Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

Haley goes to Korea when she’s 18 after waiting what felt like a life time. Complication after complication a man offers her a spot at a small company to debut as an idol. She’s unsure of what to say. While thinking how to respond she meets the business man next door. Suddenly after their day spent together he disappears. Hoping to find him and live out her dream she stays in Korea to debut as an idol. But her intertwined fate seems far to sad for her dream to be true.

Xue Jing only wanted to sell to someone that gave him good vibes. Good vibes were hard to define, but somehow, he felt that he wouldn't be upset if he sold his flat to Fang Zhao and the apartment was completely renovated.
Just as Fang Zhao put it, different arrangers would handle the same song differently. Different styles would come out. Everyone was equally entitled to leave their mark. Any buyer was simply a temporary custodian of the property.
Property prices in Qi'an were quite high, especially in this neighborhood. Flats that were located on the 100th floor or higher usually cost at least 10,000 dollars per square meter. There was only one penthouse apartment in the building. The entire property took up some 200 square meters, but the flat only accounted for half of it. A garden and a parking space took up the other half.
The price tag was 10 million, which was cheap compared to similar properties in the area. The market value was no less than 20 million.
One of the reasons why real estate in that neighborhood was expensive was the presence of security guards and regular patrols. Quite a few Yanzhou celebrities bought homes in the area to avoid media attention. Xue Jing had bought this place back then because he'd wanted the peace and quiet. He was no celebrity, but he was quite influential in the music industry. Many people sought him out for favors, hoping a word from Xue Jing would translate into shortcuts. Xue Jing got so fed up he moved here. "There's another reason I invited you here, besides selling you my apartment. It's entirely up to you. No pressure," Xue Jing said.
Fang Zhao had thought a favor might be attached when Xue Jing had announced his asking price. Given Xue Jing was so generous with his pricing, Fang Zhao would comply as long as it wasn't too big of a favor.
"Please continue," Fang Zhao said.
"As you know, I'm not teaching these days, focusing instead on editing and writing textbooks." Xue Jing looked at Fang Zhao. "I'm working on a book about symphonic works. I'd like to use your songs as an example."
Xue Jing was writing a textbook that analyzed symphonies and served as a how-to primer. Symphonies were an offbeat genre. Music students tended to avoid the specialty. Even though symphonies enjoyed greater prestige within the industry, they weren't too popular.
Xue Jing wasn't only concerned with turning a profit. The elders in the industry didn't bother with symphonies, but the genre had to be preserved. Xue Jing didn't want to cut and paste like previous authors. He wanted to present contemporary examples. This would require Fang Zhao to discuss his creative vision, his sources of inspiration, and some memorable moments from the creative process. In short, Xue Jing wanted Fang Zhao to pass on his knowledge and expose more students to the genre of symphonies. It would be the equivalent of a master class in written form. Of course, it was up to Fang Zhao to decide how much to reveal.
"As you know, this isn't a hit single. There won't be much money in it." Xue Jing was frank.
Fang Zhao's emergence gave Xue Jing hope. The "100-Year Period of Destruction" series probably made for the most memorable symphonic pop songs in the past century. More importantly, the series was not condescending. It took the accessible form of pop music and reached a broad audience.
Many young composers were reluctant to share their creative insight, so Xue Jing thought Fang Zhao would take his time to consider the request. Little did he expect Fang Zhao to agree immediately.
"No problem."
But Fang Zhao wasn't actually that young. He was happy to share his knowledge and pass on the lessons he'd learned from the end of days. Human life was finite, but there were no bounds to shared experience and knowledge.
Xue Jing was delighted. "Terrific. Terrific. I'll add your name to the list of consulting editors."
Textbooks in the New Era—whether in print or electronic form—identified their authors clearly. University regulations also required them to identify their editors and consulting editors.
Normally, protocol dictated that if the length of your contribution was brief and the content wasn't essential to the book, you weren't listed as a contributing editor. Xue Jing was thinking Fang Zhao probably wouldn't share at length, but the fact that he was willing to open up and share was worth applauding. Xue Jing was glad to give him credit.
"My assistant will brief you on the mechanics of contributing to the book. You could also organize your thoughts ahead of time. As for the apartment, I'll send for packers right away. I'll have all the paperwork completed and the flat vacated in three days. There's no rush in paying me. If you can't pay the full amount in one go, you can pay in installments over a few years. No hurry."
"It's OK. I can pay in full now," Fang Zhao said.
Fang Zhao left the apartment after the conversation ended. Xue Jing had him chauffeured back to Silver Wing. Fang Zhao got a call from Zhu Zhen, Duan Qianji's assistant, while en route.
"Fang Zhao, someone from Leizhou wants to use the third movement in a movie soundtrack. They don't want to buy the song outright—just license it for 30 days." In other words, there would be a moratorium on the song's release in other formats for 30 days after the film began screening in theaters.
Orders like this from another continent were rare and often translated into new opportunities.
"We haven't discussed the price yet. Chairman Duan wants to get your OK first," Zhu Zhen said.
"To use on a soundtrack? It's a production company from Leizhou?"
"Yes. The deal will help promote the song, but the production company doesn't have a great reputation."
Every continent had protectionist measures in place to shore up their own music and film industries. "Cocoon Breach" was a good example that illustrated this trend. After the song was proven to have an impact on Hull virus patients, the publicity on other continents glossed over the title of the song or made brief mention of it. The focus was on its effect on Hull virus carriers and related topics. The medical discussion took precedence, obscuring any talk of Polar Light or details about the first and second movements.
It was one thing if the two songs were merely released as songs. But the two movements were inextricably linked to a virtual idol, so they were heavily censored in Leizhou.
Media coverage of the songs in Leizhou not only buried the title of the songs and the names of the composer and production company—Polar Light wasn't mentioned at all. Few people who read the news reports searched for the songs. The first two movements also weren't available for download outside of Yanzhou.
So what Duan Qianji had in mind was using the Leizhou film as an alternative platform, even though it might be a crappy production. Given the fact that the two songs were not available for download outside of Yanzhou, they could license them for placement in films. This didn't affect their marketing plan in Yanzhou.
But Duan Qianji was worried that Fang Zhao would find the placement degrading if the film was a mediocre production just judging from appearances. He might be turned off. That was why she had asked Zhu Zhen to run the plan by Fang Zhao first before entering into negotiations.
After being briefed by Zhu Zhen, Fang Zhao thought for about two seconds. "I'd like to get a sense of the plot of the film and where exactly the song will be placed."
"I'm not entirely clear on either. Let me get back to you."
Half an hour later, Zhu Zhen sent Fang Zhao an encrypted file that outlined the plot and where the third movement would be placed.
The document also listed the names of the production company and key investors as well as the main actors.
The credits would have meant nothing to someone outside the entertainment industry in Yanzhou. But anyone from Leizhou could tell from the names of the production company and investors that the film was a shameless ploy to promote a certain star. What wass funny was that, despite their corny story lines and shitty acting, films like this did OK at the box office. People usually bitched as they watched these movies online. They knew they were crap but they couldn't resist watching. Maybe it was a form of venting.
Fang Zhao spent an afternoon watching previous releases backed by the same production company and investors. He had his answer by sundown.
"I'll sign off on this. My only request is that the third movement only be used for the scene specified. There is no leeway on this. It can only be played then."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Pieces of crumpled up paper littered the floor. A small apartment measuring less than 400 sq feet, the only place he could call home. Sitting at his desk Alvin scrapped yet another idea from the thick notebook that he had grown used to writing in.
He couldn't understand why it was so hard to come up with just one good idea, maybe he just wasn't cut out for this industry. The thought was a bit humbling as he heaved out a big sigh.
He didn't know what had gotten into him or why he had decided to become a writer. Growing up reading and diving deep into novels had become a bit of a habit one that had stuck with him since even after he graduated. The only people who knew what he did for a living could be counted on one hand.
In fact no one knew that he wanted to become a writer not until that day he somehow submitted a short story for a competition and it got listed. Though he didn't get first place the memory of him taking the stage to take a photograph still replayed vividly in his mind.
He had won a special prize for most creative interpretation. The competition was one where writers had to create a fictional piece of work based on a theme. Staring at his front he could still see the plastic award he received that year, more than two years ago.
Since graduating he had slowly joined the workforce just like everybody else. While his job was nothing glamorous it still could be said to be a good job. Working as a clerk in a large department store his salary was stable and the hours were fixed just what he needed for his first job. It was the reason he was able to move out of his house that he shared with his brother and parents.
Everyone was happy especially his brother who was more than eager for him to move out quicker so he could change his room. Looking at the clock Alvin stared as the hands on its face which showed it was almost eight at night. His stomach made a funny noise reminding him that he hadn't eaten yet. He'd been too caught up trying to write down the ideas in his head after work that he had already forgotten.
Turning around he threw his clothes off his body as he bodly walked away naked to the bathroom. There was no one at home and really this was the only reason a guy would want to move out. Sometimes they just liked the freedom of being in the wild just like their ancestors in the past that had survived the cold and the heat hunting wearing only a slip of cloth.
The sound of water soon sounded in the background as Alvin opened the shower. The small bathroom did not have room for a bath, not that he needed one. Running the hot water over his body his mind continued to replay the scene in his mind, the one he had been writing about.
What was more exciting than the sound of wolves rustling in woods as they chased a person on their last breath. Writing that part had been fun, only halfway he had already lost the direction he had been planning to put onto paper. Did he want the character to die or just luckily escape?
A disgruntled mumbling emitted from the small bathroom among the steam that rose into the air. It was not long after that that Alvin came out with a towel draped over his body before putting the kettle to boil in the open kitchen of his apartment.
Nothing could beat the taste of a packet of noodles on an empty stomach at least not the way he made it. Some chopped spring onions and two poached eggs was everything he needed to finish the simple but tasty meal.
Finishing putting his clothes on, the slumped figure of a young man sitting in front of a table could be seen. The constant sounds of slurping making anyone listening hungry, especially the sight of the yellow liquid that spread over the clean broth noodles mixed with the pungent smell of spring onions. Absolutely delicious!
Finishing his meal Alvin walked back to the lonely desk where he would spend most of his time 'working'. As an aspiring writer he knew that practise was the only way he could survive the cruel road to the top. Hours passed as a slumped body finally fell asleep on the table, water quietly pooling out of his mouth as his saliva created a small water bed.
Unfortunately that night was the last night that Alvin would ever spend on Earth. Outside the room the sky continued to rain bringing a downpour that lasted more than a few hours. Unusual but nothing that drew more than a brief mention on the news. However it was not an ordinary night, all over the world many strange things happened including hail in the desert.
Overnight thousands and thousands of people continued their lives only to realise too late that they would never wake up again. Nobody knew the reason for it and scientists after who studied the phenomenon could only conclude that only a small portion of the human population had been affected their state no different than a person in a coma. However this was far from the truth, sometimes could not be explained through science after all.
A blinding light seemed to approach him as Alvin struggled to open his eyes, his head still stuck in the clouds as he wondered if he had forgotten to turn off the lights again in his room. Still a dawning realisation soon displaced this thought as he found himself facing a thing he could never have expected.
A long tentacle of light that was see through reached out to wrap his body as it slowly brought him closer and closer to the middle of the room where a strange thing was happening. Glancing around him he could see he was not the only person in the room in fact hundreds if not thousands of tenctacles like the one that wrapped around him struggled with bodies like him. 
It was only now that he could hear the muffled voices of those around him as they tried to escape the same scene. His mind remained blank and only one thought kept replaying inside, he had to escape!
Activated by fear his mind seemed to turn quicker than normal as he tried to figure out a way out of his current situation. That was also the moment he remembered that he had one way left, his hands moved quickly to try and reach his pocket as he struggled to take out a pen he always carried with him. 
A desparate glow appeared in Alvin's eyes as he stabbed down at the tentacle that was wrapped around his body. The consequence of his action seemed to have little effect, nothing more than a pebble thrown into the sea. 
For the first time in his life Alvin had an abnormal thought, he didn't want to end up as food for the monster that was dragging him closer and closer to the center of the room.
His eyes stared at the pen in his hands that had gone through the tentacle of light without any result. The struggle of wanting to live and dying a strange death played in his mind. Without turning back, he decisively stabbed the pen towards his neck.

By some miraculous twist of fate a failed writer finds himself in a world he never expected to exist. However he has a system? And he is in a baby's body!? 

What is exactly going on?

Hu Yue felt that now that the interview had entered this stage, it was time to raise the bar for one's thinking and imagination! 
For such a talented designer like Boss Pei, he must not have had it smooth-sailing all the time. If not, how could he have been able to so accurately describe a content creator's predicament in Game Designer, resonating with so many? 
However, Ma Yiqun scratched at the hairs on his head, "I don't think so."
"Ah?" Hu Yue was shocked.
Ma Yiqun said, "As far as I know, Boss Pei has not seemed to have experienced any setbacks; he has always been rather smooth-sailing…
"The Lonely Desert Road, Ghost General, Ocean Stronghold, and Game Designer… Boss Pei had only done these four games, and all of them have been a roaring success.
"So if you ask me if Boss Pei had actually managed to design this game because he resonated with it, I am actually not very sure. However, I am very sure that other designers and developers have experienced those trials and tribulations…
"While Boss Pei hasn't."
Hu Yue, "…"
Was this what a genius was like?
Just like those admirable and great reformers in history. Although they were in high positions and had smooth-going lives, they had actually managed to feel the pain and agony the lower strata of society felt.
This was a very powerful quality!
"One last question…
"The short video series Boss Pei's Daily Life that had gained popularity on the internet; it seemed to have used some of Tengda Games' material. Could I ask if Tengda had collaborated with this short video series on this?"
Ma Yiqun nodded. "En, actually all this could be found out if you investigated. Boss Pei's Daily Life is a production of Fei Huang Workspace while Fei Huang Workspace is Tengda's subsidiary."
Hu Yue's eyes lit up.
"No wonder! That means that one of the reasons why this short video series had gained in fame has to do with the fact that it adapts some of Boss Pei's personal life experiences, right?"
Ma Yiqun hesitated, "I'm sorry; I can't comment on this. I might actually divulge some information regarding Boss Pei.
"Boss Pei is a very low-profile person. He hopes that gamers could pay more attention to the games that he creates; he doesn't want them to chase him like fans go after their idols. He doesn't want them to lose objectivity regarding his games."
Although she didn't get the answer she wanted, Hu Yue wasn't angry; she actually smiled. Although she did not have cold, hard statistics; this had all in all been a rather extraordinary interview!
Indeed, only with such special employees—such a special boss—could they have created such a special game, right?
…
Amusement Times, Jingzhou City division…
Although it was a games media company that the entire country knew about—as the Amusement Times' Jingzhou City division was just a normal worksite, its set-up was rather normal. Only three journalists, two editors, and a chief editor were stationed here. 
Even its office was in a co-working space. The editor looked at the draft Hu Yue had sent as he was stunned. "Little Hu, you are a veteran journalist; why is it you have submitted just a piece…?
"Without a source, without pictures and footage, without other supporting evidence. You also can't even divulge a little about the target of the interview? We are not some road-side small media outlet. This piece… even if I gave the go-ahead, the chief editor wouldn't…"
This editor was now nursing a headache. Hu Yue had just wanted to explain when the chief editor Brother Zhao had already rushed over. "Little Hu, are you done with the draft?"
The editor hurriedly handed the draft to the chief editor. 
"Brother Zhao, this draft…"
She hadn't even finished speaking when the chief editor slapped his thigh and said, "Good! Great job, Little Hu!"
The editor, "…"
Brother Zhao hurriedly read the news' draft. "Little Hu, you are really good at adapting and striking the iron when it's hot; you deserve commendation! All the domestic players in the country now are very curious about Tengda. Although this piece might not be that substantiated, I trust in Little Hu's professional integrity; the reliability is rather high!
"Let's get a move on this and release it to create a new hot topic. Who knows? We might be able to hold our heads high up to headquarters after this!
"Let's release this as it is!"
…
Two days later, a news article appeared on Amusement Times's official site. It soon was carried by all the established games media outlets!
Getting a closer look at the mysterious Tengda Games: the domestic games industry Utopia! 
Hu Yue's piece had not mentioned Ma Yiqun even once; she did not even state she had interviewed a Tengda employee. She had started her piece by referencing the very popular Game Designer and Boss Pei's Daily Life before diving into all the content Ma Yiqun had provided her!
"Accompanying the game called The Lonely Desert Road, Tengda's name had steadily become well-known among the domestic gaming community.
"In less than a year, Tengda Games had consecutively released four games. They were a standalone game, a card game, an FPS game, and a standalone metagame. Tengda Games had used a powerful and unconstrained imagination and a bold creative spirit to win the praises of official games platforms. It is now seen as the new standard-bearer for the domestic games industry!
"Today, Amusement Times will help everyone unveil the mysterious Tengda Games; to let everyone have a peek at this up-and-coming games company!" 
… 
"In any case, Tengda Games is a company that has a strict requirement for new employees; it also dares to be bold in using new hires. It is a company that dares to innovate and also one that emphasizes the importance of imparting skills and knowledge.
"As Tengda's chief creator and lead designer—the Boss Pei in Boss Pei's Daily Life, not only does he have a calling for designing but is also extremely adept at game publicity. He has a unique charisma that attracts countless talent to him, wanting to work with him.
"However, he is also a lonely prodigy. His understanding surpasses our generation. Hence, he is always misunderstood by people.
"He treats his employees generously while he is rather thrifty himself.
"This place… is where dreams take off; this is Tengda Games, the Utopia of the domestic games industry!"
…
Not long after this article was released, all established media outlets started to carry and forward it! This actually was a little unprofessional; after all, this piece wasn't substantiated. It did not have a source, any pictures; it didn't even have any supporting evidence.
This was a standard 'article without substantiation'. However, all the media outlets were still furiously forwarding and carrying this piece. Furthermore, netizens also started to comment and debate this!
The crux was that any piece on Tengda was very rare!
Since Ghost General and Ocean Stronghold, Tengda was already considered a rather famous game developer. However, a veil of secrecy enshrouded the company, and it had never appeared clearly in front of players before.
In the eyes of many insiders in the industry, this company called Tengda was also full of mysteries. Even many Jingzhou City-based games companies knew nothing about this company.
Although this was an article without any pictures and just words—as Amusement Times was after all a known games media outlet domestically, it had a certain amount of reliability to it. That was how this article had exploded!
"It is praising Tengda nonstop! It feels as if this mysterious boss of Tengda had become the hope of the domestic games industry. Could it be that Amusement Times had also started to do sponsored partnerships?"
"That can't be. If it was a sponsored partnership, why don't they put some pictures or other things? This ambiguous writing… it doesn't seem like a sponsored partnership, right?"
"Why are you guys concerned about this? We should debate the reliability of this article, right? Which industry big boss that knows something can confirm how much of this is true?"
"I think that the phrase 'his understanding surpasses our generation' is a little exaggerating; as for 'treats his employees generously while he is rather thrifty himself', I don't believe this!"
"However, to say that Game Designer surpassed our generation; that isn't wrong, right?"
"I am a Tengda internal employee; I can verify that these are all true!"
"I am the boss of a dumpling shop across the street from Tengda. Tengda employees always come to my shop to eat dumplings. I can confirm that these are true!"
"I am the security guard of the office building next to the one Tengda is in; I can verify this as well!"
"I'll give you guys a nugget; have you guys seen Boss Pei's Daily Life? That's right, the person acting as Boss Pei is actually the real boss of Tengda!"
"Why is the acting in Boss Pei's Daily Life so good? That's because the boss himself is acting in it!"
"This is getting a little absurd. You sucky netizens are letting your mouths run wild! I don't believe Tengda's boss is so young." 
"That's right. This seems to be an insult to my intelligence!"
"However, most of the things in the article are probably real; I'll go and take a look at Boss Pei's Daily Life again!"
"I'll go to Boss Pei's Daily Life's video page and publicize Game Designer; everyone, remember to tag along and press on the like button!"


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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For Tan Yuechun, their breakup was a pity as well.
If these two get married, she would become relatives with the Bai Family; such relatives were scarce!
In face of her questioning, what could Xiang Wan say to her?
She lowered her head and answered her queries occasionally, but she never got to the point.
Tan Yuechun was running out of patience.
"I'm your aunt, related by blood. Do you think I'll do you harm?"
Xiang Wan looked up. "Youngest aunt, I don't mean that."
"Then why don't you tell me the reason for the breakup?" Tan Yuechun wanted to help. "I can help you analyze how to get Bai Muchuan back!"
Xiang Wan then kept quiet. "…"
She looked at her youngest aunt but did not say a word.
Everyone was so anxious and nervous when she finally replied.
"I don't have the intention of having him back!"
"…"
The three Tan sisters had presumed that by coming back to Jin City so suddenly, Xiang Wan must have been dumped.
They didn't expect that Xiang Wan did not have the intention of getting back together after trying to unravel the reason for their breakup.
"You youngsters are too headstrong! Everyone wanted to be a princess, but there really aren't many princesses! How can you expect your boyfriend to dote on you and pamper you when you have nothing and yet not willing to do something for him! Why did he have to do all these for you, huh?"
Tan Yuechun's domineering ways was at work.
She was enraged and anxious as she gave Xiang Wan an earful.
Finally, Xiang Wan couldn't take it anymore.
"… Youngest aunt," said Xiang Wan, who looked at her in all seriousness, "both of us can't get along because of our personalities. We didn't let each other down and didn't have anyone else either. It's simply because we just couldn't stay together anymore."
"Couldn't stay together anymore?" Tan Yuechun sneered. "Then who else can tolerate your character?"
"…" What else could Xiang Wan say?
"Just look at you! You've written all these novels but you're no different from a handicap. Why is that so if you ask? Let me tell you then. You don't understand society, you don't know how to socialize, and you stayed indoors all day long. Besides staying at home to play games, watch dramas, play with your mobile phone, and write your novel… what else can you do? How would you get to know good men like this? Xiang Wan, let me tell you, if you continue to live like this, you'll stay single all your life! Hurry and quit being a web novelist then get a proper job."
It was the same old preaching again.
There was nothing new.
So being a web novelist became "internet addiction" in her eyes.
Xiang Wan knew she could not change her youngest aunt's mindset, and she couldn't be bothered to do so as well.
Fang Yuanyuan, on the other hand, seemed like she was unable to take it anymore.
"Youngest aunt!" she gasped, "you're wrong! Being a web novelist is not an inferior profession. Rather, it's a job that has advanced culturally… Its prosperity relies on the rapid development of smartphones in this electronic age. It also carries the direction of the future of the online literature industry. This is actually an inevitable change that provides convenience for a fragmented reading experience for everyone…"
"Shut your mouth up! You should use such formal speeches when you write your summary." Tan Yuechun interrupted and stared at her while pointing her finger at Fang Yuanyuan. "I haven't reprimanded you yet! You should do some soul searching!"
"…"
Oh my!
She forgot that she was also a "target" to get a dressing-down from her youngest aunt.
Fang Yuanyuan wished to defend Xiang Wan, but her neck had shrunk back in realization.
She only wished that their youngest aunt would forget about her now…
However, to her disappointment, she had successfully obtained their youngest aunt's attention.
Basically, Tan Yuechun had said all she could to Xiang Wan, and she started to berate Fang Yuanyuan.
Fang Yuanyuan took a glance at Xiang Wan.
Both cousins suffered a tongue-lashing!
And they could only bear with it!
…
This "family meeting" lasted for more than an hour.
Xiang Wan and Fang Yuanyuan behaved like a rat hiding in their hole. They would only listen but not talk back nor say anything else.
Of course, they would also keep each other's secret safe…
When they left their youngest aunt's house after dinner, Xiang Wan's head was about to explode.
"Gosh, youngest aunt can really preach!" Fang Yuanyuan hugged her head when she sat inside the cab. "I almost went crazy! I feel like I've done something unpardonable…"
This did not bother Xiang Wan. "So you won't be getting married?"
"Of course I will! I'm so excited!" Fang Yuanyuan grinned happily. "I'm even a little curious about how youngest aunt will look like when she knew what I did!"
"… Are you a masochist or something?"
"It's not that! I just have a feeling that youngest aunt belonged to the sharp-tongued but soft-hearted type. Just let her nag and preach… and that's all there is to it."
Xiang Wan just grunted a laugh.
What Fang Yuanyuan said was not entirely wrong.
Just that it was not fully correct either!
Everybody had their own views on a problem.
She need not concur or object to it.
Xiang Wan thought she had attained the highest level of open-mindedness!
She lived her life quietly, waiting for the Annual Award Ceremony which would be held in January to arrive, as well as waiting calmly for an impending storm.
However, contrary to her expectations, the storm did not arrive.
One week had passed.
And another week had passed.
The mastermind she had expected to show up did not appear nor made a move at all.
It felt as if life had gone back to her original track.
Besides updating a little more everyday and that her royalties increased a little, there was hardly any changes in her life.
D*rn!
So—Bai Muchuan was actually the real target and not her after all?
It was understandable. She was just a web novelist, and that was all she was.
After she left him, the mastermind couldn't even be bothered with her.
So will I really be safe and sound now? She asked herself.
Xiang Wan did not know if she should be happy or troubled.
Although what should have come did not arrive, she received something unexpected as well.
For the past two weeks, she received 10 gifts from Second Young Master Mu…
When she did a simple calculation, it amounted to approximately 100,000 yuan.
That pushed her novel all the way to being rank one for the most gifts received. Not only that, but her novel was also slowly making its way up in various ranking categories which made her get more readers in return. Many new readers who liked "Murder The Dream Guy" also joined their reader chat group with the joint efforts of Yuan Qianqian, Huangpu, and other moderators. As a result, the expanding reader chat group gradually transformed into her very own fan base that encouraged and cheered her on…
During this process, Xiang Wan also gained a few wealthy fans.
"Mei Baobao,""Quanquan,""Xiao'er," et cetera…
They were generous. Not only were they wealthy, but they were also very good-looking. For a moment, Xiang Wan was a little overwhelmed…
The love of these good-looking readers made her a little flattered, happy, but also frightened at the same time.
She was worried that she didn't do a good job and let everyone down…
Losing something that one had was far more painful when one never had it!
Therefore, she started to have greater expectations on her work and created a miracle for her works—
During that period, her chapters totaled over 10,000 words daily!
And, she updated every single day!
All of her energy went into her writing career.
Even when she was in the toilet, she would think about her plot.
As time went by, sometimes, she would even forget about the mysterious manipulator behind-the-scenes…
With the support of Second Young Master Mu and a group of wealthy fans, Xiang Wan's "Murder The Dream Guy" finally welcomed some great changes!
Her novel got into Top Ten in the subscriber ranking and even the monthly ranking. She started to stand out amongst her circle of authors…
The danger she had been expecting did not arrive.
However, an online war had arrived quietly and suddenly.
Xiang Wan was totally unprepared.
…
Votes.
Votes.
And more votes.
Vicious competition in the ranking charts.
Xiang Wan was as if suddenly got splashed by a bucket of cold water.
In the online literature industry, it was very common for fans to vote and gift their favorite authors. There were also fans that would spend a lot of money just to get their favorite novel or author to have a higher rank. It was an act that proved the author or the novel was well-liked. Frankly, it was supposed to be a good thing.
This was because, although this was pretty much a positive thing, it could also invite a lot of hatred.
Every industry had competition. That also applied to the online literature industry.
Competitions were one of the most merciless and brutal among social relations.
Most people would feel that authors in the same website should get along better but the ranking wars proved that it was usually the most intense fighting amongst themselves…
…
The December that year passed by quickly.
Jin City's cold winter seemed to have just arrived, and Xiang Wan's birthday was around the corner.
It was a really special day—11th of January.
In the past, Xiang Wan always joked that her birthday might be a sign that she would stay single all her life.
When they stepped into the New Year, she found herself stepping on incidents that had nothing to do with love—
In order to prepare a birthday surprise for Xiang Wan, her fans registered many alternate accounts that had names starting with "Happy Birthday to Xiang Gongzi" followed by "001, 002, 003…" and so on. Her fans topped up these accounts with real money and subscribed to her novel. Not only that, but they also gave all of their monthly votes to "Murder The Dream Guy"…
That really attracted eyeballs.
Xiang Wan's birthday was on the 11th.
However, starting from the 1st of January, she had already received the surprise they had prepared for her.
Well, it was more of a shock actually!
The night before, Xiang Wan was so engrossed with reading a very exciting novel that she stayed up till 4:00 a.m.
When she woke up the next day, it was almost noon.
Fang Yuanyuan had gone to work early in the morning.
She was yawning while scrolling through her social apps and was dumbstruck at what she saw!
"Congratulations to 'Murder The Dream Guy' for coming in first in the monthly ranking!"
First place in the monthly ranking?

First place!?
For quite a while, her novel had been taking second place.
There were fans who would tease her that "Xiang Gongzi" was "Forever Number Two". She actually felt proud about it and even had a thought that if she could hog the second place forever, she would wake up with a smile every day.
In her heart, she was a little in awe of the author that had been taking the first place for as long as she could remember!
When she just started out being a web novelist, the author above her was already a well-known figure across the platform!
Like many newcomers to the industry, Xiang Wan had sincerely liked her a lot before.
In all aspects, she did not think that she had the ability to compete for first place. She had never thought of taking the first place as well…
In Wen Quan Book Treasury, there were many female authors who were great in their writing and had really creative plots. Xiang Wan felt that she was already extremely glad and honored to come in second. The thought of competing for the first place had never crossed her mind.
Hence, when she realized that her novel was now number one, she broke out in a cold sweat instead and quickly went to her reader chat group.
"My dear readers, what happened?"
"Haha! Are you surprised and happy?"
"… I'm a little shocked!" Xiang Wan spoke her mind.
"Don't be a wuss! This is the birthday gift that everyone prepared for you. We'll help you take first place for once!"
"Don't, don't, don't, my dear readers! Number two is especially suitable for me! Everyone, please don't spend anymore money on me…"
"Just keep quiet! Your mission is to write us a good story! Let us worry about all other things!"
She was moved.
These people had nothing to do with her. 
They were simply acquaintances in the vast sea of people.
Yet these lovely fans of hers seemed to give her more love than her own family.
Understanding, encouragement, and warmth… These were something Xiang Wan seldom received.
She grew up in a lonely environment.
Thus, she treasured and wanted to uphold the love she received from her fans.
Nevertheless, Xiang Wan had an ominous feeling about this birthday surprise.
She had a very strong feeling about it.
And that feeling came true in no time!
The top female author of the platform and her huge fan base came crashing down on her!
They had pieces of evidence.
Those alternate accounts with the name "Happy Birthday to Xiang Gongzi" were their evidence.
The top female author's fan base made mean and nasty remarks that an unknown author like Xiang Wan actually had the audacity to fight for first place in the monthly rank against their beloved top author. They dissed Xiang Wan of being overconfident, overambitious, and wanted to take over the position of the top author in Wen Quan. They claimed that such behavior should be condemned and issued a declaration of "war" that they would fight right to the end…
The internet was like an arena.
Even though Xiang Wan did not have as many fans as the top author, she still had her fair share of some loyal fans.
Every human had a mouth, so when her fans saw those demeaning comments, it was only normal for them to retaliate.
In any industry, relationships between people were always complicated.
Their fans were like a fish fighting in a pond; there were also several fishes that wanted to make the water as muddy and chaotic as possible…
It was a mess!
A mess that started to go out of control!
At this time, the top author contacted Xiang Wan and warned her.
She told Xiang Wan sternly that she was not an author who wrote novels because of money and that ranking was not important to her. However, such vicious acts to fight for the first place extremely disgusted her!
For Xiang Wan who was still in the stage of writing "for money", she did not understand how the top author felt about writing since she need not worry about money. Xiang Wan was also unsure if fighting for ranking was a good thing or a bad thing. The only thing she was quite sure of was that she felt a little apologetic on this matter.
Hence, she explained seriously and apologized to that top author.
"My readers wanted to celebrate my birthday and make me happy…"
Authors preferred a quiet environment. No one would want to quarrel with their peers unless it was the last straw.
However, with the way things had developed, it had turned out to something that they could no longer control. 
The "war" between the fans was still ongoing—
The top author had an enormous amount of fans with a younger age group. Majority of them behaved like warriors while they defended their beloved author. In contrast, most of Xiang Wan's readers had a family and a career; they knew the ways of society and adopted a more cautious approach toward making online comments and remarks. Some of them were not even bothered by it and ignored the "war". Hence, she had no advantage regarding such online "wars".
Xiang Wan would never ask her readers to go online and defend her.
Although most of her readers did not like to quarrel, they would spend money on her novel willingly.
They might not have engaged in online arguments, but they showed their prowess through the ranking!
The ranking battle was intense.
The silent majority was also enjoying watching the ranking drama between the two authors.
Those who added fuel to the fire was far greater than those who helped to put out the fire.
The incident was gaining so much attention that the entire platform was watching it.
It seemed that the attention on her had exceeded the drama she had suffered that time when Xiang Wan's novel gained a lot of attention because of the 720 case…
Xiang Wan could only let out a bitter laugh!
These sensational bickering and arguments were exactly the ingredients the mass public loved!
Every day when she opened her eyes, she would receive all kinds of consolation and gossip across the social apps. She had a feeling that this incident had detached her from the real world.
She felt miserable.
However, she couldn't complain.
While handling all this mess, her birthday finally arrived.
11th of January.
This day was destined to be a special day—
Many years later, Xiang Wan still felt that it was an unforgettable day whenever she thought of it.
Because on this very day…
Many peoples' fate had taken a twist—
…


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
...........
Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

The battle between Feng Yun website and Zhong Dian website had attracted the attention of the entire online novel industry.
Previously, the meteor-like rise of Zhong Dian website had already been seen as a miracle by everyone. Now that Feng Yun website was growing much stronger, these few days, everyone, including novel writers, was paying attention to which party would win and which would lose.
In Zhong Dian website's Great Gods group chat.
Dark Dragon of the Universe: "I really don't know what the results of this battle would be. This set of consecutive attacks from Feng Yun side is too strong, I really don't have any ideas on how to handle it. If worst comes to worst, why don't we activate our readers and get them to just write some random stories to increase the volume?" 
Treasure Slayer: "What the heck, Young Master is such a good person, he's thrown in one million just in exchange for one contact detail. If he really loses, I won't be able to bear with this injustice. Why don't we specially write a chapter to scold them?"
Dark Dragon of the Universe: "Young Master doesn't want us to do that, in case people say we're creating hype over it. Sigh, why don't we wait for a while more? Young Master is always able to create miracles. Anyway, it's just these few days, we'll just have to wait…"
Treasure Slayer: "Alright, we can only do that. I'll wait for two more days, at most. And if things still don't get better, I'll activate all my fellow readers to write some random novels. At the very least, I have to do my best."
Dark Dragon of the Universe: "Mm, OK. By then, I'll activate some of them as well."
…
"Manager Zhang, currently Feng Yun website already has 1,000 more novels than us that are updated within three days." The secretary stared at the documents in his hands with his forehead brimming with sweat, as he anxiously said, "If we still don't think of a way, Young Master will lose the bet this time!"
"Sigh, the other party obviously has an expert with him, I don't have any good ideas now." Manager Zhang Wenyang rubbed his temples as he helplessly said, "They have practically blocked all our routes. We can't possibly learn from them and hold that so-called writing contest, right?"
"Yes, sigh, Luo Xue's incident is such a pity. Had we properly created hype using it, the effect would probably be much better than now…" Once he thought about how they might lose in the bet this time, the secretary's face was full of regret.
After all, Hong Dali was quite caring to the people around him.
Other than usually giving tips whenever he liked to, most importantly, Hong Dali's personality was also good. If he lost, who would be able to bear with it?
"Sigh, I'm not sure how Young Master thinks about this." Zhang Wenyang sighed. "Forget it, it's exactly because of this personality of his that makes us willing to work so hard for him. I'll go and ask Young Master's side again about what they're planning to do about this. If worse comes to worst, we'll do our best to develop the smartphone reading app. After all, that would mean that we've tried our very best."
"Yes." Speaking up to this point, someone suddenly frantically ran inside, and once he entered the room, he exclaimed, "Manager Zhang, good news, good news! Young Master's side has finally done something!"
"Really?!" Zhang Wenyang stood up at once and anxiously said, "What exactly is Young Master planning to do, quickly say it! So that we can do our best to cooperate over here as well!"
"Good news, very good news! This idea is just too great!" That person happily said, "The idea that came from Sister Xiaoyi's side is to sue Feng Yun website for making a pirated smartphone Feng Yun app! Pirated!"
"What the heck! This is good!" Zhang Wenyang ferociously clapped his hands. "Pirated, haha! Pirated! As long as there's concrete evidence, we'll be able to get rid of them with just one slap! Moreover, they'd still need to monetarily compensate us!"
Speaking up to this point, Zhang Wenyang violently slammed the table and said to the secretary in a stern voice, "Listen carefully! You know very well about how strict our nation is towards piracy, right? This time, it's a great opportunity for us to launch our ultimate counterattack! Throw in money, throw in lots of money into this! Go to the finance department at once to take 10 million, and find me the best team of lawyers! The best one! The greatest one! There mustn't be any mistakes!"
"OK! I'll go right away!" Upon hearing this, the secretary was greatly delighted. He was about to leave when he was stopped by Zhang Wenyang again. "Also, announce this piece of news! The wider the scope, the better! The more people who know about this, the better!"
"OK, I'll do it right away!"
…
Just when the various author group chats were paying attention to the battle this time, there was another huge and drastic twist that turned the tables around.
Zhong Dian website filed a complaint and sued Feng Yun website for making a pirated smartphone reading app. 
Once this piece of news was released, the entire online novel industry was shocked!
After all, in this world, Heavenly State placed extreme emphasis over copyright issues. After all, only by protecting the copyrights well could creativity be encouraged. If someone had a good idea and then a big company was to directly copy it and get rid of the original version, who would still go and start up a new project? Everyone could just wait to copy it from others.
On the online novel forum—
Author One: "Feng Yun website, don't you find yourselves too shameless? The other party thought of all ways and means before they managed to develop a smartphone reading app, and you can just copy it from them so casually. Ah, alright, don't you think you need to compensate for the money and time taken to develop it?"
Author Two: "Fight fight fight! Fight against Feng Yun website! It previously had the cheek to say that Zhong Dian website was using Luo Xue's incident to create hype. I think you are the fellows who don't have any bottom lines of morality. You actually pirated your reading app! Nice game you played there, taking things from others and making them your own because you can't make them yourself!"
Author Three: "Proud of joining Zhong Dian website, ashamed to associate myself with Feng Yun website!"
Author Four: "Aiya, if piracy is acceptable, then is it legal for me to plagiarize from other novels? What fundamental differences are there between piracy and copying? At least I don't discover any differences in them. They're all taking other people's things to use it as their own. Everyone, am I right?"
Now, the public opinion had all been diverted towards Zhong Dian website. If previously there were still people who doubted Hong Dali's motive regarding Luo Xue's incident, then once news of piracy appeared, all the authors became supportive of Hong Dali.
Knockoffs, pirated version, plagiarism—these were the most taboo topics in the online novel industry!
If a hard to come by book written had become popular, and then it was copied and plagiarized, nobody would feel good about it.
Thus, in the online novel industry, you could be immoral and resort to all tricks and means, but you definitely couldn't plagiarize or commit acts of piracy, or else you'd definitely be criticized by everyone! And it would definitely be impossible for you to survive in the online novel industry in the future.
Of course, when there was support, there would be objections as well.
At times, there would still be people speaking up for Feng Yun website. But once the topic was posted, it would be drowned amidst the strong waves of discussions.
…
In the various authors' group chats.
Everyone was paying attention to the results of the complaint this time. Countless authors commented countless times in their authors' group chats, and all the topics were revolving around the big case of the infringement of copyright by Feng Yun website this time.
Everyone was waiting, waiting for the final results. Hong Dali's supporters were anticipating that Hong Dali would win the final victory. And the authors at Feng Yun website were also looking forward to being able to get to know the final truth.
Knockoffs, piracy, plagiarism, these were all absolutely intolerable by online novel authors.
It was because, in this day and age, creativity was the king!
If a nation wanted to develop and progress, creativity was the most important.
If problems of piracy and plagiarism were not controlled, it would greatly affect the motivation of creative minds. Something that one had painstakingly created being copied by big companies just like that, and then they crushed and attacked the original version instead. Such a thing was scary just thinking about it.
…
In Zhong Dian website's Great Gods group chat.
Dark Dragon of the Universe: "What the heck, such a thing actually happened. I'd previously really never paid much attention to it. I didn't think about this, how could I neglect something so important?"
Treasure Slayer: "Hahaha, that group of idiots was so arrogant. This time, they've gotten into trouble, right? Damn it, this is called justice has long arms. Serves them right!"
Dark Dragon of the Universe: "Accordingly, the place where the court hearing will be conducted will be at our Tianjing Supreme People's Court. Are you going?"
Treasure Slayer: "Yes, of course I have to go! But should I activate the readers to come along as well?"
Dark Dragon of the Universe: "This… I suggest you don't. There's quite a lot of volatility regarding legal procedures. What if, I'm saying what if, Young Master loses the case?"
Treasure Slayer: "Mm, that's true. There were some changes in public opinion online again, and many people are saying that it's groundless accusations. But I think that since Young Master dares to file a complaint, he definitely has vital evidence. Or else he'd definitely not sue them just like that. How about this, let's go and find some good friends to go and take a look? The minimum level of similarity to be counted as piracy is 60%. I think that even if it doesn't reach this number, at least it won't deviate too much from it. This time, it will definitely impact Feng Yun website greatly!" 
Dark Dragon of the Universe: "Mm, makes sense! Then we'll go and activate our friends now. Those staying in Tianjing will all come over! Oh right, also, ask the authors at Feng Yun website that you know to contact the readers to come over as well!"
Treasure Slayer: "OK! I can do this!"
…
Feng Yun website headquarters building.
"Young Master," GM Liu's forehead brimmed with sweat as he said, "Our Feng Yun app has been sued by Zhong Dian website! They're suing us for piracy! Now, many books have stopped updating, and the authors clearly expressed that they would only update and continue writing their books after the results are out! If we lose in this case…"
"Idiot, what are you so scared for!" Ko Gohon ferociously said, "Back when we developed it, we only reproduced at most 51 to 52% of the source code. It has a very big difference from 60%. Damn it, do you think I wouldn't be aware of the copyright protection act? Look at how anxious you are, you can't even stay composed, how can you do big things?!"
"This… This… OK, I got it. Then Young Master, how should I make the arrangements?" GM Liu cautiously asked.
"Hire a team of lawyers, hire the best team of lawyers!" Ko Gohon stubbed out his cigarette. "How can we miss such a good opportunity?! We can take this opportunity to hit back and sue them for defamation!"
"OK, Young Master, I got it. I'll go right away!" GM Liu, soaked in sweat, went to make the arrangements.
"Uncle Kazuma, I've done alright with the arrangements this time, right?" After GM Liu had left, Ko Gohon cautiously observed Shiroishi Kazuma's expression and asked, "Do we need to do anything else?" 
"At the moment, it's fine. We don't need to do anything else." Shiroishi Kazuma closed his eyes and insipidly said, "Invite the best lawyer in our Jaban Empire over here. This time, we'll completely get rid of Hong Dali!"
"OK!"
…
Thus, after a night full of scheming, the next day, at 9:00 AM, the biggest copyright infringement case trial in the decade in Heavenly State started…


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


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