Undertale, adalah sebuah game bergenre VRMMORPG yang sangat di gemari para gamers. Seorang pemain peringkat tinggi menerima kontrak dari developer game tersebut untuk membuat demonstrasi dari fungsi baru yang akan di luncurkan oleh developer game.

Sebagai pemimpin Guild Top Circle, Andika memiliki kewajiban untuk memimpin anggotanya untuk melaksanakan kontrak yang telah dia setujui dengan developer game.

Pada awalnya, semuanya berjalan dengan sempurna tanpa hambatan yang signifikan. Namun sebuah insiden yang tidak terduga terjadi ketika Andika akan menerima hadiah dari misi tersebut. Andika secara tiba-tiba dipindahkan ke dunia lain seorang diri, tanpa teman-temannya yang mengikutinya.

Jeff, owner of the italian restaurant, discovered that for several days, Eric had changed. He was no longer distracted or in a daze, he became wholly spirited. When he entertained the guests he was no longer as awkward as before and he would also occasionally casually joke with them, Jeff even once saw him skillfully tease a thirty-year-old lady on her hippie accent, and get three times the average tip as a reward.
 
"Eric, did something happen recently, you seem very… different ?" During a break once, Jeff could finally not resist and asked. Regarding his old friend's child, he cared very much.
 
"Is it that obvious ?"  Eric asked, somewhat taken aback.
 
Jeff laughed: "It's written all over your face."
 
"It might be because I found a goal. You know people, once they have something they want to do, they'll become more driven."
 
"Oh, what goal ? Do you mind telling me ?"
 
"Of course not,"  Eric replied: "I have decided to become a director. I was writing my first script recently, it will be finished in two days."  (TL: Okay so I know it's confusing since he said scriptwriter in the previous chapter, he's basically talking about his ultimate goal, not the one he will start with. And the matter of the script is explained further down.)
 
"Become… a director ?"  Jeff was somewhat surprised, he subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to remind him to not aim too high at the beginning, but then he remembered that this child was still mourning his father and swallowed his words.
 
Despite his looks, Eric had maintained his middle-aged mind, so witnessing Jeff's reaction, he just smiled indifferently. After all, this was Hollywood, every year thousands of people came here from all over the world to pursue their dreams in the movie industry, but the successfull were few, so Jeff's reaction was to be expected.
 
"That… When you have finished writing your script,  you can show me. You have to know that in the past I also once wanted to be an actor, well my appearance was not what it is today,"  Jeff patted his large belly and continued: "In the past I was very handsome. I even played a small role in The Godfather, you know. Time flies."
 
Eric was somewhat stunned, he would have never thought that Jeff had such a past, but he quickly composed himself. This was Hollywood after all, in this world's largest movie factory, nothing was impossible. Stallone had even starred in The Italian Stallion. (TL: NSFW movie for those who don't know.)
 
"No problem, when the time comes you can help me by making comments." Eric replied so that Jeff would feel more at ease about this whole ordeal and he could also use external reader's point of view.
 
Although  Eric had already revised this 1988 script as much as possible, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no flaws. As an outsider, Jeff could better help him find loopholes.
 
The two of them chatted for a while. As several guests entered the dining room, Eric hastily went forward to greet them.
 
After a day of work, Eric quickly went home, had his supper in a hurry, and proceeded to busy himself with the Jurassic Park novel and script.
 
The Jurassic Park novel was basically done, and it was time for the final proofreading. Eric planned to send photocopies to several publishing houses tomorrow. For the script however,  he had only written the outline as there were still several points that needed to be worked on. Eric had it all planned out in his mind so he only needed two days to sort things out.
 
He left home the next morning at around 7:00 am, to make several Jurassic Park copies and mail them. He had noted down the addresses of some famous North American publishing houses ahead of time, even if these large-scale publishing houses rejected Eric's draft, he would not be disappointed. It must be known that North America had tens of thousands of large and small publishing houses alike, somebody would eventually take a liking to his novel. Although Jurassic Park once rushed to the New York Times bestseller list, it wasn't technically Eric's goal, what he wanted was to own the copyrights for the movie as well as the TV rights once the novel was published.
 
"Hello, what can I do for you ?" Just as he stepped into the printing shop, a somewhat thin black female clerk warmly welcomed him.
 
Eric pulled out the manuscript from his bag: "I would like to make a few copies of this."
 
As the black girl looked at the thick stack of paper, her eyes lit up slightly and the smile on her face grew brighter: "Sir, can I take a look ?"
 
"No problem." Eric handed over the manuscript.
 
The black girl did not pay attention to the content, but counted the number of pages: "There's more than 300 pages, but I'll count it as 300. A full copy of the manuscript would be 30 US dollars, how many copies would you like sir ?"
 
30 US dollars ! Eric's mouth twitched slightly, he sighed at how expensive that was. He only had a few hundred dollars left and that was after asking for his month's salary in advance.
 
After bargaining back and forth, they finally settled on the price of one hundred US dollars for four copies. Once the money was payed, the black girl politely gave Eric a cup of coffee, then took the manuscript and began copying.
 
Eric held his cup of coffee in a bored manner as he looked at the black girl operating the machine. It would probably be done in half an hour and wouldn't in the way of his waiting job. Although it only gets busy after 10 at the restaurant and even if he knew that Jeff would definitely not deduct his wages even if he was late, friendship was friendship, and work was work. Eric was aware that if he wanted to maintain his current relationship with Jeff, he shouldn't slack off.
 
About ten minutes later, the printing shop entrance darkened a little. Eric looked up and saw a brown-haired white man carrying a bag stepping into the shop.
 
The man was about 40 years old and one meter seventy in height. In spite of this, he appeared very sturdy, sported a brown stubble, had an aquiline nose and wore gold-rimmed eyeglasses. His forehead was slightly bald and his entire person was exuding a gentle feeling.
 
"Welcome sir, can you wait a minute ?"
 
The brown haired man gently nodded and politely greeted Eric as he sat down next to him. The black girl temporarily stopped the work at hand and quickly poured a cup of coffe to the newly arrived guest: "Sir, I will be done with the other customer in about ten minutes, please accept this coffee in the meantime."
 
The man thanked her as he received the cup. His eyes followed the black girl as she manipulated what seemed to be manuscript and his eyes moved slightly. There were only three people in the shop and he couldn't help but look at Eric.
 
"If I might be so bold as to ask, is that manuscript yours ?"
 
Eric nodded: "Yes, it's a novel I just finished. I'm making several copies."
 
"You look like a high-school student, it's really impressive for someone your age."
 
"Thank you, this is actually my first novel, so I don't have that much confidence."
 
"No, one must believe in one's self. … Would you mind me reading it ?" Saying that the brown-haired man pulled out a business card and gave it to Eric: "I have a small publishing house, you see."
 
Eric received the name card and took a look:
Michael Klaus, "The Night Elves" Publishing House Manager.
Eric's eyebrows jumped , thankfully it's not Michael Crichton. Eric couldn't help but scold the westerners' lack of creative names. He remembered that in Eric's high school, there were already two guys called Jake, and two girls called Jessica, and that was in his grade alone. If you considered the whole school, the students with the same name were many. Some didn't even bother giving their children a proper name, Robert Downey had only lazily added "Jr." next to his son's.
 
Anyway, letting the man look wouldn't do any harm so Eric gave him a freshly photocopied version. The opposite party received it and looked at the book's title: "Jurassic Park, very interesting name."
 
Eric faintly smiled but did not say anything. Michael Klaus also didn't comment any further and started to read. The more he read, the more Michael's casual look gradually became serious. Although he had just praised Eric, but taking his age into account, he didn't think that such a youngster could write anything worth mentioning. In his past business dealings, those best-selling authors were almost all men full of experience and their knowledge was as vast as the sea.
After quickly and carefully reading the manuscript in hand, Michael earnestly reorganized the somewhat scattered and in disordered pages as he looked at Eric. His eyes were full of surprise, excitement, and determination.
 
"Young man, can you tell me your name ?"
 
"Eric Williams." Eric wasn't a hypocritical person so he truthfully answered. With his past life experience, there was no way he wouldn't understand the change in Michael's expression. Although he didn't plan to give Jurassic Park to a small publishing house, but getting acquainted with Michael Klaus wouldn't do any harm. If Jurassic Park got rejected by these well-known publishing houses, he would at least have a backup plan.

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

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

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ATTENTION!

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

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

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

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

Zhang Zian saw the message compiled by the editor. He savored it several times carefully, and in his heart, he felt an inexplicable sense of expectation. Had something changed?
Now the weather was warm, and he could go out wearing just a single layer. Without saying a word, he asked Pi to wait for a moment. He ran downstairs, opened the shutter door, and trotted to the Northside newsstand to buy newspapers.
He had gotten there early, and as expected, he managed to buy morning newspapers fresh off the printing press, smelling of ink.
Not in the headline, but in the corner of the front page, he found an article about the size of a tofu block, signed by Zhu Jisheng. The title of the article was "Literary Criticism Should Not Exceed the Proper Limits."
It seemed to have been written in a hurry. It was rather short—not as long as the last one, but the overall meaning was very clear. It expressed that rather than being all-inclusive toward network literature, there should be specific analysis of specific issues to guide and support the healthy and orderly development of network novels. Traditional literature and network literature were not antagonistic toward one another and could play a mutually reinforcing role.
The end of the article obscurely indicated that the content of the previous article had contained a mistake. Pi's novel should have been put on the list of recommended reading. However, due to the errors in writing and typesetting, it suffered unfair grievances. Here, the author wanted to express his sincere apologies to the novelist.
Zhang Zian finished reading in one breath and let out a long breath of relief. The dark cloud that had been pressing on his mind for many days was finally cleared away.
However, the explanation seemed suspicious. Was it really a mistake in writing and typesetting? With such a big name and such a large circulation of newspaper headlines, how could you send the manuscript to the editor without first proofreading it yourself? Considering this man's age, it was not entirely impossible to make such a mistake, but... He kept feeling that it was quite weird.
He could not consider all of that now. He trotted all the way back to the pet shop with the newspaper, went up to the second floor, took the newspaper excitedly on his desk, and pointed to Pi to read it.
"Pi, there's no need to worry, your novel's situation has been reversed!"
"Zhi zhi?"
The listless Pi was frightened by him, and he read the article carefully under his continuous urging.
"Unexpectedly, you were injured by mistake, which is unfortunate enough—but thanks to good luck that came out of bad things, this person's influence is great and you were recommended by name. The effect should be enough to compensate for the loss of the recommendation that was taken away before."
"Zhi zhi?"
Pi was confused by a sudden twist and still did not dare to completely believe it.
Zhang Zian explained the stakes to it. This kind of newspaper was absolutely no joke. The obligatory message could also be used as side proof. In short, there was no longer any need to worry about it.
Pi repeatedly confirmed with him several times and got a positive answer. The expression on its face changed from dark to bright, and its whole body was full of energy. It remembered that today's chapter had not been written yet, sat upright, and began typing with clicking-clacking sounds.
Among the elfins, only Vladimir was still sleeping, and at this moment, he was woken up by their speaking. He quickly rolled out from under the bed, scratching the back of its head with its claws and yawning, and asked, "It's so early, what are you guys so excited about?"
Zhang Zian wanted to tell everyone the good news, and immediately answered, "Sorry, Vladimir, we woke you up. Pi's novel was readdressed. The man who wrote the article published another, indicating that he had made a mistake before."
"Oh, that's very good."
Vladimir was unmoved, like he had heard very ordinary information.
"The only part that is strange is that this man's attitude changed from arrogance to humility," he whispered while Pi wasn't paying attention.
Vladimir smiled faintly. "It's not surprising. People always change. Besides, he may have made a mistake before. Anyway, it's good that everything is alright now."
"It should be alright." Zhang Zian hoped that it was.
The matter of Pi had come to an end for the time being. He just had to wait to confirm it with the editor-in-charge when the editor-in-charge came to work.
Vladimir randomly wiped its face, then flicked its tail and ran downstairs.
Zhang Zian looked at his cell phone. He had several unread messages from last night. In addition to the interview requests of media reporters, there was an email from [Collapse The World], who had not contacted him in a while.
He had met [Collapse The World] in Wang Haige Forum. This person had coded a web crawler program and had first discovered that cat abuse cases were spreading in the country.
That web crawler program had been placed in the automatic-startup list of the laptop computer. As long as Pi opened the computer to write a novel, the program would be running in the background, automatically collecting, analyzing, and sorting out cat abuse incidents in forums all over the country.
Now that he no longer needed this program anymore, he could find a time to delete it.
[Collapse The World]: I had some doubts at first, but you're right. Through these days of observation, I found that cat abuse across the country is rapidly subsiding. The rate of its subsiding is like pouring a basin of cold water on a charcoal fire, almost completely extinguishing the fire. There are only a few embers still burning, which should be an apt example. I'm curious, how did you know in advance? Previously, you said that this is because the construction of socialist spiritual civilization has achieved results in phase. You were not serious, right?
[The Hottie]: [Comical face] Of course I'm serious.
He thanked the other party for sharing the crawler program generously, but it was inconvenient to explain the situation.
After the email was sent out, he did not expect the other party to reply to another email immediately. It seemed that this person had just woken up, or had not slept yet—with Zhang Zian's understanding of the technological group of people, it was probably the latter.
[Collapse The World]: [Crying laughing face] Alright, since you aren't planning on saying, I won't chase you for answers anymore. After all, everyone has secrets.
[The Hottie]: [Comical face][Comical face]
Zhang Zian took this as a daily chat. He had never met [Collapse The World] before, and he knew little about the other, but he had met them in the forum due to the cat abuse incident. Now that the cat abuse had subsided, he expected that this may be his last contact with the other, and that they would slowly forget each other.
This was like friends in online games. No matter how lucky they were to meet each other, most of them would stop contacting each other with the decline of the game's popularity, and they would finally forget each other completely with the closure of the game. The game was the link between them, just like the cat abuse incident was the link between Zhang Zian and [Collapse The World].
Zhang Zian had thought that, and used two [Comical face] as the ending, feeling that was quite good.
Unexpectedly, just as he put down his cell phone and was going downstairs to do his daily cleaning work, another email came from the other side.
[Collapse The World]: Although the cat abuse cases already have hints of ending, I want to remind you, the world is still in the state of collapse.


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

The second day after Fang Zhao spoke with Great-Grandfather was a Saturday. Second Uncle did not have to work, so he borrowed a car from his colleague and made a four-hour drive from Yanbei City to Qi'an City.
The previous night after dinner, Second Uncle had decided to head out and chitchat with a bunch of friends from the same housing block. He had seen all the news and information regarding Fang Zhao and, in the past two days, had chatted with people in the vicinity. Previously, Fang Zhao had bought candy for the kids within the vicinity. Fang Zhao had also come to stay with Second Uncle on Memorial Day. Lots of people had met Fang Zhao here; thus, when the news erupted, many people recognized him and dragged Second Uncle out to chat everyday.
As he was preparing to leave last night, he had received a call from Great-Grandfather Fang. Having always been the one to make the call, there had never been a situation where Great-Grandfather Fang had taken the initiative to contact him. Seeing the terminal displaying the word "Grandpa" gave Second Uncle a scare and made him think that something had happened to Great-Grandfather Fang
However, Great-Grandfather Fang only asked about the situation with Fang Yu and then enquired as to whether Second Uncle had any plans on Saturday. Upon finding out that Second Uncle did not have to work and had no other arrangements, he asked if Second Uncle could make a trip to Qi'an City.
It was rare to be be assigned a task by Great-Grandfather Fang, and Second Uncle was feeling excited. He immediately went to borrow the flying car from his colleague, and early on Saturday morning, he went to the retirement facility, received an item from Great-Grandfather Fang, and pledged to complete the task successfully before driving straight for Qi'an City.
Fang Zhao had received a message from Great-Grandfather Fang on the second day. Great-grandfather had something to give him and Second Uncle would deliver it over, thus, on Saturday morning, Fang Zhao was up early and waiting at home.
Second Uncle followed Fang Zhao's given address. As he neared this district, the car's in-built computer beeped a speed limit warning, and the security personnel requested identification, a verification number, and other information. Only after all that was he able to drive to Fang Zhao's block.
Fang Zhao was already waiting in his top floor penthouse.
"Seems like this area's security measures are rather stringent. You probably don't have to worry about being disturbed."
Before coming, Second Uncle had been worried that, with all the attention Fang Zhao was getting, his lifestyle would surely be disrupted. But seeing the tight and secure environment, he felt at ease.
"Indeed, there are not many disturbances." Fang Zhao guessed that Xue Jing had purchased the place all those years back to avoid trouble too. If he was still living in the black street, reporters would have already been camping outside his door. Maybe some journalists even knew the black street rules better than the tenants themselves.
"Great-Grandfather Fang wanted me to pass this to you."
Second Uncle did not know what Great-Grandfather Fang wanted to give to Fang Zhao, nor did he check what it was. He did not even touch the tea upon entering the house, choosing to hand over the wrapped box to Fang Zhao straightaway.
After delivering the item, Second Uncle did not stay long. Knowing that Fang Zhao's situation was safe and well, he did not worry anymore. Since he seldom came to Qi'an City, he took this chance to find a couple of old friends for a chat.
After Second Uncle left, Fang Zhao tore off the wrappers on the box and input in the passcode Great-Grandfather Fang had given him to unlock it. Opening the box, he saw the black gun that was lying inside.
The black gun in the box did not have a casing. The body of the gun emanated an icy-cold glare. From the gun's structure, it was different from the one he had picked up from the black street. He had seen this sort of gun in games before.
There was also a note inside the box which read: "If you want something done well, do it yourself."
Below it was another line: "Only for self-defense."
Looking at the gun and the note, Fang Zhao laughed. He burned the note, kept the gun, and sent his great-grandfather a return text: "Received."
Fang Zhao had still thought that he would need to raise his reputation even higher before asking Great-Grandfather Fang for the gun. Little had he expected that Great-Grandfather Fang would send it over that quickly.
Great-Grandfather Fang had sent the gun over mainly because he had made the deal with Fang Zhao. Other than that, he felt that being a celebrity was dangerous, as attention would always be on Fang Zhao when he went out. What would he do if he ran into a crazed person? He might also run into unscrupulous people with bad intentions. Fang Zhao did not have any reliable friends in Qi'an and could not completely trust Silver Wing. Even if they arranged a bodyguard for him, how much assurance was there that he could be completely at ease? The world would always have crazy people who would do crazy things over small matters. What would he do if he encountered such a situation?
Great-Grandfather Fang felt that his great-grandson was an artistic youth who would not be able to raise his arms in a fight. With a gun for protection, the two elders would be more at ease.
Upon receiving Fang Zhao's reply, Great-Grandfather Fang had more words for Fang Zhao. "Don't think that having a gun makes you invulnerable; be wary whenever you head out!" A long winded speech from Great-Grandfather Fang who at this moment treated Fang Zhao like an ignorant doll.
"You think too much. I know how to handle a gun. I won't use it anyhow."
"You know my ass! Sigh, whatever. Youngsters nowadays just will not listen!"
"You are really overthinking. Right now I'm only slightly famous; I still cannot compare with all those big celebrities. There won't be much trouble at all," Fang Zhao replied.
Great-Grandfather Fang nagged on a little longer before ending the call.
Having obtained the item, there was no longer any need for Fang Zhao to stay home, so he headed to the company. He submitted an application with Duan Qianji, an application to head out and gather materials.
Great-Grandfather had said something right. He had suggested Fang Zhao head outside more often. Even though he was not affected by all the discussions in the outside world he had decided to take a walk to somewhere a little far.
The accompaniment piece for Fiery Bird's game was not yet complete. Fang Zhao wanted to head out to look for inspiration. When he did his worshipping at the Yanzhou Cemetery for Martyrs, he got quite a bit of inspiration, but it was still not enough. Fang Zhao decided to visit other Cemetery for Martyrs in other continents. He had long wanted to visit the graves of his old friends.
Silver Wing Media's top floor office.
Duan Qianji was listening to reports. There were still two days till the end of online voting for the Rising Dragon poll. The standings for the three candidates were all very close, with each candidate having over 20,000,000 votes. Yet the gap between them was less than a thousand. At present, Polar Light's votes were the lowest, but looking at the total quantity, one thousand votes was in fact an insignificant gap. One could say that all three candidates were evenly matched.
Seeing the application that Fang Zhao had sent, Duan Qianji frowned.
Head out to gather materials?
And to other continents to gather them?
Was there a need to visit every continent's Cemetery for Martyrs to look for inspiration?
However, Fang Zhao had no pressing assignments to handle even if he stayed within Yanzhou. Regarding Polar Light's development plans, Fang Zhao had already seen and given his approval. Furthermore, since many media organizations were keeping an eye on Fang Zhao, Duan Qianji thought that letting Fang Zhao out to avoid the limelight was not a bad idea.
After some consideration, Duan Qianji agreed. Even if Polar light was not chosen for the endorsement deal, if Fang Zhao's completed piece was selected by Fiery bird, it would not be that bad.
Duan Qianji thus approved his request and even arranged for an intercontinental flying transport for Fang Zhao.
"The assistant I arranged for you can only reach Silver Wing at night. He has a flying license and will accompany you to gather materials. He will double up as a bodyguard too."
An hour later.
Silver Wing Tower 50th floor. Virtual Projects department.
Zu Wen had finished a game and came out to stretch his legs. A young man around his age had walked in, his eyes throwing curious glances all around.
"May I know who you are looking for?" Zu Wen asked.
The young man walked over, smiling. "Hi, I'm the new assistant assigned to Fang Zhao."
"That's you?"
Zu Wen had heard Fang Zhao mention that the superiors had arranged for an assistant cum bodyguard for him. He had never expected it so quickly, though. However, the person in front of him did not look special. This person was of a similar height to Zu Wen, and his body was not well-built, unlike the large chunks of muscles seen in movies.
However, since it was arranged by the top, Zu Wen kept whatever doubts he had to himself, smiled, and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Zu Wen, the Virtual Project Department's top technician."
"Nice to meet you too. I'm Zuo Yu. May I ask if Fang Zhao is in?" Zuo Yu asked.
"Boss is in his office, that way." Zu Wen pointed Zuo Yu in the direction.
"Okay. Thanks."
When Zuo Yu arrived at Fang Zhao's office, Fang Zhao was just arranging the last piece of a manuscript that he was going to send over to Xue Jing tonight.
"Hi, Boss Duan arranged for me to come over. Starting today, I am your assistant. Is there anything you require me to do?" Zuo Yu asked with a smiling face.
Fang Zhao raised his head and looked up at him. After thinking seriously, he said, "Yes. Could you feed the dog? The self-feeding machine broke. It has not yet returned since it was sent for repairs."
Zuo Yu: "...Sure."
Although it was not what he had expected to be doing, Zuo Yu went about it seriously. Just... the dog seemed to dislike him. Whenever he got close, the dog would run.
After Fang Zhao completed the manuscript, Zuo Yu drove him over to Xue Jing's place. During the trip there, he had thought that Fang Zhou would ask him some stuff about his duties in the special forces and had already prepared what to brag about. Unfortunately, other than stating the address, Fang Zhao did not say anything much.
When they reached Xue Jing's place, Fang Zhao instructed Zuo Yu to head back first. He was going to stay at Xue Jing's place and finish the last bit of proofreading.
"You have one day to pack your stuff and prepare the flying transport. We leave at 7 a.m. the day after tomorrow." Fang Zhao told him.
"Where is the destination?" Zuo Yu asked.
"I will let you know when the time comes." As soon as he finished, Fang Zhao headed inside.
Zuo yu watched as Fang Zhao's back view disappeared. Shaking his head and pursing his lips, he said to himself, "Tsk. An artist."
…
On Monday, Du Ang headed upstairs to look for Fang Zhao.
Du Ang was very pleased recently. As the head of the newcomer's department and Fang Zhao's manager back when he was a newcomer, Du Ang had received lots of compliments and congratulations when Fang Zhao's popularity was on the rise. In the elevator, whenever he ran into other managers he knew, they would all come chat Du Ang up.
"Old Du, when you were the manager of the newcomer composers, what means did you to use to excavate a fine gem like Fang Zhao? Composing, songwriting, remixing, what an all-rounded talent!"
Du Ang was especially pleased. "I don't even know myself. I just kept digging and digging and I found myself a gem."
Today, the head of operations, Julian, had wanted to throw a celebration and had invited everyone to have fun. Thus Du Ang personally headed to the 50th floor to ask if Fang Zhao wanted to go with him.
But when the jubilant Du Ang reached the 50th floor, there was no sign of Fang Zhao.
"Where is your boss?" Du Ang asked Zu Wen.
"He headed out to gather materials," Zu Wen replied.
"Headed out to gather materials? Isn't that like a company-sponsored trip?" Du Ang felt extremely envious. "When will he be back?"
"We don't have a clue either. A minimum estimate would be between ten days and half a month, I guess."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

She woke up feeling dizzy and confused. Her eyes blurred from the bright light. Slowly regaining her sight, she saw the cieling, old wood with cobwebs on the corner. She turned her head to the left and saw a table, two wooden chairs beside a window with white curtains. Outside the window was a vase of red roses that were almost dried up, obviously neglected for a while. She tried to sit down, holding her head from pain and confusion. Then she freezed....Oh my God!!! She's breathing fresh air!!!
When the apocalypse started, the air was mixed with foul odor from burned things and blood splattered everywhere. One of the things she missed was fresh air with faint grassy odor. When she was young, her mother had a house in a village. Until she was five years old, she grew up surrounded by fresh grass and trees from the mountain.
She sat down slowly and noticed a small cabinet with lamp and an old cellphone. Wait a second, this looks like her cellphone in the past, when she was still working as a cashier in a supermarket near her apartment in Allegra City.
Trembling, she grabbed the phone and saw the screen, June 22, 20xx! One year before the meteor fell down and caused the first chaos. She cried hard holding her chest, happy, sad, grateful, she's back!!! God pitied her. With tears still falling on her face, she noticed the silver necklace with a pendant holding a blue round crystal. She got this from her mother. 'Thank God it's still here.'
The last thing she remembered, she was pushed by her step-sister Diara Chen when they were trying to escape the group of undead. Falling down the stairs, shocked and desperately shaking her and arms that were being eaten. Blood was everywhere and little by little she was losing consciousness. She saw Adelle Wu's crying face, her best friend, shouting her name while being held by her ex-fiance' Aquan Feng. She was trying to reach her but her bas**** ex was holding her hands, keeping her from using her power to save her.
When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed powers almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. She felt chills on her back remembering what would happen a year from now. She wants revenge, for every suffering she experienced. But before that happens, she needs to prepare.
In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe millitary and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.
If she remembers it right, she has a fever last night. She also rembered calling her supervisor and asked for a leave. She returned home with some groceries that were left on the kitchen counter and she dragged her heavy body on the bed. Then she fell asleep. 'I still feel blessed even if I died. I won't waste this opportunity.'
Ring-Ring-Ring...
Isabella Chen almost threw her phone when she heard the voice she doesn't want to hear anymore.
"Isabella, daddy ask you to come home tonight. Grandma will be here and big brother has two days break from work so we'll have a family dinner tonight. I miss you so  much sister, i hope to see you later." 'F*** this b****y step-sister.' If she didn't remember her death, she would have felt touched.
"Diara, can you tell them i can't go because I'm on night duty this week."  Her hands almost squashed her phone trying to control her emotions. 'Ha! This fake family.'
"Sister don't you miss me? Why don't you ask for a leave so that Grandma won't  be mad."
"Sorry I can't." 'You wish'
"It's alright sister i'll take care of it. But please come home soon, we miss you." Her voice escaped from the nose so it sounds like false.
'Goosebumps.' "Sure sis, bye."
I don't feel guilty lying. I thought  I changed because after the chaos, everybody strived to survive. There were no laws outside the bases. Kill or be killed. This is not the time to take revenge so i'll just ignore them for now...
She lied on the bed and recalled what happened int he past. Just like ordinary days, she would continue to work. Then a month later, Diara and Aquan's engagement will be announced. She felt sad for moment then it passed like it's nothing. She stood up, took a notepad that was on the table and tried writing what she needed to do.
If her memory is right, she saved a lot of money during these five years. 50,000$ in the bank. The apartment doesn't cost much, she doesn't go out, only when her bestfriend invites her. When shopping, she asks herself if she really need to buy those things. She's not stingy but practical. Her apartment is small so she can clean it well and is not time consuming. Since she's always at work, she only needed a place to sleep.
 Even though she had a full scholarship and monthly allowance from her sponsor Isabella Apparel, she did all kinds of jobs. She was one of the students who where selected for the scholarship. She did well in highschool so she was chosen when she applied. She also did part time jobs proofreading novels and articles during weekends and when she's free. She majored in English so it was a piece of cake for her.
But this is not enough. She wants to have a secure base to live in and invite her bestfriend, the only family she has aside from her mother. It will take a lot of effort to convince ber but she will never give up. This time she will choose who she wants to be with. So she needs to prepare food for at least five people. Preparing more makes her feel secure.
She opens her computer and reads the news, trying to recall anything that will bring her money. She was so concentrated she forgot to eat. Her stomach grumbles, looks at her clock, 6:00 pm. She went to the kitchen and started to cook the noodles she was planning to eat at lunch.
Ring-Ring-Ring
"Hello?"
"Hello Ms. Isabella Chen?" a male voice on the other line.
"Yes, who's speaking?"
"Good evening, I'm Belden Huang, Mrs. Liu's friend."
"Huh, mom's friend?" 'She never mentioned anybody in the past.'
"Yes, if you could spare some time tomorrow, i would like to speak with you about your mother's will."
"!!!!!!!!" Still feeling confused and shocked. "Yes, let's meet tomorrow at 9:00 am at Anya's Cafe'?"
"Sure, see you tomorrow Ms. Chen."
Her mouth was still open when the call dropped. She coudn't believe it. How was this life different from the past? She thinks hard and was sure that she didn't meet him in her last life. What changed?
Then her eyes lit. Tonight, she was supposed to be back having dinner with her so-called family. When she arrived, she was not permitted to sit on the couch and was asked to help in the kitchen like all the family 'fake ehem' dinners in the past. She left her bag on the couch...Maybe...Her eyes wide open, realized something...Her hands formed a fist digging her skin with her nails...
"Oh God don't tell me...they robbed me????!!!!" She's not sure how much her mom left her, or if there was even money. She recalled that her father's company was able to open a branch in Galvin Country. It will be two months from now. She thought maybe they were supported by her ex-fiance's family so she didn't question it.

Sky turned red, meteors fell. Screams and explosions everywhere. For unknown reason, people started having magic powers.. Most were happy but it didn't last long. Soon came the undead. To survive, kill or be killed. 

Her mom disappeared. She was betrayed by her ex-fiance' and killed by her step-sister. 
Now she rebirth a year before the apocalypse, equip with magical space, this time will it be the same?


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Hi readers, I'm a amateur author. Please be linient with me. This is my first novel so please allow me to grow. Suggestions will be appreciated.Thanks!!!

11 AM, three days after the discussion...

"Miss, Young Master Ryan has just finished his lesson for the day. He requested to meet you, so I carried him here. Sorry, for disturbing your work," a maid approached a beautiful young lady who was reading and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Behind the maid was a cute little boy who ran towards the pretty lady without hesitation.

"Big sis! Big sis! What are you reading?" the little boy went left and right trying to get the lady's attention. When the maid saw this, she tried to hold on to the little boy only to fail. The maid miserable situation caught the lady's eyes as she reprimanded the little boy from running around.

"Little pumpkin, stop running now," she said and looked at the maid with apologetic eyes.

"Sorry for that and thank you for bringing him here," she spoke in a humble voice. The maid simply smiled as she shook her head. 

"It's my pleasure. I'll be off now. I'll send someone to bring beverages and snacks for the two of you," the maid curtsied before leaving the room. As she closed the door, she took one last glance at the people inside the room. A warm smile was on her face when she saw the grown-up woman and her little brother teased each other. Since the two came to the villa, her work as a maid had increased a little and so were the other workers. Not that they resented it, but more to gratefulness. Working in the villa...well, if she had to summarise it, she would say that working here was boring. The reason because they only served one person which was the Master of their clan and the villa's owner.

Perhaps to others, it was a wonderful working environment, but to them who generation by generation worked with the goal of helping the Master of Wu clan by any means possible, doing nothing was similar to torture. Although Master Eric was the best master they had ever served, his organized life left them with nothing extra to do. Besides, his intimidating aura forced them to stick with their daily chores, afraid to ask for more tasks. 

However, things got livelier since the pair of siblings came to the villa. Not only their jobs increased, but they also get the chance to witness their aloof Master playing around with the little boy. It wasn't only a one-time occurrence, but many times. Plus, it was rare to see someone picking a fight with their Master. The woman who day by day was getting prettier was the only one capable of doing that. She seemed timid at first, but when meeting with their Master's constant provocation, she became the tigress that could match with their Master's lioness. 

The maid entered the kitchen and requested the chef to prepare the snacks and drinks she spoke of earlier. 

"Madam Clair, can I bring the foods to Miss Bella and Young Master Ryan?" a woman approached the maid who just entered the kitchen. She was the youngest maid in the villa, although her age wasn't considered to be young. This maid was already twenty-nine years old.

"I want to ask Miss Bella for her beauty secret. Her skin is so supple. She might be small, but she looked like an angel with her long curly hair," the young maid continued with a series of complement for Bella Lim. She only stopped when Madam Clair shoved the tray with foods to her hands.

"Aye... thank you Madam Clair!" the young maid almost jumped in joy. She left the room in a hurry, slowing down only when scolded by Madam Clair.

"Don't ask too much. Remember, we work for the people in this villa, disturbing their daily life isn't our jobs," Madam Clair reminded the young maid. 

"Sure, but Miss Bella is kind," the young maid halted as she looked around. Admiration was in her eyes when she talked about Bella Lim.

"Still, just leave the tray there. Better yet, don't ask anything. Miss Bella seems a bit down nowadays," Madam Clair insisted. She was old enough to see through people and the past three days were obviously a difficult phase for Miss Bella. Even though she appeared cheerful and often laughed, when she was alone, she often caught her looking sad and angry.

"S-sure..." the young maid uttered after seeing the serious look on Madam Clair. Yet, she still left the room excitedly.

Madam Clair could only shake her head in resignation. Almost all maids wanted to serve Miss Bella because she wasn't just pretty but kind as well. Moreover, she had little pumpkin by her side who often made them laughed their heart out with his mischievousness.

'Ahh, the Master is changing as well,' Madam Clair thought as she resumed her work per normal.

Inside the writing studio, Bella Lim; the pretty lady described earlier was explaining to little pumpkin the thing she was reading. Since Eric Wu had permitted her to tell little pumpkin about her job, she didn't hesitate to talk about the new gem of Enlai Gong. Besides, little pumpkin was already old enough to understand the meaning of secret. He was determined to keep Enlai Gong's true identity even to his grave... so he said.

"Woah... big brother Eric really wrote this?" little pumpkin was holding the manuscript Bella Lim was reading earlier. He flipped through the pages without speaking anything. Suddenly he laughed with his whole body shaking.

"What's so funny?" Bella Lim frowned, wondering if there was a comedic scene written in the manuscript. 

"Big sis, what with this scribble?" little pumpkin showed the paper he was reading. Bella Lim tilted her head to have a look. When she saw her own writing, she gave a gentle twist on little pumpkin's left ear.

"Oh, little pumpkin knows how to tease big sis now?" with a stern face, she rose her voice. Little pumpkin pursed his lips and vigorously shook his head.

"Not dare! Little pumpkin is sorry," he denied, waving his hands. He understood that his big sis was just showing an angry facade so he decided to play along. "Ouch, ouch, ouch! big sis! Please spare me!" he screamed and began to cry. Seeing this, Bella Lim could no longer continue her act. 

"Does it really hurt?" worried, she looked intently at little pumpkin's ear to see any mark. However, she didn't see anything.

"Hehehe, got you, big sis!" little pumpkin put the manuscript on the table and ran away. Bella Lim finally saw what he was planning and chased for the little boy. She couldn't believe that she just got played by her own little pumpkin.

"You little devil!" she yelled while pretending to chase the little boy with all her heart. At the same time, the door of the writing studio was opened by someone. The young maid who was holding a tray was shocked to see the scene in front of her. Little pumpkin was now on top of Bella Lim, tickling the poor big sister who had to yield to his antics.

"Erm.., M-miss Bella?" a nervous voice interrupted the pair of siblings who were laughing non-stopped. 

Bella Lim heard the voice, so she quickly got up and fixed little pumpkin's disheveled hair. The little boy was still giggling although she already asked him to stop. Shaking her head, Bella Lim looked at the door to see the person who entered the room. A maid was standing there with a tray in her hand. 

"Sis Tiara, sorry to let you see the mess earlier," Bella Lim walked to the maid that she was so familiar with and took the tray in her hand. "Thank you," she thanked her.

The young maid called Tiara was startled as she finally woke up from the surprised she had earlier. She couldn't believe that the beautiful woman would show such a fun side of her. That was something she had never seen before. 

"Miss Bella, l-let me carry this. Young Master Ryan, the chef has prepared your favorite sweets," Tiara took the tray from Bella Lim and walked towards the round table at the cozy area near the fireplace. She placed the tray on top of it and watched little pumpkin approached the table with pure joy in his eyes. 

"Careful!" a nervous voice reminded the little boy to mind his steps. He slowed down and carefully crafted his way to the table. Tiara shifted her gaze to the owner of the voice and a gasp of adoration left her lips. 

'Miss Bella is small but honestly so pretty. With the proper attire, she will be stunning. It's a pity, she loved this comfy attire,' Tiara was immersed in her own thought. 

'But, she still the prettiest woman I've ever seen,' she continued to be mesmerized by Bella Lim's beauty, not realizing that the source of admiration was staring at her in amusement.

"Sis Tiara, you've something to say?" the crispy voice of Bella Lim made the maid puffed in shock. 

"M-miss Bella, I heard you're a bit down nowadays. I-I... please cheer up!" Tiara closed her eyes as she tried her best to enunciate each word. Then, she ran out of the room without looking back.

Bella Lim was perplexed as she didn't expect to see someone tried so hard to cheer her up despite being so nervous. She had noticed long ago that the maid was always looking at her secretly from afar. When she smiled at her, she immediately cut their eye contact and ran away. Today was the first time she saw her up close. When she spoke, it reminded her of the time she used to panic when talking with Eric Wu. Somehow, she found her cute.

At the same time, she thought about the reason she cheered her up. It seemed that she was still affected by what had happened that even the maid could tell that she was depressed.

It had been three days since the night she had a very long discussion with Eric Wu and Lu Fei. It was a fruitful night but a frustrating one at the same time. In the end, they couldn't find the reason why she, who was deemed to be dead was still alive. The riddle was still unsolved to this day...

However, she had a very strong instinct that one of these days, the answer to the riddle would reveal itself. 

Bella Lim admitted that since that night, she had changed. These past three days, she had come to terms with the fact that she and little pumpkin weren't siblings by blood and that they were part of the greater conflict between the four major clans. There were moments she struggled with all of these, but rather than being beaten down, she had found a new purpose. To find the truth... 

As of now, she could only wait until her memories returned. After going through two sessions of assessment with Lu Fei, he told her that soon she would find the answer to who she truly was. She couldn't recall the specific terms he used to describe the activity inside her brain as it was too complicated for her. However, she trusted him when he said that it would be soon...

"Big sis, your phone is ringing," little pumpkin called for his big sis while munching the chocolate chip cookies he had on both hands. Bella Lim took a deep breath and nodded. She smiled while rubbing little pumpkin's head before reaching for her phone on the table.

"Madam Olivia?" she read the dialer's name aloud, attracting little pumpkin's attention.

"Madam Olivia is calling?" he asked interestedly. 

"Uhuh," Bella Lim smiled at little pumpkin. It was understandable why he was interested in that name for Madam Olivia was like a mother figure to him. She too felt the same, the warm feeling she got while being with her was what she loved the most. Their meeting before was short but memorable. 

Bella Lim wondered why she called her all of a sudden.

Hiatus - Read Author's note in the latest chapter for more info.

Bella Lim was just an ordinary girl who had a peculiar hobby of stalking the most handsome, rich, popular man in the whole country.

One day, she found out a secret that could endanger the man's life. She tried to warn him but it was too late, she saw his dire state in front of her very eyes. And she was killed under the hand of the ruthless killer. 

But, due to her 'sin', she was reborn. It was a blessing but at the same time a curse that changed her life forever.

Her life entangled with him and dark past returned!



*I'll update weekly sometimes daily.
* a cliche reincarnation story (with some originality.cough.)
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"What should we do? Shall we go ahead or go back?" asked Smoke feeling proud of her team who choose to maintain their rationality and kept calm while completely believing her even after such a chaotic revelation.
After hearing everything, another question was if they should find out more or should they come back with a precise plan. Not only because of the dangers that the mission would make them face but mainly because there were many innocent people who they had to rescue. Their one single uncalculated step will not only cost their team but also cost many other people their lives. 

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"Go ahead" everyone spoke at the same time while Zhi Xin said, "Go back."
Smiling Smoke answered while looking at Zhi Xin, "5 v/s 1 not possible, my group say's go ahead."
"It's dangerous." warned Zhi Xin as he was aware that they are practically walking into a tiger's den which was already laid with traps to catch them.
"We love danger's " answered Fire.
"Playing with danger's is our specialty" added Sugar
"We practically eat, sleep, and dream danger's " added Red
Looking at Zhi Xin not saying anything further smoke started speaking and informing about the strategy,
"Step1- call reinforcements- chile. Make sure we have enough medical supplies and space to take the injured back with us.
step 2- hack both the cameras and figure out the number and condition of people we could rescue. Make sure to store the data, it will be useful.
step 3- We will follow the same pattern for entering while the pattern will shift while exiting. Entering, I will go ahead, Fire and Red side to side, Sugar will follow. Chile will make sure reinforcements arrive on time. During exit, Sugar will lead, Red and Fire will maintain Side to Side, I will follow.
step 4- make sure everyone is safe and sound
step 5-blast the entire place.
Any opinion?" Asked Smoke after she finished instructing.
"No" "Yes" came the voices of everyone. While everyone said No Zhi Xin was the one who said Yes.
Looking at Zhi Xin Smoke was waiting for him to explain while giving him a look saying -care-to-explain-.
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On their wedding night, 
Zhi Ruo was scared and nervous, sitting  on the bed she was awaiting her husband since hours. 
"This is the first time I will be meeting him... Shall I run away? Anyway he will not be able to find me, afterall who marries without meeting even once" 
The door opened and a handsome man entered:
Qing Shan moved towards the bed with a steady pace that was neither hurried nor slow.
Zhi Ruo: What ae you doing?
Qing Shan: What a husband should do.......


Since getting married, the almighty boss became a wife slave and everyone was filled with limitless dog food.

Under the persuasion from Li Du, Hans expanded the area of their operations. With that, there would be more storage companies for them to choose from.
It was nearing the end of July. After the heavy rains, Flagstaff once again returned to its warm weather.
With a back full of sweat, Hans found a new storage company. The location was in Kingman, a small city northwest of Flagstaff.
After having been free for a few days, Li Du commanded them to set off after receiving the info. Thus, the Iron Knight once again returned to the highways.
Kingman was about 150 miles from Flagstaff. With the speed of the Iron Knight, they would reach there in two hours.
"It’s a small place, brother. The population is only about 30,000, mostly white people. There aren’t many other races besides quite a number of people from the middle-east who immigrated here."
Along the trip, Hans explained to Li Du about the culture and history of Kingman.
"I know about this," Li Du exclaimed. "Allahu Akbar— if we respect their faith and culture, everything will be peaceful."
Hans shrugged and said, "Right, that’s how it is."
Kingman was in the center of Arizona, where Mohave County was. It was once thought to be the most barren area in West America; the landscape was wild and open, with little architecture.
It was due to these reasons, that some immigrants chose to live in Kingman.
Though it did not seem like a well-off place, the population was low. There was less job competition, so for immigrants that were lacking social networks after coming to America, Kingman was a great choice.
Many immigrants were tenacious. With their strength and knowledge, even a desolate place like Kingman could become a place of potential after their efforts.
To get to Kingman from Flagstaff, they had to travel on Route 66. The highway was about 2,500 miles long, and was famous all over the country, nicknamed the "Mother Road."
Route 66 started in Chicago, and went through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Arizona, cutting to Los Angeles and stretching to Santa Monica. Across eight states and three time zones, it was incredible!
As for the nickname, not only did the highway connect the east and west regions of the country, it had once saved the economies of the villages along it.
In the 19th century, Route 66 had just been a bunch of different roads for horse carriages.
In 1926, the American government’s investment had connected the roads together after decades of labor.
During this period, it had become the "Silk Road" of the Western World.
This engineering had created tens of thousands of jobs during a tough time in America, and construction on the road became a lifeline for the workers in nearby towns.
Many legends had spawned from this road. Hans told them to Li Du for the entire two-hour road trip, and time passed quickly. When Hans was about to stop talking, the city districts of Kingman had appeared.
Li Du looked out the window. The place felt like an ancient town to him.
Route 66 had penetrated the town and become an arterial road. Several rustic motels and gas stations were on both sides of the road, along with a multitude of antique buildings; Li Du guessed that they were possibly built in the 19th century.
He pointed them out to Hans, who replied with a laugh, "You’re correct. They are leftovers from the 19th century, national treasures now."
Amongst the old buildings, there was a museum, which was the Historic Route 66 Museum.
Li Du was exclaimed in amazement, "This highway is really popular. There’s even a museum for it."
Hans said lazily, "Of course, didn’t I’d just introduce it to you on the road?"
There were free parking lots in front of the museum, and Godzilla decided to park there. There were motels and restaurants around. Even the storage company whose auction they were going to attend was nearby.
Since they had parked here, Li Du went to purchase a ticket to tour the museum.
Since the last time he had been with Sophie, hearing her talk about the states outside of Arizona had changed Li’s work attitude.
Due to the nature of the storage auction business, treasure hunters had to travel all over America. Li Du wanted to learn more about the nation’s geography and culture while he was treasure hunting.
He was considering that perhaps, in the future, he could have a road trip around the western regions of America, or even the whole of America.
Although the museum was mainly about the highway, there were still quite a number of exhibitions.
Once he entered, he saw a bunch of manuscripts in a showcase.
"This is the manuscript of ‘The Grapes of Wrath,’ by John Steinbeck," Hans introduced. "It was written in 1939, which he was then awarded the Pulitzer Prize for.
"The nickname of Route 66 also originated from it. Steinbeck was the first to call it ‘The Mother Road.’ Everyone started using this nickname after him."
Besides literary manuscripts, there was also a musical manuscript. It was a piece of work from Jazz composer, Bobby Troupe.
While driving down Route 66 to California, this composer wrote one of the most famous songs of his life, "Get Your Kicks On Route 66."
Through another famous singer, Nat King Cole, the song became an instant hit, and brought Troupe to the height of his career.
Besides literature and music, there were also other things relating to the highway in the museum.
CBS Station had once aired a television series called "Route 66," from 1960 to 1964. A television in the museum was replaying this series.
There were also some documentaries on Route 66. These could be recorded by visitors as long as they had a ticket, which was one of the ways for the museum to attract visitors.
Li Du burned some of the documentaries into some discs.
Before attending the auction, there would be lots of free time. Watching these documentaries would be a good way to pass the time.
"Where will we be staying?" Li Du asked as he packed up the discs.
Hans pointed to the south and said, "Neon Motel. If you want to properly experience the West, then you have to stay there."
The motel had outrageous neon lights on display; the whole motel was decorated with them. Although it didn’t look like much in the day, once night fell, it was an unimaginable sight.
However, the building itself was fairly aged. The renovation style seemed to be of the last century: rough, simple and practical, like the homes of cowboys from the West.
After Hans made the payment, they had lunch in the motel.
"The food’s pretty good, buddy. Neon Motel has been in operation for a century. They have been hiring cooks and waiters from the countryside since they opened, which has preserved the original flavor of the West."
As he listened to Hans’s explanations, Li Du flipped open the menu, and started laughing.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

In the conference room of Dow Technology, the president and ministerial-level high-level table discussed the important issues that the company has to make decisions. 
"the next topic is about the transformation of the company's network.Last week, one of the company's servers was hacked, and it was initially judged that it was done by insiders, and the network department made a temporary strategic intervention, but this is not a long-term solution. The network department proposed to transform and upgrade the company's network.
 I've also come up with a plan, so let's talk about it today. " The vice president presided over the meeting, and with that, he stood up and opened the door of the conference room and shouted, "Manager Zhao!" 
Zhao Bing, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, came in and greeted the cadres present with a smile. 
"Manager Zhao, please introduce your plan." When the vice president came back and sat down, he raised his hand and signaled that Zhao Bing was ready to begin. 
Zhao Bing stepped forward, took out the flash drive and plugged it into the computer connected to the projector. After pulling up the documents, a big title appeared on the screen of the conference room: the network transformation plan of Avenue Science and Technology Company. 
"for a biotech company like us, all the leaders here know more about the importance of information security than I do, so I won't say much about it!" Zhao Bing looked around the leader and was disdainful from the bottom of his heart. if these people really understand security, where are they going to make money? he smiled. "I'll mainly introduce the design idea of this network transformation plan." 
" 
"at present, the most mainstream information security standard in the world is issued by ISO. Of course, there are other standards, such as IECC, ITUU, and our domestic CCSSA. This time, our network transformation plan is designed based on the ISO information security standard, and my goal is to pass the verification of the ISO information security system! " As soon as Zhao Bing came up, he threw out a lot of foreign words and drew a big cake, "if we can pass the verification of ISO's information security system, it will be of great benefit to our company." The first is the company's network security, which will be on a formal and sustainable path in the future. 
ISO's information security system standard covers all aspects of the network, including not only hardware and software, but also applications on the desktop, which will make our network more secure, more standardized and institutionalized, and measures more targeted and more convenient. Secondly, we can enhance the image and strength of our company. At present, there are not many domestic enterprises that have passed this standard. If our main road can pass the verification, we will gain a very advantageous position in the future business competition, because our information security can be trusted. " 
Zhao Bing's appetite for several senior cadres immediately became interested in this network transformation. 
"Let's introduce the case in detail." Zhao Bing clicked on the PPT presentation, which was full of pictures and text, with text, pictures, data, and lines. He had prepared something for a long time. He was able to make these executives understand that it was also very deceptive at the same time, and even the shrewd people would be fooled if they were mixed with some very professional terms. 
Zhao Bing introduced to the executives one by one. While sneaking a peek at them halfway through their faces. Zhao Bing knew he had succeeded. Although the expressions on the faces of the chief executives are still pretending to be reserved. There's a lot of mystery. But they asked a few questions. Has betrayed their mind to decide. 
"in the past, our intranet communication verification was one-way.The means are simple. Once hacked and verified. He is allowed to pass through the entire intranet. It's dangerous! So. In the transformation of the new land. I designed three verification methods. They are interactive, parallel and reverse respectively. " Zhao Bing pointed to the three headlines on the curtain. "now I would like to introduce them to you one by one. The first is interactive. " 
 Zhao Bing said. He tapped the keyboard with the stick in his hand. The presentation turned to the next page. He doesn't look either. He said directly, "you are now seeing this picture." It is an interactive simple interpretation diagram. When our employees want to access computers that don't belong to us. The principle of its verification is like this. " 
Zhao Bing said here. Stopped. Because he suddenly felt that the CEOs were not looking at the curtain behind him. They are glaring at themselves collectively. Two of them looked embarrassed and weird. Zhao Bing wondered. Turn around and look at the curtain. He suddenly turned pale. Interactive diagrams designed by myself. How did it become a zodiac map. It's still a 69. 
"out of. There's something wrong. Let's talk about the next one. Parallel! " . Zhao Bing was sweating on his forehead. Quickly hit the keyboard again. Switched to parallel. Who knows it's even worse. The picture of the Spring Palace is still on the curtain. And it's a double enclave. 
Zhao Bing's hands began to tremble. Turn to the next page. He almost rolled his eyes and fainted. The reverse style has also become a back-to-back style. The performance is still the famous orchid. 
"this is outrageous!" President of Avenue Technology. She is an old woman in her fifties. I can't help it anymore. He stood up as soon as he patted the table. "get out of here!" he said. 
The madness of Zhao Bing. 
Then suddenly stopped beating, when the leg was weak, almost fell, he quickly slipped out.
"take your mess with you!" The president was furious, "even yourself, get off the road!" 
Zhao Bing turned back and pulled out the flash drive, holding his ass and leaving the conference room with a dusty face. 
The vice president sitting over there looked embarrassed and said, "is this kid crazy, or does he think that these people don't understand high technology?" the picture found here is quite appropriate and vivid. Interactive is equal to 69, parallel is equal to double flight, and reverse is equal to back entry. It can connect the things in this bed with high technology, and it also makes people understand what's going on at a glance. It's really ingenious. But you boy at least pay attention to the influence, just show it to me in private, this is good, make everyone embarrassed. 
The vice president stood up and tentatively asked the old woman, "then let's move on to the next topic.".? " 
When Zhao Bing went out of the door, he was unlucky and muttered in his heart that the picture he had made had changed inexplicably. Last night, when he had done it, he saved it into a U disk and then brought it directly to the company to demonstrate. Apart from himself, no one has touched this USB disk in the middle, and it is impossible to have a chance to tamper with it, but how can it change as soon as it is said to change? 
It seems that the Avenue Company can't stay any longer, but Zhao Bing is not worried about this. He has abundant capital and technology in his account. If he doesn't stay here, he has his own place to stay. It's just that he was in a mess and wanted to break his head, but he didn't understand how the picture had changed. There was no problem with all the links, but the picture changed. The only explanation was that some high-level people had hacked into his own computer. But why didn't he notice it at all, and the other side seemed to pinch this point too accurately? 
From proofreading the manuscript to saving it on a flash drive, there is only less than a minute in between. Does it mean that he has been monitoring himself for a long time? 
Zhao Bing shook his head, impossible, once or twice he may not be able to find out, but it is impossible not to be aware of this situation, the machine at home is very safe, and multi-users are not allowed to log in, unless the other party is planting Trojans for themselves. otherwise, it is impossible to do this, but as long as it is a Trojan horse, it will reflect abnormal ah! 
"is there. Ghosts? " Zhao Bing's face turned white, and he knew best what he had done. When he was in a state of confusion, he hurriedly went back to the office to pack up his things and get ready to go. 
The vice president went to the office with a look of anger, and he persuaded the president to agree to the network reform. as a result, the old woman's anger was all spurted on him, and he embarrassed himself everywhere at the meeting. 
"Damn it, menopause, old extinction!" The vice president scolded and poured two mouthfuls of tea into it, calming the depression in his heart. 
After shaking the computer twice, the screen slowly brightened, and he saw a new email in the mailbox from an old woman. "Damn it, after criticizing Laozi, he arranged a job for Laozi, and he wanted to play with me to death." 
The vice president was angry and did not order. He leaned against the back of his chair and pinched his forehead. The old woman has always been cruel. This time she touched this bad luck, and it will be hard for her to endure in the future. 
Just thinking, the phone on the table rang. As soon as he picked up the phone and gave a "hello", there came the voice of an old woman, "have you seen the letter I transferred to you?" 
"just. I'm watching! " The vice president hurriedly went to order the letter again, which was to force himself to jump off the building without taking a breath. when he clicked on it, the vice president opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time. 
"it is simply an asshole and lawlessness. This matter must be severely punished and investigated to the end!" The old woman shouted angrily and hung up the phone. 
The vice president hurriedly began to move. Damn it, this dead Zhao Bing dared to join hands with outsiders to harm his own company. I said, how come the network has to be upgraded back and forth all the year round, and he has bought millions of equipment? it turns out this kid is carrying money into his own pocket. The letter transferred by the president turned out to be a screenshot of Zhao Bing chatting with the "network bodyguard". 
"Security Section?" The vice president immediately contacted the personnel, "do not let Zhao Bing leave the company, and control him as soon as you see him!" Send me two more men! " 
After hanging up the phone of the Security Section, the vice president began to call the police again. Although Zhao Bing made a fool of himself this time and the network transformation plan failed, the old woman's meaning was very clear, that is, to turn over the old debts and check the past. 
The people from the security department showed up at the door of the vice president's office in less than a minute. The vice president called the police, took the guard, and angrily went to the network department. Who would have thought that when he arrived, the network department was already surrounded by people. Inside, it clicked and clicked. 
"are you all crazy?" Through the crowd, you can still hear the roar of Zhao Bing inside.

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An Yilun is also very upset.

    As a heavy otaku and dolphins, he is not like other otaku, and he is at home during the holidays.

    In fact, today he shoved his vacation odd jobs, from Akihabara to Ueno Station, almost stood up for a morning.

    Listening to a Chinese woman explaining to the crowd in English, An Yilun also had a good grade in the school, but he understood it well. The Chinese restaurant in front of it opened its doors at 6 pm!

    "The guys are all pears..." He

    lowered his head and pushed the black frame, even though he was emotionally clumsy like him, his eyes showed an irritating color.

    "Are you there?" He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.

    Dudu. There was a reply immediately. "Sorry, I just finished a fellow manuscript and I am taking the tram."

    Hey!

    Long sighed, An Yilun also took the blond double horsetail "green childhood" is really no way.

    In fact, there were very few exchanges between the two people seven years ago. From elementary school, junior high school, to Fengshouqi High School, they met in the school, as if they were strangers, and they nodded each other at the most.

    However, the relationship between the two has been recovering in a good direction. Five years ago, they began to greet each other with short two or three sentences, and began to borrow animation and games from each other before high school. An Yilun also felt sorry for losing a sincere housemate, so he is trying to save.

    It is also strange to say that it is also the "green childhood" of the deep house. Last night, he suddenly contacted him by mail. He made a whim and asked him to go to the old shopping street of Ueno Station to eat Chinese cuisine.

    An Yilun is not clear, so I remember to hang on to the odd jobs. I intended to refuse. However, in the near future, a gradually formed game plan made him unable to reject the invitation of the "green childhood."

    After all, among the same-age people he knows, the blond double-tailed girl is a powerful painter, and the other has another hidden identity. The famous painter of the 18-forbidden manga is famous for his delicate style. The circle is called 'Bai Muyingli' by the Azhai.

    Game planning requires a painter. An Yilun also eagerly wanted to reconcile the relationship between the two, so he pushed off the odd jobs of the day and took the tram from home early. Who knows how to dry this morning!

    Looking up, An Yilun also found that the crowd was scattered seven and eighty-eight, and with him, only six people chose to wait.

    The three people are young girls who are companionship, full of youth, probably the first grade of junior high school to high school.

    The other two are young couples who wear masks and mysterious secrets.

    The big Chinese sister, who is very beautiful, continues to greet the guests in English and greets them in the store.

    call.

    Entering the store, An Yilun was also surprised to find that the environment is quite elegant, different from the Japanese style, full of Chinese classical atmosphere. He found a position to sit alone.

    After the young couple sat down, they carefully observed them and took off their masks. An Yilun also glanced at the past, faintly feeling that the couple was a little familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. He often visits Nicolico, but he is interested in animation and games. He rarely goes to the dance area and music area. Otherwise, Ren Xue and Shui Gujun are definitely recognized.

    As for the three girls...

    An Yilun also played his own observation ability. Two of the girls were excited to chat after entering the store, but one was always buried low, and the good face was written with awkwardness. disturbed.

    Not to mention the guests in the store, Xia Yu washed it out, it was blocked by Mu Xiaoyue.

    "Do you have any plans to run this store?" Mu Xiaoyue grinds.

    She knew the cooking shop from Xia Yukou. At present, he is the only one who is taking care of him. He is also the manager and the chef. The only relatives have returned to China in a hurry. Mu Xiaoyue expressed his concern from the heart. Because her stomach was captured.

    "What do you say?" Xia Yu was speechless.

    "Then what is your service attitude!" Mu Xiaoyue annoyed, "IGO restaurant rating assessment, service is also a key scoring project... Do you want the restaurant to stop forever on a star?"

    "How is it possible ?" ! " "

    then you do not go out, a good entertaining guests? "Mu Satsuki a stare.

    Xia Yu did not care about Mu Xiaoyue's gesture of taking the lead, but instead had a warm flow in his heart.

    The manager and the chef should do what they should do, entertain the guests, and give them to the waiter. However, the store has no hiring staff for the time being. Xia Yu's head looked slightly at the young lady in front of her, and she smiled and said: "I plan to hire you and Anya sister with a dish!"

    "Ha?" Mu Xiaoyue was shocked.

    Did not give Mu Xiaoyue a chance to worry, Xia Yu followed: "It was the last kind of light-colored cuisine, but it was not a magical Mapo tofu, but another vegetarian dish."

    No matter what the reason, I saw a sudden arrival today. A large wave of guests, Xia Yu knows the system's [first appeared] task, completed within two days.

    The mission required him to entertain 30 guests in seven days and received praise from the guests. In other words, it is the cuisine that must satisfy the guests.

    Therefore, the blue recipe of "Fried Qingjiang Cuisine" rewarded by this task is not the thing in the bag?

    When Mu Xiaoyue heard it, he suddenly showed his eyes.

    "But we have returned to China in a few days, and the flights are all booked..." Mu Xiaoyue had a reluctant tone.

    "It doesn't matter, first help me get the job done. I hire one or two waiters as soon as possible. You can tour in Tokyo during the day, don't affect it. Come on time at 6 o'clock in the evening and get off work at 12 o'clock." Xia Yu smiled, hands Inserted in the trouser pocket, "How about, the light-colored dishes are the treasures of my vision. If you open a VIP dining area in the future, you should have a dish of 100,000 yen."

    "No problem!" Xiaoyue nodded and thought about it. At the same time, my heart was full of excitement and expectation. The 100,000 yen plate of Zhen cuisine, the old lady made a big profit!

    Mu Xiaoyue, who had once had a magical Ma Po tofu, felt that the price was very reasonable.

    "Well, let's make tea for the waiting guests first."

    Xia Yu called Mu Xiaoyue and let her enter the kitchen with herself.

    Mu Xiaoyue noticed that he was in an old antique water tank, smashed the water with two metal pots and put them on the gas stove to cook.

    "Don't you use pure water or tap water?" She blinked.

    Japanese tap water, also called waterway water, is a direct drinking level. Some large attractions and supermarkets also offer free chilled tap water, which is a good service.

    "The water of tea is very particular. Although the water in Japan is drinking level, it is far worse than some spring water, at least in tea."

    Xia Yu answered without waiting, waiting, The two pots of water were boiled. He opened the pot and let the water vapor escape. He took out the tea set from the cupboard and greeted Mu Xiaoyue to clean it together.

    The Japanese mainly drink green tea, so he took a bag of green tea and the temperature in the pot dropped to 70-80 °C. This water temperature is best for sencha, and boiling water will destroy the taste of green tea.

    Mu Xiaoyue looked quietly and saw his old way of making tea. He couldn't help but feel depressed.

    Tea art!

    How do you understand this kid? People are really mad at themselves than people.

Waking up in the world of MHA (My Hero Academia).
But it is not like those fan-fic that I read in which the MC is the same age as the protagonist.

He is 3 years older than Midoriya Izuku.
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"Shit, I don't know who sent me here but at least because you didn't give me Izuku's age"

"And why I keep hearing a damn sound in my head"
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Well this is my first fan-fic I hope you like it

The treaty of bringing together the worlds of
BHNA --- boku no hero academia
SNS --- shokugueki no soma
Kenichi the most powerful disciple
As the story progresses I will try to integrate more.

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