Rebirth in hollywood will use his knowledge of the future to be the king of hollywood.

`` translated chinese novel``

some words may be wrong i don't speak chinese i'm using google translator.

I have no obligation to translate everything very well, I am not being paid for it.

I can read even with this problem

While Salem was learning the Chinese language, Zhang Zian was curious about the semi-transparent miniature whirlwinds that he saw between the dunes. How did they form? Why didn't they dissipate after a while?
Was it due to the unique geographical landscape? When the wind blew through the honeycomb sand dunes, it changed direction because of the shape of the sand dunes. Might this be similar to how water formed a vortex after flowing through a reef?
In order to learn the authentic Chinese language, Salem diligently helped Zhang Zian by carrying the drone suitcase. Wherever Zhang Zian went, he followed and tried to learn from him.
The strange phrases that Zhang Zian said made him curious. He had never heard them before while interacting with Chinese tourists. 
"Zhang Zian, can you say it again? I didn't hear it clearly," he begged.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Zian repeated.
"You... stinky prawn?" Salem tried to imitate the pronunciation.
"No, it is 'What are you looking at?'" Zhang Zian corrected him.
"What are you looking at?"
Salem had a lot of talent learning a new language. After all, he was a young man and could learn things quickly. In addition, he had a high degree of enthusiasm and motivation. After he repeated it several times, he had learned the pronunciation.
"That... If someone else said it first, how can I respond? Do I reply by saying the same thing?" he asked.
"Of course not! You have to respond, 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'" Zhang Zian said seriously.
Salem imitated him. "Hey... mud?"
"The accent should be placed on the last word. When you say it, you should have an imposing manner. It is best to stare at the person as you say it. 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'" Zhang Zian broke it down and taught him slowly.
Richard's claws suddenly grabbed his shoulder. It meant, "You are teaching him wrong things!"
"'What are you looking at?'... 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'... 'What are you looking at?'... 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'..." Salem muttered repeatedly and carefully tried to remember the newly learned greetings. He wanted to use them when he eventually went to China. Even if he could not go to China for a while, he could at least make a video call to Sihwa.
He didn't quite understand why he had to stare when he said, "'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'" Maybe this was the custom of the Chinese when talking. The staring was probably to suggest friendliness. After all, it was said that the eyes were the window to the soul, and staring opened the window. The wider it was, the more likely Sihwa could see his true feelings.
"Zhang Zian, I am done learning! Help me practice!" Salem said with great interest.
Zhang Zian nodded. "Good! What are you looking at?"
"I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?" Salem stared at him with a face full of rage.
Perhaps because it was genetic, the Bedouins had facial features that were highly pronounced and big eyes. Salem's actions made his already-large eyes even bigger.
"Yes, that's the spirit!" Zhang Zian said and raised his thumb.
Salem had gotten a compliment, and he was feeling really good about himself.
Richard covered his face with wings and couldn't imagine what kind of troubles Salem would encounter if he came to China. He was afraid that he would be killed before even leaving the airport…
Famous and Fina knew that he was being playful again and could not be bothered with Zhang Zian. They picked up their mats lazily and ran to a cool and ventilated place under the car to rest.
Having learned how to greet others, Salem was very satisfied. He then remembered he had another question and asked, "Oh, yes, Zhang Zian, you taught me how to eat, drink, watch movies, and sing. These are phrases. I don't quite know how to use them in sentences,. Can you teach me? Why can't you eat water and drink rice?"
Zhang Zian was not a language teacher. Could he really explain this well? These were the phrases that the Chinese commonly used and did not give much thought to how to use them.
He was annoyed when asked, but he didn't want to say that he didn't know. He replied, "These usages are all used to teach foreigners. In fact, the Chinese are not so complicated! Since we have such a great bond, I will let you in on a secret. One word is all you need to settle everything. That is the word 'whole'!"
Salem was shell-shocked from what he'd heard. He'd thought that it would be difficult to learn Chinese, especially so the complicated verbs. In the end, was all this simply to make things difficult for foreigners? Were they so unwilling to let others learn their language? If that was true, it was simply horrible!
Fortunately, he had a good relationship with Zhang Zian, and therefore, he'd learned this secret so easily. He now had a word that could replace all adverbs, and it truly made things easy.
A "whole" word—magical!
He still didn't dare to believe it completely. He tried to ask, "That can be for eating…"
"Whole bowl of rice!"
"Drinking water is…"
"Whole glass of water!"
"Watch a movie... I know, the whole movie?"
Salem seemed to have gotten it. Yet he did not know that he had been fooled…
"Yes! No wonder your cousin praises you for being smart!" Zhang Zian once again gave him a thumbs-up.
Salem smiled modestly. Although it was necessary to add additional nouns, the combination of new nouns was relatively fixed, making it way easier to learn.
In the spirit of helping people all the way, Zhang Zian added, "If you really don't know what to do, just say 'Whole what?' or 'What whole?' is good enough. Others can understand what you mean."
Salem was almost moved to tears. Chinese was so simple to learn!
"Forgot to mention that if you talk like that to a Chinese, they will definitely ask if you are a Northeastener." Zhang Zian remembered a loophole.
Salem replied, "A Northeasterner?"
"Well, you see, isn't Egypt in the northeast of Africa? So if the Chinese ask you if you are a Northeastener, you just say yes," Zhang Zian said.
"Oh."
Seeing that Salem believed whatever Zhang Zian said, Richard quickly criticized him. "You idiot! You are really horrible. I am clearly incapable of doing these bad things like you have done!"
Richard felt that he had to say something after seeing Salem whispering to himself all the new knowledge that had been given to him, revising things that would not truly prove useful to him.
Zhang Zian did not back down. "What do you know? I am helping him take shortcuts!"
Richard slammed his wings into Zhang Zian's head. "To hell with your shortcut! Don't you know? The Northeastern way of speaking is very contagious. Put a Northeasterner in the university dormitory and four years later everyone is going to speak like that! When Salem returns to the tribe...it'll be all your doing!"
Zhang Zian shuddered. After a few years, would the Bedouin tribe speak like the Northeastern Chinese?
That might just be a beautiful scene. Alas, it was also difficult to imagine...


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

　Zeng Ke was very clear that Jennifer was a language genius. In her previous contacts, Jennifer used three languages ​​including German, English, and French. Although she did not know whether Jennifer would speak another language, she showed it. Said, it is already a super learner.

　　Therefore, in order to avoid being "understood" by the other party, he has deliberately shown Czech, Czech is not the mainstream language in Europe, let alone worldwide, even in Europe, except in the Czech country. There are not many people.

　　Zeng Ke considered to be cautious, but the result was that the next second, Jennifer's delicate eyebrows raised immediately.

　　"what did you say?"

　　Zeng Ke's mouth widened in surprise, Jennifer responded to his language, which was Czech.

　　"Shit, what kind of city do you have? You are better than me who has the system?"

　　Zeng Ke murmured secretly, but with a smile on her face, she responded in Czech: "Nothing, ha, I praise you for being beautiful!"

　　"Thank you for your compliment, but ..."

　　Seeing Jennifer's calm face, Zeng Ke felt relieved. It seemed that the other party really didn't hear her and fooled her just now, but the next moment, Jennifer's hands stretched out and her tone was abruptly raised.

　　"Big pussy?"

　　"Forward and backward?"

　　"Want to have a chest and a butt?"

　　"... This is your compliment? I make you praise! I make your eyes look out of sight! I make you say good! ... I scratch you little gangster!"

　　Zeng Ke hadn't responded yet, and his two eyes were hit. It felt like Venus was full of his head. This was just the beginning. Jennifer's action didn't stop, presumably to give out the anger that had been "struck" before A brain vented. Keep your hands on Zeng Ke's face, head, ears, and keep scratching!

　　"Crouch! You vulgar woman!"

　　"Angel-like face, viper-like heart!"

　　"MD, are you still energetic? Don't force me to hit a woman, I'm going to fight back ... Hey hey, I'll just talk about it, ... special thing, don't hit your face! Hit someone without hitting your face Dalian is hurting my self-esteem ... I was wrong. I sincerely apologize for what I have done and what I have said. Do n't bother ...

　　Zeng Ke was tossed and screamed again and again, Jennifer was still indignant, and her hands were more than constant.

　　"What happened? What happened?"

　　Fake Gentile seemed to be awakened, his eyes turned blurry, watching the fierce fighting situation, the strange expression on his face, but finally shook his head.

　　Young people love to play, let them go!

　　"But ... this boy was able to speak fluent Czech, which is really unexpected."

　　...

　　After a toss, Jennifer's grievances were obviously smaller. She looked at Zeng Ke, whose eyes were like pandas, and narrowed in the corner of the carriage. The trembling appearance of the other side made her a little bit unbearable.

　　Zeng Ke glanced at the other side and said with a strain on his neck, "Why do you laugh? Don't think you're great. If I didn't hit a woman, I would tell you why the flowers are so red!"

　　Jennifer raised her eyebrows again, and Zeng Ke immediately retracted her neck. The momentum that had been hard to bulge suddenly disappeared without a trace.

　　"Do you speak Czech? Why haven't you heard it before?"

　　Jennifer flaunted her, and apparently she was a little tired at the moment. She no longer tossed Zeng Ke's thoughts, took a breath, and asked curiously.

　　"How long have we known each other, and not much communication, where do you know me? ... Hum, I have a lot of things, what can I say in Czech, my best thing is to count the means of playing sticks, yes Now, do you want to play with my stick? It's big and thick, as strong as steel, and you can't stop after you keep it! "

　　Seeing that Jennifer no longer played the prestige of "woman man", Zeng Ke's suffocation came up again, and whispered, Jennifer apparently couldn't understand the "connotation" in his words, and suddenly got proud again. Look, the mighty female man is no different from an illiterate person in front of the vast and profound Chinese language!

　　"Stick? What stick? You mean Koreans, I'm not interested in them ..."

　　Sure enough, Jennifer muttered in confusion, but quickly returned to the previous topic, "You say you know a lot, and tell me, what else can you order?"

　　"I know eight ... no, nine languages."

　　Zeng Ke flaunted, and when she saw Jennifer's disbelief, she opened her mouth and said in English, "You're Pretty!" (English)

　　"Tu es tres belle!" (French)

　　"Tu es muito bonita!" (Portuguese)

　　"..."

　　"Du bist sehr hubsch!" (German)

　　Zeng Ke spoke out the phrase "you are beautiful" in eight different languages, and finally made a summary in Chinese: "You are beautiful!"

　　An exaggerated pair of beautiful eyes, Jennifer covered her mouth, as if looking at an alien, her eyes were full of wonder.

　　A person can speak eight languages. No, counting his mother tongue, that's nine languages. God, what is this concept? It can be called a super-sexy school bully. Jennifer has always been very confident in her language talent, but at this moment, she has to admit that in the field of language, Zeng Ke has crushed her into slag!

　　"You ... how did you do that? God, it's incredible!" Jennifer felt her voice trembling, but her brows quickly froze again, wondering, "... No, didn't you speak a foreign language before? At least, you couldn't speak German, why suddenly ..."

　　Gintel, who was awakened again, turned his head, his face was full of shock and doubt. If there was no problem in his memory, the communication between him and Zeng Ke had to be helped by Xiao Zhou, but now ... ... Gentle stared at Zeng Ke, trying to hear his explanation.

　　"You don't understand the genius world."

　　Zeng Ke looked like a good teacher and pointed to the "Three Minutes to Learn German Quickly" that was set aside, and said arrogantly: "We have a saying in China called 'Tibetan Front and Humble'. What is the skill, naturally we have to hide it. Anxious, do not show your skills until the critical time. ... Of course, to tell you this you do not understand, but to put it simply, just read more, read more newspapers, eat less snacks and sleep! Study hard, every day up!"

　　"study hard, improve every day?"

　　Gintel and Jennifer glanced at each other stupidly, the former nodded: "This is a word with a lot of meaning."

　　Jennifer held the booklet in her hands, doubtingly: "Do you mean that as long as you read more books and learn more, you can learn so many languages? Not counting Chinese, you can also learn eight languages, but There is only one book ... "

　　"It's not easy."

　　Zeng Kehe smiled, took the backpack behind, opened it, flipped it over, and a brain poured out the contents.

　　A booklet with the book "Learn German in Three Minutes" appeared in front of her eyes, and Jennifer was almost out of sight.

　　"Spanish ... French ... Portuguese ... and ... Oh my god, do you own all the languages ​​in the world?"

　　Jennifer screamed.

　　Zeng Ke waved his hands boldly: "I gave you all these books, and apologized for the previous indecent assault!"

　　These booklets were prepared for him by Zhen Beibi. After all, there are countless countries in continental Europe, and the languages ​​used in different countries are different. Although English and French are the main languages, other languages ​​will be used whenever they are inconsistent. There is nothing wrong with being prepared. So Zhen Beibi bought a lot of cheap books.

　　It's a good time. I have been used to be a good friend, and I have acquired Madzic's supernatural language talent. He is proficient in many languages. These things have not been used anymore. In the fine tradition of waste utilization, I just give them away. Already.

　　"You've read these books ... Oh my God, Zeng, my impression of you has changed a lot. I have to say that you are the man I've ever loved to study! ... But these books ... Oh, why Looks so new? "

　　Jennifer glanced at Zeng Ke with adoration in her eyes. It was exactly the expression of a "flower idiot" when a school fighter saw a higher-level super school fighter.

　　"New? ... Well,  may be due to the weather, it is not well kept, and it's getting wet ... don't tangle these details, Jennifer, I'm very optimistic about you ... go to the book and remember Live, study hard, and improve every day! "

　　Zeng Ke encouraged two words, watched Jennifer nodded solemnly, opened a booklet, absorbed the knowledge of the ocean in the book like a sponge, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

　　"This big girl, is pretty, but it seems that my head is not enough, it is a big silly girl!"

　　When thinking this way, he saw that Gentle was looking at him strangely.

　　"See what I see. I'm not interested in men. Don't panic with such eyes!"

　　Zeng Ke said angrily.

　　I saw Gentle smiled meaningfully: "Rest assured, I am also not interested in men. I am happy that since you speak so many languages, you do n't have to worry about communication problems, which will help you Adapt to the new environment faster. "

　　"Still using you? Remember, I'm a genius! An omnipotent genius!"

　　Zeng Ke stinked a little bit of coaxing, and didn't want to say any more. He said so much and made a lot of mistakes, so he just pretended to be silent.

　　"genius?"

　　Gintle laughed twice, no longer said, nodded, turned his head and continued to lean against the seat cushion.

　　...

　　The journey to the provincial capital was smooth, and more than three hours later, Zeng Ke and his party arrived at CD's Shuangliu International Airport.

　　The ticket was ordered online long ago. An assistant went to fetch the ticket, and then the group waited and rested in the cafe in the airport. The flight to Amsterdam, the Netherlands, will depart at 9 pm, just now. At seven o'clock in the evening, that is to say, Zeng Ke waited for another two hours at the airport.

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"How sure are you?" Peter asked the lady. Although it wasn't that he would care if they don't accept him. "I'm 100% sure. Just prove yourself and your certificate then you will have the job, it only your behavior that will determine your days here." The clerk warned.
"Thanks for your time." Peter left for the deputy director office. Since he got to the company, the female staff he had seen were more than male, most of them were security. He can't wait to start working there, so he can have beautiful days. When he got to the top floor, he asked the security the office of the deputy director, the security directed him to the office with greet respect. The security seeing a well dressed young man, thinking he would be the son of one of the high-ups. Peter really find it fun, he wanted to know how the man facial expression would be if he knew he was here for an interview. "Sir, I don't know if people who are here for interview have started, I hope I'm not late." He said while walking along with the security man who was taking him to the deputy director office. The security stopped facing Peter, "so you are here for interview?" Staring at Peter as if he wants to see through him. Peter replied with a nod, "ok, you just have to go straight and turn at the corner you will be seeing, the office you are going to is right at the front of the corner." The security man said and left for his post. Peter didn't know if he should cry or laugh, people like that couldn't be trusted because they could change anytime. He hated people like that, who would lick your boots when you have power but would kick you down once you are powerless. He saw the office when he turned at the corner, knocked on the door, he was told to come in. Upon entering the office, he saw a lady on sit, he wanted to have a sit but he didn't because he feels something wasn't right. Although he didn't know that it's not good to sit when one wasn't asked to, but he followed his instinct.
"You can have your sit." The lady instructed after a while, she hadn't raised her head up since Peter got in. It was obvious that she was busy, Peter remained seated appreciating the well equipped office. One could smell huge money just by looking around. After a while the lady closed the file in front of her and kept it somewhere else. She then raised her head, she was surprised to see the young man before her. "How may I help you?" She asked.
"I heard that there is a vacancy here, so I'm here to try my luck." Peter replied.
"But we are through with the interviews, even the candidates who were qualified had started working. The only post we haven't see a candidate for is language expert. We have already stopped the advertisement on it since we didn't see any one coming for it  interview." She explained.
"I came particular for the post of language expert." 
"You are a language expert?" She was amazed that a young man like him would be a language expert. Peter responded with a nod. "Can you show me your certificate?" Peter gave her his certificates, including his master degree certificate. The lady could not believe her eyes, "sorry for the offense but how old are you?"
"I will be 21 years old in some months." Peter replied earnestly.
"How many foreign language have you acquired?"
"Five. Chinese, French, Dutch, German, Spanish." Peter could speak more than 10 foreign languages, he only mentioned 5 so as not to frighten the lady. He could speak Chinese, French, Dutch, German, Spanish, Japanese, Latin, Greek, Italian, Belgian, Russian among others. He was able to learn so many language during the Rwanda war through foreigners and scholars. Kidnapped by his then boss. The origin of the interest in languages was when he got to Rwanda from Nigeria with his parents, his mom told him that there are many more countries other than Rwanda and Nigeria with different languages; so one would have to learn their language if one wants to adapt to their environment. Since then he became determined he would understand as many languages as he can so he could travel to those countries. The people who taught him their languages were surprised with the kind of brain he had because he never forget what he was told the previous day, which helped him to understand those languages quickly and could speak them fluently. One of the scholars concluded that he had an eidetic memory. Only he knew that all his ability was as a result of the herbs he was soaked in by his grandfather. He remembered before his parents came to take him, he would be soaked in different herbs by his grandfather per day.
After being amazed for a while she then brought out some papers, on it were passage writing in different languages. She asked Peter to read and explained the content. When Peter was reading out fluently, she was convinced. When Peter explained everything, "you should drop your application letter, photo copies of your documents and your phone number with the lady you saw while coming in, then we would get back to you before the end of the day.

A young guy return home after experiencing series of events in his last 13 years in a foreign country. He's return was to find peace and live a different life, but fate brought something different. Dangerous situations to unfortunate encounter, betrayal after betrayal but he was able to bring the best out of it as if he was passing through a beautiful garden.

It should be forbidden to mock anyone who ventures into a foreign language. One morning, as I left the subway by mistake in a blue station just like her, with a name similar to her station, I made a call from the street.

"I'm almost there," I said.

I suspected at the same time that I had spoken nonsense because the teacher asked me to repeat the sentence.

"I'm almost there..." there was probably some problem with the word almost. But instead of pointing out my mistake, she made me repeat it, repeat it, repeat it, then burst into laughter that made me turn off the phone. When she saw me at her door, she had a fresh fit of laughter, and the more she choke back a laugh, the more her body trembled trying to hold back.

She said, at last, that she had understood that I would come gradually, first the nose, then an ear, then a knee, and the joke was not all that funny.

This was so true, that Yue was a little sad afterwards, and without knowing how to apologize, she brushed my trembling lips with her fingertips. Today, however, I can say that I speak Chinese perfectly, or almost. When at night I begin to murmur alone, the suspicion of a very slight accent here and there greatly afflicts me. In the environments I frequent, where I speak out on national themes, I use rare verbs and correct educated people, a sudden strange accent would be disastrous.

To get the schism out, I can only appeal to Yue, who is not very reliable either; in order to hold me there eating in her hand, as she may wish, will always deny me the last crumb. Still, I ask her in secret: Do I lose my accent? Spike, she answers little by little, first her nose, then an ear... and she dies of laughing, then she repents, puts her hands around my neck and so on.

I went to Shanghai with an unexpected landing when I flew from Kuala Lumpur to Seoul as a connection to São Paulo. The company offered an overnight stay at an airport hotel, and only in the morning would inform us that the technical problem, responsible for that scale, was an anonymous bomb complaint on board. However, peering over the midnight newscast, I had been intrigued by the Malaysian company's plane standing at the local airport runway.

I increased the volume, but the locution was in Chinese, the only language in the world which, according to bad tongues, you need to live two lives to learn. I turned off the TV, in São Paulo it was seven in the evening, a good time to call home; answered by the answering machine, I did not leave a message, nor would it make sense to say: hi, honey! it's me, I'm in Shanghai, there's a bomb on the plane, a kiss. I should be sleepy, but I was not, so I filled the tub, spread bath salts in the warm water, and distracted myself for a while with amassing foams. I was in it when, zil, they rang the bell, I still remembered that bell in Turkish is zil. Curled up in the towel, I answered the door and bumped an old man in a hotel uniform, a disposable razor in my hand. He had missed the door, and when he saw me he emitted a guttural "o", like one from a deaf-mute. I went back to the bathroom, and then I found it weird a luxury hotel to employ a deaf-mute as a messenger. But I was with zil in my head, that's a good word, zil, much better than bell or campanhia. I would soon forget it, as I had forgotten the haiku decorated in Japan, the Arabic proverbs, the Otchi Tchiornie who sang in Russian, from each country I thus take the language as a souvenir, a volatile souvenir. I have this childish ear that picks up and spreads the tongues easily, if I persevered I could learn Greek, Korean, even Basque. But Chinese, I had never dreamed of learning.

It was past a time when I went to bed naked, I turned on the TV, and the same woman from midnight, a blonde with a heavy makeup, presented a rerun of the previous newspaper. I realized it was a reprise because I had noticed the broad-faced peasant who stared at the camera with her eyes bent, wielding a cabbage the size of her head. She was shaking her head and cabbage up and down at the same time, and she spoke without a break to the reporter. And she would dig her fingers through the cabbage, and she would cry, and her voice would shriek, and her face would grow redder and swollen, and she would burrow ten fingers into the cabbage, and now my shoulders would tighten, but not from what I saw. I needed to capture at least one word. Word? Without the slightest notion of the aspect, the structure, the body of words, I had no way of knowing where each word began or how far it was going.

It was impossible to detach a word from the other, it would be like trying to cut a river with a knife. To my ears, the Chinese might be a tongue without any splendour, not made up of words, but made known only in its entirety. And the plane reappeared on the runway in a distant, dark, static image that emphasized, even more, the male voice of the voiceover. The news of the plane did not matter to me any more, the mystery of the aeroplane was obscured by the mystery of the language that gave the news.

I was listening to those amalgamated sounds when I suddenly detected the clandestine word, Malaysia Airlines.

Yes, Malaysia Airlines, surely the announcer had let it escape, the English word infiltrating the wall of Chinese words, the loophole that would allow me to unlock all the vocabulary. The newspaper was followed by a roundtable whose participants seemed to misunderstand, then a documentary on the seabed with transparent fish, and at two o'clock returned to my makeup friend, who was ageing every hour.

Meteorology, Parliament, stock exchange, students on the street, shopping mall, peasant with cabbage, my plane, and I already risked reproducing some phonemes from Malaysia Airlines. There came a girl in a red shawl and black bun threatened to speak Spanish, changed the channel in a jump-scare. I fell on a channel in English, one more, another in English, a German channel, an Italian, and back to the interview with the Andalusian dancer.

I muted the television and looked at the subtitles, and looking at Chinese words for the first time, I had the impression of seeing their skeletons.

At six in the morning, when the alarm rang, I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Soon I would recite in unison with the announcer the news of the aeroplane, a good twenty seconds of Chinese. As it was, I dressed in disgust the clothes of the day before, because they had only released the carry-on luggage, and I went down to the lobby, which was a Babylon. The more the various languages went, the more the protests against terrorism, the airline, and the extras charged by the hotel were exalted. The voices only settled when the restaurant was opened for the free breakfast, but then the damage was done. I tried to get my Chinese words in my head and only found Malaysia Airlines.

I still tried to concentrate, looked at the floor, walked from here to here, and nothing. In the back of the room I saw a wheel of talking waiters, and I thought I could at least trace some words from them. But when they noticed me, they were abruptly silent and told me to sit down with three big slim-faced men on a table full of crumbs, fruit peels, cheese peels, and four more yoghurt glasses scraped. There remained untouched in the basket of bread a similar reddish-coloured broccoli, certainly a native speciality, which I have tried with caution and education. The dough was light, with a sweet taste that left a bitter memory with time. I ate the first, the second, I ended up eating all four because I was hungry, and it was not all bad if swallowed with tea. It was a pumpkin bread, as the maître said in English, but I did not want the broa's recipe, I wanted to taste how it sounds in Chinese.

"In Chinese," I insisted.

I suspected that they were jealous of their language since the maître was non-plussed. He made a guttural "o", poured a bunch of broccoli on my plate, rejected by the neighbouring tables, and clapped his hands to hurry me, making me see that the restaurant was empty. In the lobby, a stewardess with a list and a walkie-talkie in her hand screamed Mister Silva! Mister Silva!, and I was the last one to join the legion that was strangling on the conveyor belt ten meters from the hotel door.

We slip to the boarding gate through a long, sparkling free territory, a country of no language, a country of figures, icons and logos. In the Federal Police, a moustachioed official leafed lazily through each passport, which he returned without stamping. He drained away my hope that I would hear the ultimate voice of a Chinese, there was not a good morning out of his mouth, a thank you, a good journey, much less a come again. Who knows, as compensation, as I settled into the business-class armchair, the taste of pumpkin bread returned to my tongue, and now it was sweet again. I tightened my seatbelt, closed my eyes, I thought I was not going to sleep anymore, so I took a sleeping pill, and the plane took off. I reached the window, it was all cloudy, the pill was working. When it opened a hole in the clouds, it seemed to me that we were flying over Shanghai, cut by a river. The Yangtze, I thought, was the Yangtze but it was not blue, it was yellow, the city was yellow, the roofs, the asphalt, Funny that, a yellow city, I thought Shanghai was grey, but Shanghai was yellow.

Breno Silva has just attended the Anonymous Writers Congress in Kuala Lumpur and is on his way back to São Paulo when a bomb scare on his Malaysia Airlines flight forces him to spend a night in Shanghai.
Fascinated by the Chinese language - he is after all a ghost writer by trade and a man who lives by language - he spends the night watching television, trying to pick out words. In charting Breno's life we enter a storytelling labyrinth, as his myth-making, love-making and essays into another culture become mired in the world where celebrities make reputations and fortunes from the writing of others, and where the reader is not sure what language, or what reality, is being offered.

She was a person who had experienced the coldness and warmth of the human world. She would also sincerely repay those who treated her well. She had no reason to accept everything about this body, but she would try her best to accept it. However, the so-called mother, who received the memories, did not have a good relationship with her. Since she was young, if it was not for Qian An.. Perhaps her personality would have been completely distorted.
She didn't do anything wrong when she came and was beaten up by her for no reason. Shui Shui Shui also understood that there were many things that couldn't be forced. Although she didn't understand why this mother treated her daughter this way, she had replaced her original body.. Naturally, she wouldn't be like her original body. She would only stand there and take the beating. She would only silently accept it.
She accepted the memories, but she was actually not her original body, so she wasn't bound by any restrictions. Of course, in modern society, there were many times when she couldn't control herself. Therefore, when she knew that this woman wasn't her biological mother, she was very happy. At least, she could get rid of the restrictions of morality and didn't need to be bound by superficial morality.
It was time for class. Shui Shui was still thinking about it, but her gaze was already on the textbook.
The language teacher's class was extremely boring. Many people started to wander off, and Shui Shui was no exception. This was because she was really not interested in the arts. She took the ancient poems that she had to memorize and began to memorize those ancient poems. She memorized two of them every day.
The language teacher was not in a good mood today. Seeing that so many people were not listening to the class, she was a little angry "everyone, pay attention. The Arts class this time is not very ideal. Why don't you all reflect on yourselves? With this class attitude, how can you improve your language skills? "
"Qian Shuishui, do you think it's right for you to not attend class? " Even though you're the top student in your grade, you still have to look at other subjects. You can't be too biased towards subjects. If your language scores go up, it will also increase your marks."The language teacher also hoped that Shui Shui Shui could attend the class She would take the lead.
She called Shui Shui directly to remind everyone.
Shui Shui was also speechless. She was the quietest. As for the others, they were reading extra-curricular books, playing with their phones, and others were doing other things. Why did they have to call her? was there a need for that Moreover, the information she was looking at was the ancient poems and classical Chinese from the college entrance examination.
"although I have other things to do, the things I'm looking at are related to Chinese. This can also improve my Chinese score. " Shui Shui thought so, but her words were more tactful, and she tried to use a gentle tone She wanted to express her attitude towards learning.
It was impossible for her to be completely focused during every class. Moreover, she really felt very awkward and bored in the Liberal Arts. It was normal for her to be biased. In her previous life, her bias was even more serious, but in this life, it was much better.
The teacher walked down from the podium and picked up Shui Shui's information to read. "En, it is indeed related to ancient poetry and classical Chinese. If you read it, do you think you can learn more? Why don't you use the time after class to memorize it? Wouldn't that be better? "
Shui Shui didn't say anything. She couldn't say it because if she continued, it would make the language teacher feel embarrassed, so she could only remain silent.
Some people in the class were gloating, while others felt that Qian Shuishui was very innocent. who asked Qian Shuishui to be number one in the grade Therefore, she became the focus of the teachers'training. No one was perfect. Qian Shuishui was also good at science. Her liberal arts was average. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't outstanding either. In this exam, Shui Shui scored 130 points in Chinese and more than half of her score was deducted from her composition. This kind of score couldn't be considered bad. Her score for history and politics was around 70. As for geography, it just so happened to be 70 points. The highest score for Liberal Arts was around 90 points Therefore, her score wasn't good enough. It just so happened that science was difficult. The average score for science wasn't ideal. However, Shui Shui got full marks directly, which made up for the gap in the liberal arts.
After the teacher finished talking about Shui Shui, she did not continue because Shui Shui did not speak. She thought Shui Shui had listened to her. She continued to attend her own class. Some people who went too far would be called out directly.
Shui Shui continued to memorize ancient poems and classical Chinese. It was really boring. It was hard for her to say that she was serious about learning Chinese. For some reason, she was not interested in liberal arts and did not want to spend too much time on it. She had thought about taking it seriously before, but it was useless. If she did not like it, she did not like it. She could not force it.
She did not deliberately say that she wanted to get first place. If she could get it, she would get it. If she could not get it, it was fine. In any case, in science, she would fight for it if she could.
People were ambitious. She did not like to hide her weaknesses, so she went straight to her goal.
After the Chinese class ended, many people began to complain. "Is the teacher having menopause and having such a bad temper? "
"She even mentioned Qian Shuishui. I think Qian Shuishui's Chinese scores aren't bad either. 130 points. The highest score in our class is only 132. " She felt that the teacher's scolding of Shui Shui was also baffling.
"Shui Shui, what do you think? " They asked Shui Shui.
Shui Shui was embarrassed. "I don't think it matters. After all, the teacher didn't deliberately target me. She's under a lot of pressure. You guys don't have to care too much. The Chinese teacher has always been more serious. "
She didn't care. If she was scolded, so be it. Anyway, it wouldn't affect her. Besides, the teacher couldn't possibly say that it was intentional. She really wanted her to listen to the class seriously and let her lead the class, but she really couldn't do anything about it.
From Shui Shui's tone, it seemed to be very pretentious, but in fact, it was very real. Everyone believed it because Shui Shui had always been like this. She would do whatever she was supposed to do. The teacher also favored Shui Shui more, but she was still like this. She hadn't changed, and only then did she realize.. She spoke more directly and felt that her words were very mature. She wouldn't completely side with anyone.
In a while, the physics class was about to begin. The teacher came and began to organize the students "The school believes that all of you should also participate in remedial classes. However, it also depends on your wishes. The students of the key classes must also participate in remedial classes. If you don't want the gap to be too big, I suggest that all of you also participate in remedial classes. "
There was a wave of plaintive voices because everyone did not want to participate in remedial classes.
Shui Shui was called out by the physics teacher, "Qian Shuishui, do you think that you should participate in remedial classes? "
Asking her again It was awkward. The other students were also speechless. The teachers loved to find Qian Shuishui to talk about it.
Shui Shui stood up. That would be troublesome now. "Uh, teacher, it's not very good to ask me this question. "
"You got first place, but the pressure you brought to the key classes, they will definitely work harder. At that time, what should you do? " The physics teacher continued to ask Shui Shui.
"Of course, when they are working hard, I am also working hard. I can't guarantee that I won't be inferior to others, but I don't want to waste time on making up lessons since it's more efficient for me to learn on my own. Of course, I can only speak for myself."Shui Shui had a good relationship with the physics teacher So, she directly revealed her thoughts. How should I put it? She had discussed it in private before, and she also indicated that the time she spent on physics was longer than any other subject.
She hoped that the teacher would stop calling her names and asking for her opinion.


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

The incident passed quietly. Huang Qunsheng got up early the next morning, and after having woken Huang Xuan up, he started packing. He would go to Sao Paulo University as a visiting scholar. For the sake of safety, Huang Xuan had to follow his father.
Xihuang Industrial Company found them a small villa, which was about 300 square meters, less than two km away from the university. If they got up early in the morning, they could even walk there. Huang Qunsheng loved the surroundings and took it readily. Huang Xuan didn’t have much say in this kind of issue. He would have to audit classes at Foreign Language Academy of Sao Paulo University and spend three hours per day learning from a tutor, whose name was Da Silva, Huang Qunsheng’s interpreter offered by Xihuang Industrial Company before a better candidate appeared. Da Silva was over 30, a person of mixed blood between Chinese and Brazilian, who spoke bad Chinese but interpreted Portuguese correctly.
The official language of Brazil is Portuguese. However, because it is geographically far from Portugal and because of years of political and cultural influence, Portuguese dictionaries aren’t of much use here. Brazilians usually could speak basic Spanish but didn’t speak English well. Certainly, even if every Brazilian could speak English fluently, it wouldn’t help Hung Xuan much. Rolin could be the interpreter, but considering the distance, he was too cheap to speak. According to him, “Saving energy is superior to communicating.” Huang Xuan’s father could only speak English and a little Latin, and often had difficulty talking with Brazilians. Luckily, the staff of Sao Paulo University spoke good English and could communicate with Huang Qunsheng freely.
Regarding the language, Zhang Xinyi couldn’t do much either but hoped that Huang Qunsheng could spend some time educating Huang Xuan. As to the result, the past 15 years spoke for themselves.
Rolin was working hard to translate materials, but since his energy supply totally depended on Huang Xuan, the domestic supply couldn’t meet the base’s increasing needs anymore. To transmit energy to the base from Brazil, the base had to be moved. Whether or not it was worth it was a major question.
Brazil’s nuclear power was developed, but it was state-owned. On the other hand, it was the world’s biggest bioenergy producer, mainly in biodiesel and ethanol fuel. It produced 2.1 billion L of ethanol fuel every year. When this number was translated, Huang Xuan seemed to have heard Rolin swallow his saliva.
“Actually, I do not only consume electricity,” said Rolin.
Huang Xuan was tempted by the number too, but it was like at home right now. His mom had told him to watch more and talk less. He looked at the materials on the computer and couldn’t make his decision. “Rolin, what about me buying out another energy-consuming enterprise like an aluminum factory?” he pried.
“It’ll do.” Rolin didn’t show much enthusiasm. “In one week or so, the base will have enough energy to be upgraded to level 21. Then it will daily consume 500,000 kWh of energy, which requires not only a steady energy channel but also an adequate supply. Otherwise, it won’t be necessary to move the base.”
“How can it be unnecessary? I need your help,” Huang Xuan thought. However, according to the industrial electricity cost at home, 500,000 kWh would cost ¥300,000, which meant nine million per month. Although he had 200 million dollars right now, the operating rights belonged to his parents. All he could dispose of was just about one million.
Thinking this, he sighed. Half a month ago, he had had ten million, but now he had been demoted by one grade. He was afraid that he would be in debt in a few days. 
“Rolin, the auction of ancient books is in the next few days, isn’t it?” Thinking of what he had got at the last auction, Huang Xuan felt his needs for the auction had become a lot stronger.
“In three days.”
“Then contact Liu Ziqing for me. Even if I can’t be on the spot, I want to hear about it.”
“OK.” Rolin had become more and more civil as Huang Xuan gave him more and more energy. The mention of killing never happened again. Privately, Huang Xuan thought it was not only related to authority but also due to priority. Of course, he was just guessing.
Soon, Liu Ziqing was on the phone. Huang Xuan skipped the courtesy and asked directly, “Mr. Liu, how’s the preparation for the auction going?”
“We’ve invited about 150 customers. Most of them are wealthy enough to vie for your articles.” He then congratulated him by saying, “I’ve heard that you have gone to Brazil to study. Will you come back for the auction?”
Naturally, going to Brazil to study was just an excuse. Huang Xuan could at most be called a visitor. He smiled and replied, “I won’t, but I need a favor.”
“Sure. Go ahead, please.”
“It’s about the currency. As you know, I am in Brazil now and, of course, use reals and dollars in my daily life. Therefore, I hope you can convert the money into US dollars and wire it into my account.”
Liu Ziqing hesitated. It was troublesome to exchange ten million RMB into US dollars. However, he considered it for only a few seconds and then said with a smile, “No problem. But since it isn’t stipulated in the contract, I need to ask my company for instructions. Besides, the time of payment will be delayed.”
“OK,” Huang Xuan responded. “Five million RMB shall be deposited into my domestic account; the rest shall all be exchanged for US dollars or reals. If it is too much trouble, you can directly wire RMB into my account. As to the specific account information and terms of payment, I will notify you some other time.”
“No worries,” Liu Ziqing agreed repeatedly. Although Huang Xuan had said that RMB was also acceptable, as an auction house in fierce competition, Sothebys wouldn’t throw its customers into inconvenience.
The talked ended as it was time for Huang Xuan to have the Portuguese class. Da Silva was a responsible teacher. It would be more precise to say that he was a Brazilian who was happy to teach somebody. Judging from the speed at which he talked, it would be fair to say that he made good use of every minute of the three hours.
Huang Xuan was a beginner while Da Silva could only be counted as a Brazilian who studied Chinese. More importantly, Huang Xuan wasn’t interested at all. He just stood there miserably. Watching Da Silva’s mouth moving, he said in a voice nearly inaudible, “Rolin, is there any way that I can speak Portuguese at once? I barely know any English. It’s unbelievable to make me study another language.”
“There’s no way,” Rolin answered seriously.
“You have to know Portuguese even when you are buying a pack of tissues,” Huang Xuan said resignedly. “Can you help me? How about ten million kWh of electricity? Don’t you have some kind of technology from tens of thousands of years later? Did you need to learn a new language when you traveled to another space and time before?”
Evidently, Rolin loved the terms Huang Xuan had put forward, but he still answered honestly, “The base doesn’t have the function of assisting in studying until level 21, and even if it does, the learning will still take a long time. In addition, I suggest you learn the language well, which helps a lot during plane travels.”
Hearing the words “take a long time”, Huang Xuan was bored and said, “What’s the use? You can translate anyway.”
“There’re some things I don’t understand and only humans can. When that happens, you will lose a lot of opportunities.”
“Whatever.” Huang Xuan didn’t care.
Da Silva, who was teaching happily, didn’t notice his only student was absent-minded. Huang Xuan was staring at the textbook on the desk in a daze when Rolin said, “Huang Xuan, are you interested in traveling to another plane?”
This was the third time Rolin had invited Huang Xuan. Every time Huang Xuan had refused before, which wasn’t strange because, after the freshness, the unadventurous Huang Xuan would rather watch a boring movie or gossip than go to a territory beyond his cognitive ability.
If he hadn’t been sent to Brazil, he would have lost interest in Rolin. The properties under his name had been more than 200 million dollars, which would make him on some kind of fortune list at home. He was satisfied with his life. There was no point traveling to another plane.
He hesitated, looked at Da Silva who was talking excitedly, and then whispered, “You know, I can’t go back now. And didn’t you say that the base couldn’t be moved right now?”
“Plane travel can be done without moving the base,” Rolin answered Huang Xuan’s question with some contempt. Then he raised his voice and continued, “but it will consume more energy. The age of planes is all about energy! Energy!” If it had been before, Rolin would have minded the loss of energy, but now he understood that only by opening the channels could the needs be met.
Huang Xuan covered his forehead with his hand. “Sh! Whatever!”
Seeing that Huang Xuan finally had some interest in traveling to another plane, Rolin became excited and said right away, “To get ready, we need the equivalent, a warehouse, energy…”




Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



Although Old Mr. Wen found it a pity that such an expensive vase had been broken, he did not say anything else. However, he gave Old Mrs. Wen a lashing for taking matters into her own hands and giving Mo Yunyao's belonging to Xia Ruya.
Old Mrs. Wen did not defend herself since she knew that she was at fault.
Wen Xinya still remembered the expression on Xia Ruya's face. It was as if web-like structures and cracks began to form in a mirror. She looked extremely hideous, grotesque and awful… 
Wen Xinya felt that it was not that unbearable to live under the same roof as Xia Ruya.
She was no longer the angst and easily-agitated Wen Xinya that she used to be in her previous lifetime. Xia Ruya's scheming tricks and attempts to provoke her were not going to pose a threat to her.
Wen Xinya had been in high spirits lately and passed her tests with flying colors, thus giving her lots of confidence for the upcoming final year examinations. She did not have to worry about the preparations for her coming-of-age ceremony either. Thanks to her competent subordinates, her career had been going on rather successfully too. Hence, she decided to use her spare time to pick up Russian. Not only did she enroll herself into Russian tuition classes, but she had also even downloaded Russian songs on her mobile phone. She also began watching Russian movies which depicted World War II, instead of her favorite Chinese historical television dramas.
Wen Xinya sat on the carpet and munched on some snacks while watching an old Russian Movie. She kept her eyes fixed on the Chinese subtitles while trying to learn how to pronounce Russian words.
"Are you learning Russian?" Si Yiyan asked, listening to her mimic the Russian actors like a parrot. He was incredibly amused by her, too distracted to even read his documents.
Wen Xinya threw her Russian beginner's textbook aside and groused angrily. "I'm not going to learn anymore. I don't want to learn anymore. Russian is way too difficult and the pronunciation is too complicated."
Although she had good memory skills and could memorize everything easily within a short amount of time, she lacked talent in picking up new languages. During her English lessons, she did better in theoretical knowledge compared to dictation. Fortunately, dictation only made up 20% of the total score of the English paper of her examination. Otherwise, her final grades would definitely be pulled down by the English subject.
In her previous lifetime, she was not fluent in English at all.
Hence, she decided to blame it on the complicated theory of genetics and never once admitted that it was a problem of hers.
After all, her mother still had to bring a translator along when she went to England for an interview with a fashion magazine, despite being intelligent and brainy. On the other hand, her respectable maternal grandfather would also frown at the sight of English books.
Si Yiyan smiled alluringly and said, "Forget it if you don't wish to learn any more then. However, it takes a lot of time and energy to pick up a new language, regardless of what it may be."
Although he could guess how frustrated she was with learning Russian… he was too embarrassed to tell her that talent was of the utmost importance when picking up a new language.
"I was just picking it up casually. I'll learn whatever I can," said Wen Xinya, who then picked up the textbook again. Russian could be considered Si Yiyan's second mother tongue which he would speak in almost all the time, except when he was with Wen Xinya. Hence, she wanted to master the Russian language and understand his world.
However, Si Yiyan understood what her intentions were and grabbed the textbook from her hands. After browsing through it casually, he threw it into the rubbish bin and said, "Such a lousy Russian textbook. It's not going to help you learn Russian at all."
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up and she thought to herself, So I've been failing to learn the basic pronunciations even after trying for several days, because of how lousy the textbook is and not because of my lack of talent. 
Si Yiyan pulled her into his arms and said smilingly, "There's an easier way for you to learn Russian!"
Wen Xinya held Si Yiyan's hand and said, "What is it? Hurry and tell me. It's too difficult to learn Russian. The pronunciations are too complicated."
Si Yiyan smiled mysteriously and said, "Right before you!"
"Are you going to teach me?" asked Wen Xinya, who realized that Russian was Si Yiyan's second mother tongue and hence, he would definitely be proficient in it.
Si Yiyan kissed her lips gently and said, "Of course I can teach you, but not for free…" He then continued suggestively, "I'm taking into account our relationship, so I'll make an exception this time and let you make up for it with your body. Once every lesson…"
Wen Xinya blushed red and glared at him before caving in to his intense gaze. "Si Yiyan, you're too despicable. Shameless, gangster, lecher! You're full of lustful thoughts. If I…" She lowered her voice and continued, "If I still can't master Russian even after having paid for my school fees, wouldn't I be at a loss?"
She had no confident in herself at all.
Si Yiyan grinned widely and said, "If you can't learn it well, I'll return it to you. Twice… every lesson!"
Wen Xinya's eyes widened in shock and she glared at him again. "You… you're too shameless!"
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "So… do you want to learn from me or not? This is an extremely rare opportunity. Although I can't guarantee that you'll be able to make it your second Mother tongue, it won't be a problem for you to speak it well."
Wen Xinya glared at Si Yiyan and turned as pale as a tomato. Gritting her teeth, she gave in to temptation and answered, "Fine, I'll learn. What's there to be afraid of?"
She suddenly realized that she would be his after she turned eighteen. It wouldn't matter how many times they did it then… 
Finding her actions to be extremely adorable, a warm and fuzzy feeling filled Si Yiyan's heart and he said, "We'll start now then!"
"Wait a minute!" Wen Xinya sprung up from the carpet and grabbed her bag that was sitting on the couch. She then retrieved a journal and pen that she would often bring around with her.
Si Yiyan stared at the journal and pen in her hands.
Wen Xinya made a stroke on the journal and said, "I must take notes, lest you go back on your word and abuse your authority."
She could not help but be reminded of the time when Si Yiyan brought her to an auction on a cruise in Nantong. She had gambled with Si Yiyan then and made a huge loss. She still owed Si Yiyan a lot.
"Baby, you're too lovable." Si Yiyan then pinned Wen Xinya beneath him and began smooching her passionately.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

Gun-Ho had lunch with the branch manager of the stock brokerage firm at a Japanese sushi restaurant.
"Sir, which stocks do you currently invested in these days? Even though I am a branch manager, I can't look into a client's account without their consent."
"I have Kumho Chemical stock."
"I see. It is a very good choice. You must have some sort of insight into selecting the right stock as a big player."
"Do you have any information on Kumho Chemical?"
"The older brother of Kumho Asiana Group recently tried to make an M&A of Daewoo Construction Company and failed to do so. That resulted in deeper discord between the two brothers."
"He tried to get something he couldn't get. Daewoo Construction Company is too big for him to acquire. I guess the people around the older brother didn't assist him right."
"The brothers of Kumho family were supposed to equally share Kumho Chemical stock as 10.1% for each. However, they failed to maintain this state as the younger brother is trying to increase his share; that's what I heard."
"Hmm."
"If that is what's really happening, the price of the stock will go up again."
"I currently have 30 billion won worth of stocks through your stock brokerage firm.
"Wow. Did you say 30 billion won?"
"I suppose your company must have clients who are bigger players than me in the stock market; especially your firm is located in Gangnam."
"Oh my goodness, sir. Even in Gangnam, there is no one who places tens of billions of won in their stock account. As far as I know, you are the biggest player in the stock market."
"If I want to sell some stocks and invest more in Kumho Chemical, how much do you think I should buy?"
"If I were you, I would invest 30% of the total funds in the stock account, in Kumho Chemical."
"Which stock should I buy with the remaining funds then?"
"What do you think of Macquarie Korea Infrastructure Fund (MKIF)?" Their stock price doesn't fluctuate significantly and also you can expect to receive a dividend."
"It's a joint venture of Macquarie Group and Shinhan Group, right?"
"That's right. You know about that company?"
"Actually I have a joint venture myself with China as well."
"Oh, you do?"
"Infra companies rarely go under."
"I am a risk taker and a winner. I don't like stable stocks."
"But you want to invest in the stock market within some sort of safety zone."
"Thank you for meeting with me and giving me information today."
"Anytime, sir. I enjoyed meeting with you. We learn a lot from big player investors like you as well."
 
When he got back to his office, Gun-Ho thought of what the branch manager of the stock brokerage company said.
"The brothers of Kumho family no longer maintain the same number of shares on Kumho Chemical stock."
Gun-Ho smiled.
 
After three months, when Gun-Ho opened his stock account, his eyes widened. He could feel that his body temperature was rising. He then thought that he shouldn't show his current emotion to anyone.
"Oh my goodness. The price of Kumho Chemical stock increased three times. My shares of Kumho Chemical are worth 90 billion won now."
Gun-Ho wanted to scream in excitement and laugh loudly, so he ran to the underground parking lot where he parked his Land Rover. Once he got into his car, he started the engine and began to laugh like a crazy man.
"Hahahahaha."
There was no one in the parking lot, and because of the sound of his car engine, no one would be able to hear his laughter.
 
Gun-Ho was actually going to sell all of the Kumho Chemical stock earlier.
"It's stupid to sell the stock knowing that the Kumho brothers are still fighting each other."
Gun-Ho felt a sense of relief.
 
'Good opportunity doesn't often come in a lifetime. Chairman Lee told me not to invest in the stock market since the other player's cards are unknown. However, this was a special case. I could see the other player's cards, and it is a rare opportunity that I encounter maybe once in a lifetime. I shouldn't sell the stock just yet.'
 
Gun-Ho felt the urge to sell the stock and grab the cash of 90 billion won, so he could acquire Mulpasaneop with the fund.
'No! No! This is an opportunity that comes once in a lifetime. I see the other player's cards!'
Gun-Ho needed help to suppress his urge to sell the stock; maybe he should go on a trip abroad.
However, if he traveled more than a week, the trip would probably bore him; he would probably think of going home immediately.
"I should at least wait for six months before I sell the stock. What should I do during those six months? Should I go to a private institution and learn something? Just like how I learned about the auction?"
 
Gun-Ho registered for an English course in the Gangnam area. He also registered for a Japanese course that he could take in the afternoon. He actually didn't care much about learning foreign languages; he just needed something to distract himself from thinking of stock.
"Let's just learn the basic English and Japanese, so I can at least say hi in those languages."
Gun-Ho was well aware of the fact that it took time to learn a foreign language, and it was impossible to speak a foreign language in a day or two.
"It took me three years to speak Chinese, and I wasn't even fluent at that time. I will be satisfied if I could say hi in English and read Katakana and Hiragana in Japanese."
Gun-Ho didn't expect much at all while he was attending the language classes to learn English and Japanese.
 
Gun-Ho was having his usual day.
He went to his office in the morning and listened to Manager Kang and Ms. Ji-Young Jeong's report; he then signed on their reports. He read three different newspapers: an economic newspaper, a conservative-inclined daily newspaper, and a progressive daily newspaper.
 
"I need to know the view from both sides: conservative and progressive groups, so I don't lose my sense of balance."
After reading those three different newspapers, it was usually lunchtime.
Gun-Ho usually went to a luxurious restaurant and had tasty food for his lunch since he had more than enough money to ignore the lunch cost.
 
In the afternoon, he attended two different language classes to learn English and Japanese. Once the classes ended, he practiced golf or worked out in a gym.
The instructors of the language classes were young female native speakers. Many housewives from Gangnam came to Gun-Ho's language classes as well. They were not really studying hard, but it seemed that they just came to the class for fun.
 
GH Development Company was doing fine. Even though it was a small company with a small office, which was running four OneRoomTels, the office was big enough to give space to two employees and Gun-Ho. The company was also financially doing good enough to pay two employees too. Gun-Ho also liked the fact that he could always ask either Manager Kang or Ms. Ji-Young Jeong for any necessary work or errands.
 
Manager Kang and Ms. Ji-Young Jeong trusted Gun-Ho since he was treating them well, and they knew Gun-Ho was a wealthy man even though his company was a small-sized company.
The joint venture that Gun-Ho was participating in was doing fine as well. He invested his 1.5 billion won to this joint venture, and the company didn't have to spend those funds any longer because it could run with the rent they were receiving from companies in the industrial park. So, at this point, Gun-Ho didn't have to invest an additional fund to the joint venture.
"It usually takes way more than 1.5 billion won to start a joint venture."
Gun-Ho's joint venture wouldn't make a significant amount of money in a short period of time; it was not that kind of business. However, it could bring in steady income. Gun-Ho was especially content with the fact that he could use the experience and connection he gained by participating in the joint venture as a stepping stone when it became the right time to get into the Chinese market with his own future business.
Gun-Ho also placed the right person in the joint venture for him in China. Min-Hyeok who went to high school together with Gun-Ho was also born to a poor family as Gun-Ho, so they shared similar life experiences and understood each other better. Min-Hyeok was by nature a hard worker and an earnest person. Gun-Ho was sure that he was the perfect person to oversee the business activities in China.

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.

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