had never received more praise in the entire first half of his life than he had today.

But he knew that this had nothing to do with his efforts in the first half of his life, but was simply because Bai Ye mentioned him in passing.

He could also foresee that after Bai Ye's words, his official career would be smooth sailing, and the mayoral problem that had previously troubled him might become his sycophant the next time they met.

Amidst the constant showers of compliments, George nearly lost himself, but Bai Ye pulled him back: "Let's go, Chief, we should go down and meet those crazy book fans."

Hearing the thunderous shouts around him, Bai Ye smiled and said, "I'm going down first. Remember to come down early."

As soon as he finished speaking, to the astonishment of everyone present, Bai Ye took two quick steps forward, reached the open window, and leaped directly from the third floor.

In mid-air, several meters thick, pale purple true energy surged forth, spreading endlessly like evening clouds, instantly attracting the attention of the crowd below.

Amidst the fervent gazes of everyone below, the massive amount of true energy made Bai Ye's body, which should have been plummeting rapidly, float as lightly as a falling leaf.

His ethereal figure drove the entire audience wild. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bai Ye gently landed on the ground, smiling at the crowd, much like a Buddha holding up a flower.

"Thank you all very much for your support, but please calm down," Bai Ye said.

But how could these people at the scene calm down? They all wanted to rush up and make contact with Bai Ye, but they were blocked by his internal force and could not make any progress.

But this satisfied them. These people touched the wall of internal energy surging from Bai Ye's body, as if they were touching their own future. There were even some crazy people who knelt down in public to worship Bai Ye, and there were quite a few of them.

It can only be said that, faced with Bai Ye's contribution, the people at the scene had gone completely crazy, and under the influence of the atmosphere, they could no longer remain rational.

Chapter 85 Self-created Martial Arts