Peyton Baker was at the end of her rope. Her boss was pushing her to do more and get better with her craft so as to revive her dying career. But what her boss was asking from her this time was way out of her league. A universe away from her grasp. A very impossible project. A life threatening task. OK, maybe the last one was an exaggeration but in all seriousness, she's afraid she couldn't make it. 

She turned to her friend for both consultation and help but didn't expect to get a freaky and an equally impossible solution. She tried it out though. But as expected, it didn't go well. Until her friend thought of a very good idea, the one she's queasy about. Though she found it appealing and tempting yet so very suspicious, too. Her friend believed it'd be a success. Peyton's boss would again commend her for another job well done. There's just one problem though. Her heart would be at stake. Would she do it? Would a broken heart be worth her career?

After developing a deep friendship two women Beverly and Alice loose touch after collage. Beverly’s life has fallen apart after being kidnapped tortured and rescued by a mysterious and reclusive hero. Beverly needing an out let. Beverly pulls up the last email address she has for the one person who would understand Alice. She begins to send daily accounts of what happens to her thru her every day life. When it goes unanswered. Thinking the email is an unused account she begins to write her thoughts deepest secrets and desires. Unaware the past is going to come crashing in to her present at any moment and change everything.

Today, Old Master Lu was very happy. It could be said that all his gloominess from before had been swept away. Initially, he had been terrified to have taken on such a horrible form. Although he had told everyone he was an ice-cream, he had known exactly what sort of creature he looked like in his heart.
Everyone in the surroundings had been mocking him, telling him to evolve into a pile of shit...or simply a bag of fertilizer.
Truthfully speaking, in this game that didn't allow one to delete their accounts regardless of what they evolved into, he wasn't able to accept it!
After spending his time in agony for two days, he finally gathered the courage and went to ask the instructor as to what he would evolve into. In the end, when he moved nearer to the instructor, the overlord next to her already pointed at him and cried out in alarm, "Feathers, a ball of feathers!"
At that moment, his heart turned cold!
But in the end, the instructor's next sentence was that he was a phoenix seed. Upon hearing that, he suddenly felt joy as though he just struck the lottery!
Until now, he was still feeling dizzy.
(I am an awesome phoenix?)
(Wahahaha, as expected...the heavens help those who help themselves!)
(Didn't I say that I've been attracting online traffic every day with my posts for the game. Even if I didn't get any credit for it, I did still work hard, right? How can the game bear to let me evolve into shit?)
He, who was still lost in excitement and happiness, suddenly received an email from the official game station.
"Dear player [My ancestor Old Master Lu didn't Cheat]. Hello, firstly, the game's backstage staff want to thank you for your selfless promotion of the game. Through the discussion of the work team, in order to thank you for your support, we gave you a special reward, granting you the bloodline of a hidden job. You should have already received it in game. But yesterday, the game's A.I. reported that all the elf players displayed immense dissatisfaction toward you possessing a hidden job. Hence, we hope that you could write another article regarding the strategy guide about the benefits of ordinary elf jobs to placate them. As for the information needed, we have already sent it to your email. In the future, the work team will give you remuneration according to the effects of your guide. We also hope that you can continue to support our game. Thank you!"
Signing off: Xiye Game Studio, sincerely wishing you well.
After receiving the email, Old Master Lu was stunned for some time. He then shouted in excitement, "As expected!!"
After that, he read through the content of the email many times, tears flowing down his face. As expected, his hard work wasn't wasted. The game studio truly had a conscience. His ancestor must be blessing him, allowing him to acquire a hidden job.
When he thought of this, he hurriedly replied to the email.
"Hello to every boss in the gaming studio. Firstly, I am really very honored to be able to receive the recognition of the official game station. Being able to write for such a wonderful game product, it's really my, Lu Xiaowei's, glory to be able to do so. The humble me appreciates and admires the efforts of the work team very much. Such an era-crossing game yet still choosing to treat the players so well. In addition, there are no moods to purchase anything in-game at all, resulting in the loss of a source of income for the gaming studio. I'm really very impressed by the work team's far-sighted strategy and will definitely do my very best to promote the game. I'll give all my meager strength to do so, and there's no need for your side to mention anything about remuneration. Lastly, I'm very thankful for the work team to grant me a hidden job. I wholeheartedly wish for [Star Ocean] to be popular, becoming a wondrous divine work that would never die off!"
Old Master Lu glanced at the email he wrote. After looking through a few times, he then carefully hit the reply button. He didn't expect his actions to be able to gain the notice of the official game station. This was truly a huge surprise. The excited him hurriedly tactfully declined the mention of remuneration.
He didn't care about this bit of remuneration. The cafes of his Lu Clan were extremely prosperous back in the time of his ancestor. Although the business had declined a lot when it came to his generation, he still wasn't thinking much for this bit of remuneration. Comparatively, he regarded the business value of this game much more highly.
Right now, the game showed no signs of earning any income by creating an in-game store. Since this was the case, this meant it was most probably planning to go for the gift card system, a one-time fee or a monthly fee system!
What did this represent?
This represented a huge business opportunity for the players.
As for charging a fee for in-game items, those p2w players wouldn't mind mindlessly throwing money at the game station. But then the space where top-quality players could perform would become very limited. If the balance of the in-game store was not that good, there was basically no space for normal players to perform. But if this game adopted the game style of [Titan], which implemented a one-time fee, things would be different!
Everyone would be on the same starting line. In that case, players who had spent a large amount of time and energy would have the advantage. This would also be fair as top-quality players had an even larger space to perform!
Originally, he felt that he no longer had an opportunity to make his ancestor's former glory to re-appear as he missed the starting phase of [Titan]. Yet, he didn't expect that he would encounter another divine work like [Star Ocean] in his robust years, and he even received such preferential treatment. This time around, if he couldn't succeed, he would truly have wasted the bloodline of his clan!
After all, his ancestor was a man who could go head-to-head with the number one mid-laner, FAKER, of the league of legends back then and boasted of a 50% win-rate against him. So, as his descendant, how could Old Master Lu's talent be weak?
When he thought of this, Old Master Lu grew increasingly emotional. He drew in a deep breath and opened up the information that the official game station had sent to him. He was preparing to use the information and write a good article. Maybe, they would then give him some good items in-game to reward him. This was a rare-to-come by backdoor chance; hence, he had to do this well.
Moreover, his hidden job was truly too ostentatious. Humans wouldn't worry about scarcity but uneven distribution. This hidden job of his would easily arouse jealousy in others. By writing this article well, he could lower the risks for himself.
Hence, he concentrated and read through the information. This read actually caused him to tremble. The system of this game was not ordinarily huge. If it wasn't because the game's performance in the early phase was so good, he even doubted if the game system could sustain balance when so many complex jobs were introduced. Just the elf race alone had so many jobs. There was even a note in the email saying that there would be even more races to choose from for new players in the future!
The more he thought about it, the higher the anticipation he felt in his heart for the game's later phase!
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On the other hand, Xiye felt a little ashamed when he saw Old Master Lu's reply which stated that he didn't want any remuneration. Using his subject's natural talent like this while giving him nothing, even scamming him that his evolution into a phoenix seed was something given by the 'game', was this idea a little too dirty?
Could he really be a black-hearted overlord?
(Mn...This is just a makeshift stratagem due to my temporarily poor finances. In the future, when this overlord struck it rich, I will definitely treat these honest and simple indigenous players kindly.)
"Ding! Hello, respected Overlord Xiye. The few high-grade jobseekers you booked have already confirmed their interview timings. Do you want to meet with them?"
This voice caused Xiye who was thinking of other things to awaken from his stupor. After that, he collected his thoughts. This should be the reply sent to him by the talent network. He hurriedly opened up the email.
He read through the content. It basically stated that the recommended high-grade instructors were willing to meet him for an interview. Xiye felt his heart shake with excitement when he saw this. He stood up and rubbed his hands. He then instructed the A.I. to help him monitor the elves' evolution. He then prepared himself and headed out for a long journey.
As long as all of these things were settled, his first batch of basic combat force would appear and his large-scale expansion plan could finally be started!


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


Lu Xiangdong was almost choked by the porridge. He raised his head and glared at him. "It just so happens that you have nothing to do now. Help me take that coat to the dry cleaner to wash it before sending it back. I need to wear it in the afternoon. "
The assistant's face was Ashen. If he had known earlier, he would not have brought up this matter.
"President, this is the company's recent operating situation. I have sent all the information to your email. " He placed one of the information on Lu Xiangdong's desk and stacked the other information on top of it "President, this is your schedule for today. "
Lu Xiangdong pinched his temples with his fingers. He wanted to take advantage of this period of time to adjust himself, but there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the company.
After punching her work card early in the morning, Su Mianmian sat down in front of her desk and began to organize the information for today.
"Sister Su, do you want coffee? " A colleague suddenly walked over and asked her.
"I'd like a cup, thank you, " Su Mianmian said without raising her head, busy with her work.
Her colleague poured her a cup of mocha coffee and placed one hand on her desk, smiling brightly.
Su Mianmian instantly realized that the other party must have something to ask for before taking the initiative to pour the coffee for her. She took a sip of the coffee, put down the Cup, and asked, "is something the matter? "
"Sister Su, it's like this... " the other party pulled a chair over and told her where she was going in the afternoon. Then, she asked Su Mianmian to run an interview for her.
She looked at the other party and asked her to run an interview for her. She went to see her boyfriend, but she had never met someone who was so careless with his work.
"write down the time and place for me. After I finish my work, I should be able to make a trip for you. " Su Mianmian really didn't want to ruin the man's mood.
The colleague bent down and hugged her tightly. Then, he put his hands together and said with a smile, "sister Su, thank you. "
Su Mianmian shook her head. When she was young, she had never been in a relationship with a man. She felt that she couldn't keep up with the Times. She felt that young people nowadays did things as they pleased.
At four o'clock in the afternoon.
Su Mianmian, who had finished everything, was ready to go to a cafeteria called big to interview a man named Oscar.
Her colleague and Leader's son, Wang Yaoxing, stood in front of the elevator with her and waited for the elevator. He looked down at her and smiled. "You got off work so early? "
She politely responded to him, "No, I was just going out to do an interview. You... "
"Deputy Manager Wang is waiting for me downstairs. We are going to attend a banquet. " He habitually called his father the deputy manager, which made it clear that he was separating business from personal.
Su Mianmian nodded and then pointed to the elevator that came down. "The elevator is here. Go in. "
He entered the elevator with her and exited the elevator together. Finally, they walked out of the office.
She was in a hurry and politely said to him, "take care. I'm in a hurry. I'll be leaving first. "
He stopped her and pointed at the car that he had parked by the side of the road. "Miss Su, do you mind if I send you there? "
Su Mianmian didn't think this was a good idea After all, they were only colleagues. If they took his car, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of others. Besides, she had a car, but it didn't come today. It was sent for maintenance.
After thinking for a while, she was ready to find a less awkward reason to reject him.
A Land Rover suddenly appeared in front of her and Wang Yaoxing. The window was lowered, and a handsome face turned to Su Mianmian and said, "you're off work, right? Get in the car. "
Su Mianmian's face turned pale. She was stunned on the spot and didn't know how to react. Wang Yaoxing, who was next to her, asked curiously, "this is... "
Lu Xiangdong opened the car door and got out. He walked to the man and took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him.
Su Mianmian saw that Wang Yaoxing was going to take the business card. Her reflexes made her want to tear the business card, but Wang Yaoxing was faster than her. He took the business card and took a glance at it. His face instantly froze.
"Lu... Xiangdong. " Wang Yaoxing was stunned by the three words. He didn't expect the president of NEPC international airlines to appear here. He quickly reached out a hand and smiled at Lu Xiangdong. "Hello, President Lu. "
Lu Xiangdong only glanced at him slightly. His hands were crossed in front of his chest. He looked very cold.
Su Mianmian couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw her colleague's hand was awkwardly raised in the air. What was this man trying to do And what was he trying to do here!
"Wang Yaoxing, didn't you say that you were going to attend the banquet? It's getting late. You should hurry over. "
Wang Yaoxing withdrew his hand resentfully and nodded at Lu Xiangdong. Then, he said to Su Mianmian, "Miss Su, I'll leave first. Be careful. "
Su Mianmian smiled and said, "okay, take care. "
Lu Xiangdong went forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the car.
Su Mianmian put one hand on the car door and her high heels were on the tires. She glared at him and said, "let go! "
"Su Mianmian, how can you join a small company like this? " He did not let go. He pressed her against the car door and put one hand on the car door. He used his tall body to trap her tightly.
"What does this have to do with you? President Lu, you have a lot of things to do every day. You probably don't have time to care about my private life, right? " She pushed his chest with all her might, not letting him get closer.
"You're wrong. You're my wife. I don't care about you. Who else can I care about? " Lu Xiangdong pulled her into his arms with all his strength. One of his hands was wrapped around her small waist. He lowered his head, trying to recall the past. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her heart-shaped honey-colored Pink Lips actually made him feel thirsty. His head drooped lower and lower, and his lips got closer and closer to hers. He was about to kiss her, but she pushed him away forcefully.
This feeling was too familiar and flirtatious. Su Mianmian couldn't bear it.
She bit the corner of her mouth and turned to run.
Lu Xiangdong knocked on the car door in frustration.
After running away from him, Su Mianmian's heart had been in a state of panic. Even when she pushed the door open and entered the Beagle cafeteria, her heart had never calmed down.
The man named Oscar hadn't arrived yet. She ordered a drink for herself and took out her phone from her bag to check the time.
Just as she was about to lose her patience, the restaurant's door was pushed open and a man in a suit walked over to where she was sitting.
"sorry, I'm late! " The man elegantly sat down opposite her. He crossed his hands on the table, crossed his long legs, and gave her a charming smile.
Su Mianmian adjusted her emotions, took out a pen and a notebook, and said generously, "it's okay. Can I interview you now? "
The man nodded.
She took out a notebook and started to ask questions according to the questions written by her colleague.
"Mr. Oscar, May I ask where you met your first love for the first time? "
He thought for a moment and smiled. "At the cinema. "
"When did you break up with your first love? " Su Mianmian looked up at him and realized that his expression had changed. This colleague of his was really too much. Why did he keep asking about his first love? She was really too embarrassed now.
"Can we change the topic? If You keep asking me about my first love, I don't think I can accept this interview. " He made an emotional gesture of rejection.
Su Mianmian quickly changed the topic and asked, "Mr. Oscar, you're already a popular singer now, and you have so many fans who like you. This is the dream of many singers. Are You satisfied with your current life? "
He shook his head. "I want more than that. Besides singing, my hobby is to make drinks. I hope to be a professional bartender one day in the future. "
She was in an uproar. She didn't expect him to have such a hobby. She closed her mouth and smiled "Mr. Oscar, if you have a dream, there is hope. I hope you can realize your wish soon. That's all for today's interview. Thank you for taking such a precious time out of your busy schedule to accept this interview. "
He stood up gentlemanly and shook her hand. Before he left, he did not forget to praise her. "Miss Lin, you are more beautiful than I imagined. This is a tip for you. "
A tip Miss Lin He must have mistaken her for a colleague. In fact, she was just a replacement, but why did he tip her.
And what did he mean by grabbing her hand and refusing to let go.
"Mr. Oscar, you... " she pulled her hand back forcefully and looked at him with a strange expression. Could it be a change in attitude. Attitude?
"Miss Lin, I... " He suddenly became restless, as if he had been possessed by something. Just a moment ago, he was elegant like a human, but now, he suddenly became a beast. A beast.
Su Mianmian's first reaction was that this man was not right. She subconsciously picked up her bag and prepared to leave.
He grabbed her arm and kept touching her hands. He gulped and said, "how much is a night? "
Her face instantly turned red. Regardless of the consequences, she directly smashed the bag in her hand at his face.
"CRAZY! Let go! "
Oscar hugged his face in pain and grabbed her bag from behind, not letting her leave.
In a moment of desperation, Su Mianmian stepped on his stomach. When she saw him fall, she only thought of running.
But she forgot that this was a restaurant, and Oscar was a celebrity. Everywhere he went, there would be reporters following him. A few reporters surrounded her, and microphones and cameras kept squeezing in front of her.
"Miss, May I ask why you beat up Oscar? "
"Miss, can you explain your relationship? "
Su Mianmian used her bag to cover her face and desperately explained, "make way, I have nothing to do with him. "

[ new article: Rich Family's wedding pet, young master Liang's baby sweet wife ]
He was the youngest captain on an international flight route. He was calm, wise, and handsome
Under the bed, his messy clothes were scattered all over the ground.
"GET LOST! " She kicked him.
"Baby, didn't you say you were hungry? I was just obeying your wishes... " he smiled evilly and grabbed the little foot that was flying towards him.
She was so angry that she was speechless, but his eyes were full of love.
* * * 
He was the youngest and most handsome captain. At the same time, he was also the beloved son of the Chairman of NEPC International Airlines. With his own abilities, he was promoted from a flight attendant to a captain. He was only thirty years old.
She was a flight attendant on the Far Eastern Airlines.
They hid the fact that they were married and lived a life of collusion.
* * * * 
The flight attendants were all afraid of him. Those who did not know the truth even asked her to fly with him.
"I'm not going... " she refused desperately.
That colleague looked at her pitifully. "Why? Are you not going to help me? "
"You're married, and I'm not. WHO'S SAFER? " She said shamelessly, going against her conscience. After saying that, she regretted it.
"If you're not married, then you'll lie on the same bed with me every night. Are you a mistress? "
That night, she was chased out of the bedroom and slept on the sofa for the whole night.
If I love you, I won't be like a climbing kaleidoscope, using your tall branches to show off.

He Yucheng's faint smile came from the other side. "since you asked, it proves that you are in a place that you think I can't guess. But now, the time at your place should be 1:00 in the morning. If you were at the hotel or at your own home, you wouldn't have asked such a question. I guess you are at my home. "
Song Beibei sighed dejectedly. "Do you have to be so smart? You still need to use logic to analyze. "
He Yucheng also laughed. His voice was deep, as though it came from his chest. "Beibei, my mother just spoke to me on the phone. "
Song Beibei snorted. "You really think you're so smart. "
Song Beibei held her phone in one hand and the photo frame in the other. She sat down on the chair in front of he Yucheng's desk.
She asked, "how did I find my photo on your bookshelf? "
The other side was silent for a while before saying, "it's the first photo of the two of us. "
Song Beibei giggled and said, "so you already had a crush on me back then. "
He Yucheng did not shy away from saying, "even earlier than that. "
Song Beibei was interested. "when was it earlier? "
He Yucheng thought for a moment. "When I entered the military training in my first year of high school. "
Song Beibei could not remember what kind of interaction she had with he Yucheng during the military training.
Song Beibei smiled. "When did you stop liking him? "
He Yucheng was silent for a few seconds before saying, "probably after I met Mu'an. "
Song Beibei chuckled. "I've already recorded the call. I'll send the message to Mu'an. "
He Yucheng smiled. "Up to you. "
After hanging up, Song Beibei felt calm and clear-headed.
Song Beibei felt lucky to have he yucheng as a friend.
They talked about almost everything and relied on each other.
At first, Song Beibei had some misgivings.
After all, they had an ambiguous relationship when they were young.
However, ever since he Yucheng met Lin Mu'an.
Lin Mu'an was he Yucheng's girlfriend. It was said that the two of them fell in love at first sight.
Lin Mu'an and he Yucheng met because of Song Beibei.
Mu'an graduated from a Foreign Studies University and was proficient in five languages. He was their boss's personal translator.
He flew around with his boss all day and often worked late.
Later, Song Beibei returned to the company late at night after an interview to write a manuscript.
She found Lin Mu'an unconscious in the elevator due to asthma.
Song Beibei immediately sent her to the hospital. Fortunately, she was in time and nothing happened.
However, she had to stay in the hospital for a while.
During that period of time, Song Beibei was doing interviews day and night due to her internship. She didn't have the energy to care about the person she saved.
However, she knew that Lin Mu'an didn't have any relatives or friends in America.
For some reason, Lin Mu'an didn't have a good reputation in the company. Many people said that she was having an affair with her boss.
During that period of time, Song Beibei couldn't find anyone to take care of her, so she asked he Yucheng to help take care of her.
Who knew that this was the beginning of the story.
Half a month later, Song Beibei's work came to an end. Lin Mu'an was also discharged from the hospital. He Yucheng treated her to a meal and suddenly said that he had a girlfriend.
However, this was still a long time ago.
The two of them were Song Beibei's best friends in America.
In fact, after the two of them got together, Song Beibei and he Yucheng's relationship became more relaxed.
Their relationship had always been very stable.
It was only occasionally that Song Beibei asked when the two of them planned to get married.
Both of them stammered.
However, it wasn't strange. They were both still very young.
The email in the computer had already been sent to the company.
Song Beibei finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn off the computer to sleep.
However, almost the next second, the company sent another email over.
Song Beibei saw the unopened file prompt and wished she could knock the computer off.
If this wasn't he Yucheng's computer.
Capitalists were capitalists. They spared no effort to suppress the surplus labor force of the stockade workers.
This email was definitely a new task.
Perhaps it was a plan for the company's new column, or perhaps it was to help other companies write a draft.
Song Beibei was simply exhausted.
She wanted to sleep, so she did not open it. She planned to sleep until the sun was up the next day before starting work.
She did not expect that after returning to China, there would not be a moment of leisure.
The next day, Song Beibei really slept until the sun was up.
He Suxian had already gone out. She had opened a piano training class in the community.
Every day, she had to go out to give lessons to the students.
The keys and breakfast were left on the table.
Song Beibei looked at the white rice porridge and pickled vegetables on the table, and a trace of warmth slowly flowed through her heart.
The winter light just happened to shine in through the window.
Song Beibei leisurely ate breakfast and basked in the Sun. She felt that life was nothing more than beautiful.
After eating breakfast, she had to go back to work.
Song Beibei opened the work email sent yesterday.
It seemed that after that, Song Beibei held her face in her hands.
It turned out that the company had asked her to meet up with Zhou Xingchen and Eri for a new mission.
Zhou Xingchen and Eri were foreign correspondents. They had recently come to China, and the higher-ups seemed to have arranged some work content.
It was said that they had been in China for a whole month, and there had been no progress in their new work.
It seemed that the company had sent her to support them.
The email sent Zhou Xingchen and Eri's contact information.
Song Beibei called them. Although they belonged to different departments, they had interacted with each other on a daily basis.
They could be considered good friends.
The three of them arranged to meet at a cafe in the city center.
Song Beibei arrived early and planned to sit down to read while waiting for the two of them.
Unexpectedly, she bumped into an old acquaintance.
When that person walked towards Song Beibei, Song Beibei only felt that it was fortunate that she had already finished a cup of coffee. Otherwise, she might have been unable to control herself and spilled it on him.
"little daughter, is it because I'm old and my eyes are blurry? The one sitting in front of me right now is you, right? "
Song Beibei rolled her eyes at him unstintingly. "Mr. Su, don't pretend anymore. I saw you following me when we were in the parking lot just now. "
Su Liangxiao raised his eyebrows and stopped pretending to be surprised. "I haven't seen you in three years. Not only have you become beautiful, but you've also become smart. "
Song Beibei said, "thank you for the compliment. "
Su Liangxiao looked at Song Beibei and did not try to hide it at all. He looked at Song Beibei from top to bottom.
In the end, he was a little sad. "I haven't seen you in three years. You've grown up. "
Song Beibei felt that Su Liangxiao's tone was a little funny.
She looked at him indifferently. "Mr. Su, why do you say that? "
Su Liangxiao's eyes seemed to be filled with some sort of emotion. "Beibei, in the past few years, when you were in the United States, did you think of me a little? "
Song Beibei smiled. "I often think of you, especially when it rains. When I look out of the window, I wonder if it's raining in the city you're in, and if you have an umbrella... "
Song Beibei deliberately used an emotional tone, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Su Liangxiao.
Su Liangxiao's emotions were stirred up by her. "Beibei, you... "
Song Beibei suddenly smiled brightly. "If you don't have an umbrella, I hope to cut you. "
Su Liangxiao was stunned.
He was stunned for about ten seconds before he reacted.
Then, he looked at the girl who was smiling sweetly across him and laughed out loud. "You're still the same little princess. "
Su Liangxiao's smile was very happy, and it even attracted the attention of many people in the restaurant.
Song Beibei also quietly looked at the man across from her.
He was still unbelievably beautiful, and his slanted peach blossom eyes narrowed into a line. His temperament had not changed, and he still exuded a kind of frivolous silkpants.
His clothes were also very casual. He wore a long black windbreaker, and he was handsome and Suave. His style was quite different from his identity.
He sat there like a model who was about to walk on an international runway. He was not the chairman of a large corporation who could control the skies.
As she looked at the person across from her, many things from the past came flooding over like a tide.
There were actually more of them than when she was facing Gu Yanqing.
It was probably because she had already rehearsed in her mind when she met Gu Yanqing.
But when she returned to the country this time, she really did not think that she would have even the slightest interaction with this man in front of her.
After three years, Song Beibei had indeed grown up, and her senses were sharper than before.
However, after three years, Song Beibei saw the man in front of her.
Her initial impression of the two did not change in the slightest.
First, he was a cunning Fox.
Second, he was very dangerous, even more dangerous than before.
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[ Introduction ]

Song Beibei had said the most since she was young, "Gu Yanqing, I have a generation gap with you. "


In Song Beibei's eyes, Gu Yanqing was a shameless old man who still knew how to act like a hooligan. He relied on the fact that he was much older than her, and whenever he was unhappy, he would call him an "old man" . Every time they quarreled, he would say three sentences: DIVORCE I have a generation gap with you.

Song Beibei had long known that Gu Yanqing had a woman in his heart, so in Song Beibei's eyes, all of Gu Yanqing's kindness and gentleness were feigned The most ruthless words she had ever said were, "Gu Yanqing, you're just a dog of our song family. "

Gu Yanqing was neither angry nor angry. He said faintly, "aren't young ladies of your age the most popular loyal dog husbands? "

This man He was too shameless!

The day started just the same as any other for Theodora Watson. She rose from the bed as soon as the sun had risen thanks to her trusty alarm. Before she could get dressed she rushed to the bathroom and thoroughly brushed her teeth before and washed her face smooth. And once she finished she rubbed her moisturizer over her bare brown skin that always seemed to glisten under the natural night that beamed through the window. 

As she finally made her way to the walk-in closet, her phone had rung and she didn't hesitate to answer.

"This is Theo." She spoke before placing it on the speaker and continuing her habitual process.

"Hey, it's your favorite assistant." A cheery voice said over the line.

"Good morning, Rach. Something wrong?"

"No, just a sudden change to your schedule. Boss said it's urgent that you see her immediately upon arrival. Is there anything you'd like me to do before you get here?"

"Shit." She muttered to herself whilst buttoning up her plain white top.

"Uh, can you organize my schedule accordingly? I was supposed to be interviewing someone and it's probably good that it's been pushed back. I haven't had the chance to fully research the person anyways. Remind me who it is?"

"Renatta Gilbert. She's a renowned humanitarian who's proposed a way to help spread awareness on climate change and a long list of global issues. They're already calling her the next Mother Teresa so I'd suggest nailing this. I see she's also a vegan so I made a reservation at a nearby vegan-friendly restaurant for two as a way of apologizing for the delay. Anything else?" Rachel quickly responded.

"I love you and I don't know what I would do without you. See you in a bit."

"Peace."

As soon as she ended the call she hurriedly squeezed herself into her pencil skirt and tucked the top in. Once she was straightened out, she tossed on a blazer and stepped into a sleek pair of heels. 

She then combed her honey brown waves over her shoulder and after applying a thin layer of lip balm under a nude brown lip she was ready to go. On her way out she grabbed her bag by the door and hurried to her car that sat outside her quiet home.

And as she started her way to work her phone had rung yet again. Without looking she hooked it up to the speaker and carried on.

"This is Theo."

"And this is Alex. Is that seriously your greeting?" Her best friend giggled over the line.

"Shut up. It's supposed to be professional."

"Are you trying to convince me or you?"

"Did you call just to mock me or is this conversation actually going to go somewhere?"

"I called to invite you out for some fun, we can hang out like old times."

"You mean like last night? We were out so late that I forgot to get my shit together for work. I'm never going to allow you to seduce me like that any longer." 

"What if I told you it was a cooking class specializing in baking a molten lava cake tonight?" Alex hummed.

"I'll think about it. No promises." She relented.

"Good enough for me. See ya, babe."

After hanging up the phone she sped to her place of work and for once arrived earlier than usual. She then parked near the entrance and hurried inside to greet the perky receptionist on the first floor. Her head popped up once she heard footsteps and smiled at the sight of Theo.

"Good morning, Ms. Watson. In a rush?" 

She was, but Theo knew by now that it was always wise to see what the eyes and ears of the company had to say. 

"As always, Lisa. Have any idea what I'm walking into?" She asked the usually gossipy girl.

"Well you didn't hear it from me but we are supposedly expecting a huge guest within the next few days."

"How huge are we talking?" Theo replied.

Lisa quickly leaned forward in her seat as she prepared to spill all the juicy details. No one ever asked how the girl knew so much, but they were grateful for the useful information. It seemed she had a talent for being invisible and hearing things no one had even a hint of.

"So huge that we haven't even got a name. The visitor is high profile and can't risk  their whereabouts being known by the general public so their identity is top secret." 

"Nothing's too top secret for you though, is it?" Theo smirked.

"You bet your ass it isn't. So after some poking around, while I don't have a name, I do know it's a celebrity so private that only a select number of people actually know who it is. But somehow we managed to secure a once in a lifetime interview that will launch this company into the spotlight. Not that Elite needs it, but it will be huge!"

"Good to know. I owe you one, Lis."

"It's no surprise that you're gonna be in on it as you're one of the best writers this city's ever seen. I want the information. What good is the office gossiper if they're lacking the best details?"

"I'll see what I can do. Thanks, girl."

"No problem. Have a good day!" She returned with a smile.

--

"You needed to see me?" Theo said upon entering the office.

Joan Vance, editor-in-chief of Elite magazine wasn't a social person. She was never one to waste time with a quick chat, not when there was work to be done. So for her to request to have a chat just out of the blue it had to be serious. The silver-haired woman wasn't known to ever hold her tongue and her honesty was one of the main reasons Theo worked so hard to work under her.

"Please, have a seat. I have a rare opportunity in my hands and I want to make sure it gets taken care of by the right person." She got right down to it.

"And that person is me." 

Theo placed herself in the seat before her grand desk while hearing the surprising news.

"Without question. I've managed to secure a first time interview with one of the most fascinating men this world has ever known. You've heard of the Ross brothers?"

"The forefronts of biochemistry? They're easily the most sought after men in the country."

"Precisely. But they're no mere men. And all but one of them have been open about their life and goals. The very ruler of the seas, Poseidon. Finally, he's reached out to us for an exclusive piece on him. And of course, I've selected you for the job."

"I'm honored, but why us? Did he say why he chose us in particular?" 

"I didn't ask. You don't look a gift horse in the mouth." 

"My apologies then."

"None necessary. You do understand this has to be good, right? Don't mess up this rare opportunity. You're an excellent writer. Your honesty is what people love to see. It's raw, blunt, and influential. And for once it can take a load off."

"So you want me to write a puff piece for Poseidon. That's not like you or me."

"Just this once. It wouldn't hurt. Trust me, sometimes it's tough but we have to bend every now and then." Joan simply shrugged.

"I can't be dishonest with my readers. We have a chance to show the world who this man is. He knew that when he agreed to this. This is what the readers want. Isn't that important?" She argued.

For all she knew, the man could be a monster in the making or worse, an egotistical maniac who thought himself above everyone else because of his power.

"There won't be any readers if this goes wrong. We have a rare opportunity here, okay? This will be historic and I want us to be a part of that. Come on, Theo. I need you on this."

"Choose someone else. I'm sure many of my peers can do just as good. What good is my credibility if I compromise over one man?"

God, she internally corrected herself.

"That's a lie and you know it. Do it for me, okay? If it fails, it's my ass on the line here. It wouldn't kill you to be nice for once."

"Only on the inside."

"Quit being dramatic," Joan laughed, "He'll be here first thing tomorrow morning which gives you the chance to make a good first impression. After that, you are to shadow him for a while just to get a feel for the type of guy he is in his natural habitat."

"I thought this was just a simple interview. You didn't say I had to basically tag along with the guy!"

"It's not for long. I'm sure he'll want to get it over with as much as you do. It shouldn't take any longer than a week. We need this, Theo."

"Fine. But I want a bonus after this."

"You make it good and you can have anything you want."

"I'll hold you to that, Joan."

"You have my word.  What's on your agenda now?"

"Renatta Gilbert in five."

"Good. You have the rest of the day to yourself to prepare for Mr. Ross. See you first thing tomorrow morning."

"See ya."

The first thing she did once leaving her office was a quick pit stop back to the ever impatient Lisa who seemed to be awaiting her arrival.

"I have a favor to ask. But this remains confidential. Can you do that for me?"

"I am a walking gossip magazine. How the hell can I manage that?"

"Just do this one thing for me. Besides, I supply you with ninety percent of your info."

"That is true. What can I do for you?"

"Get me everything you know on Poseidon."

"Well, first of all, no one calls him Poseidon anymore. He is Ryan Ross."

"Good to know."

"Why him?"

"I'm curious. Seems like our mystery guest is a fan. I just want to get a good idea of who he is so I can better understand the subject."

"And the subject is..?" She asked with a growing smile.

Theo hated to let her down, but she couldn't risk being the reason the entire world knew of his identity. At least not so soon. 

"They shall remain confidential for now," Theo replied knowing very well she would be able to connect the dots.

But for now, all that mattered is that she kept it between the two of them for the time being.

"That's not fair. This job is boring without knowing all the good secrets." She all but whined.

"You'll be one of the first to know, I promise. Email me everything you can before the day is over, okay?"

"I'm on it. Have fun!" 

And that was the last she heard before speeding off to greet yet another important client.

--

Renatta Gilbert could only be described as a woman of few words. It was the main reason the world wanted to know more about what went on in her head. She would give a few speeches a year, head off on a charitable excursion, and then it was as if she never even existed. She'd then fall off the face of the earth doing do god knows what and hopefully, Theo could get just a peek inside her seemingly perfect life. The subject had just finished adjusting her stunningly perfect shoulder-length bob of chestnut waves when Theo hurried over to the table.

"So sorry for the delay, Ms. Gilbert. I'm-"

"Theodora Watson, a renowned journalist with a Pulitzer under your belt all under the age of thirty."

Renatta smoothly stretched her hand out and firmly shook Theo's whilst looked her over with an observant eye. 

"In the flesh. But that all pales in comparison to your work. I'm sure you hear it all the time." Theo quickly turned the attention back on the intimidating woman.

"Too much these days. It's like applauding a fish for swimming. Why reward me for doing what every person should strive to do?" Renatta replied.

"Because sadly, there aren't enough people like you. It's your work that inspires others."

"I see. Well, it seems as though you may be right. And I hope you don't mind that I ordered already and I didn't know what you would like."

"No problem. I don't normally eat when I'm in my interview mode."

"Great. Well, I'm a partially open book ready for whatever."

"Okay, let's start small. Late last year you proposed a bill that would enforce a requirement for all American citizens to perform a form of community service for an unspecified number of hours per week. So many have already been up in arms against such an idea. What's your response to that?"

"Well, I can't do anything but ignore the negativity. People are never going to agree on everything so it wasn't unexpected."

"You wouldn't see your idea as an unnecessary push? You can't force people to care."

"Not at all. Society doesn't always know what it needs without a little push and shove. Should it ever be put in place, people will come to see just how good it is when others have to make necessary decisions. It's not a job I asked for, but I'm not afraid to do what needs to be done."

"How do you mean? Would you say this is something chosen for you?"

"Precisely. Everyone has a purpose and I've known all my life what mine was. I will change this world for the better and one day the people will thank me for it." 

And something about the way she said those words shook Theo in a way she couldn't even describe. Never had she heard someone so sure of anything in her life.

"That sounds a bit-"

"Extreme? I know, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I see. Well, I think I've heard all I needed to hear for the article. It's been very nice to meet you, Ms. Gilbert."

"Renatta, please. And I feel the same way. You're truly something special Theodora and I hope to hear more from you." Renatta stated with shocking conviction.

"We'll see."

"I should say so. You may have heard but I hold annual galas to raise funds for my charitable foundations and I'd like to invite you to this year's event. It would be a great opportunity for you to rub shoulders with the people in my circle and perhaps see a more personal side of me."

"That's too kind. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Nonsense. It's just a month away so I'll be sure to add you and a plus one to the list."

"Thank you so much, Renatta." 

"No problem. I'll keep in touch." Renatta said as she finished up her previously untouched meal.

"Of course. Until then."

And what that being said Theo rushed out of the restaurant and looked up to see a surprisingly darkening sky. She'd just made it back to her car when again she received a call from Alex which she quickly answered.

"Hey! The class starts in half an hour and a few of us were gonna meet up for drinks before going. Are you in?"

"I wish. After the day I've had I just feel like relaxing alone to recharge. I am just exhausted. I hope you understand." 

"Better than anyone. I'll save some cake for you. Sounds like you need it and I'm bringing it over for a much-needed sleepover tomorrow whether you like it or not. Understand?" 

And after such an intense interview, she could think of nothing better than a good ole kickback with her best friend. But tonight was all about her, her couch, and a glass of hot chocolate. Meanwhile, she also had to read over anything that would help understand the mysterious Ryan Ross

"Yes. I'd love nothing more. But tonight I just need to be alone."

"Alright, I love you, Theo."

"Love you more. Have fun!"

She checked her phoned one last time to see the email from Lisa had just arrived. And now with the rest of the day in mind, she sped home thinking of her couch the entire drive. 

Once she arrived home, her clothes fell off as soon as she'd made it into the door and she traded the tight wardrobe for an old shirt that fell to her thighs and a pair of knee-high socks that warmed her sore feet. Instead of dropping herself on her couch, she settled into her comfortable bed and laid back with her laptop propped up with Lisa's lengthy email waiting to be read with an image attached. And judging by the image, he was stunning. His piercing blue eyes felt as though they looked straight through her and were probably nothing compared to seeing them right in front of her. Unlike his brothers, he had a head full of sun-stroked blonde hair that he kept combed back, yet they stubbornly fell over into his eyes anyways. In the photo, his lips were pressed in a tight line that Theo felt never did move. And despite the seemingly intimidating stance the photo conveyed, she couldn't help but see a strikingly handsome man past the barriers.

Here you go Theo!, the first line of the email read.

I am undoubtedly the one and only source for every piece of information unknown to man but for the first time in my life, I am stuck with bits and pieces of unreliable information. Ryan Ross is easily one of the most mysterious men to ever walk across the earth. He's one of the most well-known entrepreneurs alive today but it's like he's a ghost. 

All that we know is what he wants us to know which is nothing besides being tight with his brothers and that's it. That is all we've ever gotten from his own lips. But, it seems we're not the first to try to take a dig into his life. I found early reports dating back to the 14th century. While they aren't very reliable and a bit all over the place, they can only describe the three brothers as conquerors who served one man more powerful than each of them combined. 

Somewhere along the way, their leader disappeared and they turned their lives around and decided to contribute their knowledge into fixing our previously unbeatable illnesses and more. I wish I could tell you more. But if I could say one thing, it is this: be very careful. They may no longer be the monsters first introduced to our world but what could he be hiding from the world that he wants to reveal now?

❝ Why me? Of all the women in the world, why choose a normal girl much different from your world? ❞

❝ It's simple. You make me feel human. I've done things, terrible things in my past, yet when I'm with you I no longer feel like the monster I once was. You are my purpose, my better half, and my soulmate. Nothing in this life or the next will ever change that. ❞

❝ They'll come for me now, won't they? ❞

❝ Yes. You are my greatest strength and my biggest weakness. They will rise from every corner of the world to take you away from me. ❞

❝ And what will we do then? ❞

❝ We'll fight. ❞
-
in which a man who's known nothing but darkness finds a light that he finds he can't live without

After Sato was finished with his introduction, silence permeated the room. It was only after 3 seconds when Siara started flipping through his job application. Her face frowned as she read through the information provided.

How did this man get past the selection phase of the job site? Shouldn't it have only been available for people who had a degree? Siara questioned.

After a short while, Siara took the paper with Sato's information and placed it to one side. "Well there has been a problem with the job site that we had used. There should only be degree holders here for this interview. I hope you can understand where I am coming from, Mr Sato." Siara spoke first. 

Her words rang in Sato's head loudly, even though she spoke normally. I... I am not valid for this interview? No chance given?

"But..." He was speechless, yet he needed to say something. Even if it would've made not difference. "Please give me a chance to get through this interview, Ms Siara!"

"I am sorry, but this is the requirements that was set by the higher ups. I have no right to question their request." Her words were painful, but were indeed the truth. Why would such a high paying job not require a degree holder? It was definitely an error of the job agency. " Now, I am sorry to say this, but could you kindly leave the room now as we would have to continue with this interview."

The final words crushed all of Sato's hope of having a chance. He felt condemned and his body heavy. He slowly pushed his chair backwards and walked out of the room with his head low. No one looked at his leaving shadow. All but the Major General. He watched the entire process.

Sato walked by the other 10 interviewees outside. They were either sniggering or looking down on him.

"Look at how pathetic this man is. He can't even stay in the room long enough to finish the interview."

"Yeah. He was probably uneducated or something. Isn't he also the one that reached the venue late? It is no wonder that he would be kicked out early."

His heart hurt, but he could not blame anyone. He was the one that was lacking a degree. He was the one that was late. He was not qualified at all. As Sato walk down the business avenue once again, he realised this time he came down this road with an injury on his stomach. It hurt but it did not hurt as much as the rejection he received.

Even on the train back home, he just stared out of the window and did nothing. No thoughts ran through his head, only the fleeting clouds and occasional birds that could be seen flying by. He felt empty. 

By now, the interview that concluded with the 19 interviewees and the conference room had 5 people left. They were the ones that are making the final decision. 

"I personally think that this lady, Myra Wilson is a good candidate. She spoke fluently and with confidence during our questioning. She was the one that shone out of the people in group 2." Colonel John gave his comment.

"Yeah I agree with John on his observation. The other 9 of them were rather mediocre when it came to speaking skills, which is something that is very crucial in the job scope of a PA." Colonel Cyrus agreed with him.

"Alright. We shall let Myra Wilson get through to round 2 of selections." Siara wrote down her name while looking for any form of response from her boss, Gray. He had kept his silence as per usual. Not many people could ever get him to talk, not even his closest colleagues or Personal Assistant. " Now let us look at group 1 then. I personally think the first person that introduced, Holly Windlock is quite good."

"Yes yes. I also thought that that lady Holly had a certain charm. Her smiles and the way she spoke could probably lead weak hearted males astray." Ms May commented while looking at the two Colonels.

"Hey! What are you talking about? I'm not weak hearted ok? However, she was definitely the prettiest candidate out of the 18 females." Colonel John shouted out.

"Hmm. She would be perfect when having to deal with public relations. Well let her through to the second stage, Siara." Colonel Cyrus agreed and Siara wrote down her name.

"General Gray, don't you think that Ms Holly looked really beautiful?" Cyrus asked Gray, to which he only received a glare from him. Cyrus then stood up and bowed slightly to him. "Sorry sir!" 

"Well we need one more candidate. Who do you guys find special or is a suitable candidate?" Siara cleared her throat and got back on topic. This time no one spoke out for the third candidate. Those two were the only ones that really stood out. "If there is no one, then I will just be training and observing two individuals." 

"I have one person in mind." Just then, Gray spoke out. Everyone was shocked at how there was someone that caught the General's eye. Which lady was it? Or could it be that man from group 2?

"Sato Takahashi. Put his name down." With that, Gray left the room first and the other four kept silent in shock. Sato? The young man that was kicked out even before the interview truly started? What was the Major General thinking? 

"Well I guess you should write his name down, Siara. We can't actually go against out Sir's choice." Colonel John broke the silent atmosphere. 

"Yeah. I do not know what my boss is thinking, but I will definitely keep an extra eye on this mysterious young man." Siara noted him down and the meeting concluded. 

At home, Sato was listlessly lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. What should I do? Work at a construction site to make ends meet ? Go back home to mother and father? 

His best friend, Ming had been trying to call through to him all day, but he had not pick up his phone. He just lied there, unmoving and still. 

At this moment, a different notification sound came through. It was for an email. Sato turned around to pick his phone up to see who is it from. It was from the Central Defence Base. 

Hmphh was this mail coming in to state that he had not gotten in? Sato clicked into the email. His eyes immediately widen into a circular ball.

 "I GOT IN!!!" Sato jumped out of his bed and was extremely ecstatic. He felt like he was brought back from the dead. He immediately called Ming back and told him about the good news he had received. However, Sato did not become complacent as he knew that this was just the beginning of everything.

Sato had to drop out of university as he lacked the funds to continue his education. Due to some unfortunate encounters, his original scholarship funds had disappeared and now he was forced to earn enough to carry on his education journey.

As such, he saw a advertisement ad recruiting a personal assistant in the military. Anyone could be eligible and not only that, the pay was high too. Immediately Sato applies for it, where he soon finds out that it was to be the Personal Assistant for a Major General of the Army of Country Z.

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Gun-Ho's request to establish a company had been approved.
As instructed by the certified legal consultant's office, Gun-Ho brought all the documents necessary in order to register his company to the tax office such as the certificate of business formation, the articles of incorporation, the share certificates, and the lease agreement for the office.
"Is the office-tel owner the same person as the company CEO?"
"Correct. The company will lease the office-tel from an individual, which is owned by myself."
"I see."
The tax office staff quickly registered Gun-Ho's new company.
"It was very quick."
Before coming back to his home, Gun-Ho placed an order for his business card with his job title—CEO after verifying the design of the card displayed on the computer screen, and also had the company stamp made, that would be registered later.
"Even a small tiny deli that is newly opened gets congratulatory flowers and stuff. Should I tell everyone that I opened a company? Nah, let's not. I don't do that kind of stuff."
 
Everything was ready for Gun-Ho to run the company.
"I received my business card and business registration. The Internet and fax are working now. So, everything is all set. I just need a business item."
Gun-Ho took a nap in his comfy executive office chair. Gun-Ho's office looked really nice; Gun-Ho spent some money on decorating his office.

Gun-Ho finally purchased a OneRoomTel in Seocho Town under the company's name. It was 320 million won.
"This OneRoomTel has 50 rooms with a shower facility, fire-fighting system, and HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning). And it's clean."
The rent for a room here was 400,000 won per month. Most residents were office workers working in the vicinity of the OneRoomTel. Gun-Ho was told there was no person like a derelict living in the building, who was often found in a cheap OneRoom.
The current owner was a retired government worker.
"Most of the rooms here are already occupied. The current occupancy rate is 90%. This OneRoomTel is popular among office workers who have to stay in the area because of their work and if their home is in a province. It is preferable compared to other OneRoomTels in the area because of good amenities."
 
Gun-Ho started calculating.
'The monthly rent per room is 400,000 won. There are 50 rooms, so the monthly income would be 20 million won if fully rented out. Currently, 90% of the rooms are occupied, so that would be 90% of 20 million won which is 18 million won. If I subtract my rent and the pay to the residential manager and other expenses, I would make about 13 million won. Assuming the owner exaggerated a bit about the occupancy rate then I would probably make at least 10 million won per month.'
Guessing that Gun-Ho was calculating the expected monthly income from this OneRoomTel, the owner tried to be chatty.
"I used to have 100% occupancy rate here before when there were many female workers living in this area who worked at a bar during night time."
"Female workers working in a bar?"
"Yes. There used to be a lot of those people in this area, but not anymore though because of the crackdown on those types of business. But still, this OneRoomTel has very high occupancy rate. You can ask the residential manager."
Gun-Ho talked with the residential manager.
He was a second-year law school student; he looked about five years younger than Gun-Ho. Gun-Ho was actually considering asking Min-Hyeok to work with him at the OneRoomTel, but he now thought that maybe he should keep the same residential manager who had already been working here.
"Where did you go to college?"
"A national university in a province."
"Hmm, I can't come here often so please take good care of the business."
Gun-Ho gave his business card to the residential manager. The residential manager humbly took his card with his two hands.
 
Gun-Ho kept searching on the Internet to buy another OneRoomTel.
"Once I acquire three OneRoomTels, I'd better hire a worker who can manage the OneRoomTel business. I shouldn't waste my time visiting the OneRoomTels regularly and taking care of tedious matter there. I'd better spend my time looking for another good business opportunity. I can bear the cost of hiring one or two workers."
 
Gun-Ho posted a job advertisement for two positions on WorkNet: one for a position related to real estate, and the other one was for someone who could handle bookkeeping and the Four Major Public Insurance. He didn't add any requirement on age, academic degree, gender or work experience.
After the due date for submitting the applications, Gun-Ho checked the resumes he received through his email, and he was surprised by the number of applications he received.
"Wow, all these people want to work here."
The economy was truly not doing well. There were over 50 resumes that arrived at Gun-Ho's email inbox.
 
Gun-Ho at first reviewed the applications for the real estate related position. Most of the applicants had a real estate license with work experience in real estate planning and development, or real estate sales.
"I prefer to work with someone who's earnest and has no ethical issue, rather than someone who has extensive work experience in the field."
Gun-Ho selected one applicant for an interview. That applicant used to work in a bank as a deputy general manager, and he then opened his own realtor's office after obtaining the realtor license.
"He retired at the age of 48 which seemed to be a bit early. It has been a year since he opened his realtor's office. That means he is not doing anything now. He looks nice in the picture."
Gun-Ho sent a text message to him inviting him for an interview.
 
As to the bookkeeping position, one candidate, who had one-year of work experience in bookkeeping and handling the Four Major Public Insurance at an exam preparatory private institution, drew Gun-Ho's attention.
"I might think differently if I see this candidate in person, but she looks nice and stable in the picture. She is living in Bongcheon Town which is a good distance to commute to my office. She can take the subway line 2 and get off at Gangnam Station; it's a convenient ride. She is 27 years old, but she wouldn't probably marry soon since these days people tend to marry at a later age. She has a certificate of computerized accounting with several computer-related certificates. Oh, she listed an award she received from high school." Gun-Ho chuckled.
 
It was the interview day. Gun-Ho planned to have an interview with the candidate for the real estate position first, and on the following day, he would meet with the bookkeeper position candidate for her interview.
The candidate who used to work in a bank arrived for an interview.
"I see that you used to work in a bank as a deputy general manager. Did you retire from banking work or quit the job because of your business?"
"I retired."
"Did you open the realtor's office right after you retired?"
"Correct."
"And, it didn't work out?"
"I actually obtained my realtor license when I was still working in the bank. I thought I wouldn't have any problem making money after my retirement since I had the realtor's license. But that was not the case. I eventually closed my realtor's office after paying the office rent for two years without making any money."
"So, after you closed the realtor's office, you didn't get another job?"
"I tried to get a job, but I couldn't find any office work. If you give me an opportunity to work here, I would work hard and do my best."
"How many family members do you have if you don't mind me asking?"
"I am married, and I have a daughter who is a senior in high school."
"As you already know, this is a startup company; I just opened it. So, I can't pay you much now. How much do you require working here?"
"I will be fine with about 2 million won per month."
"Hmm, you seem to be a very nice person, and you have many computer related certificates as well. I will have to think about it and will let you know about my decision through a text message."
"Thank you, sir, for your time."
The candidate gave a 90-degree bow to Gun-Ho before he left the office.
 
The next day, a female candidate came to Gun-Ho's office for an interview for the bookkeeper position.
"Is this GH Development?"
"Yes, it is."
"I am here for an interview."
The lady handed papers to Gun-Ho after pulling them out form a large envelope she carried.
"What is this?"
"These are copies of my various certificates."
"They are a lot. Please have a seat."
"What kind of software application did you use when you worked in accounting at the exam preparatory institution?"
"I didn't use any accounting program there. It was a small private institution."
Her response reminded Gun-Ho of his old days working at Bangil Gas. He worked in accounting at that time, but all the work was done manually. That company was small as well.
"Hmm, have you handled the Four Major Public Insurance?"
"Yes, I am actually very good at that work."
"How much did you get paid at your previous work?"
"My monthly pay was 1.8 million won. I worked five days a week and also worked every Saturdays."
"From your home in Bongcheon Town, you only need to take the subway once, right?"
"Right. It's very convenient to commute for me."
The lady smiled broadly. Gun-Ho liked her smile.
"By the way, what kind of business does this company do?"
"We do various things such as OneRoomTel leasing service and real estate auction."
"Oh, I see. Are there… many people applying for the job?"
"Yes, there are quite a lot."
The female applicant looked worried when Gun-Ho told her there were many applicants for the same position.
"Okay, thank you for coming. I will let you know through a text message."
The applicant gave a 90-degree bow to Gun-Ho and walked out of the office quietly.
Gun-Ho decided to hire both candidates: the one who used to work in a bank and this female candidate.

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.

A moment later, Qi Yanxi sighed, looking defeated.
"Fine. I just thought that I would regret it even more if I didn't come."
Qi Yanxi believed that if he really loved someone, he should go after her no matter what.
He would still care for her even if she couldn't love him back — even if she could never love him back.
What did it matter? At least he had tried, sparing no effort and with all his zeal.
He didn't want to live with all sorts of regrets when he was old, such as "well, if only I had tried a little harder back then," "if only I had told her 'I love you,'" or "if only we could have been together then."
There was no use crying over spilled milk and he only wanted to live in the moment.
"Xiaxia, don't feel awkward. It's not your fault that you're loved." Qi Yanxi shrugged and grinned, showing his fine white teeth.
An Xiaxia immediately shook her head and said seriously, "No, I've always found it very fortunate to be loved."
After some thought, she looked at Qi Yanxi and smiled. "Thank you for loving me once."
Thank you for making my teenage years so meaningful.
Thank you for showing me that such love exists in this world.
"What are you talking about?" Sheng Yize came back with three drinks.
Qi Yanxi jumped up and gave him a roguish smile. "We were saying that we should edit the wedding photos, replacing your face with mine. Teehee! I'm going to marry Xiaxia, too!"
Sheng Yize kicked him. "Not in this lifetime."
Qi Yanxi pursed his lips. "If marrying Xiaxia is out of the question, I can marry you! Little Blacky, I love you! Mwa!"
An Xiaxia was petrified. Somehow, that feminine way of talking suited Qi Yanxi very well!
Sheng Yize smiled and caressed his cheek. "Be a good boy, Little Flower."
He had lowered his tone, making his voice extremely alluring.
Qi Yanxi jumped away, frightened. "Shit! That was so scary! Stay away from me!"
He promptly ran away. Sheng Yize chuckled, then handed the milk tea to An Xiaxia. "There you go."
An Xiaxia took it and found that it was still hot — perfect to warm her hands with.
"You and Flower… are really suitable for each other in a way." An Xiaxia let her imagination fly. "I'm going to start a new story after we get back! It'll be all about the love-hate and bittersweet relationship between Blacky and Flower…"
Seeing his wife's sparkling eyes, Sheng Yize felt hopeless. "Can you try to write something normal?"
"What's not normal about that?" An Xiaxia, the famous slash fiction writer, refused to obey.
"You can write a story about Blacky and Xiaxia. Once upon a time, there was this Blacky who fell in love with Xiaxia. They then lived happily ever after…"
"That's such a boring story." An Xiaxia pursed her lips.
Sheng Yize, who had been belittled, was speechless.
His phone vibrated. Sheng Yize picked it up and saw that it was a message from his assistant.
"We managed to track down the IP address of the person who sent the email."
He replied, "Where?"
The assistant seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying, "The Meng family…"
His granny's home? Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow.
Who could have done such a petty thing?
No, the question should be: how had they found out about what happened back then?
His phone suddenly began to ring. It was from his assistant.
He walked a few steps away before picking it up. "Anything new?"
His assistant sounded like he was going to cry. "Mr. Sheng, someone… posted the content of that email on all the major websites and forums…"
Sheng Yize's pupils contracted.


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

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