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Continue to invest in the low- and mid-tier authors? 
Ma Yiqun felt confused and bewildered. 
To him, Zhongdian Chinese Network's low- and mid-tier writers were already enjoying more than enough benefits. In fact, they were getting comparable treatment to big sites like Infinite Chinese Network.
However, it would be extremely difficult for low- and mid-tier writers to increase the revenue that they generated for the website. 
That was because writing was a form of creative art—it was very subjective. 
Some authors could not produce explosive works despite having written for ten years. Other gods grasped the essence of online literature after casually writing a million words and began aiming for the top. 
Thus, everything was dependent on the individual. 
Even if they poured all their efforts into finding and nurturing novel gods—as long as the authors' foundations remained the same, finding a novel god would be as difficult as winning the lottery. 
What if they invested in people who were not cut out for online literature? 
On the other hand, poaching people from other websites would prove more reliable. 
Still, since Boss Pei had spoken, Ma Yiqun had no choice but to obey. "Alright, Boss Pei. I'll do just that." 
… 
Ma Yiqun went back upstairs to Zhongdian Chinese Network and sat down in his office. He began to think about a concrete plan for the website. 
Boss Pei had already set the direction for him. The funds would not be used to poach authors from other websites but to continue investing in the low- and mid-tier writers of Zhongdian Chinese Network. 
Of course, the standards would be applied across the board. That meant that the top-tier writers would also get to enjoy the same benefits. 
However, top-tier writers would be more concerned that Zhongdian Chinese Network had not developed to the stage where it could sell copyrights. 
Their main source of income was still subscription fees from readers. Those were only considered side benefits to the top-tier writers; they would not be a huge factor to consider when making decisions. 
Ma Yiqun thought about it. 
To low- and mid-tier writers, Zhongdian Chinese Network could offer the same benefits that Infinite Chinese Network offered such as full-time remuneration. What's more, Zhongdian Chinese Network's standards were slightly higher. 
If Zhongdian Chinese Network was to offer more benefits, it had to offer benefits that other websites for online literature could never bear to.
What's more, although the benefits would be available to low- and mid-tier writers, the latter would be the focus. 
That was because there were far too many low-tier writers, and it would be impossible to consider all of them. 
Low-tier writers could even include people who only registered as authors on a whim and wrote several thousand words. 
If the website offered benefits to such people, it would be as good as a charity organization. No matter how much revenue the website generated, it would never be enough to cover its expenses. After all, it would be a pure loss-incurring transaction. 
Thus, the focus was mid-tier writers. 
The fact that they could rise a tier above the low-tier writers meant that they had the drive and skills to continue writing. They were more reliable and less likely to give up on their readers and quit the website. As they accumulated more experience, and with a bit of luck, some of them could be nurtured into top-tier writers.
Thus, the funds had to be invested in them. 
Ma Yiqun fell into deep thought. 
"Apart from royalties, readers, and fame which Infinite Chinese Network could provide as well; what else would these mid-tier writers need? 
"It's… security. 
"A career development plan and guidance… 
"A few social connections… 
"And… a more regulated, healthy life. 
"That means that only a portion of the writers can obtain this security. They will be selected through a rigorous process." 
Thinking that he had found the right direction, Ma Yiqun began to write his plan. 
Boss Pei was right. There was no way that Zhongdian Chinese Network would be able to compete with Infinite Chinese Network in terms of money. Even if the former could poach several authors over, they would not be able to keep doing so in the long-term. 
That was because Infinite Chinese Network had a huge reader base, many authors, and a greater ability to generate revenue. 
Thus, no matter which angle one looked at the problem from, Infinite Chinese Network could offer a more promising future to mid-tier writers than Zhongdian Chinese Network could. 
To attract more mid-tier writers to the website, Zhongdian Chinese Network would have to play to its strengths. It could not only work on visible aspects like royalties, readers, and exposure. Instead, it had to work on the invisible aspects. 
Basic security in life was one example. 
Authors did not earn basic salaries; neither did they have insurance or funds. After all, every book that they published was fraught with risk. Mid-tier writers' income was not considered low, but it was definitely not enough to compensate them for the risks that they had to expose themselves to regularly.
They could buy their own insurance and funds, but they would also have to pay the company's portion of the premiums. That was akin to paying double. 
Another example was a career development plan and guidance. 
Most authors were given free-reign. There were many authors and a few editors. Many mid-tier writers spoke less than a couple of sentences to their editors each year. 
Of course, many responsible and hardworking editors would discuss the author's writings with them. However, since there were too many boats chasing too few fish, only a small portion of writers would enjoy such treatment.
Many other writers ended up forming writing groups where they would discuss their experiences and grow together.
That arrangement could be compared to creating 'senior-partner' groups in companies. One could say that there was practically no career development or guidance offered in the online literature industry; authors were responsible for their own growth. 
The last example was a healthy lifestyle. 
Writers of online literature were free to create their own schedules. A common trap that many of them fell into was having irregular lifestyles. 
Having irregular lifestyles could affect one's body in many ways. For example, one could develop neck or back problems, high blood pressure, obesity, and the like. There had even been news reports of sudden deaths.
After all, one needed disciple to maintain a healthy lifestyle. 
Each person had different levels of discipline. Another important factor was one's environment. 
While at home, most people would only think about resting and playing; productivity would often be low. However, productivity would increase in an office or school. That was the power of one's environment. 
It would be hard to tell how disciplined full-time writers—who constantly wrote new chapters—were in other aspects of their lives, but they obviously had a high level of discipline when it came to work. 
Thus, after much thought, Ma Yiqun finally made up his mind. 
Zhongdian Chinese Network would start a class! 
It would not be a philosophical-type class, but a practical class that would provide security, provide career development plans and guidance, and nurture healthy lifestyles for mid-tier writers!
This was Ma Yiqun's initial plan: writers would be allowed to register, and the website's editors would shortlist thirty suitable candidates from the group of mid-tier writers at Zhongdian Chinese Network. 
That would be the first batch of guinea pigs, and Ma Yiqun would observe the effects of the class. 
The writers would be allowed to claim their expenses. Once they arrived in Jingzhou, their food and lodging would have been arranged. In any case, they could eat Fish-Catching Take-Out, and rent would not cost that much. 
The writers would also get a basic salary of three thousand yuan, and insurance and funds suitable for that amount.
Ma Yiqun would also find an office building near their accommodations, and rent thirty cheap workspaces. They would be required to clock in and out of work every day, according to Tengda's stipulated working hours. 
Apart from that, Ma Yiqun would organize regular discussions and sharing, where more successful writers could share their experience and learning points. 
Each time a writer wanted to start on a new book or became stuck at a point in the plot, they could discuss with the other writers and gather a variety of opinions. 
Under such circumstances, the writers would see each other more as friends and classmates than colleagues. 
Of course, not all writers would be interested in a practical class like that.
Many writers—the older and more experienced ones in particular—would not be interested in drawing a low salary, moving to Jingzhou, having meals and lodging provided, and clocking in and out of work like other writers. 
Writing online literature was a form of freelance work, and a benefit of freelance work was that one did not have to leave their houses. Wouldn't it defeat the purpose if they had to go to Jingzhou to write? 
Of course, Zhongdian Chinese Network would not force such writers to attend the practical class. 
Thus, the class would be targeted at the younger writers who did not have families yet. Those writers tended to have a lot of drive and potential, and they could improve quickly. Yet, they also had poor self-management skills and a set of expectations of society and their careers.
To test waters and observe results, the first practical class would last a month. 
If it did not prove effective, Ma Yiqun would increase the scale and extend the length in the future.
… 
After sending Ma Yiqun off, Pei Qian went back to studying. Less than half an hour later…
Ding! He received a message on his cell phone. 
Pei Qian picked it up and saw that it was a message from Chef Lin. 
"Boss Pei, a new high-end restaurant has opened in the city. It looks like it's competing with Ming Yun Private Kitchen. It's called Ming House, and it's targeting high-class customers as well! 
"I think it only opened two days ago. Ming Yun Private Kitchen has been seeing significantly fewer reservations. What should we do?" 
Pei Qian was stunned after reading the message. 
Ming House? 
A high-end restaurant seeking to compete with Ming Yun Private Kitchen? 
Could it be the restaurant that Boss Li and the others had invested in? 
Pei Qian recalled Boss Li mentioning this when they had met last month. Boss Li had said that he, Xue Zhebin, and Wang Peng had felt miserable because they had not been able to reserve a place at Ming Yun Private Kitchen. 
Thus, they had proposed working together with Pei Qian to turn the nameless restaurant into a franchise. However, Pei Qian had rejected them.
The three of them had had no choice but to start a restaurant on their own. 
Based on Pei Qian's calculations, Li Shi must have started preparations for the restaurant before proposing the idea to Pei Qian. That was why it could open for business two days ago. 
Pei Qian replied to Chef Lin's message with 'noted' and then called Li Shi. 
"Boss Li, is Ming House high-end restaurant that you started?" 
Li Shi smiled and said, "That's right, Boss Pei. What's the matter? You said you didn't care for it, but have you been paying attention to its progress in secret?" 
Pei Qian was speechless. 
Like h*ll, I've been paying attention to it. If Chef Lin had not sent me the message, I would not have found out that your high-end restaurant is already open for business. 
Pei Qian didn't bother to say more; he would only complicate matters if he did. Thus, he cut straight to the chase. "Boss Li, didn't I say that I'll have a meal at your restaurant once it opens for business? Why didn't you let me know?" 
Li Shi cleared his throat. "Hehe, Boss Pei, I'm really sorry. I've been very busy recently, and once I get busy, I become forgetful. What's more, I thought you were just being polite. 
"It was my mistake. How about this? Whenever you choose to come for a meal, I'll give you a thirty percent discount! That'll make it up to you." 
A thirty-percent discount? He isn't going to waive the bill? 
Boss Li was stingy indeed.
However, on further thought, Pei Qian realized that he could not accept a free meal even if Boss Li had offered. 
Since he offered a thirty-percent discount, then so be it. 
"Alright, let's not waste any time and make it today! Make a reservation for tonight on my behalf—I'll book the entire restaurant." Pei Qian sounded quite nonchalant. 
"Book… the entire restaurant? Tonight?" Li Shi was obviously at a loss for words. "It'll be a bit difficult to let you have the whole place tonight. Many people have already made reservations for 7 PM.
"I won't eat after 7 PM. I'll arrive at 4 PM and be done by 6 PM. There'll be time for you to clean up and receive your next batch of customers. I won't hold you up. 
"Do you have enough ingredients?" 
Pei Qian glanced at his watch. It was now 3:40 PM. 
Ming House was not far from here. He could reach the place in about twenty minutes. 
Li Shi remained silent for a while and then said, "We might run out of certain ingredients, but we have enough for the most part. Alright, Boss Pei! Of course, if you can come right now, it'll be great. We welcome you." 
Pei Qian, "Alright, see you soon." 
He hung up, jumped to his feet, and kept his notes. 
He couldn't study anymore; it was time to eat! 
They would arrive at 4 PM and eat until past 5 PM. That would be just right; everyone could rest once the workday ended. 


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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"I don’t know who you are but… wait, what are you eating? Why are you not sharing it, ah? Do you treat this big sister as a stranger?"

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Ye Sigong fixed his gaze on Ling Ran's hands as he held the aspirator. He was so focused that he looked like a fox who was waiting to pounce on a rabbit.
He used to know how to carry out Achilles tendon repair surgery.
Like many other county hospitals and small-town hospitals, the hospital where Ye Sigong worked mostly carried out minor surgeries that larger hospitals were not interested in. The doctors at the General Surgery Department operated on every part of the patients from head to toe, and there was not really any distinction when it came to their job scope.
Even though it was the same surgical method, from Ye Sigong's perspective, he felt like he was learning a brand new surgical method.
The scans that they referred to before the surgery were well-done, and the incision was made very precisely, and even the angle at which the scalpel was used mattered. They had to pay so much attention to the steps of the surgery that it was as if they were making pastries.
The first thing Ye Sigong noticed was how rhythmic Ling Ran's movements were.
It was the kind of feeling that could be understood but could not be described. Those who were able to feel it certainly had adequate skills.
Take writing as an example. Some people who wrote quickly looked like they were in a rush, and they almost seemed agitated. However, there were people who wrote so slowly that they seemed agitated. Truth be told, the speed at which a person was writing did not determine whether he was good at writing. But those who were good at it would be able to do so at a comfortable pace.
It was Ye Sigong's private opinion that the way Ling Ran operated on patients resembled a master chef who was extremely good at fire control.
Ling Ran did not seem like he was in a rush, but he was not too slow either. He did not seem like he was putting in any extra effort, but in truth, he was extremely familiar with the ingredients, temperature, and steps...
Ye Sigong stole a glance at Ling Ran. There was so much admiration in his eyes that it was not even possible for him to hide it.
"Doctor Ye, if you're tired, I can take your place." Ren Qi's voice rang out from behind him, and it made Ye Sigong feel incredibly resigned. 
Ren Qi was a doctor who came earlier than Ye Sigong to Yun Hua Hospital for in-service training, and his background was almost like that of Ye Sigong's. He was also from a county hospital where the doctors' main entertainment at night was going to the karaoke bar, and he was also an experienced attending physician from the General Surgery Department...
The only difference was that Ren Qi came earlier, and he had learned more skills compared to Ye Sigong. However, because he did not know how to cook, his value in the group seemed to be lower than Ye Sigong's.
Even though Ye Sigong had only been here for a short while, everyone in the Ling Treatment Group had already remembered his name. People like Yu Yuan and Ma Yanlin mentioned Ye Sigong's name many times in a day.
"Ye Sigong, what are we having for lunch?"
"Doctor Ye, what's our afternoon snack today?"
"Young Ye, what will we be having for supper?"
Yu Yuan, Ma Yanlin, and the rest of their entourage were the core members of the Ling Treatment Group.
To medical interns, housemen, and in-service training doctors who were from the towns and villages around Yun Hua City, it was very important for them to receive attention from the core members of the group. This was especially true for doctors like Ren Qi, who had finished his in-service training, but refused to leave and intended to stay in Yun Hua Hospital.
In a way, Ren Qi and Ye Sigong shared the same position in the Ling Treatment Group's food chain.
Ye Sigong relied on how much he was needed for his cooking skills to move forward, while Ren Qi maintained his position due to the fact that he was the first doctor who had come to the Ling Treatment Group for in-service training.
Since both of them were sharing the same position in the food chain, it was obviously a little crowded there.
Even if they did not want to, they would have no choice but to compete with each other.
"I'm just operating the retractor. It's not something tiring." Ye Sigong smiled and said politely.
"You'll have to cook tonight. What if your arm gets tired and you're not able to hold the spatula properly later?" Ren Qi looked like he was dispensing advice in a kindly manner. Not only did he want to take Ren Qi's place in the surgery, but he was also trying to remind the doctors in the operating theater to not tire the cook out so that the quality of their dinner would not be affected.
This was also something Ren Qi was concerned about.
Even if he were to disregard other things, it was a fact that Ye Sigong was extremely good at cooking.
"You're mistaken. It's exactly because I'm used to holding the spatula for long periods of time that it's not tiring for me to hold the retractor. Besides, cooking's also made my hands more steady," Ye Sigong replied with a smile and utterly defeated Ren Qi.
The doctors in the operating theater who were watching the surgery pretended that they did not hear the childish conversation between the two doctors.
They were saying all that to appeal to their boss, and the other doctors' opinions did not matter. As long as their boss found it cute, it would be fine.
Ren Qi sneaked a glance at Ling Ran's expression and saw that he did not seem to be paying attention to the conversation. He could not help but feel relieved.
"Doctor Ling, your maneuvers in this surgery are super amazing too." Ren Qi decided to try another method. He started flattering Ling Ran.
Ye Sigong was unwilling to be defeated and said, "Yes, among all the doctors I have encountered, Doctor Ling is definitely the most skillful. You're so much better than other doctors. Back when I was working in the county hospital, whenever I watched my department director operate, I always thought about how even specialists in Yun Hua Hospital and Beijing wouldn't be that much better compared to him. I have never imagined that it would be two worlds apart. It's like the difference between… A housewife who had been cooking for a few years and a chef in a Michelin restaurant."
Lu Wenbin who was acting as the second assistant toyed with the patient's leg for a bit and said, "I might be even better at cooking legs compared to surgery." 
"You know what? You're right," Ma Yanlin agreed.
"By the way, it's been a few days since we have eaten Lu Wenbin's pork trotters. Why don't we have some braised pork intestines today?"
"Goose leg actually tastes pretty good in braised soup."
Everyone quickly changed the topic. It was as if they did not notice the competition between the two doctors who were there for in-service training at all.
Truth be told, they did not really notice it. Of course, they knew that something was going on, but they did not care at all.
It was day time, and they had a short break, so junior doctors who had time were here to learn from Ling Ran. As the night drew closer, those who had time to rest would do so before they started their boring night shift...
Every time they made a trip, the members of the Ling Treatment Group had to carry out more than ten surgeries in total.
This was how things were like with Ling Ran right now. It would be impossible for any other doctor from Yun Hua Hospital to gather such a large team of freelance surgeons.
The junior doctors of the Ling Treatment Group loved going for freelance surgeries.
Truth be told, in the past, a doctor who was only with them for in-service training like Ren Qi might not have the chance to join Ling Ran every single time he was out for freelance surgeries.
It was extremely lucrative to go for freelance surgeries. Hence, even though a doctor would not be able to enjoy the weekends because of it, everyone in the treatment group would fight to be a part of the team every time Ling Ran was traveling somewhere for freelance surgeries.
Among all the doctors, junior doctors were the ones who needed money the most. They did not mind working longer hours for some extra income.
Ling Ran stitched up the patient's blood vessels in a rather relaxed manner. He merely had to move his hands effortlessly to recover the blood vessels' normal function.
Things were a lot easier for him now compared to the past. After all, all the doctors under him were considered well-trained already.
When it came to doctors who had been with him since the very beginning such as Lu Wenbin, they were already more skillful compared to ordinary attending physicians in Yun Hua Hospital when it came to surgical maneuvers and the basics.
*Ding.*
[Mission: Prove]
[Mission Details: Make your subordinates prove that they are more skillful than their colleagues from the same batch.] 
[Mission Completion Status: 0/5]
[Mission Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest]
　　


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

 I first started writing in the 5th grade, I instantly fell in love. It became my dream to spread my work and touch people with my stories, it became my dream to make a difference and create something beautiful.
Two years ago, I found Wattpad, and I couldn't have been happier. In these two years I have written three books, made incredible friends, and have become far more confident in my writing while I grew. However, in the past few months, a lot of things have come to light that have broken my trust in Wattpad, I still love the community and the people I've met but I don't want to stay and give Wattpad my exclusivity. As most of you know, aside from Wattpad and Webnovel, I use eight other sites (Dreame, Tapas, Inkspired, Goodnovel, Ajoara, Booknet, Inkitt, and Sweek), and I'm still continuing to grow.
In the time between now and April 30th 2021, I will be making some major changes and leaps in my writing. Part of this change will include taking most of Free Me off of Webnovel and these other sites, I will leave maybe the first 2-3 chapters but that is it. Only a couple sites have the option to hold onto Free Me in its completion. Tapas is one of those sites, if we want to keep Free Me online and available for the public, it will have to reach 350 subscribers before April 30th. The link in my bio can take you to Tapas (a site I highly recommend in general) where you can sign up to read comics and novels as well as support Free Me, I also have an invite code you can use to get free currency upon signing up (just ask me for the code in the comments). I also want to get Free Me to 2k reads before it gets taken down! Please help me get Free Me to its highest potential, share the story, comment, vote, subscribe and share on Tapas. Help me get the most out of this before I have to take it down! Thank you for everything you've given during this journey!

In a town that doesn't accept you, do you hide? Or do you fight for yourself and those you love? Can Josh accept himself and save those he cares for?

I'm sorry for writing this, but it's not a new chapter. I've never thought that I would actually think about this. Nor do I like writing this. 
I'm thinking of dropping this series.
Maybe I'm just in a bad mood, having a bad day, feeling under the weather, or something else, I don't know. I, as well, think that I can't close my eyes and turn away from the elephant in the room anymore.
I'm going to be fair and honest. Initially, I thought of monetizing this novel, and I think of this even now. I want writing to become my job. I tried to do this, but twice I was stopped. First, it was writer's block and burnout, then it was a certain popular disease that made me unable to write for a few months. With being unable to write, I kind of lost my momentum. Now I have around ten readers that leave comments(not simultaneously) across three sites, one of them being webnovel! 
But I'm writing this not because I'm complaining that I've got few readers or few comments and it's too little. I knew from the start that my story would be a very niche novel. I'm not writing this because I got 'disillusioned.' I write this because I think the quality of my story keeps dropping down. The amount of readers keeps decreasing, and I think it's because of the quality of the story. It's boring, so people leave, it's boring, so they don't leave any comments. 
I don't know what to do. I'm lost. As I stated before, I wanted to earn some money from the novel. Not in a scummy way or anything like that. I haven't signed any contracts with particular sites wink-wink. Nor did I want to force anyone to sign up to my ******* or whatever else with psychological manipulations. BUT, with so few readers, as they keep decreasing, I can't even get the very thing that brings me pleasure from the writing. I can't interact with readers as there is no way for me to interact with silence. It got to the point where I get three, four comments across the three!!! sites.
As of right now, I'm walking blindly. I use the excuse that some people like what I write, but I can't no more. I can't continue saying that there is someone who likes what I write. It's a lie. Thus, I must continue for their sake. I'm grateful to all those people who wrote comments, but ten readers aren't enough. I don't think that I have enough skills to convey what I wanted to write AND make it interesting. Dropping the dead weight would be the most obvious thing to do. So that I can start and concentrate on a new novel. I've needed to write something easier than this as my first novel.
I hate whining like this, and I hate imposing myself on others, but I can't let this go like this. And I can't decide this for myself. Yesterday as I was writing a new chapter, I just stopped in the middle and couldn't continue. This thought permitted my mind. Why even continue writing if there is no one reading this? I must say that lately, it was getting easier to write. I didn't have problems with inspiration or motivation. Perhaps that's because I write a shit story and boring chapters?
So what I want to ask all of you. Please leave a comment if you really want me to continue writing this story. I haven't asked you for glowing 5-star reviews. I haven't asked you for comments. Nor did I ask you for money when I thought there was nothing I could give you in return. I wasn't begging for liking my chapters, nor was I self-promoting. And right now, I'm simply asking those silent readers to write "please continue". Two words. Two words if you enjoy this, it's not much.
If you think the novel is shit, simply don't write anything, or write "drop this". In that case, I will release all the written chapters that are currently lying in bulk. Do a huge time skip with all the twists I had in my mind revealed, and then write an ending.
I'm not trying to get into trending, I'm not baiting you to comment, I'm not asking you to pity me, I'm not asking for power stones, I'm not asking you to promote the novel for myself. I simply want to understand if there is anyone actually liking what I write.
I will delete this announcement in a week or so.

WARNING!!! The mc of this novel is weak(mentally) and thus unlikable. The story also has a tag SLOW-PACE. Which means there won't be a lot of actions going on from the get-go.

Erlig, a senior in a respectable college lived his whole life without knowing such a word as trouble. Stable life with no accidents, great parents, and a good friend. Gaming was his hobby.
But when he tried a new game something happened to him.
He was trapped in a new world as the protagonist of this game. The worst is that he was cuckolded, humiliated, and beaten down. Not knowing how this happened he now forced to live a different life. 
Those things, that looked like fiction in the game turned out to be much more real. He is forced to confront the dark and grimy world that looks much harsher than what he always saw. The only things that left in his changed world, is his meager knowledge of the game and his, own, self.
Given such a miraculous opportunity, he is forcibly taken out from his bubble and placed between a choice.
To break and fall or to forever change his fate, his life, and everything around him.

A little description to give a better understanding of what this story is about. It's my vision on a fusion of Korean fighting manhwas and Korean r-18 romance manhwas with the protagonist that is not typical to those particular works.
Author's note: As this is my first novel and English is not my native language any criticism would be appreciated.
Release schedule: At least one chapter every week.
I also post on Scribble Hub and Royal Road.

Hello everyone. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this series is no longer being written, due to many circumstances. The main one is the lack of inspiration, which is totally my fault. Unfortunately, I have a terrible writing process where if I think about the end too much, I cannot deliver any in between, and it ends up becoming filler. I feel this books would be too good for that to happen to it, and I really wanted to see it succeed. There is another book, however, that I am currently working on that is going to be 100% freelance "from the seat of my pants" sort of deal, so you can expect great plot and no filler while I try to tell a story. The main goal is to actually have an ending, however, as when I do a "when I think of it" sort of writing style, I have a hard time getting to an ending, but hey! That just means we can enjoy the book longer! Keep an eye out for Neon Fangs, a cyberpunk (genre, not newly released videogame) gang war story, taking bits of Romeo and Juliet for a rival gang love story, Tokyo Ghoul's Dove police force for specialized gang unit called Angels, and set in a sci-fi neo-punk themed New York called Cr 'Iwall (Cree-wall). Hope to see you there!


Emma sat at her desk, looking at her computer screen. She reached up, pulling a pencil from the bun she had her hair rolled up in. She jotted down a note and then stood up from her desk and walked out of the room. She casually looked at the boxes in the hallway and then walked into the kitchen. As she rounded the corner, she heard Steven talking on the phone.
"I don't care what time they put it in! It just needs to be in by tomorrow." 
He smiled at Emma as she walked in. He pulled the phone from his ear and whispered, "I'll be done here in a minute." 
Emma walked over to the teapot on the stove and poured some water in a cup, then grabbed a teabag. Steven hung up the phone and tossed it to the counter.
"So, that was Maggie! Every time I talk to her, she makes me wish we were back at the magazine fighting it out with Gregg and the rest of the writers. Gregg was easy compared to that woman. I can't deal with her deadlines or her expectations. She wants the next edits by Tuesday." 
He walked over, grabbed her tea and took a sip.
"Thanks for the tea." He grinned. "And you don't have time to drink tea, so back to work." 
Emma laughed and then took her cup from him. "Did she send the advance like she said she would?" 
Steven scoffed. "No, and I told her it had to be in tomorrow-or else."
Emma sipped her tea and then laughed. "I'm just glad you're dealing with the business side of this and I'm dealing with the writing."
Steven laughed as Emma turned and walked from the counter. He yelled after her, "The moving truck is due in tomorrow too, and they say they can have the flat packed up and done by tomorrow afternoon."
Emma yelled back down the hall, "That's fine! I can work while they pack."
Steven looked around the corner to her. "No, you can't. You know they will be too noisy."
She shrugged. "Ok, well, then what do you suggest I do? You were the one complaining about Maggie and deadlines, and you have work to do too-When is that freelance piece you were working on due?" 
Steven disappeared back around the corner. "It's due when I get it done because it's freelance-And don't deflect to me. You're the one with the big book contract and the agent. I have no boss-so back to work," he teased.
Emma mumbled under her breath, "Yes, I know this is all my doing." 
She bit her lip as she looked back to her computer.She then took a deep breath and began to type.
For my parents, Elizabeth and Joseph Martinson, without you, I would have never learned what true love was.
****
In the Spring of 2014 Emma Martinson - Lofton left New York and Time Magazine. She made the long journey back to her childhood home in Harrison Indiana where she and Steven still live. Steven works as a freelance writer for Time and is a regular contributor to National Geographic and several other magazines. She still writes and has sold her first novel. She can be found most mornings on a hillside with her computer at the back of her family's farm. She has also taken on a few new roles these days as a wife and mother. Their sons' name is Joseph. 
In the fall of 2012, one of the largest treasure troves of personal photographs was supplied to the World War II museum in New Orleans by an anonymous source. The photographs of Guadalcanal were untouched and unseen by anyone before. One of the more interesting shots was from a famous photographer by the name of Robert Capa. Robert was revered as one of the most influential photographers from World War II. He is well known for swimming ashore at Omaha beach during the first wave. Only a few of the one hundred shots he took that day made it. Within the trove of photos delivered to the museum, they found numerous shots of sunrises. It seemed there was a sunrise from each beach landing in the Pacific. 
Robert died in South East Asia while on assignment for Time life and his friend Joseph Martinson passed away peacefully in his sleep on August 9th, 2012. Eight weeks to the day his Elizabeth joined him at 7:59 A.M. just as the sun rose.
Emma's still looking for her father's hidden lake.










World War II ended over four years ago for Joe Martinson and when he returned home to his little Indiana town, he hoped to forget the past and move on, but if you ask his father Henry, Joe never moved on and all he does is hide from the world behind the lens of his camera.
Joe is convinced he can exist in his quiet, uncomplicated life, burying the memory of all he faced, that is until he comes face to face with Elizabeth Thompson, his one true love from long ago. 
At a time when Joe and Elizabeth are lost in a world that seems to be changing before their eyes, they come face to face with their past, and the possibility of a future they never imagined.
As they rekindle their love affair, Elizabeth teaches Joe to confront the ghosts of war. She helps him find a life that was almost lost to him, but she also helps him tell his story, their story, which will forever change both of their lives.



Mo Fei's personality was too straightforward. If someone was targeting the Ding family, then they should understand Mo Fei very well, and it was only right to start with Mo Fei.
Qian Yikun could reasonably suspect that, from Ding Junqi's scandal to the fact that the Ding family was invited to the press conference, it was all part of a conspiracy.
Since Ding Junqi was starring in Gu Juexi's new movie, Ding Junqi would definitely hold a press conference. Due to Mo Fei's friendship with Ye Yuwei, Mo Fei, the daughter of the Ding family, was definitely invited on behalf of the Ding family.
This way, Ding Junqi and Mo Fei would appear at the press conference together.
Mo Fei had a fiery temper. If someone made use of Ding Junqi's incident as a fuse, it was very likely that it would trigger her fiery temper. At that time, beating someone up at the press conference would not come as a surprise.
However, Qian Yikun still did not know who that person was.
Ask Mo Fei?
The woman was so insensitive that her neurons must be as empty and wide as a solar tube. Therefore, she definitely had no idea who was targeting her.
The scene from the meal that day suddenly flashed across Mo Fei's mind, but it was too fast for her to register it.
"Qian Yikun, are you looking down on me?" Mo Fei snorted. She could read between the lines of what Qian Yikun said.
Qian Yikun laughed softly. It was not bad that this solar tube could think of this.
It just so happened that he had a case to solve. Otherwise, he would have accompanied her himself. He was afraid that Ye Yuwei would not be able to suppress Mo Fei. After all, not even Qian Yikun could suppress Mo Fei when her temper raged sometimes.
"Just bear with it. I'll pretend nothing happened even if you make your move when there's nobody around. However, when in public, you must not resort to violence." Qian Yikun continued nagging at her worriedly.
"Qian Yikun, do you honestly think that I like to fight so much?" Mo Fei was offended.
Qian Yikun remained silent on this issue. In Mo Fei's world, there was no problem that could not be solved by violence.
Therefore, it was really surprising to him that she did not have such self-awareness.
Qian Yikun felt that there was a need to explain things to Ye Yuwei one more time. He needed to remind her that if necessary, she must hold on tight to Mo Fei and not let go.
"Boss, I found it. The victim's name is Wu Biao. He's a freelance columnist." The vice-captain came in with the report. When he saw that Qian Yikun was on the phone, he paused.
"I'll be busy for a while," Qian Yikun said as he hung up the phone and let the vice-captain in.
The vice-captain placed the documents that he was holding in his hands on Qian Yikun's desk. "This is what I found recently. Wu Biao, thirty-seven years old and a freelance columnist. He relied on writing about celebrities' private lives to earn his living expenses. As he reserved no boundaries in his writing, he was sued several times. The latest news he wrote was about your eldest brother-in-law."
Qian Yikun reached out and took the document. He looked at the photos and the news he published. The last article was about Ding Junqi entering Le Tian's room after she got drunk.
Qian Yikun put the document down and started browsing. "Go and check his recent financial records."
The vice-captain nodded. "I've put Lil Zhao on it. Your eldest brother-in-law definitely must have had no peace recently."
Qian Yikun tapped his fingers on the table. No peace indeed. Even the entire Ding family was not peaceful.
"Boss, Wu Biao's most recent financial transfers have been emailed to you. However, strangely, he hadn't had any online funds transfer recently." Lil Zhao leaned against the door and said that before leaving.
Qian Yikun opened up his email inbox and checked the data.
The person who exposed Ding Junqi's private life was Lin Xuan. There must be someone behind Lin Xuan, too.
It was Ding Haobei who was currently engaged in economic warfare against Mo Fei. However, Ding Haobei probably had no idea about the relationship between Mo Fei and Gu Juexi. This explained was why he asked his mother to steal the Ding Enterprise's seal after he found out about it today. He also would not use Ding Junqi to deal with Mo Fei.
So, who was that person?
Someone who understood Mo Fei; understood Ding Junqi.


He was the powerful and influencing heir of B City, the merciless head of the commercial world, but the divorce papers made him lose his cool. 
“Sign the divorce papers, daddy,” said the 5-year-old boy. 
This man had the divorce papers thrown in his face by his wife six years ago, and was now being pushed by his own son to sign the papers. 
“That would make you a single-parent child,” said Gu Juexi coldly. 
“Mommy said unicorns don’t exist but men like you do,” the boy leered at his father and said. 
Gu Juexi’s face fell. ‘That damned woman.’
“You haven’t signed the papers,” the boy reminded as the man left. As usual, the door shut in his face. 
Good lord… Dad and mom are not getting a divorce and are giving him a baby brother? How worrying!

Hello, your author Killerbee here. You guys must be confused, angry or dissapointed that I am suddenly going to be going premium.
Yeah, it was a hasty decision as I was originally planning to go premium on 9 Dec, a week later but because I was in need of some money, I decided to have a talk with my content editor, Hao and go premium on 2 Dec.
I am writing this auxiliary chapter to tell the readers more about going premium and how authors like me earn there money.
Here's a short Q/A about it.
1. What is premium?
Premium basically means that the chapters of the novel will be unlocked after going premium. It means that they will cost SS or spirt stones.
2. How much one decide the cost of a chapter?
The number of spirit stones required to unlock the chapter is decided by the word count of a chapter. 200 words-1 SS and so on.
By this, you can expect my chapters to be of 6-7 SS.
3. How does an author earn?
It's a question many people don't know the answer of but an author earn with the support of his readers.
Authors' earnings come from premium chapters and donations but the main income is from premium chapters as most of the people don't donate.
In a premium chapter, 100 words = 0.01 USD.
101 words count as 200 words, which would amount to 0.02 USD
0.02 USD = 1 Spirit Stone
A premium chapter with 1000 words would require 5 Spirit stones to unlock, and would amount to 0.1 USD.
It means that if 10 people unlocked a chapter with 5 spirt stones, the author will earn a dollar.
You will understand that the authors doesn't earn much by this as many people don't read the novel after it goes premium.
4. Why does people don't read a novel after it goes premium?
There are many reasons to it like people don't think that a particular novel is worthy of their spirt stones or they don't have spirit stones to give to the author but the main reason is the pirated sites.
I don't believe people don't know about the pirated sites or use it. It's a normal thing to do when you want to read a novel but don't want to pay the price for it.
But because of that, an author can stop writing a novel just because he didn't receive as much money as he expected and he don't have any other way but to give up writing and look for a job.
I am not judging someone but I am just requesting to all my readers to just use their spirit stones on my novel (if they think it is nice to read) as this way, I can at least earn with my writing.
5. Why don't webnovel do anything about the pirated sites?
Trust me, this is the question I asked my editor when I learned that my novel is being pirated.
He answered that webnovel is doing whatever it can to stop this but piracy is a thing too big to handle suddenly.
They are giving their all to stop these.
6. Am I going to mass release after going premium?
In reality, I had already posted four chapters on Sunday and will continue with a speed of 2 chapters a day.
Don't have time for a mass release but I will continue the tradition of posting at least 3 chapters on each Sunday.
7. How much will I write in this novel?
Honestly, I don't know as I am a rookie author and don't know my limit but I will at least post till 200 chapters.
The story will finish in about 600-700 chapters but who knows, it can also go over a 1000 chapter.
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I think that the Q/A will help you learn more about going premium and how authors earn their money on Webnovel.
Hope it will help you.
Sorry for going premium suddenly. You can decide if you want to unlock my chapters with your spirit stones or not.
Special announcement : Most of you don't know but there is a special discount going on for locked chapters. So, every chapter will only cost around 2/3 SS currently.
Hope many of my readers will unlock my chapters and help me to earn while writing.


Ren, he was someone with great talent in acting and singing but due to bad luck and some wrong choices, he was only able to become a third rate actor.

After dying in an accident, he noticed that he had returned to the past.

With the help of his talents and the knowledge of future, he started his journey to become the trendiest star of the century!

*On hiatus

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The story will take place in an alternate world. It is just to avoid the copyright infringement. I don't want my story to end up like I'm in Hollywood or IRAS.

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