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Zhang Zian was busy the whole day and now it was almost time for him to go to bed. 
Zhang Zian had been exhausted throughout the day, but now that he knew the elves' lives could be extended, his tiredness vanished completely. However, he hadn't told the news to Old Time Tea or the other elves yet. As Pi had said, it wasn't the right time. If he hastily told the news to everyone, they would be too expectful. The reality might be too disappointing. For that reason, they might as well not know about it in the first place. 
Even if the lifetime of the elves really could be extended infinitely, the elves had to go through an extremely difficult process to do so. Judging from Pi's stern expression as it read the untitled book, Zhang Zian figured that this may be his biggest challenge and trial since he downloaded the Pet Hunter game.
Although he couldn't understand the untitled book, whether it was the Hyperwebster Dictionary, The Book of Sand, or a fantasy book from another civilization in the universe, he was still very grateful for it. Without it, he wouldn't have found out about such reassuring and hopeful news.
The elves had fallen asleep, one after the other. Before going to sleep, Richard had been very active that night, as if everything put him in a good mood. Zhang Zian had to hang it upside down to calm it down. 
When everyone was in bed, Pi was still sitting in front of the computer, typing away.
"Pi, did the noise bother you?" Zhang Zian came over and asked. He knew how annoying Richard and Snowy Lionet were.
Pi shook its head no.
"Well, we're all going to bed now. Please go to sleep as soon as you finish writing." Zhang Zian brought over a small desk lamp. The lamp light was turned away from the bedroom, so it wouldn't affect anyone's sleeping.
He didn't plan on telling Pi what he was doing later, because he wasn't sure whether he would be successful or not. He didn't want Pi to be disappointed after giving it so much hope. 
Pi grinned and nodded.
Zhang Zian glanced at the elves again. After confirming that each elfin was in its correct place, he turned off the ceiling light. 
With the light from the desk lamp and his own nightlight, he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to Pi type. He thought about the elves' lives for a while, and then thought about the situation of Uncle Li's diner. He tried to allow all of his thoughts to occupy his mind and keep himself from falling asleep.
About an hour later he heard a click, and the fan noise from the laptop disappeared. Pi turned off the desk lamp and the room grew darker. It climbed into the basket hammock chair to go to sleep.
Zhang Zian kept his eyes open for a while, and almost fell asleep. He pinched his thighs to keep himself awake. 
He looked up and guessed that Pi had already fallen asleep. Then, he grabbed his cell phone by his pillow and opened the Qidian app.
That day, as he watched Pi write, he had secretly browsed the Internet on his cell phone, trying to find out what the amazing reading lists were.
After he finished researching, he knew that reading lists were an important supplement to the Official Recommendation Spots from the Qidian website. A reading list was created by an individual, who would list his or her favorite books and the reasons why they would recommended those books on their list. If other readers agreed with the owner's suggestions, they would start following the creator of the list. The reading list owners were similar to bloggers who reviewed digital products on video websites, and the digital products recommended by bloggers tended to receive more attention. Some reading list owners even had tens of thousands of followers. 
After careful searching, Zhang Zian discovered that the reading list owners were roughly divided into two categories. One type introduced and reviewed each book in great length, while the other kind of reading list owners introduced each book with only one sentence. The former type attracted much more followers than the latter. After all, through the detailed evaluations and introductions, the readers could tell that the reading list owners had put in a lot of work into every book. 
That day, he had mentally noted the reading list owners' IDs who wrote long book reviews and then went to the comment sections of their lists. He first ruled out the most popular reading list owners, because in their comment sections, numerous authors or authors who pretended to be readers were promoting their own books. Those reading list owners wouldn't be able to read all the books being recommended to them, even if they tried to read 24 hours a day.
As for the reading list owners that attracted fewer followers, their comment sections were basically empty. It wouldn't be helpful for Zhang Zian to advertise Pi's novel in those lists. 
After more research, he targeted a reading list owner who had the tenth most followers. The ID name of the reading list owner was Morning Gorilla Star, who was mentioned by the author of Diplomats of the Underworld. 
Morning Gorilla Star had written down his requirements about posting advertisements in his comment: Do not copy and paste your ads. I will promote urban novels that have no or only one female protagonist.
Zhang Zian felt relieved when he read these requirements. He was extremely popular with women, and many cute girls were desperately hoping to be his girlfriend. Pi had just hidden this fact while writing the novel based on the life in Zhang Zian's pet shop. Therefore, Pi's novel had managed to meet Morning Gorilla Star's requirements.
Advertising was like sending resumes to hiring managers. The key points of the novel must be written as concisely as possible. What was the highlight of Pi's novel? It certainly wasn't that the protagonist didn't have a girlfriend! 
He typed on his phone: Can I promote my own book? The title of the book is Pet King. The protagonist, who is the owner of a pet shop, downloads a game that can capture elves. Together with the elves, he witnesses the growth of the pet shop. There is no female protagonist in this book. 
He thought it over and added "Currently" in front of the sentence, "There is no female protagonist in this book." Then, he satisfyingly clicked the "Send" button.
After sending the message, Zhang Zian repeatedly refreshed the comment section and anxiously waited for a reply from the reading list owner, just like a job seeker who was constantly refreshing emails and nervously waiting for replies after sending out his resume. Zhang Zian had read the books recommended by Morning Gorilla Star, and all the books were well-written. Perhaps Morning Gorilla Star wouldn't think Pi's novel was good enough. However, Zhang Zian hoped that Morning Gorilla Star, who had read countless books, could at least tell him why Pi's novel failed to be recommended by him. In that case, Zhang Zian could help Pi revise the novel. Zhang Zian was acting like a job seeker who was close to starving to death and desperately needed a job, whatever the job was, to feed himself.
Since it was nearly one o'clock in the morning, the owner had probably gone to bed already. Watching his comment drowning in other comments from authors promoting their own books, Zhang Zian couldn't help but sigh in dismay.
Perhaps he sighed too loud, because Zhang Zian heard a squeaking sound come from the hammock chair. It sounded like Pi had turned over.
He locked his phone screen and waited a little longer. He didn't unlock his phone until there wasn't any more sounds coming from the chair.
What should he do?
He was very sleepy. Should he wait till the reading list owner woke up and try advertising again? 
No, he shouldn't wait. Tomorrow, Pi would receive its first Minor Recommendation Spot. If its novel failed to be ranked in the top three or top four spots, it might never have a chance to receive a recommendation again.
With that thought, he decided to advertise on another reading list. Advertising was just like begging, and as long as he could swallow his pride now, he would gradually become thick-skinned. 
This time, he lowered his expectations by moving his attention from the reading list owners with tens of thousands of followers to ones with hundreds of followers, hoping that some of them hadn't fallen asleep yet.
Zhang Zian noticed that there was one whose ID was Yang Chenkong. In his reading list, Yang Chenkong wrote reviews with thousands of words for each book and offered many thoughtful insights. However, Yang Chenkong only had a mere 3,000 followers. Would it really be useful to advertise in this list?
Zhang Zian desperately went to the comment section. To his surprise, he saw that this reading list owner was still online, discussing his opinions with his friends about a certain book. 
Zhang Zian hadn't read the book that they were talking about. However, from reading their conversation, Zhang Zian felt as if he had read it and learned about its successes and failures. From observing, Zhang Zian could tell that Yang Chenkong was very professional. 
For some reason, the comment section of his reading list was blank and had no advertisements. Zhang Zian chuckled to himself. He could take advantage of this rare opportunity to advertise. 
There were some basic rules of advertising for all reading lists. Unlike like people who put advertisements in bathrooms,  book-promoting advertisements couldn't be randomly posted. Each reading list owner had different requirements for advertisements. For example, Morning Gorilla Star had explicitly stated that he would only recommend novels with no or one female protagonist. Yang Chenkong, however, had a wide range of book choices. Except for supernatural novels, Yang Chenkong basically read every genre. 
However, the most difficult thing was that the list owner didn't specify which book genres he would recommend, and Zhang Zian didn't know how to cater to his preferences. After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Zian rewrote the message that he had sent to Morning Gorilla Star. He deleted the sentence "Currently, there is no female protagonist in this book." He added, "Feel free to read the sample chapters, but don't blame me if you're poisoned (Translator's Note: Read and Poison sound the same in Chinese)," hoping that his self-deprecating tone would draw Yang Chenkong's attention. 
After clicking "Send", he was too tired to repeatedly refresh the comment section as he did before. It was almost half past one in the morning, and he would need to get up early that day.
Putting down his cell phone, Zhang Zian lay down flat on the bed. Soon, he was half-awake and half-asleep, and he would completely fall asleep at any moment. 
In the darkness, Pi had been watching him the whole time. It had barely moved, except to slightly change its posture after its legs started to get numb.
Pi had always known about Zhang Zian's actions. It could tell from Zhang Zian's exhaustion. 
Since Zhang Zian was so tired, it wouldn't matter if he did these things later, right?
Pi opened its mouth and silently imitated the shape of someone saying "thank you."
What?
Zhang Zian thought he heard something. It seemed like someone was talking to him. He barely could open his eyes. His drowsiness was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his eyelids.
He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary. He unlocked his phone screen and saw that it was past two in the morning. 
Since he hadn't logged out from the Qidian app yet, he clicked open Yang Chenkong's comment section, the second reading list owner he advertised on that night, hoping to find Yang Chenkong's review on Pi's novel. However, he found no review, and saw that the advertisement he had posted was gone.
No wonder the comment section was so empty. As it turned out, Yang Chenkong deleted all of the advertisements in his comment section. Zhang Zian's efforts were again all in vain. 
He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He shoved his cell phone under his pillow and fell asleep.


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

Xinhai Weipo, which had the most number of online users in the country.
Penghui Films Lin Hao: "I'm very sorry to inform all of the audiences that because of some special reason, The Gale Flash will be going under a remake. At the same time, the name of the film is still in discussion. We predict that the time of release will be delayed and hope that all of the film lovers will forgive us."
After this message was released online, Lin Hao secretly laughed to himself. Hehe, now that I said this, those film lovers will definitely be curious. Then, I shall just post a few of the new scenes. That will definitely blow off their minds, won't it?
Indeed, after his message was posted for less than ten minutes, many film lovers saw it, and some of them scolded him, while others curiously asked for the reason. Whatever the case, this topic had been hyped up. The number of people forwarding the message and discussing it increased crazily. Just an hour or so later, there were already 300,000 plus forwards, and it was still on the rise.
Spectator one: "Director Lin, what was the reason for the delay? My girlfriend and I were waiting just for this film."
Spectator two: "Director Lin, you have to hold yourself to your words. What do you mean now by bouncing on your check?"
Spectator three: "Everyone, relax, I believe that Director Lin will definitely give us an answer. Just wait for it."
Spectator four to Spectator N: "Everyone, don't fret, we believe that Director Lin will give us a reason!"
As for Lin Hao, he was seated on his chair, eating snacks and looking at the replies on Weipo. Seeing that this topic had already entered the ranks of Weipo's list of hottest topics, he had already held them in suspense for long enough. Now, it was time to throw in the bomb. "Everyone, don't fret. The reason for the delay was because of the guide from a mystery man. He caused me to open up my mind, and I am now preparing a new script. Also, the fighting scenes are undergoing a remake too."
Once this message was posted, the spectators' curiosity was raised even more. A lot of people asked—
Spectator one: "Mystery man? Who? He can actually guide you?"
Spectator two: "Exactly. Director Lin, you're already one of the most famous big directors in the country, who would dare to say he can teach you?"
This types of questions rushed in like a tsunami, everyone's curiosity was aroused and had only one question: "What kind of man can actually still teach and guide this big director? It's more likely that Lin Hao is the one who can guide others, isn't it?"
Now, this topic rocketed up the list to number four, only an inch's distance from number three. Just at this moment, Lin Hao posted his third message. "You guys might not believe me, but the person who guided me was the producer of Unexpectedly!. Because of privacy reasons, I'm unable to reveal his name. I can only say that there are always higher mountains and smarter people out there. I had always thought too highly of myself in the past. This time, he didn't just bring about a few changes in the plot but also changes in the fighting scenes. Only today have I realized how small my horizons were in the past. Now, please watch the video below—" Lastly, Lin Hao posted the video of the fight between Geezer Wang and Mu Zixiao that was taken by a crew member through his phone.
Then, it was as if a stone was thrown in the water, causing thousands of ripples. The entire Weipo totally erupted!
Spectator one: "What the heck! The producer from Unexpectedly! went to your crew? I must watch this video then!"
Spectator two: "My God, this… this is real kungfu! Director Lin, you're using real kungfu for this movie? The fighting scene is really great! This is really spectacular!"
Spectator three: "This must be the first martial arts film in the history of our kungfu that uses real kungfu, right? Director Lin, I love you!"
Spectator four: "The producer from Unexpectedly! actually had such big means. I'm his most devoted follower now!"
Spectator five: "This is my kneecap for a year. Director Lin, please keep it!"
Two hours later, this post skyrocketed up the list of Weipo's hottest topics to number one, and the distance between it and number two was getting larger and larger, from tens of thousands at first to twenty thousand, thirty thousand, and even more!
Lin Hao, who was seated, drinking, and eating his snacks, laughed cheekily and said, "Young Master is really awesome, he is indeed invincible! In the past, if I wanted to create such a hot topic, I would have to spend at least a hundred thousand on hiring the Internet Water Army—how much snacks can I buy with that money!"
…
Chenhui Building, level eight, Zhong Dian website.
Zhang Wenyang: "What are the statistics for those few books?"
The secretary: "Sir, the number of bookmarks for these books are rising faster and faster. They have already exceeded the 80,000 mark."
Zhang Wenyang: "What about the number of clicks and the recommendation tickets[1]?"
The secretary: "They're also increasing rapidly. However, there are quite a number of people who didn't like them. There are a lot of people quarreling over it under the reviews section every day. Do you want to do something about it?"
Zhang Wenyang: "What's there to do about it. It's just because the other authors are jealous of their results. The readers aren't blind—whether a book is good or not isn't something that can be affected just because someone scolded about it, right? A good book isn't afraid of scoldings, and bad books don't have scoldings. We don't have to care about this. How much did we spend on advertisements last time?"
The secretary: "We already used 700,000, the result was obvious. What should we do next?"
Zhang Wenyang: "Now is the time when we should put in even more effort. But it won't be very meaningful now just to promote the books. Oh right, what was the name of those five people that Young Master had his eyes on?"
The secretary: "Dark Dragon of the Universe, Battle Change, Drunk Venom, Ultimate Sky Limit and Treasure Slayer."
Zhang Wenyang: "What are their daily upload rate?"
The secretary: "Battle Change, Ultimate Sky Limit, and Treasure Slayer upload about 9,000 words per day. Dark Dragon of the Universe and Drunk Venom are slightly better, they upload about 12,000 words a day. This speed is already the limit—any faster, and it will affect the quality of their works."
"Yup, I know. Help me calculate, a hundred yuan for a thousand words… using 10,000 words per day, that would mean 30,000 yuan in just a month. One year will be 360,000 yuan, close to 400,000 yuan…" Zhang Wenyang walked around in circles for a while and then said, "These are my instructions! These five people, increase the price for their pay to 200 yuan per 1,000 words! Then make an advertisement that says: 'The five Gods of Zhong Dian are already earning a million per year! Also, if any author writes well, we will promote him to become the new Great God of Zhong Dian! That's a Great God! Who doesn't wants to be a Great God!'"
The secretary stumbled, almost falling over. He furiously wiped off his cold sweat and said, "Director, this idea is not bad, but… but… raising the price on your own accords, that's not very nice, right? We can't make too much of a loss…"
Zhang Wenyang said, "What's not nice about this? Once their net worth increases, other authors will be willing to come over to our website. The more authors there are, the more readers there are. The more readers there are, the more authors there will be. This will snowball, do you understand? Oh right, release another news saying that our Zhong Dian website has twenty God-level nouveau riche. As long as they like what the authors write, that author will become the next Great God!"
The secretary: "All… alright…" He paused before asking again, "Oh right. Director, there's another matter. Now, there are quite a number of companies that want to post their advertisements on our website. And the price isn't low, either. Director Yang was asking whether we should accept them?"
"Reject them!" Zhang Wenyang decided without a second thought. "Reject all of them. Young Master has carefully instructed me before that we're only allowed to spend money but not earn it!"
"All… alright…"
…
Turkey Bookstore, big conference room.
"Director Zheng, these few days Young Master Mingcheng seem to be down on his spirits, shouldn't we think of something to boost our performance to help him cheer up?" A man wearing glasses asked. "These few days, quite a number of companies wanted to put their advertisements on Zhong Dian website but were rejected. Now, they have all come over to us, should we accept them?"
Director Zheng, who had a Mediterranean hairstyle, said, "Those fools, they even push away money. Haha, accept them, why shouldn't we? Accept all of them! Have you counted how much these advertisements will earn us?"
Now that Director Zheng had spoken, the rest all nodded in agreement.
The cost of advertisements wasn't small. The money was already sent to their doorsteps, yet they still pushed them away… their brains must have really been sandwiched by the door before.
The man with glasses said, "Currently, there are about 20 plus companies. They saw that the literary network is doing very well now. Therefore, the prices they offered are all quite high. Some are paying two cents per click, while others pay three cents per click. There are even those offering five cents per click."
Hearing this amount, Director Zheng's eyes lit up. He laughed and said, "This is great! How much IP do we have currently?"
The man with glasses said, "The daily IP is about 1,200,000."
"OK, 1,200,000." Director Zheng smiled and said, "Even if the probability is one to every hundred, in one day there will be 12,000 clicks. Even if it's fewer, there will be around 10,000 clicks. Those advertisements with fewer clicks will have around 200, and those with more will be around 500 clicks. There are about 20 or so companies. Taking a round number, let's just say 20 companies. One day will be at least 5,000 yuan, one month that will be 150,000, one year 1,800,000. This is acceptable, definitely acceptable!" Having calculated these numbers, Director Zheng immediately decided: "Accept all of them! Then, inform Young Master Mingcheng, let him be happy too!"
An advertisement fee of 150,000 per month wasn't a small number.
The man with glasses recorded down his instructions and said, "Then, I shall go and inform the technical branch to add in the advertisements now."
…
One hour later.
A reader was reading a novel, but just as he went to the next page—PAPAPA—popped out three new windows. He was instantly alarmed. "What the heck, has my computer gotten some virus or something!? Why are there so many advertisements?"
He hurriedly closed the windows and started checking for the virus. After a long while, the reader said, "There isn't any virus, but how come there are so many advertisements?"
When he opened Turkey Bookstore again, another three advertisements popped up. "What the heck, what is this? Why are there so many advertisements? This can't do, I need to ask around."
Inside the readers' group.
Reader one: "Hey, do your computers have advertisements popping up when you open the webpage? How come I get three every time? Also, the main page is also full of advertisements!"
Reader two: "What the heck, you too? I thought my computer had gotten a virus or something. I just cleaned the virus, but it was still the same."
Reader three: "Damn it, how are we supposed to read our novels now? There are even more advertisements than novels now, damn it!"
Reader four: "Forget it, there are so many online sites available, why must we stick to this one. I heard that there are five Great Gods over at Zhong Dian website, each of them earning a million yuan a year. Their novels are awesome and fabulous. I shall go and take a look!"
Reader five: "I have seen their books, they're really quite well written. I shall just read novels over there from now on."
…
Two hours later.
Zhong Dian website, Director's office.
The secretary: "Director Yang, our website had quite a number of new individual IPs coming in today. There's about 10 to 20 thousand of them, and it's still increasing. Added to the increase in IPs from before, we have about 30 to 40 increase in IPs every day for this period."
Director Yang: "Have you checked the reason behind the sudden increase?"
The secretary gulped down his saliva and said, "The technical branch secretly asked a few of those new accounts, and after careful asking… it was because they couldn't stand the advertisements in Turkey Bookstore, coupled with the fact that they liked the books from the five Great Gods that Young Master liked. So, they came over. Quite a number of them have already charged up their account and gave rewards, and the rest is also preparing to read the legal VIP chapters."
Director Yang rested his whole body on the sofa. "I'm convinced of Young Master's tactics now, I'm really convinced. Even this kind of tactic also works…" 
[1] An electronic ticket that readers can give to authors they like


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


"What? You're the author of [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]. 

Returning home, Jiang Dejun walked in to be shocked by Jiang Cheng! 

Jiang Cheng was actually the author of [Stories About The Ming Dynasty].

"So the reason why you didn't go to Hainan with us, was because you actually wanted to stay home and write a novel? I thought you gave up on writing and wanted to become an actor?" Jiang Dejun asked, completely puzzled.

"Yeah, Xiao Cheng, are you picking up writing again?" Jiang Cheng's mother Gao Linlan asked puzzled.
 
"I never put it down and I still plan to act. I've had the idea for [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] for a while now but I was afraid of affecting my studies, so I pushed it aside till now!" Jiang Cheng lied.

"But when did you become interested in history? Let alone the Ming Dynasty?" Jiang Dejun quizzed, still with doubts.

"There's a quote online that sparked my interest and gave me inspiration - There is no China without the Qing Dynasty and no Qing Dynasty without the Ming Dynasty. I became very interested in the Ming Dynasty, so I collected information and began to write a book about the Ming Dynasty. A lot of it is thanks to your collection, Dad! Otherwise I couldn't find such a wealth of information on my own."  Jiang Cheng said, pointing to the thick stack of history books on the computer desk.

Bright Moon was his son.

Jiang Dejun thought, realizing the reality of his situation. He was stuck in two minds, pride and sheer surprise, his son had surpassed his expectations with this one. 
 
When he learned that Jiang Cheng wasn't just randomly hiding behind the scenes but in actual fact waiting for them to arrive back in order to discuss the matter of publishing. Jiang Dejun and Gao Linlan were relieved and the issue of publishing [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] became the main focus.

"I suggest you choose one of those large publishing houses. I think People's Literature Publishing House would be good. These large-scale publishing houses are generally more formal. They have their own sales models and networks, but they are also more prone to bullying. Their share splits are very low, and authors can generally only get 5 to 15% of book sales. 

Only well-known authors and novels can get over 15%. But the average author can only take less than 8%. So when you talk to these publishers, you must pay attention to grasp their bottom line and maintain your bottom line as well or else they will squeeze you dry." Jiang Dejun as an industry expert explained, giving advice.

"So that's how it is, what about those smaller publishing houses?" Jiang Cheng nodded. Fortunately, there was someone in his family who knew the inside story, otherwise he could have potentially lost several million. Because in his memory, sales for [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] in his previous life exceeded 10 million copies making it the best-selling historiography in 30 years.

"Well naturally, smaller publishing houses can't compete in terms of reach and network, which leads them to take more risks. These small publishing houses generally look for newcomers with potential to raise. Whilst also swooping in from time to time when those large publishing houses turn down less profitable books. They live in the cracks of the larger publishing houses. As for their share splits, it's slightly higher but overall pretty similar to those of larger publishing houses."

"Why don't they increase the percentage split to attract well-known authors?"

"It's not that they don't want to, but they don't dare. If they did, then they would have to face the joint suppression of the major publishing houses. Every industry has its own rules, and some rules can't be broken. "

Jiang Cheng understood the principle but seeing how badly authors were currently being squeezed, he couldn't help but feel slightly unresigned.

"Dad, what would you think about me handing over [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] to Southern Weekly for publication and distribution?" Jiang Cheng asked, putting forward his own idea.

Jiang Dejun said with relief: "As the CEO of Southern Weekly, naturally I would love to have [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] at Southern Weekly; but as your father, I have to remind you to think over your choices carefully before making a decision, after all, although Southern Weekly isn't small, it's definitely not a huge publishing house, so the benefits you could gain might not be comparable. I need to discuss it with your Uncle Xu, but I estimate that we can give you a maximum of 30%. This is because of your current popularity and the fact that you are family, otherwise it would be 20% at most. "

Jiang Cheng nodded seriously and said, "Understood, I'll talk to Uncle Xu then before making a decision."

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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Why not try my other books: Angel of Death, King of Sports and Rebirth of the Entertainment Giant

When Xiang Wan came back to the campus, she met several authors in the main hall.
There were male authors as well as female authors. They were sitting on the sofa, chatting with each other.
As Xiang Wan did not know any of them, she only gave them a polite smile.
She was preparing to walk past them when a male author sitting on the sofa called out to her.
"Hey Beautiful, which website are you from, what's your name?"
Xiang Wan was startled. "Wen Quan Book Treasury. Xiang Gongzi Wan."
"Ah, Gongzi[Young Master]? Ha, nice to meet you, Gongzi."
"…"
To be honest, when Xiang Wan bantered with her readers on the Internet, she felt that her pen name was really cool and fun.
But it felt a bit awkward to say it out in front of strangers.
"Everyone, nice to meet you!"
Besides this, she did not know know what else she could say.
"I'll go up first. Bye."
She smiled at the group and headed straight to the lift.
A gaze followed her from behind but she didn't notice it.
…
The training officially began the next morning.
Like all schools, the first lesson was self-introduction.
Xiang Wan then noticed that her classmates were the industry's famous authors.
Wen Quan Book Treasury selected three female authors for the training. The other two female authors were more famous than Xiang Wan. One of them was even a big shot from the Women's Genre.
However, Xiang Wan attracted the most attention as she was the most striking girl in class.
In the real world, looks do matter.
Xiang Wan had attractive facial features—a heart-shaped face; a pair of big eyes, deep and bright as well as fair, delicate skin without spots and scars. She had a slender, curvy figure, and a pair of beautiful long legs. When she smiled, she gave off a feeling of gentleness and mild temperament.
Generally, such women would fall under the most desirable girlfriend category from the men's perspective.
After Xiang Wan finished introducing herself, her deskmate handed a notebook over to her.
"May I have your autograph?"
Xiang Wan turned and saw the guy, the one who called out to her at the hall last night.
"I… I'm not a famous author." She smiled apologetically.
"It doesn't matter." The guy blinked at her. "Even a famous author may not be able to write something that could foresee what's going to happen next in a case."
"…"
So did he know about her?
That guy spoke in a lower tone and chuckled, "I've read your novel when Zhao Jiahang died. Your writing is quite good. If you publish your novel in the Men's Genre, your book might have flown off the shelves…"
Eh?
Was it a compliment that she had done a good job in her novel or praising her that she had the mentality of a guy?
Xiang Wan gave an awkward smile. "Thank you."
The self-introduction soon ended.
The authors were now students in this training programme. The facilitator let the student representatives have a word with everyone in the classroom.
There were three student representatives that were from different websites. Each one of them were renowned authors that everyone in the classroom had heard of before.
After they finished addressing everyone with their speech, the facilitator moved on to the Q&A session between the student representatives and rest of students.
The student representatives were two guys and a girl. They took turns to answer questions. Many of the students asked the two male representatives questions and both of them answered all of them without a hitch.
Lastly, it was the turn of the female representative.
Xiang Wan heard about her before. She was the big shot that came from Wen Quan Book Treasury. Her pen name was Zi Tan[1].
She seemed rather aloof and taciturn. Thus, nobody asked her any questions.
The facilitator waited for a while and saw that the students were whispering amongst themselves, yet nobody asked a question and the atmosphere started to get awkward.
"Is there no one who has questions to ask our Miss Zi Tan?"
Such a question sounded really embarrassing.
A layer of red started to show up on Zi Tan's cheeks.
Xiang Wan was from the same website as her. Seeing that she was faced with such a situation, Xiang Wan quickly raised her hand to break the strange atmosphere.
"I would like to ask Miss Zi Tan. You have written so many wonderful works, I believe there must be a supportive gentleman behind you… Well, I actually wanted to ask, are you married?"
Xiang Wan actually felt a bit embarrassed to have asked this question.
Actually she wanted to ask if she had a boyfriend, but in the end, she couldn't hold her tongue.
Xiang Wan could have asked questions relating to her work but she had never read her books before, hence, unable to raise any question relating to her works.
The original intention was to help her, yet in the end, Miss Zi Tan's face obviously gone redder than before.
"She said, "I'm still… Thank you!"
The whole room was filled with applause.
Xiang Wan's face was now burning hot, she totally could not hear her reply at all.
Thinking back of the earlier scene, she wished the ground would swallow her up.
Why the hell did she ask that kind of question!
…
At a corner in the classroom.
Zi Tan was fiddling with her mobile phone with a gloomy face.
Beside her was the other female author from the same website, Du Landuo[2]. "Can't you tell?" She snorted, "I think she meant to embarrass you, knowing the fact that you've just divorced…"
Zi Tan replied coldly, "Don't have to worry about me, just say what's on your mind."
Du Landuo observed Zi Tan's facial expressions. "This girl's ambitious. Just look at how she revived her dying novel by taking advantage of the hype."
Zi Tan remained silent.
"I've heard that ever since she tasted the sweetness of the success of the hype," Du Landuo continued to sneer, "she's doing it again by shamelessly adapting an actual case as a plot for her novel…"
Zi Tan gave her a glance. "Want to go to the restroom?"
With that, she left the classroom for the restroom.
…
When Zi Tan came into the restroom, Xiang Wan was washing her hands at the basin.
"Hi!" Xiang Wan turned to greet her.
Xiang Wan thought there was nothing wrong being friendly as they were from the same website and furthermore, she had helped her out earlier.
However, Zi Tan straightened her back and walked past her as if she had not heard or seen anything.
The mirror reflected her aloof and cold face as well as her unapproachable attitude. 
A moment later, she heard a 'bang' in a cubicle. It was the sound of door closing.
Xiang Wan took a glance, wiped her hands, and left the restroom.
…
Wen Quan Book Treasury was an online literature website for women.
When there were a lot of women in a place, there were bound to be disputes. The amount of disputes had a positive correlation to the number of women.
Therefore, Xiang Wan rarely mixed around in the circle of authors. There were very few authors whom she was familiar with.
In the morning, the classroom had displayed the name tags of each and every student on the respective seats, which meant the seating arrangement was fixed.
However, after their lunch, the students started to mingle around.
Many of them took their name tags and sat together with those authors they were more familiar with.
A training like that appeared to be rather relaxed.
Some of the authors were actually daring enough to bring their laptop to the classroom. They sat at the back of the classroom and started to write their story.
Xiang Wan was not a famous nor popular author, and did not dare to do that. She sat in her original seat which was the third row from the front and was taking notes seriously.
Ding!
She received an SMS.
The student who sat beside took a look at her.
Xiang Wan felt her ears warm. She took a peek at her mobile phone while lowering her head.
"Why didn't you look for me when you're in the capital?"
Thump! Her heart missed a beat.
I blocked Cheng Zheng, why didn't I block him as well?
Xiang Wan mulled over how to reply as her finger stroked the screen, and that took her quite a while.
"I have class. Busy."
"Won't it end eventually?"
"… Yes."
"I had wanted to treat you to dinner. But since your attitude is so bad, this Young Master changed his mind."
"…"
Xiang Wan was speechless.
Besides Bai Muchuan, she had not seen another "tsundere" that acted like that?
Seriously, Xiang Wan felt like sending a rebuttal so powerful that could send him to his "death".
But she had yet to find the appropriate words when Bai Muchuan sent another message.
"I'm giving you a chance to apologize."
"?"
Xiang Wan was dying of laughter.
Really, she was not angry the least bit. She totally found this hilarious.
"Young Master Bai, did you send the message to the wrong person? Do we know each other very well?"
"Xiang Wan, the moment you got the autographed books, you forgot the one who helped you?"
Uh~ Alright!
For that, Xiang Wan was really grateful for his help.
Although up to until now, she did not know how Bai Muchuan managed to get Second Young Master Mu's autograph!
…
When she got the memorabilia, she posted to her WeChat Moments, and that shook the online literature world, right?
It's the only copy!
The only copy with the autograph in the market!
That autograph is hard to get!
There were countless comments that expressed their envy. In fact, Xiang Wan was too embarrassed to disclose she actually had a collection of such autographed books. 
However, there were also people who raised their doubts.
"Could it be fake?"
"Nobody has seen how the autograph of Second Young Master Mu looked like… Could this be just a prank to make people laugh?"
Of course, such comments were privately discussed and not left on WeChat. Xiang Wan only knew of it after someone told her.
However, when one kept hearing about such doubts, the doubt would take roots in the mind.
Hence, after contemplating for a while, she decided to ask Bai Muchuan.
"Are you close to Second Young Master Mu? How did you get the autographed books?"
Bai Muchuan did not reply.
This guy is trying to be aloof again?
"Hello, Bai Muchuan? Say something!"
"…"
"Are you mute?"
"…"
"Bai Muchuan, I've asked you a question."
She sent several SMS but Bai Muchuan only replied a sentence coldly.
"You've a lot of guts now? When you're asking for help, don't you know you have to change your attitude?" 
Pffft! Xiang Wan did not notice that when she lowered her head to chat on the mobile phone, the corners of her lips were turned upward.
"Who's asking you? Forget it then."
"The third volume of Second Young Master Mu's 'The White List' is almost out!"
Ahhhhhhhh! Really?
"What do you want in order to help me?"
"Try asking me nicely?"
"Young Master Bai, please help me. Help me get the autographed book!"
"Tell me, do we know each other well?"
Xiang Wan bit her lips lightly, her smile almost became a grin.
"Sometimes."
Maybe Bai Muchuan was satisfied with this answer.
This time, he did not make things difficult for her but behaved like an Emperor who bestowed her a reward.
"Wait for me to fetch you!" He said coldly.
…
When it was the last lesson, the people inside the classroom were almost gone by half.
Xiang Wan had to admit that the lecturer was really a cultured person. Despite half the class was gone, he was able to stand on the podium alone and continue to deliver his speech.
That lesson was the appreciation of the classic "Dream of the Red Chamber".
There had been a lot of debate over this great classical novel. Everyone had their own point of view over supporting the "bond of the stone and flower" or "marriage of jade and gold" where people argue over which female character would be a better match with the male leading character. 
The hot summer made people sleepy.
Xiang Wan had rested her arms on the table, about to doze off from the lecture, when she got awakened by the vibrating sounds of her mobile phone.
"Come down!"
What the! Bai Muchuan is here?
Xiang Wan looked at the lecturer's strict face, then glanced at the surrounding classmates before she secretly replied to the message.
"Lesson has not ended. It's not nice to leave now."
"Five minutes!"
"…"
Xiang Wan decided to comply.
She took a deep breath. When she noticed that the lecturer was not looking at her, she gave an awkward smile at the student sitting next to her, and held her stomach as if she needed to go to the restroom. Then she left the classroom with her head lowered.
Nobody bothered with her.
Everyone got used to such occurrences by the end of the day.
The classroom was located on the ninth floor, while the lower floors were all dorms.
Xiang Wan walked through the main hall at the ground floor and saw Bai Muchuan standing at the main entrance.
His car was parked aside quietly. He was leaning against it quietly as well, looking cold, arrogant, and relaxed.
The female authors who skipped their lesson and had returned to their dorms were looking at him through their windows…
Such a good-looking man with a bad*ss aura was indeed a rare sight.
Moreover, although Bai Muchuan had driven a car without showy features, not to forget that these women were mostly romance fiction authors, they were able to tell that the car was a Maybach!
That's a wealthy guy! they thought.
Xiang Wan braced herself to go to him. "Hi, you're looking good today."
"Hm?" Bai Muchuan raised his chin slightly while still wearing a cold face. His voice sounded a little unnatural; it was husky and muffled. "You have a good eye. Get on!"
Pffft!
Little thing.
"Why? You caught a cold? Your voice sounds blocked?"
"This is called sexy!"
"… Detective Bai, don't be shameless, save some face."
He took a glance at her. Then as if he was playing a magic trick, he made a swiping action before his face, and continued to look at her coldly. "Look, my face is back." 
Pffft! Xiang Wan suddenly felt like laughing.
At that moment, Bai Muchuan was undoubtedly charming.
But the funny thing was, since when was she as close to him like now?
She did not feel like they were in love, nor was this friendship, either.
How should she describe it? Casual friends going for a dinner?
Hmm, yes, friends that go for a dinner together, she thought.
That sounds fine.
Xiang Wan sat at the front passenger seat. When she relaxed, she also noticed that Bai Muchuan was not as indifferent as before.
Or rather, he had concealed a soul that was not as tough by pretending to be indifferent.
By just using a little bit of force, he would show his true self…
This discovery made her a little elated.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You look so happy to see me?" Bai Muchuan took a glance and remarked, "You missed me terribly?"
Hah! Xiang Wan was amused by him.
"I never thought you can behave like that… You're different from the Bai Muchuan that I know from Jin City. Sigh! Could it be that now that you have returned to the capital, you had a romantic encounter or something, so your mood has improved?"
Bai Muchuan's eyes started to get darker, but he still looked emotionless.
"Make a guess?" he said.
"Hahahaha."
Xiang Wan sat idly on the seat, her body and mind both relaxed.
Bai Muchuan suddenly leaned over to fasten her seat belt.
And he laughed softly at her ear.
"This is because… I might have seen an idiot."
A fresh, light scent seeped into her nose from his body.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Xiang Wan cried out in a low tone, looking really flustered.
Bai Muchuan did not pull back. Instead, after seeing her desperately move back although there was nowhere to move to, he attempted to get closer and trapped her on her seat. He closed in on her, his eyes narrowed and his gaze stuck on her as though there was glue. "Try saying it one more time?"
Xiang Wan straightened up her neck. "No problem, I'll say it again. What do you want?"
Bai Muchuan did not say a word.
He lowered his head and went nearer to her.
"Xiang Wan."
The warm rays from the setting sun shone through the window behind him. As if he had been highlighted from the light reflection, his handsome face seemed more well-defined against the light.
What a heartthrob!
Xiang Wan's heart was trembling.
Was he going to kiss her?
The sudden thought made her close her eyes nervously.
Next, his big "claws" landed heavily on the top of her head.
"Sit tight! I'm starting the car now."
"…"
He's an Old Driver!
Xiang Wan cheeks blushed so much that it was burning.
Bai Muchun sat upright and started the engine. A sly smile formed on his solemn face but disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
[1] Zi Tan (紫檀) - A particular species of rosewood with a red hue. It was a precious type of wood usually used to make furniture for the royalty and nobles in ancient China.
[2] Du Landuo (毒兰朵) - This pen name has a meaning of a poisonous flower from the orchid family. Also sounds similar to the book by the name of Turandot, which has the exact hanyu pinyin name, Du Landuo.


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

Romance is a very popular genre in Webnovels. The first thing that come to mind when we talk about romance are the CEO novels. Even though we don't want to admit it, they are the mainstream romance stories in the Webnovel website. 

So why do people love romance stories? I hope you find the answer while reading this chapter.

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FattyBai: No worries, was just a bit curious. It's always amazing seeing how the Romance genre basically dominates the site.

Parasection: and CEO stories.

FattyBai: So I was sort of curious what the demographics on the reader's sex were. But yeah, it's a fair assumption to say that the ladies rule the site, lol

WWFire: Readers gender stats r ambiguous, it is manipulatable after all.

FattyBai: Unless there's this hidden group of guys who have been starving for CEO romance novels (which would actually be funny).

Parasection: But the sacred texts.

WWFire: All I see are genderless alien. *derp emoticon*

reinesse ♥: kek.

FattyBai: How do we pull in the female readers in if we can't write a romance story? *cry emoticon*

Parasection: No choice but to write yaoi then.

WWFire: We who read these kind of fantasy novels don't live our lives correctly pal.

CailinMatthews: *ghost hug emoticon*

Parasection: Give in to the demons.

WWFire: That's why we escape reality sometimes. 

FattyBai: It's like being offered a big cake and unable to take a slice.

Zehell2218: I think male reader have their own chance and market.

FattyBai: For sure, but it'd be nice to tap into both sides.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai I think I'll make fantasy romance so I can attract both.

FattyBai: I mean, it's not a bad idea, but how do you split it up? 50% romance/50% dragon ball z?


Parasection: The fuq that sounds like an abomination.

FattyBai: It does.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai No it's 80% romance 20% action. *joy emoticon*

Noveljunky: Besides Romance, what else do females like to read?

Parasection: BL, yaoi, drama.

Zehell2218: Still BL is romance.

Anjeeriku: horror lol.

reinesse ♥: @Noveljunky xianxia I think.

Noveljunky: Mmm.

Zenith: Well, need too write romance...kek

Zehell2218: Do female reader like to read apocalypse novel? Quick question since I will make fantasy romance in apocalypse.

[A/N: Sis, did you forget that you're a girl too?]

Totally Not Nano: nah oof.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Aww, man. But then you have to develop characters and write meaningful dialogue.

Zenith: I am probably gonna f*ck up my time trying to make a romance story.

FattyBai: We like blowing stuff up and fighting baddies.

Zehell2218: cmon it will be comedy. *laugh emoticon*

Parasection: The best thing in a novel is character development humor and action romance can be on the side.

Anjeeriku: Romance can be a great sub genre.

Parasection: how does one even write romance? I don't know where to begin with that genre.

FattyBai: I'm a simple guy, I see plot and I drown it in martial arts and manly stuff. Of course, I don't know what feelings are. Can you eat them to increase your cultivation base? *think smart emoticon*

Parasection: I've never experienced romance so i'd fail the moment i'd attempt a story like that.

Zehell2218: Actually, I like to write fighting scene but without romance my reader will kill me. So...yeah I tag it as romance! *joy emoticon*

Parasection: Fight scenes are fun to write.

FattyBai: I'm trying to break through into the "Immortal lonely sperg" phase~

Zehell2218: Very sloooooowww romance.

Anjeeriku: Please no abusive ML @Zehell2218 They're disgusting. idk why women like to read them.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku I don't know if girls who read xianxia will read apocalypse novel too.

reinesse ♥: I wanna write a novel like it's not easy to be a man after traveling to the future.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku No I won't make abusive ML. @reinesse ♥ same *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: @Anjeeriku *cough* TBWWM *cough*

reinesse ♥: And an actual xianxia novel with reasonable characters.

Zehell2218: But without the romance it's bland.

reinesse ♥: Like characters, especially main character who knows how to adjust because extreme pride is not good.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Baby Dragon Truer words have not been spoken, and that scares me.

reinesse ♥: Some villains are really brainless. they can scheme, but they don't have a reasonable reason to do so

Zenith: Kek.

Zehell2218: @Zenith gramps I have idea for fantasy romance lemme tell you after I finish writing and see if it's interesting or not.

Zenith: Get the MC u desire! Yeah @Zehell2218 

FattyBai: I fear becoming a more wholesome and fleshed out human being. Please no development.

Zehell2218: @Zenith It's ok. Just want to see if people will find this good or not. *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: I think there's a formula in getting famous as a writer.

[A/N: Oh? Such formula exist? Teach me Senpai!]

Totally Not Nano: Let's debate about it. *thinking emoticon*

Parasection: The formula is write romance and you're set.

Totally Not Nano: Any genre + xxxxxxx = top 1.

[A/N: Today… I lost faith in humanity.]

Noveljunky: If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.

Moonbirth: Write a lot. Write everyday. Post a lot everyday... write about what readers want to read about.

Anjeeriku: Write a lot. be a slave. Lol


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Elyon knew that "Romance" is not his strong point. He writes a fantasy story with romance, but he can't tell if the romance will be able to attract female readers. Out of curiosity, he asked some of his fellow authors the question "Why do you read romance stories?"

Here are their answers…

Kyosei: Because I am single. 

Reili: To fill my empty void of a love life.

Minrei: Because romance let you feel what is to be loved, plus it is universal you dont need to learn magic or cultivation in order to read.

Bajj: Due to lack of romance irl.

Murakami: I read because I enjoy the friction and conflict between the FL and ML. The insistence vs resistance is naisu.

Qin: I reads romance only for ideas and info.

VlassisBehrakis: I don't read romance novels.

[A/N: Oof I asked the wrong person.]

Elyon then  ̶a̶m̶b̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ asked some readers about their opinion about romance novels.

Yin: I read romance novels because I want that kind of drama to happen to me in real life. But I know it will never happen haha.

A Certain Irresistible Meowlin: I wonder why? And I do read romance novels. Though the chance of me dropping them is also the highest out of all the genres. Every so often I come across a scene that makes me just want to squeal and fangirl. 

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Elyon decided to dig deeper and asked a few of his senior "romance authors" some questions about their reason for writing romance stories.

The first question is… Why did you choose to write Romance Stories?

Anjeeriku: I'm comfortable writing romance stories compared to other genres. I'm a helpless romantic person and I like novels that can invoke other people's feelings.

Bajj: First of all, I like reading romance story. It was the reason why I read books before and reading other genres comes after. All in all, due to these romance fiction books, I got the opportunity to read more great books with different genre.

MishaK: That's what I read, so write that too.

Zehell2218: Because as reader, I want to read romance novel so when I write, I write romance since my motto is I write what I want to read.

Ikazainudin: The easiest genre. Everyone can relate.

End_of_Era: It wasn't a full on Romance, it was slice of life with romance which I feel was necessary with progression of the characters.

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The second question… When you were making your ML and FL, did you imagine yourself as the lead of your story at any given point in time?

Anjeeriku: I would be a liar if I said no. There were instances that I'd put myself in my FL's shoes. Whenever that happens, my writing feels more passionate and truthful that sometimes it was hard to know where my fl starts and where I end. 

Shen Yi, LMD's ML was based on a person I've lost, The One That Got Away so it was sometimes hard not to self-insert whenever there were scenes that need to invoke feelings from readers. 

Bajj: I believe that every character the author was making and breathing life into it, a part of him/her is added to its character. But me imagining of being the ML/FL, never. I'm too pure for that. Kek

MishaK: Yes I did but sometimes. Otherwise you can't infuse emotions in your characters. It is important to understand your characters.

Zehell2218: Yes, I imagine myself as the lead. Of course, I tweak it a bit, such as in age and appearance. But mostly, the characteristics is similar to me.

Ikazainudin: FL and ML character based on what I want to be irl. Yup. I imagine that will be my love story.

End_of_Era: Yes, my leads had some ocassional self insertion.

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The third question… If you were to choose some other genre aside from romance, what would you pick?

Anjeeriku: Fantasy. I always look up to those authors who can write fantasy stories/novels well. I believe writing a fantasy novel is harder than writing romance. 

[A/N: Ahem! 10 points to Griffindor!]

Bajj: Horror/thriller/Action. Read GGGB godamnit! [Good Girl Gone Bad]

MishaK: I am writing a Fantasy romance aside from regular vanilla romance *smile emoticon*

Zehell2218: Fantasy, magical realism, fan fiction.

Ikazainudin: Psychological/horror and maybe children story.

End_of_Era: The new genre I'm writing is fantasy/violent .

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The fourth and final question… If you were to give a message to your beloved readers, what would it be?

Anjeeriku: I'm sorry for not being inconsistent with updates. Y'all know I love you, but a little consideration and patience as I face this rough patch in my life would be very much appreciated.

Bajj: Vote me please :* mass release comes after, deal?

[A/N: Oof!]

MishaK: Be responsible in reviewing the book you are reading. Authors love to listen from their readers. So talk to them.

Zehell2218: Beloved reader, your author here is working hard to provide your daily dose so pliz pretty pliz, read my chapter using paid SS since I don't get even a penny for free SS. 

Tips: use free SS on translation novel. The translator still get money and use paid SS on original novel so we can get a bit money to continue living *wink*

Ikazainudin: I want readers to know, that love, hope and miracles exist. Be open and value each moment of your life like the MC's did.


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Author's Thoughts

Hello Guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of WWCG. Personally, I've read a few CEO novels myself. I also read some FL stories like A Slight Smile Is Devastating (Love O2O), Hidden Marriage, Doomed to be Cannon Fodder, Transmigrator meets Reincarnator, A Mistaken Marriage Match: A Generation of Military Counselor, There Is an Angel in That Church (short story), Eight Treasures Trousseau, Grabbing Your Hand, Dragging you Away, A Mistaken Marriage Match: Record of Washed Grievances…

Ai~ there's a few more that I won't add to the list because it will create a wall of text. Well anyways, the reason why I read these stories is to get an idea on "WHY" the ladies love to read them.

Let's just say that it's a unique way to see a world in the eye of a lady (if you are a man of course). When done properly, the execution of the story can capture the hearts of anyone, even male readers. I believe that no matter what gender you are, as long as you find the story interesting then it doesn't matter whether you are a guy or a gal no?

Perhaps, when I'm not too busy to write my stories, I'll once again pick a romance novel to read. Hopefully, I will find another hidden gem that will bring unexpected surprises to anyone who are lucky enough to find them.

P.S I would like to thank my fellow authors, especially my senior romance authors who answered some of my questions regarding romance novels. 

To my senior authors, May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the Power Stones shine warm upon your face, and Spirit Stones fall soft upon your fields. (￣▽￣)ノ

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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

After eating his breakfast and taking a bath, Alexander sat down and then opened his mailbox.

The first mail was from Samuel Taylor, about the registration of the company. He was really excited about starting his company and earning more, with beauties in each hand.
{AN: Our MC is f**king introvert and dense! and he dares to dream about beauties? Nah, That's not him, that's due to soul fusion!! }

[
Registration Complete.

Registered Name: MicroTech 

Registered Tax Number: AJ111777999

Registered Owner: Alexander Joseph

Identification Number: AJ123456789
]

Everything was successfully done and now he can sign contracts with all those writers who are willing to work with him and can also recruit new people to work for him.

He didn't wait for anything and opened his code editor to start working on the serialised story reading platform. He didn't need to use his brain cells excessively and just copied down everything like the platform from his world. This took him more than 3 hours even if he was just copying because once he started copying he faced many problems. There weren't certain pre-built libraries in this world, so he created them from scratch.

When he finished writing and debugging his code, it was already 2 pm. He quickly bought an online hosting space as well as domain. He didn't buy his own servers because he currently didn't have a space for them. He posted his newly created platform and reconfigured some changes.

After everything was done about online platform, he started to read replies from the authors and was happy to see positive answers from 88 authors out of hundred, other 12 authors also, didn't reject his offer and were just trying to negotiate higher prices.

He didn't reply to those emails and just started preparing contracts for those positive authors. Once all the contacts were ready, he transferred them to his USB drive and went out to find a printing store, as he doesn't have a printer here.

By 9 pm at night, he finished posting all the contacts to the authors. Although he signed e-contracts with them, he sent them a written copy of contacts.

After transferring the money to these authors and asking them to take down their work from their own websites and blogs, he started to upload stories on his own platform "WebStories".

He uploaded all the completed stories on the platform by himself and gave out author credentials to the authors who were still writing their stories and were in the middle of their stories.

With all of this, his tiring day ended and he slept.

Next morning he woke up at 4 due to habit. He didn't go to the bathroom to brush his teeth or changed to his tracksuit for exercise. He opened his laptop and went to see his website stats.

Even though he was already expecting this but he still cursed, "Holy Shit!"

Just after a night, his platform was already having about 125,000 free users and nearly 35,000 premium users. Each subscription was priced at $10 GD per month and with his current 35,000 premium users, he already earned $350,000GD overnight!

He spent $10000GD per book for about 125 books, costing him $1,250,000GD and he already recovered $350,000GD.

Alexander was in a great mood to see this result. He stood up and changed into his tracksuit. He went to the playground to start exercising. 

He didn't do any running or push-ups, he just started walking along the path using Devil's Walk. He didn't run too fast but just tried to not fall while walking and take lighter steps with each successive steps.

While he used to run 5 to 8 rounds along the track daily, he was already breathing too heavily just after running 750-790 metres. He could feel his own heart rampaging inside his chest cavity while his lungs inflating and deflating at their full capacity. 

"This devil's walk is really devilish for the people! I think it might really summon the devil soul reaper here!"

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An introverted, unhealthy and orphan boy dies after saving a girl from a car accident on modern earth. 

At the same time in a parallel realm, a boy dies due to over-exhaustion.

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A mechanical voice awakes him from the deep slumber.
He feels something's off.

"F*ck, how am i still alive? Is this hospital?"

"But where's this smell coming from?"

He frantically sits up and looked around, only to curse more.

"F*ck!!!"

"It... It isn't a hospital! Thi... This is an onion warehouse!!"

"But why am I here instead of the hospital?"

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Mechanical Voice sounded once again, frightening him to death!


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Gun-Ho received an email from President Jeong-Sook Shin of GH Media.
She sent a list of five books to be published. She included in the list—the book titles, the number of pages of each book—the name of authors, etc. She also mentioned that two translators were working on translating these books into the Korean language because the work would be too much for one translator to handle.
At the end of her email, she added,
 
"There is a series of cartoons about world history which is very popular in amazon.com in the U.S. It is composed of thirty books. I'd like to publish this series in Korea, and I'd like to know what you think.
We are using the initial investment funds of 300 million won in publishing our first five books and another five books that we will publish, and also in operating our publishing company.
If we decide to publish the series of world history cartoons that I just mentioned, we will need an additional 300 million won. We will have to use over 3-degree color for these cartoon books and there are thirty of them. Of course, it's not like we have to publish this series, but I believe it is a good series of books.
I want to start working on this cartoon series as soon as possible before another publishing company takes it. Since this is cartoon books, it's hard to fail and to sell. I'm sure it will succeed.
From President Jeong-Sook Shin of GH Media."
 
Gun-Ho replied to the email,
 
"Dear President Jeong-Sook Shin, I will send you an additional investment fund of 300 million won as you requested. However, I will not increase capital. Instead, record it as I am working at your publishing company as a managing director. You can determine my salary in the range between your salary and the chief editor's salary. Once Four Major Public Insurance is filed for me, I will send 300 million won. You can record the money as you received it from GH Media's Managing Director, Gun-Ho Goo."
 
Gun-Ho was receiving his salary from three different companies. He was receiving 3 million won from GH Media, 15 million won from GH Development, and another 15 million won from GH Mobile. His monthly salary in total was 33 million won. Gun-Ho was subject to the aggregate income tax. But, since he was the sole owner of all three companies, as long as those companies were doing good, he was getting his dividends for 100%.
 
Gun-Ho sent 300 million won to GH Media, and President Jeong-Sook Shin made a contract with a publishing company in the U.S. for the cartoon series. The news traveled fast among the people in the publishing industry, and people started talking about GH Media.
"I heard there is a huge company behind, which is supporting President Jeong-Sook Shin."
"We shouldn't compete with President Jeong-Sook Shin. We can't win because we can't find that much investment funds."
"How did she get connected with that kind of big company?"
"That's why she was known as the hand of Midas in the publishing industry."
 
The architect office in the U.S. sent the design drawing to GH Mobile's office, along with the aerial view of the new factory. Gun-Ho was not an expert in this area, but the aerial view of his new factory that he would build looked so great.
"Director Yoon, can you make a clean copy of this?"
"Of course."
"Can you then make a copy of this and send it to the vice president of Lymondell Dyeon—Mr. Brandon Burke?"
"Oh, this? Sure. I will do that."
"We will have to include a letter with a copy of the design drawing and aerial view. Do you remember the interpreter who worked for us when Mr. Brandon Burke visited us last time?"
"Oh, yes, I remember him. The one who used to work as a branch manager in the U.S. Mr. Lee, I believe."
"Contact him and have him write a letter to Mr. Brandon Burke, saying that we are sending a copy of our new factory's design drawings and its aerial view, and we are ready to build a factory. Also, tell him that we'd like to make an official contract in the near future."
"Yes, sir. I will contact the interpreter immediately."
Director Yoon who was in charge of construction in GH Mobile sent a letter along with a copy of the factory's design drawings and aerial view to Mr. Brandon Burke who was the vice president of Lymondell Dyeon in Seattle, via EMS.
 
Gun-Ho received a phone call from Manager Seong-il Kang at GH Development. He said that they narrowed down to three final candidates for each position of a secretary and accounting staff, so they were ready for Gun-Ho to conduct the final interview.
"Sir, will you be available next Tuesday for the final interview?"
"Tuesday is not good. I have a meeting with the vendors and customers held in S Group. What about Wednesday?"
"I will set up the interview on Wednesday at 11 am then."
"Sounds good."
 
S Group hosted a meeting with vendors and customers in their headquarters in Samsung Town, Seoul. Many first vendor companies attended the meeting and many of them were big companies. Gun-Ho was one of them. When the meeting was almost over, someone came to the S Group's president and whispered into his ear,
"What? Our chairman is here?"
There were about 20 presidents of the vendor companies in the meeting, and the S Group's president said to them,
"Our chairman is here and he wants to talk with you all. Please stand up and clap when our chairman enters the meeting room, to welcome him."
The chairman of S Group was the owner of the S Group and he was an extremely wealthy man. Gun-Ho had never met him before.
"Our chairman is coming."
A man who seemed to be a secretary announced with a loud voice and the S Group's president quickly stood up. All of the 20 vendor companies' presidents stood up along with him.
The S Group's chairman entered the meeting room. He looked like he was in his 70s. He looked much younger in a picture on a newspaper though, Gun-Ho thought. But in person, he looked really old with a lot of age spots on his face. He certainly looked like a 70-something years old man.
"I am pleased to meet you all. As a matter of fact, without you all, our S Group will have to close our business. Don't you think? Mr. President?"
The S Group's chairman said to S Group's president. The president responded quickly and with a loud voice,
"Of course, sir."
"All we need from you is manufacturing good products. You just need to manufacture better products than the ones made in Japan or in the U.S. People say in Japan that they do 'Isshokenmei.'"
Gun-Ho was surprised by hearing it again because that's what the Japanese Engineer Mr. Sakata Ikuzo said before.
'Mr. Sakata Ikuzo even chewed a piece of plastic in order to taste the product that he was developing. The plastic contains carbon and sulfur, and he still put it into his mouth knowing the fact.'
 
The S Group's chairman seemed to be amused for some reason; he was smiling.
"Anyone of you knows what 'Isshokenmei' means?"
No one responded, and the Gun-Ho answered,
"That means a person risks his life to do something."
"That's correct. Let me see… You seem to be very young. Which company are you representing?"
"It's GH Mobile."
"Oh, I see. So, as the president of GH Mobile just said, I want you all to work so hard in developing good products to the extent that you risk your life. I believe that GH Mobile's president is doing so in developing their own products."

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.

Aella teleported the next load of material, then teleported to the library.  Felix was in the middle of a giant stack of books, calling out titles and authors to Bridgette.
"Bridgette!" called Aella, "I have a some-what serious question for you!"
"One minute, Aella," she called back moving a stack of books taller than her to one side.
Aella watched as she seemed to be counting in her head, then rushed over to her.
"What's up?" Bridgette asked, slightly out of breath and looking at her expectantly with wide eyes.
"Tell me about what happens when a power crystal is broken," Aella said, glancing around for the stuffed animal.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that topic at all… Whatever magic is contained within the crystal, when the crystal is broken, that Mana is released.  Depending on the circumstances, you can either have anyone nearby die from mana poisoning, or an explosion the likes of which no one has ever seen.  Why do you ask?"
"What's mana poisoning?" asked Aella.  She was starting to figure out what had happened.
"Mana poisoning is really rare, actually," said Bridgette, "It's where so much magic is shoved into someone, they basically melt from the inside out."
"What if that person constantly healed?" asked Aella, trying to hide her shock and surprise.
"Well, if they could heal fast enough, I guess they would survive.  I honestly don't know what would happen to the person.  It's never happened, that I know about."
Aella scratched the back of her neck, wondering why she had bothered to come see Bridgette.  If she couldn't get any answers from her, there probably wasn't anyone to get them from, other than maybe Bob…
"Alright.  Thanks anyways," she said, preparing to teleport away, when there was a sudden crash behind them.
The stacks of books around Felix had gone flying as he start shaking violently.
"He's having a prophesy!" she cried, jumping over the fallen books and kneeling next to him.
Aella flew over him, to avoid stepping on any of the books and looked down just as his eyes popped open.  She knew he wasn't but it seemed like he was staring right at her.
"The earth will shake, the lost daughter will return to the crown, the blood red moon will fall, the children will be born healthy."
His shaking stopped, and his eyes shut.  Bridgette gently began moving the books away from him, clenching her jaw at the ones that were torn and damaged.  Aella watched him fall into a deep sleep, wondering what that was supposed to mean.  She could imagine the earth shaking to be the earth monster the church had contained, but she didn't think that was it.  The lost daughter might be her, but she already had the crown?  The time of the full moon was passed, and the children conceived from it would be born before the next one.  Did that mean the children this time would not be born healthy, but the next ones would be?  Her head was starting to hurt from thinking so hard.
"Aella, don't try to figure his words out too hard.  They could be nothing but gibberish, and even if they do have meanings, there's nothing we can do about them," said Bridgette stacking the damaged books up and taking them over to the desk.
"If the earth shaking is the monster the church has, then there's plenty I can do," said Aella.
"Aella, what are you busy with right now?" asked Bridgette, leaning against the desk and crossing her arms.
"I've got workers over at the new spot I want built into the new city for our kingdom.  Most of the material is already moved, that they had ready," said Aella.
"And you have time for anything else?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.  "When was the last time you slept?"
"Honestly, since the crystal broke, I haven't really been that tired," she said.
Bridgette paused with her arms held out before her, then jumped forward in excitement.  "This is great!  I can write my own book!"
She ran over the books scattered, somehow not stepping on any of them, jumping over Felix and grabbing an empty book and some quills, before running back, repeating her steps almost perfectly in reverse.
"Alright!  Have you grown any?  Gained any weight?" she asked, looking Aella up and down.
"Bridgette!" exclaimed Aella stepping back away from her.
"Oh, sorry.  Personal question, my bad.  Any uncontrollable powers or power increases?  Oh," she paused, turning to Aella.  "That's why you came here, isn't it?"
"Yep."
"What powers have you noticed?"
"Well, when the lightning from the harpies hit me, all of my magical items disappeared, and went into me," Aella said.
"What do you mean, went into you?"
"They're in me.  I can still hear them talking in my head, and I can still use their abilities, so they're still there, but they're not here anymore," said Aella waving her hands to show she had no rings on.
"Did the harpy thing happen before the power crystal broke?"
"Yeah."
Bridgette was scribbling furiously in the book, pausing to scratch her head with the end of the quill every so often, before going back and writing more.
"Besides the not sleeping, what else has changed?"
"I can teleport up to 4 people now, as well as huge quantities of things.  I can fly with ease and while I haven't tried it, I know I can control the air around me. When I went to heal the kids, I was able to suck the life out of that demoness bitch, and gave it to the kids.  It even healed back their missing wings," she said.
"She had cut off their wings?!" cried Bridgette, distracted from her writing for a moment, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I'm not sure what else has changed," Aella said, patting herself as she tried to remember what other magical items she had.
"Tell me what items you had," said Bridgette with her quill ready.
"I had the royal crown, which disappears and reappears at will, there was the shadow blade, an air elemental ring, a ring of healing, bracers that gave me some magical armor, the cloak that teleports, and the earrings whispering wisdom from past generals.  Oh! There was a pouch that could hold coins, too," she said, reaching for her waist, but of course it wasn't there.
"And you still hear them talking? Which ones talk to you?"
"The earrings, of course, but also the cloak and the rings.  The shadow blade can if it wanted to, but I don't think it cares to," she said, forming the blade as a dagger for a moment, then letting it fade back into her.
"Amazing," whispered Bridgette, turning back and writing furiously.
"I don't know what abilities I had before the lightning and the crystal breaking, to know what has changed really," Aella said, "But I do know that I need to get back to work.  If you think of anything, I'll try to swing by later tonight."
"Alright!"
Teleporting back to the front hall, she saw that more workers had arrived with more materials, and got back to work, moving things.  She needed to meet with the Master Builders soon, to see what they needed, and she needed to check on the progress of the lodge houses they were making.
"Your Majesty!" exclaimed Rafferty, one of the Master Builders, sweat and dirt on his face, "We have a list of things we need brought over.  My assistant is the only one we would like for you to take back, his name is Benard."
"How are the lodge houses coming along?" she asked, looking over at the framed structures.
"I think they'll be sufficient for us to sleep in tonight, but more wood and nails would be appreciated.  Benard has a list of things that should be relatively easy to get together.  There's a few things on the list I'm not sure he will be able to get without your word, and we could use a blacksmith to straighten some of the nails we bend, and to sharpen the tools when they get dull."
"Alright," she said, turning to look at the nervous pink demon beside him.  He had thin arms that trembled as he held a stack of papers.
"Why are you so scared?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Word has it, you hate pink demons," he whispered fearfully.
Aella opened her mouth to answer, then shut it thoughtfully.  "I guess I do have a penchant for killing every demon that's come up to me that was pink.  Except the tutor, what was his name…Vazzug?  He was pink, and I didn't kill him.  Though I guess I did send him away.  Pink is such a weak color.  It really doesn't have anything against you, I just don't like the color," she said with a shrug.
He nodded, swallowing convulsively, then held out a hand for her to teleport him.  With an evil grin, she thought about teleporting above the palace, and letting him fall a bit, then sighed and teleported to the front hall.  He might have lost some of his papers and she didn't have time to go chasing after them.  As he hurried away, she went back to moving materials over.  
"Your Majesty?" called Edgar when she teleported back for the next load.  "I have your lunch.  I hope you don't mind ham?"
Seeing it, she couldn't help but laugh.  It was a healthy pink next to the brown of the fresh bread.

The demons had been told they were evil for so long, that they believed it.  Aella vowed to change that.  She just needed a hero to help her make them realize it.  But first, she had to become their king...

Follow her as she fights to become the king of the demons, and then goes up against the evils of the human church.

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