A young man dies on earth and gets a chance to reincarnate in One Piece!
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 obs: English is not my mother tongue and I know almost nothing English! translated with Google transl

The opening ceremony of the international book exhibition in Shanghai would be held at 10 o'clock in the morning.
Gun-Ho and President Jeong-Sook Shin walked out of Hilton Hotel and took a taxi heading to Nanjing Lu where the book exhibition would be held. The opening ceremony was to be held in the exhibition hall. When they arrived at their destination, Gun-Ho could see the banner on the platform saying 'Shanghai International Book Exhibition'.
Gun-Ho wrote his name on the guestbook in Korean before entering the exhibition; he wrote it as 'the owner of GH Media in Korea—Gun-Ho Goo'. When the female staff at the registration desk saw Gun-Ho's name on the guestbook, they laughed while looking at each other. Everyone wrote their names in Chinese, so maybe Gun-Ho's name in Korean seemed interesting and fun to look at.
The opening ceremony started with Shanghai City's deputy mayor's congratulatory message. After the deputy mayor delivered the message, people applauded. Seukang Li was sitting on a chair at the platform. Gun-Ho was sitting in an area where all other participants were found.
 
Gun-Ho and President Jeong-Sook Shin slowly walked around the exhibition; they were wearing a flower on their chest, which were given by the staff. The book exhibition was carrying all types of books from children's story books to cryptic philosophy books.
"Gun-Ho Goo."
Someone called Gun-Ho's name and Gun-Ho turned around. It was Seukang Li.
"Hey, I've been looking for you."
Gun-Ho introduced Seukang Li to President Jeong-Sook Shin.
"This is the director of the Shanghai's Bureau of cultural affairs, radio broadcasting, film, television, media, and arts."
President Jeong-Sook Shin extended her hand to Seukang Li for a handshake with a smile.
"Oh, you must be President Jeong-Sook Shin from GH Media. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"How did you know her name?"
Gun-Ho asked,
"I just saw it on the guestbook."
 
Seukang Li introduced other Chinese publishing companies' business owners to President Jeong-Sook Shin. China had a very stringent policy in approving the publishing business license, so most of the publishing companies in China were large companies. That contrasted with Korea's environment where there were many small publishing companies with only one or two employees. President Shin received tens of business cards from the Chinese business owners of publishing companies.
Seukang Li said to Gun-Ho in a low voice,
"Thank you, Gun-Ho. I told the publishing companies' owners that GH Media is a very popular publishing company in Korea. That's why they are pouring their business cards into President Shin. They want to make a connection with President Shin hoping that they can publish their book in the Korean market."
"I see."
"Guess what I told them."
"What did you tell them?"
"I told that the owner of that famous GH Media publishing company is my best friend."
"Haha. You didn't lie to them."
"Thank you so much, Gun-Ho. You and President Shin's presence means a lot to me and to this book exhibition."
"You're very welcome, Seukang Li. You must be very busy. You don't have to stay with us. I will look more around the exhibition with President Shin before we leave."
 
As Gun-Ho looked at the books displayed at the exhibition, he asked President Shin.
"There are tons of books here. Are you sure there is not even a single book you want to publish in Korea?"
"Well, there are several history books that are intriguing to me."
Gun-Ho then said,
"If you think we can sell even only their first edition, let's make a contract. If necessary, I will invest more funds in GH Media to give support."
"That won't be necessary, sir. GH Media has enough funds to handle those contracts now. I will make a contract for three history books then."
"When you do that, please tell them that Director Seukang Li of the Bureau of cultural affairs and media recommended those books to you and that that's why you decided to publish them in Korea."
"Haha. Understood, sir."
President Jeong-Sook Shin made a contract right away with the corresponding publishing company's staff, and she didn't forget to tell them that Seukang Li recommended the books.
"I am signing the contract because Shanghai City's Director Seukang Li strongly recommended it. I didn't even read the books yet."
"Oh, Shi Ma (Is it)?"
President Shin gave them a small amount of deposit as she signed the book contract and promised them to wire-transfer the remaining balance once she returned to Korea. Since President Shin couldn't speak Chinese, Gun-Ho interpreted for her during the contract signing. President Shin smiled and said,
"Hahaha. I feel like I am the owner of the business, and you are my employee since you are interpreting for me during my contract signing."
"Haha." Gun-Ho laughed.
 
Gun-Ho and President Shin were having a beverage while sitting on a chair when Min-Hyeok arrived at the book exhibition.
"Hey, Min-Hyeok!"
"I am sorry I am late."
"You have already met GH Media's President Jeong-Sook Shin, right?"
"Of course, I have. How are you, President Shin?"
As Min-Hyeok said hi to President Shin, President Shin gave him a slight nod of greeting with a smile.
"President Shin, you haven't been to our GH factory in China, have you?"
"No, I haven't."
"Why don't you visit us then? We are located in Suzhou City."
"Sure. I will."
"Oh, how did your visit to Qingdao City go?"
"It went well. I went there because of a product claim we received."
"A product claim?"
"Yes. One of our customer companies made a product claim. They said they received defective products from us, 10,000 of them. I was terrified, so I immediately visited their site to verify the defective products myself."
"Really? How is that possible? I can't believe that our factory manufactured 10,000 defective products. Our GH Mobile's former plant manager is there working in the factory with an advisory position. He wouldn't have let anything like that happen under his supervision."
"Right. I went there and confirmed that those defective products were not ours. Those products look exactly the same as ours, but I could tell that those are not ours by looking at the product identification mark."
"What a relief."
"The president of that customer company apologized to me, and he promised to increase the number of products they will order from us after returning all those defective products."
"That's very good."
"That's why I came late today. I came straight from the customer company."
"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, President Shin. We didn't forget your presence here with us. We didn't mean to exclude you from our conversation."
"No, no. Please don't mind me. It seems like you have a very important business to attend to."
"Min-Hyeok, you haven't looked around the book exhibition yet, right? Why don't you make a quick tour of the exhibition? We will be waiting for you here."
"Well… I'm not very interested in the book exhibition. I don't need to see it. Let's just go."
"But since you are here, why don't you just look at them quickly? It's a bit early for lunch anyway so we still have time."
"Nah. Maybe later. Let's just go out for lunch."
 
"Where is your father-in-law's art exhibition being held?"
"It's not far from here at all. It's around People's Park. I believe we can walk from here."
Gun-Ho Goo, Min-Hyeok Kim, and Jeong-Sook Shin, the three people went to the art exhibition. Since it was still morning, there were not many people.
At the entrance of the art exhibition, there was a banner saying 'Mr. Ding Feng's Landscapes Art Exhibition.'
When the three people entered the exhibition, the person who was sitting at the entrance stood up quickly. He might be wondering who these people were since Gun-Ho's party looked different from Chinese people. They dressed a bit more sophisticated and looked wealthy.

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.

In a cafe located in northern Hollywood, Eric and Michael were discussing about Jurassic Park in detail.
 
Eric had already successfully negotiated a dividend of 7% for the royalties fees. The negotiations encountered problems when it came to the movie and television copyrights.
 
Michael was an old fox of the publishing circle, there was no way he wouldn't be able to tell the potential this book would have once it were to be adapted into a screenplay. Eric didn't raise any objection to his share of the dividend and this made Michael feel that he was indeed very young and inexperienced, therefore he proposed that his The Night Elves publishing company handle the movie and television rights, while they would both share the profits.
 
Hearing Michael's proposal, Eric bluntly refused: "That's impossible, Mr. Klaus."
 
Michael Klaus was somewhat taken aback by Eric's decisive refusal, but he quickly composed himself and said: "Eric, listen to me, when the 20th Century Fox wanted to buy the movie and TV rights for the author I previously told you about, I was the one who negotiated with them and we made over one million in profits. If the issue had been handled by the author, he might not even have made 500,000 dollars, that's the difference between an individual and a publishing house."
 
The two of them kept discussing for more than ten minutes, Michael kept enticing Eric, even taking the initiative to lower his own share of the copyrights dividend.
 
In the end, Michael Klaus discovered to his disappointment that this kid was nothing like a greenhorn, he was more like a well-honed shark who had dipped into troubled waters for years. Although he wasn't that familiar with their publishing circle, he was able to make keen and accurate guesses about the ins and outs of the industry.
 
What made Michael even more surprised was that this young man was not like any impulsive youngster his age. Although he had discovered Michael's intentions, he did not bluntly point it out, but subtly implied that he had instead.
 
Michael smiled bitterly and finally gave up on the Jurassic Park movie and television copyrights.
 
The following negotiations went smoothly, and the both of them quickly signed a contract.
 
"Happy partnership Eric, you will definitely not regret letting me take care of Jurassic Park." After signing the contract, Michael went back to his gentle and docile demeanor, as if his astute and cunning earlier manners were nothing but an illusion.
 
"Happy partnership Michael, I also hope so."
 
The two of them shook hands, sat back down and started chatting when Eric casually brought up: "Michael, from your personal connections, is there anyone from a film company ?"
 
Michael's eyebrows jumped: "Of course ! Otherwise, how do you suppose I recommended that other novel to 20th Century Fox ? I also have several other connections in other film companies you know. When I was still working at Simon & Schuster I was once responsible for handling those things. That's why Eric, if you let The Night Elves handle the Jurassic Park's movie and TV rights, I can directly recommend your book to producers from six different companies."
 
Eric shook his head and said: "Let's not bring this issue up again, Michael. I won't give up the slightest bit of the Jurassic Park copyrights. Right now I am completing a script, and if possible, I hoped that you could help by recommending it."
 
Having his ignited hopes extinguished once again, Michael wasn't that interested in Eric's script, but out of politeness he patiently asked: "Could you tell me a bit about it ?"
 
"It goes like this," Eric reorganized his train of thoughts: "18 years ago, 17-year-old Mike O'Donnell will soon participate in the most important basketball game of his life. As long as he does well, he will get a scholarship and a clean pass to the Ivy League. However, before the start of the game, his girlfriend Scarlett tells him that she is pregnant. On his way to the stadium, Mike discards the basketball in his hands, and decides to shoulder his own responsibilities as he leaves the athletic field resolutely. 18 years later, time has passed and his glory has faded, Mike has become a middle-aged man full of regrets, and his marriage with Scarlet is on the verge of collapse…"
 
Eric didn't go into the details but briefly narrated the story. After witnessing Mr. and Mrs. Runkle's quarrel that day, he had immediately thought about the movie 17 Again. A 17 year-old body with the soul of a middle-aged man, wasn't this simply tailor-made for him ?
 
Michael Klaus' eyes became increasingly brighter, he very much liked Eric, he had just barely obtained Jurassic Park that this lad was giving him another pleasant surprise.
 
The travel in time type of movies had just been introduced a few years back and although their popularity was increasing, as of now, the market for them was pitifully sparse. Therefore as long as the movie was good, it would make a satisfying box office.
 
Not to mention the 1985 blockbuster Back To The Future, this year alone, two movies from the same genre had been very well received. One was 18 again, after being screened for two weeks, they had already made twice their initial budget. Another one that made it to the box office with a final benefit of over a hundred million dollars was BIG. This movie also made Penny Marshall into the first ever female director to have passed the hundred million mark in North America.
 
"It's a good story, Eric. But did you know that those kind of scripts are a dime a dozen nowadays ? Not even mentioning the fact that you're a bonafide unknown fledgling." In order to gain the upper hand during the negotiations, Michael put back on his cunning fox mask. He had just been wallowing in frustration thanks to the Jurassic Park movie and television copyrights negotiation, so this was his chance to make a comeback.
 
Eric smiled faintly, how could he not see through what Michael was thinking ? He stretched out five fingers and straightforwardly said: "50% commission !"
 
"What ?!" Michael was stunned.
 
Eric said: "Michael, you didn't mishear me, if the script sells successfully, I will give you 50% of the benefits as commission. However, I have a condition."
Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, Michael heard Eric's last sentence and sighed at how this little guy had him wrapped around his little finger.
 
"What is it ?"
 
"I want to star as the leading role, as young Mike O'Donnell."
 
"That's impossible." Michael immediately said: "Even the film director might not necessarily have the power to make decisions concerning the casting, not to mention you, a rookie writer."
 
"You know there is a saying, that man proposes and God disposes." Eric said: "Without giving it a shot, how would you know it's impossible ? Also, with BIG's release, the chances for it to happen went up a notch."
 
Michael Klaus was taken aback and he could not help but ask: "What does this have to do with BIG ?"
 
Eric casually stirred his cup of coffee with his spoon and replied: "I think that movie is likely to pass the hundred million dollars mark at the box office, and if I'm right, someone might consider taking a look at a script with the same genre and a storyline that does not lose out in the slightest."
 
Michael hadn't seen BIG, but he didn't doubt Eric's words and said: "Alright, Eric, I will try, so about the commission…"
 
"Michael, you greedy old man, look at you trying to get more out of this than I, the author himself !"
 
Michael scratched his nose in embarrassment: "Hey don't say that, even if you are to be cast as a rookie actor, your salary wouldn't be any less than 500,000$. When it comes to the script, it could already be considered good if we got 200,000$."
 
Although he said that, Michael didn't really raise the matter of the commission again. When they were about to part outside the coffee shop he suddenly said: "Actually, Eric, I can't help but think that you would truly suit the role of your script's lead. When we were discussing the contract, I felt like I was negotiating with those old foxes, not an 18-year-old high-school student."
 
Eric smiled: "Don't mind the details Michael, I'll give you the script in two days, I hope you'll be able to bring me some good news."

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

"That is the symbol of a top model. By then, you will be the top male model in China. Maybe you could become one of the top 100 men in the fashion world. You will have a place among beauties from all over the world."
She was really ambitious. Qin Guan had better watch out.
...
As she looked forward to the future, Sister Xue still didn’t forget her aim. There were two months left before the Oscars, but the promotional conferences of the films were being held one by one since January in Los Angeles.
There were also many different previews, negotiation banquets and press conferences among film companies and stars.
Qin Guan liked the weather in LA. It was winter, yet it was still warm in the city. Even the social tension caused by Iraq had been eased. People could feel a spring breeze coming.
Director Zhang Yimou had invested a lot in that conference. Right after New Year’s, he and Zhang Weining went to Hollywood.
As the Holy Land of the film industry, Hollywood, with its history of only tens of years, was a picturesque town.
Next to the small town were large film and TV studios, where many film production companies were gathered. They composed the big Hollywood family and contributed to the success of Los Angeles, the second largest city in the US.
The award ceremony would be held at the Kodak Theater (which had been renamed Hollywood & Highland). It would continue to be the site of the award ceremony in the future. Previously, the ceremony had been held at the TCL Chinese Theater and the Dolby Theater.
There were still several days left before the selection of the films. Qin Guan was not late to the event, but the promotional staff had already finished many exhibitions and exclusive preview meetings.
Qin Guan met Director Zhang and Producer Zhang instead of idling around Hollywood like a tourist.
Film promotion in 2003 actually meant explaining the concept of the film repeatedly to everyone involved. In fact, movie critics and LA-based distributing companies knew nothing about Chinese films.
What had attracted their attention was the famous Kung Fu Star, Li Lianjie, as well as the box office success of "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon".
 Qin Guan’s first task was to attend the last promotional meeting before the award ceremony, with the intention to find a powerful distributing company for the film. Otherwise, their investment would be in vain.
Qin Guan was wearing his customized Armani suit. The cunning, considerate brand had prepared in advance three ordinary formal suits to serve as standbys for the different banquets he would be attending in Hollywood.
Qin Guan followed Director Zhang. The middle-aged man was a Chinese guy who looked unexpectedly handsome in his western style suit.
It was a small-scale promoting conference, so only some distributing companies with purchasing intention had been invited. They would be negotiating about the final price that day.
 "Qin Guan, this is Sam, the distributing director of Miramax. Sam, this is Qin Guan, an actor in ‘Heroes’. He is a student at Columbia..."
Zhang Weining and Sam seemed to be familiar with each other.
Qin Guan smiled at Sam, "Hello, I’m Qin Guan. I am honored to be acting in a film of your company. Thank you for the opportunity..."
The old man was a typical cunning guy working in the American film industry. He shook Qin Guan's hand gently.
"Which film?"
Miramax had invested in plenty of films, including some with limited budget. It was a good method to attract an audience.
"Confessions of a Dangerous Mind."
"Wow! Well done, young man! An indie film!"
Although all companies were commercialized, they actually felt a deep respect for directors and actors devoting themselves to indie films.
Director Zhang was surprised. What? Qin Guan, a supporting actor in domestic commercial films, has become an indie film hero in the US in barely half a year? The world is changing really fast!
He scanned Qin Guan from head to toe. He seems elegant and graceful. Could he act in an indie film though?
He had forgotten about the concept of aestheticism in foreign indie films. Qin Guan, Sam and Zhang had a harmonious conversation. After the conference, they exchanged contact information through their lawyers.
The publishing rights in North America belonged to Miramax. The 25-million-dollar price made it the top Chinese film.
During the following negotiations, Sam even made a joke. "Shall we change the name to ‘Zhang Yimou: Heroes’?"
They all looked into the further promotion of the film. The next day, Qin Guan returned to New York, while his babysitter left for Los Angeles, the supreme headquarters of the film circle.
She worked in Hollywood like a duck in the water. Thanks to Zhang, she got all kinds of invitations to different banquets.
Warm Southern California was far away. Qin Guan began to take exams as soon as he returned to New York.
It was worse to take the exams in New York, because of the high prices of the US. Considering this was the location of Wall Street, the competition was especially fierce there.
The application fee in the state of New York was 220 dollars, while in western parts of the country it was only 25 dollars. The exams also cost 650 dollars. Along with the fee for educational background certificates, Qin Guan spent 1,000 dollars in total.
That was pure discrimination. There were also poor people living in New York. Qin Guan could afford the cost, but he didn’t have much free time to study for the exams.
The CPA certificates were of high value, but time was just as valuable.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Actually, Meng Fan forgot something too. His stream.
The earliest group of fickle netizens had come to his stream for drawing. Then, most of them turned out to be manga lovers, who made up a large group of potential consumers.
He thought about it and decided 50,000 was not a lot, and there was no need for him to think of ways to buy it himself.
The biggest problem now with completing the [Professional Manga Artist] task was the lack of content. It took 11 chapters to be updated to make up one volume.
"8 chapters!"
Meng Fan flipped through the volume and the script Mr.Sleepy had sent him. Although publishing 8 chapters in the first volume wasn't a great move; one should at least publish 9 chapters to have a complete story; Meng Fan didn't have time to worry about this. They did this so they could publish more single volumes.
Of course, the premise is that the number of pages in the first 8 chapters were enough to support a single copy.
"8 Chapters?"
Mr.Sleepy was familiar with the content... and had no objections to this at all. He actually chuckled as he responded to Meng Fan, "I think it's great! Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 should be very connected, so that once they finish reading chapter 8… Hahaha this cliffhanger, it's a killer! I like it!"
Meng Fan was speechless. He didn't think that's how Mr.Sleepy would interpret this.
It made sense. His favorite thing on earth was cliffhangers. And he left you hanging for days, too. He'd been cursed and scolded as a "cliffhanger dog". After all, he graduated from the cliffhanger class, so his brain must be fragmented too!
"Then it's set. I'll go place the order now."
Mr.Sleepy hung up.
Place an order?
These wealthy people were so different from us mortals. Even the tone of his voice had substance.
The issue with the publishing house had been resolved, and Meng Fan felt no matter how well the first volume sold, good or bad, they'd have no difficulty continuing publications in the future. Even if the sales volumes will decrease in the future, it was enough for the first few publications to sell 100,000 copies.
The System didn't specify how many sales each volume had to make; it only said the total sales had to reach 100,000.
Turns out, this was indeed the case.
The [Professional Manga Artist] task was at 1/10 experience points. The 1 had come from the first volume publication of "Guide to Campus RoMANce".
As for why the sales count was 0... This was because all of the single copies of "Guide to Campus RoMANce" had been gifted by Meng Fan after he printed them. He didn't go through any sales channels, so the System refused him the experience.
Now that "Guide to Campus RoMANce" had updated to chapter 12 or so, he could think about publishing the second volume, regardless if they planned to sell or not.
Meng Fan decided to find Qin Jiao again the next day to publish this manga since she'd helped him last time with her connections.
"No problem." Qin Jiao then asked, "My studio has a slot for a single volume publication, so you can just deliver it. Are you going to pay for it yourself again?"
This time, Meng Fan wasn't in a rush. Moreover, he could leave everything to the publishers to deal with it. He had to use the sales channels somehow; even a little bit counts.
And "Guide to Campus RoMANce" was very popular too; people might actually buy it.
"Let's go."
Qin Jiao asked Meng Fan to wait while she drove the car out.
"Where? The publisher?"
"The studio! Even if you're just a shopkeeper, you should meet your employees!"
Shortly after, they arrived at the XiZi cultural center's front gate. Meng Fan saw the Da Mei studio sign as soon as he stepped out of the car and walked towards it. He stepped in there to take a look and paused for a moment. The interior and exterior of the studio were from two different worlds!
Renovations?
It's only been a few days, there's no way they could have renovated in such a short time! The place also didn't need much renovations either. Such a big change could only be caused by decor.
Brand new office furniture, potted plants, small accessories, equipment... it looked simple, but gave you a culturally rich and creative feeling. It was a vibrant studio, full of life.
"Professor Qin, Meng boss."
There were already people in the studio and had gotten up to greet Qin Jiao and Meng Fan. they were all either alumni or current students from the academy. They also knew Meng Fan and were aware that he was one of the shareholders of this studio. They didn't know what to call him, so they followed his netizens.
At first, everyone was curious why Qin Jiao decided and opened a studio with Meng Fan. Although they still don't know why it didn't prevent them from respecting Meng Fan.
They knew he was incredibly talented at manga, and illustrations as well, and the manga adaptation he'd been working on was top-notch in the industry. On top of that, he was a talented sand artist too. 
"Hello everyone."
Meng Fan saw that there were already a dozen people there, some whom he recognized as well. Seeing Zhang Zhou Wei was there as well, he paused for a while once again. "What are you doing here?"
Zhang Zhou Wei smiled bitterly and pointed towards Wang Ya Nan, who was just coming down from upstairs. "Ya Nan is a member of the studio, I was dragged here to be used as free labor."
Meng Fan was satisfied by this answer as it made sense. Zhang Zhou Wei was way too lazy a person to come out and do labor for free. Only Ya Nan could order him to move a bit.
Everyone says that one thing leads to another, and Meng Fan felt Zhang Zhou Wei could be considered very lucky. With Wang Ya Nan to restrain him, he was able to improve as a person. Despite that, he was still managing to find ways to slack off.
Qin Jiao introduced all the members to Meng Fan, then clapped her hands. "At the moment, our studio's biggest job is illustrations. On this, your Meng boss has good experience, so let's invite Meng boss to share with us his knowledge."
As she spoke, she began to drag Meng Fan into the conference room.
Was Meng Fan just there to meet the employees?
That'd be overestimating how good of a person Qin Jiao was.
Qin Jiao had not only prepared a conference room for him, but she'd provided a PPT presentation as well. The content consisted entirely of Meng Fan's hand-drawn illustrations and posters for the different movie production companies.
On the topic of Meng Fan's hand-drawn posters, everyone was ecstatic to listen. His art was too good! 
At the moment, Meng Fan had finished hand-drawn posters for almost a dozen film crews. The presentation was already at the 5th group's commission, and each poster was regarded as a top tier industrial standard. His drawing skills and creativity were also top-notch.
The earliest job had been introduced to Meng Fan by Qin Jiao, so naturally, she'd been following all the news regarding these jobs. Plus, now that their studio was formed, she'd be even more focused on this industry.
He didn't care if it made money or not, but the employees did.
Hand-drawn posters for film crews are a popular job in this industry. With Meng Fan's invisible touch, Qin Jiao now felt that it wasn't impossible to expand their illustration business into hand-drawn posters. They didn't need Meng Fan to draw all of them, but they did need his guidance.
He can't teach with such incredible drawing skills? Impossible.
Although his attributes were a great help, he still relied on real skills. Like a herded duck, Meng Fan gathered his words and entered the role very quickly. For the entire hour, he provided only knowledge and experience, benefitting the studio members greatly.
Qin Jiao, who'd been listening on the side, continuously nodded again and again. When Meng Fan finally finished, she raised her hand with a smile on her face. "Meng boss, can you explain your experience in getting these commissions? Our studio's current business volume is a bit behind!"
She'd even used the formal term of 'you'! She wasn't asking for experience, she was straight up asking for commissions alright!
Meng Fan took out his phone and pulled Mr.Sleepy, FlatHeadBro, and everyone he'd collaborated with from the web novel industry into a WeChat group. He then messaged them. "I've set up a studio and we're currently looking to do commissions involving illustrations for novels. Didn't you guys say there were several online authors who required an illustration service? You can invite them to this group as well and our studio members will contact them. We can also display sample work in the chat room, so you guys can find an artist based on your needs."
Meng Fan was not prepared to accept any more novel illustration jobs, so he could leave these commissions to the studio. All of the employees in the studio had graduated or were attending the academy of fine arts, so their professional abilities were certainly no joke.
As for these online authors, well, they have saved the time of searching since there was a mob of professionals right here.
It was a win-win situation.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

It's been months since Harry and I practised to be ready for Hogwarts. In these eight months, I finished reading to six years of courses and practised magic for two months. I can use first and second-year spells fluently and nearly half of the first year spells endlessly. 
When I won my first lottery my parents were surprised and feared that I would lose myself in greed having tons of money but when I told them about my plans 'a white lie' they were assured. I told them to convert pounds to Galleons and open a vault at Gringotts and that way I wouldn't be able to use money unless they give the key to the vault to me until I prove myself or at the age of fifteen. 

They don't know every rule about wizardry so even if I can't open my vault I can let goblins to use it for my plans under my approval. 

Thus we went to the Diagon Alley once again this time dad also joined us. Carrying three millions pounds around would be a problem under normal circumstances but thanks to the undetectable and extensible pouch gifted by goblins last time it was easy. after subtracting payments for vault and another spell for my ordinary bag 'similar to the pouch', and tips for their services I had 550.000 Galleons and Goblins' compassion. I sent my parents to eat ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Icecream Parlour and stayed to finished 'formalities'. I had business with goblins. I asked for their services to set wards for our house both for secrecy against Death eaters if necessary and being away from Ministry's tracks for magic in Muggle world, a.k.a. unnecessary attention to myself and my family and for a place to practice magic untraceable. 

It was costly but still, I could afford it plus the security it will provide. I wanted it to be unplottable by masking spell and only allows muggles to enter without a problem and any wizard or witch will need my permission to enter. No one except me can apparate or disapparate, wizard-repelling charms makes it unnoticeable by wizards and witches similar to muggle-repelling charm. It also includes protective enchantments and charms protecting it against any attacks. 

The shields, enchantments and runes are invisible and powered by magical energy in the atmosphere and will not be broken unless attacked and enchantments are broken. Of course, it also includes dispelling spell and untraceable for Ministry's supervision. They also included a basement protected against explosions and suitable for magic practices. 

It cost me almost all of my fortune but we bargained and as a former businesswoman I cut off nearly fifty thousand galleons and it cost me 523.660 Galleons. Goblins weren't happy to meet a rival during deal but because of an unbreakable vow, I forced them to do they can do nothing. I don't want to risk my well-being or my parents' safety in case they decide to sell off the information or under spells or Legilimency or Veritaserum. 

Next week they engraved runes and activated enchantment and after payment and returning Grinngotts they forgot everything about our deal. No hard feelings. I don't want to be enemy of Goblins, who controls the only bank in Wizardry and are great business partners. 

Finally free of traces and supervision I began practising potions why potions you say because I feel I'm not ready to control my magic and will injure myself. Thus my priority is precision and control of my magic. So Occlumency and potion practices. 

Focusing my magic and being able to control it however I wish will be hard but when I overcome it I'll have another trump. Potions don't require wands and are similar to the combination of chemistry experiments and cooking and as I'm talented of two aspects it'll be easier than the original Hermione to perform it. 

After playing two more times my parents began to believe that exposed to magic I became luckier and they don't become surprised after the third time. My net fortune became 13.450.000 pounds and after investing, companies like and owning shares of Apple, iPhone, Microsoft, some of the future game companies, etc. I had 2.250.000 pounds and after turning them Galleons my vault became shinier with the golds in there. My total wealth in Grinngotts except the once I invested is 950.000 Galleons 125.000 Sickles and 253 Knuts. 

We celebrated Harry's first birthday party and he was happy while opening his presents he was weeping his tears quietly. I gifted him some fashionable clothes like jeans, t-shirts and hoodies. Dad bought him new glasses. Mum baked birthday cake by herself, I also helped her but mainly she did it and gifted him a new watch. Harry was over the moon by the time the party was over. I also reminded him to watch out for owl for Hogwarts and in case receiving a reply as if knowing nothing about magic.

The next week Harry received a letter and two days later Hagrid came as in the series and brought him to Diagon Alley. But thanks to my cautions he wore a hat hiding his mark and silently did the shopping. He also was gifted a pouch-like mine and let goblins charm his bag. 

Harry took actions against publishing houses and authors anonymously and earned 678.000 Galleons and the books were banned and both authors and publishers were forbidden to talk about it. 

When I earned money I bought nutritional supplements 'magical ones like potions' for Harry and he grew healthier. After Harry bought his wand I went to the Diagon Alley with him and we went to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Harry had bones needed to be regrown and mend other bones rightfully. Also for his health problems undetected. He was fully healthy when we left there except his eye poor eyesight. It tended much attention and potions and till the end of the first year, it will also be cured. He also bought magical contacts for cases such as Quidditch matches. 

Summer passed in the blink of eyes. I mastered basic Occlumency and started practising Legilimency against little animals and some thugs I found in the alleys on my way. They are the scum of society. Fearing powerful and bullying weak. *sighs* I mastered basic potions in the first yearbook. 

I finished reading sixth-year books and practised first and second-year spells wandlessly and mastered it my new goal is doing it both wandless and chantless. Until I cast those spell instinctively I won't practice new ones. I want solid foundations. Finally, it's the last day of August and my journey in Hogwarts will finally begin. I'm so excited that I can't sleep. 'Wait for me Hogwarts'

The protagonist finds herself in HP as Hermione Granger. She starts a new adventure in a new world. 

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* English isn't my mother tongue so I will struggle to convey my ideas so bear with it. I'm only writing this as I am enjoying myself. I'll go in my pace. Hope you like it, even if you don't, it's not important. Have fun...

With practically no break in between, He Jichen's voice came out from the phone again: "There's nothing else. If you have nothing else to say then..."
"He Jichen..." Ji Yi interrupted He Jichen for the second time.
He Jichen didn't keep speaking but he didn't respond to her either.
"...Do we really have to do this?" exclaimed Ji Yi.
He Jichen's silence informed Ji Yi of his answer.
"If you really insist on doing this, then can you do me a favor?"
He Jichen remained quiet on the phone for three seconds before finally saying, "Go on..."
"In the past, you told me you would walk with me one step at a time to the highest peak in my life. The television awards is tomorrow and I'm nominated. If you're not busy, then can you come to the live show? Take it as a perfect ending to us being together. What we agreed on in the past can also be..." Ji Yi seemed so sad that she couldn't finish speaking. Then, after a pause, she continued by saying, "...our farewell."
After Ji Yi said her piece, the call fell silent.
Ji Yi didn't know how long she was quiet for. Maybe it was just for a minute or maybe it was just thirty seconds, but Ji Yi felt like it was as long as an eternity.
Just when she thought He Jichen wouldn't answer and thought she needed to think of something else to say to persuade him, his voice came from the phone: "Okay."
It seemed like a giant rock crushing Ji Yi's heart had been removed. She secretly let out a sigh of relief. "Do you have an invitation? Do you need Zhuang Yi to send one over to you?"
"There's no need to go through that trouble. I can do it myself," replied He Jichen more quickly this time.
"So... see you tomorrow night."
"See you tomorrow night."
Ji Yi was stunned for two seconds when she heard He Jichen's reply as she lowered the phone from her ear and pressed the button to hang up.
Ji Yi stood there for a while in a remote corner without a single person around. Then she headed back to the studio, clutching her phone.
Tang Huahua glanced at Ji Yi and immediately rushed over to her. "Xiao Yi, Chen Bai and I were just chatting. Do you know who he saw today?"
Tang Huahua was clearly asking Ji Yi a question, but she didn't wait for Ji Yi to guess. She couldn't help blurting out: "Cheng Weiwan!"
-
Chen Bai really did bump into Cheng Weiwan.
It happened three hours ago at Muqing Publishing.
Muqing Publishing's boss was Lin Muqing. There were countless best-selling books published under her management.
Chen Bai was only in touch with Lin Muqing because this year, Muqing Publishing released an explosive collection of books. Huan Ying Entertainment wanted to buy them and adapt them into dramas.
One story was called "Lost" The author's name was just a single letter: C.
At first, Chen Bai wanted to contact the author named C directly, but this author gave all their copyrights to the publishing house, so Chen Bai had to speak to Lin Muqing.
"Lost" was so popular that countless television companies were fighting for the book's copyrights. Chen Bai tried to book a meeting with Lin Muqing for a week before he finally set up a meeting time.
Chen Bai and Lin Muqing had a meeting at two in the afternoon at the publishing house.
At noon, Lin Muqing and Cheng Weiwan had lunch together. With them was Cheng Weiwan's one-and-a-half-year-old son, Cheng Han.
In this world, aside from Lin Muqing and Cheng Weiwan, no one else knew that the author of "Lost," "C," was Cheng Weiwan.
In the first year Cheng Weiwan started to write her book, she met Lin Muqing, who was responsible for publishing all her books.


Time stopped at eighteen for Ji Yi, and now all she wants to do is pick up from where she left off. Her career depends on it, and on top of that, she has to survive a fake marriage turned real! Some missed opportunities are irreplaceable, and some misunderstandings between them have proven near-fatal, but for He Jichen, he isn’t just a pretty face—he’s an opportunist. They may have lost their prime years together, but He Jichen is more than willing to spend his remaining years with her. If only she would just trust him… Will Ji Yi be able to find true love in this life? Can she outmaneuver all the snakes plotting her downfall? Only time will tell...

"Boss, can I ask you some questions?" Seri asked. 

Haru looked at Seri and nodded. "If you have a question then you can ask away." 

"How old are you?" Seri asked. She felt that Haru was very young even though he seemed very mature, but she could see that he wasn't in his 20's yet. 

"Me? I am 15 years old," Haru said with a smile. 

"..." Seri opened her mouth in "O" shape when she heard his real age. "Really?" 

"Yes," Haru said. "You don't need to think too much about it." 

Seri sighed and nodded. She decided to not think too much about her new boss. 

"Right, don't tell anyone that you have seen me before," Haru said. 

Seri blushed when Haru mentioned their meeting. She remembered that her neighbor should be a teacher and in her middle 20's yet this guy who was in his 15 had sex with that woman. She sighed and said, "I am not going to say anything about your private life." 

"Thank you," Haru said. "If you become an actress or a model, I'm sure that you'll become popular, right away." 

Seri smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise, but I have decided to do this job." 

"Oh, right, after you have made your team, I hope that you can help me to acquire some company," Haru said. 

"Which company?" Seri asked with a serious expression. 

"I have decided to buy a game company, you can help me later with the administration later," Haru said. 

Seri nodded and said, "Sure, is it some famous company?" 

Haru shook his head and said, "No, it's just a cheap and almost bankrupt company." 

"......." Seri raised her eyebrow and seemed a bit surprised. 

"I have been very interested in the game and I want to own a game company since making it by myself is too long," Haru said. 

"How much is this company?" Seri asked. 

"It's not expensive, it's only 300 million yen," Haru said. 

Seri twitched her lips but nodded. "I understand." 

"There are also two other things too," Haru said. 

"Are you going to acquire some companies again?" Seri asked. 

Haru nodded and said, "Yes, I want to buy a Media Factory, a publishing company that is also a subsidiary of Recruit Co., Ltd."

Seri nodded and said, "I understand, is there another company that you want to acquire?" 

Haru thought for a while and said, "FC Tokyo. If possible I want to buy it." 

Seri thought for a while and asked, "Boss, what is your exact wealth?" 

"300 million USD or so," Haru answered. 

"......" 

"I have a use for this 100 million USD and I can only spare 200 million to takeover Shin-Keisei Electric Railway," Haru said. 

Seri nodded in response. She had learned that Haru had become rich after speculating on a gold price from the information that she had gotten Ayase. "FC Tokyo? A football club in Tokyo? Why are you interested in it?" 

"To chase a girl," Haru said. 

"....." 

"Sorry?" Seri twitched her lips and didn't believe what she had heard. 

"There is this one girl that I have thought is quite special and I want her to be happy," Haru said. 

Seri frowned and said, "Boss, you can't make a business decision on a feeling." 

Haru shook his head and said, "I understand that and you don't need to worry since sports club is a profitable business." 

"I'll research this club right away," Seri said. 

"You don't need to be in a hurry since I am not that hasty for this football club. More importantly, you need to manage the railways, game companies, and publishing companies," Haru said. 

"Leave it to me," Seri said with a confident tone. She wanted to ask about Haru's relationship with women, but she knew that it wasn't good to ask something private. Their relationship was a business only and even though she had to admit this guy was very attractive. She really sighed at the luck of her neighbor who could make her boss into a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship. 

Haru in deep thought once again and felt that it wasn't a moment to buy an energy company. Even though he was very interested in it, there was a lot of trouble to acquire it. Then there was also an incident that would happen in 2011.

On the contrary, a railway company was very stable and even became more prosperous in the future since it was the main transportation in this country. 40 million passengers (counted twice if transferred between operators) use the rail system daily (14.6 billion annually), with the subway representing 22% of that figure, with 8.66 million using it daily.

It was a very scary number and if he was able to control those major railways. 

"......" 

However, it didn't mean that he had given up the energy company, but he had decided to wait for price of the stock to plummet before he started to acquire those companies. 

Haru really thought that his money wasn't enough. "I'll go out to visit the game company, do you want to follow me?" 

"Sure," Seri said without hesitation since she also wanted to check this place. 

"You might need to go with my secretary since there are only 2 seats in my car," Haru said and went out from his room. 

"Are you done with your meeting?" Runa asked while looking at him. She was sitting down together with Ritsu while playing the game console. 

Haru nodded and said, "Let's go and visit the game company." 

Runa nodded and said, "Let's go." 

"Ritsu, you have brought a car, right? Can you also bring Seri with you?" Haru asked. 

Seri wasn't sure why she didn't mind being called by her first name after just the first meeting. 

"Why not?" Ritsu said and looked at Seri. "Seri, nice to meet you. My name is Ritsu." 

"Hello Ritsu-san, nice to meet you," Seri said. 

"Let's go," Haru said since he had something important to do after visiting the game company. He had received a call from Kirari earlier and he needed to watch her match.

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The manager sighed and felt worried. If his employees hadn't consulted him and went to publish the news, his media company would have been doomed. 
Everybody knew that the president loved his wife a lot, and he definitely wouldn't dig his own grave. 
He didn't even know if the documents were true or not! Even if they were, he didn't dare to publish it too. 
His company didn't need to exchange that risk for the boost in sales and viewership. 
"Only idiots will report on it! If you're not an idiot, go back and do your job well! You should just destroy such information. You can only report on how wonderful the president and his wife are. Pretend you've never seen anything else." 
"Yes, sir." 
Meanwhile, other media companies adopted the same strategy too. 
Reading through their almost-released news, the boss of one of the companies raged. "A whole bunch of morons! Why did I even hire all of you? How could you even think of publishing such news? Are you running out of materials to write about?" 
"Look at all of you! Have you lost your mind? Should you be reporting about such news?" 
"Your heads have gone all rusty! You're just sending yourselves to your own graves! Do you know what you're doing? Do I have to spell it out for you?" 
"I'm so exasperated! It's a good thing I found out before the news was released. Just wait to be fired!" 
"You're making me so mad! You don't put in effort in your work and just think of exploiting opportunities. You can't report on this!" 
"Who agreed to publishing this? Own up now! Who wrote this article? I'm taking away your pay this month. Count your lucky stars that I didn't fire you! I slogged so hard to set up this company. Do you think that money comes by so easily?" 
"I still want to work for several more years, but all of you are making things so difficult for me! It's so annoying!" 
…
Every single media company in Country X collectively chose to ignore those documents, destroying it instantaneously. 
He Meichun and Chi Jiajia waited gleefully for the news to go viral. After waiting for a day, they still hadn't heard anything, so she asked her subordinates to check on it. They told her that no one would ever report on the first lady's news. 
Chi Jiajia was so livid that she slammed her head against the railings. She had truly underestimated Bai Yaoyao's influence. 
If they won't report on it, she would do it herself. With the internet, she could post anything she wanted to. 
But Chi Jiajia wasn't stupid too. In order not to reveal her IP address, she found a computer elsewhere and uploaded Bai Yaoyao's information. 
After that, Chi Jiajia immediately returned to the Chi family. 
Upon arrival, she switched on her computer and realized that within this short period of time, her post had already amassed thousands of comments and views. The hits were growing exponentially. 
Chi Jiajia burst out laughing. "Bai Yaoyao, let's see what you can do now. You want to become the first lady? Dream on!" 
He Meichun watched by the side and gloated happily. "Jiajia, you're so smart." 
… 
Meanwhile, Bai Yaoyao was choosing accessories at home and didn't know what was happening online. 
"Bixue, he prepared so much jewelry for me. My head is spinning just looking at all of it." 
"You can just choose a few that you like." 
Bai Yaoyao picked up the jewelry box and said, "I think I prefer a simpler look. I don't really care about such materialistic things." 
When Duan Yanhao returned, he overheard her words. Walking towards her, he said, "I care, even if you don't. I don't want you to be deprived of anything. I can give you anything in this world." 


Yun Bixue is in dire straits—
Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband.

This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings.

Sugary Scene
Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?"
Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now."
Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.”

Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.  

The Sukhoi Su fighter jet assembly plant and Boeing's Apache helicopter assembly plant would be built in an industrial complex on the left side of the military wharf in the royal territory.
The industrial complex was already a mecca of Kazakhstan's aviation industry housing a Swedish Saab's Gripen fighter plant, Cessna's light aircraft plant, and Koç Holding's helicopter plant.
It was about ten kilometers from Arirang royal territory's administrative city, which was designated as an access control area.
But today, all military leaders, including Prime Minister Kasim, gathered there.
It was to celebrate the first day of construction of Russia's Sukhoi Su fighter jet assembly plant.


"Your Highness, it feels strange. We used to use old-fashioned weapons from Russia, but now we've come to the point of assembling the latest weapons ourselves. Isn't it evidence that Putin considers our country that important?"
 

Not all of the Russian weapons supplied by the previous administration were bad, but it was still thrilling to have the latest weapons that Russia was using at the moment.
This meant that Russia recognized Kazakhstan as an equal country, not looking down on it as a federal state like it used to.
It was truly a moment triumphant for Kazakhstan.


"This also represents our economic power. If we were a country that relied only on raw material exports like before, we wouldn't have been treated the way we are now."
 
"Your Royal Highness. I'm so proud to be a Kazakh. Even though it's only an assembly plant, we can now make stealth fighters here."


Kasim, who looked emotional, repeatedly exclaimed.
 

"Are you that happy?"

"Of course. I know that our technology can't handle this. Russia has made a huge concession for us, hasn't it?"


Kasim had been anxious inside because Russia could change its mind and delay technology transfer if it wanted to.

 
"Russia won't act recklessly because we are helping it buy the critical parts. Also, Russia can't do that even to keep doing joint ventures with us."

"I see. Your Highness, with all due respect, I can't help but wonder where the royal family's money comes from. I mean you've been relentlessly investing in all sorts of projects."
 
Anyone would be curious about that.
Although there were many royal businesses, it was not easy for even its most profitable company to make billions of dollars a year.
None of the royal companies that Kasim knew made that much money.
 

"There's a little bit of a legacy of the Serbian royal family left."
 

Since Youngho could not say anything about the slush funds taken from President Nazarbayev and Aliyev, he just disclosed the source of the money as a legacy of Serbia's royal family.
Still, Kasim seemed to be skeptical, so he added a word.
 

"The profits from the royal family's business are also formidable. We also run some secret businesses that you don't know of."

 
One of the secret businesses was taking the former president's slush funds.
 

***

 
As Russia's Armata tanks and Boeing's Apache helicopters were licensed, the Kazakh Army also decided to drastically change its arrangement.
It decided to increase the number of mechanized brigades by two more and expand the Army's Air Force to the brigade's size.
China's view of Kazakhstan's military reorganization was not favorable.
The expansion of the mechanized division and the Army Air Force was based on the premise of an attack rather than a defense.
The Chinese government seemed to have taken it as a preliminary step to free the entire Uyghur.
It was continuously publishing articles about such speculation about Kazakhstan's Army reorganization.
Even a ridiculous speculative article was published that Kazakhstan was aiming for the western part of China, which was nonsense.
Jong-il, who was reading Chinese articles at Youngho's office, commented, "I think China has enough ground for misunderstanding. It's a military reorganization right after your visit to Kashgar after all."


Kazakhstan continued to shake China's pride, and in a way, it could have been considered a provocation.

 
"Usually people who suspect others are the ones who have different thoughts behind people's backs. Publishing such an article encourages the Chinese people to antagonize Central Asia. It's a trick to divert the shaking public sentiment in our direction."
 

While talking, Youngho realized that there were many suspicious points.
What would be the real reason that the Chinese government was mobilizing its state-run media to spread such rumors?
Maybe it was building a cause. It could try to take over Kashgar or Tibet in the name of blocking Kazakhstan's provocations in advance.


"Jong-il. Have there been similar cases in Chinese media? Do you think we can find out what might the Chinese Communist Party be after by making such a noise through the media?"
 
"Err... I'm not sure. I have no statistical data about that..."

"There's nothing to do with statistics. Just check out recent articles published in China thoroughly and try to find some patterns. There must be a huge scheme going on. This could be a groundwork to recapture Kashgar or Ngari Prefecture."

"Whoa, that could be true. From now on, I'll have to recruit guys who majored in psychology in the Intelligence Department."
 

***
 

The Intelligence Service led by Jong-il found several cases shown in Chinese media that revealed the Chinese Communist Party's intentions.
The approach to the Bhutan border issue and the sovereignty of the South China Sea islands coincided with the current situation.
At the time of South Korea's deployment of the THAAD missile, the fierce tone of the Chinese media was a similar example.

 
"When China had a dispute with a foreign country, the tone in Chinese media in advance was similar to this one."

 
In other words, the Chinese government was using the same pattern for Kazakhstan's situation.
If so, it meant that it would start its operation somewhere soon.
The Bhutan border issue or the South China Sea islands were already in development, so Uyghur's Kashgar and Tibet's Ngari Prefecture would be the next target.
China was hurt by the loss of two places and its pride more than enough to ignore the U.S. arbitration and naturally think about recapturing the regions.
Otherwise, people's support would hit rock bottom.

 
"I'll have to inform the interim government of Kashgar to make sure it gets ready for any Chinese provocations."
 
"It'd be great if we can find out how much time is left."
 
"Figure out the movements of the Chinese military with satellites and release all the intelligence agents."
 
 
Even if Youngho was in the Chinese leader's position, he would be desperate to recapture Uyghur's Kashgar and Tibet's Ngari Prefecture regardless of the means.
It was impossible to lose land after being defeated by minority militias even though China had 2.3 million powerful troops.


"Shouldn't we let the Indian government know?"
 
"I don't know if the Indian government would believe it if we say we learned about Chinese mischief in advance through the Chinese media."
 
"I think it's the right thing to do to inform the Indian government first whether it believes or not..."


The Indian government might think that it was a ridiculous story as there was no proof.
Youngho hoped that China would not touch Kashgar at least, but if Ngari Prefecture, which had laid the foundation for Tibetan independence, was lost, it would be a disaster as well.
However, it could also be a needless concern since it was still questionable whether China would deal with the burdensome Indian military.


"Ngari Prefecture is mostly useless, but Kashgar is golden land where oil is produced, and wouldn't China try to target the easy Kashgar rather than Ngari Prefecture where the Indian Army is guarding?"
 
"It's possible because the Chinese government doesn't know that the Royal Bodyguards are deployed in Kashgar."

 
There were a lot of worries, but it was also funny to worry about India when its power was not less than Kazakhstan.
 

"We've got enough problems in our hands. The Indian government is in charge of Tibet, so it'll be up to the Indian government."
 
"But I'll still sneak a word to the Indian intelligence service."

 
Since the Indian government was a close ally, Park Jong-il could not let it slide.
The information to be obtained from India was also formidable, so he had to let the Indian intelligence service know whether it believed it or not.
 

"It's up to you to figure out. Just find out the movements of the Chinese Army first."

 
The Chinese troops on the Kashgar border were also two divisions, so it was too much to say that they would attack with that amount of troops alone.
However, China would probably put in additional troops for forestalling.

 
"But should we help Tibet if China attacks it first?"
 
 
Although the management of Ngari was left to the Indian government, Kazakhstan could not be free from the Tibetan issue, so it would be forced to intervene in any way.
That was because if Ngari Prefecture collapsed, China could focus its military on Kashgar.


"If India wants, we should intervene... for Kashgar, too."

 
The Kunlun Mountains were located between Kashgar and Ngari, so even if Ngari Prefecture went wrong, it was not a big threat, but it was not something to ignore either.
If Ngari Prefecture was attacked, help should be provided to get help from India later.


"Then why don't we do a joint operation with the Indian government at all?"
 
"It won't be easy before Chinese attacks first."
 

If the two countries moved over something that might be happening, it would only provoke China.
It would be best for each country to work alone for now.

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