This is a collection of modern poems written for contemporary literature of 21st century.  These are non metrical and non traditional and based on self expression.  Readers are not limited to interpretation of the author.

After my make-up was down, I was taken to the dressing room.

They gave me my costume and I changed into it in the room.

While dressing, I though about the movie a bit.
It was a literature movie, or y'know a movie based on a book!

I heard from some of my old friends that these movies tend to get rewards~

Well, done day-dreaming.

The ML the is at the set and I get in my assigned position. The MFL (Movies Female Lead) was struggling to overcome the many old scholars, saying her views were horrid.

They threatened to blacklist her from their board of scholars and Calligraphers.

MFL was disheartened until her teacher came and promised.

"No matter the downfalls, bumps, and defeats. I will always stand with you."

This line made the MFL overcome everyone and never gave up. Until she became one of the worlds most renowned people.

Of course the teacher died before this happened.
After saying the line the MFL and teacher talked a bit more.

Afterwards, they both went to the teachers residence for further ideas and such.

I managed to finish the scene in a few takes.
I messed up a bit for the first one by stumbling on my words. 

Second was that I stepped on my costume.

Luckily on my third attempt I was able to do everything correctly.

I was taken to remove my costume and return to my original clothes. Then the make-up artist removed all of the make-up.

After she was done I was waiting near the place I originally sat. Hearing footsteps I look up to see ML looking at me.

"Hm, you did well. I will let her know, so she can give you your rewards." ML paused to answer some questions of the crew and looked back at me.

"You may leave." 

"Ah, thank you!" I bowed slightly and went out. 

After remembering where I parked my car, I ran over, checking the time as well.

Since my scene was one of the firsts they did, it was still light out. But ah~ School was over and I need to rush over there.

I hit the gas! Well I was responsible actually. I just always wanted to say that. Anyways, I drove to Lil Sis's school and could see her waiting.

"Sis! Did the job go well?" She asked as she got in the car.

"Yep! Let's eat a whole cake ok!" I excitedly said as I grabbed her bag.

"Woah! Really!" She looked at me with wide eyes, "Yep!" I answer right back.

We go to a cake shop and buy a circular triple chocolate cake!

Lil Sis carefully held it as I drove to our little home. I grabbed our bags and opened the door for her.

Locked the car and now it's time to eat!

*Around 10-30 Minutes Later*

Yummy! The cake was truly scrumptious! 

With both of us combined we ate around of the cake! Since we were full and all we decided to have a few fruits and call it a dinner.

I washed the dishes again, while Lil Sis went to brush her teeth. I also brushed my teeth after I was finished and Lil Sis was in her pjs.

I got an email saying to report for work tomorrow as well! I finally have a stable job! I'm so happy~

*Night Time*

The house was quiet, only silent breathes could be heard. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

"Hey, darling, woke up so early?" Down was awakened by the closing voice, and he saw Kate Winslet in a rose-red low-cut pajamas, holding a copy in his hands. The files came over.

    Kate frowned. "Town, we're friends, call me Kate."

    "Well, Kate, what's in your hand?" Tang yawned and stretched, and was a little crazy last night.

    There was a smile on Kate's face. "It was a fax and a newspaper from the maid. Fox Pictures delivered it early in the morning."

    "Oh?" Tang En showed some interest, "How much is the box office ahead of time?"

    "615

    Ten thousand U.S. dollars. " " Ah? So little? "Tang En was a little hesitated, which is not far from the tens of millions in advance box office.

    Kate said, "It's not

    enough ? It's just better than Jurassic Park ..." "Okay Kate!" Down was a little displeased. "I said," Jurassic Park "is nothing like my movie. Forget it, you do n't understand, do n't worry, just wait and see the box office slowly. "

    Kate poked her lips and was not annoyed. The movie starring in her will be successful at first sight, and she is happy," Want to read the newspaper? All newspapers are well received! "

    Tang En laughed." Come on, Kate, do you think Fox Film, the badly rated newspaper, will send someone? Okay, you read it, I listen. "

    Kate Jiaoqiao Rolled her eyes, she likes this comfortable and relaxed atmosphere with Down, "said the column of the Los Angeles Times film critic Kenneth Turan, who said that this movie is a love film beyond the times . "

" Before that, "Lolita" and "Before Sunrise", the love themes expressed in those films were gentle and hazy. Only the film "Titanic", men and women The protagonist boldly shows love, chases, kisses, and expresses love freely. "

"The love shown in the film has no wealth gap, no status gap, the pursuit of love at first sight, and the desire to burn instantly. This is the universal view of love that is universal across the world. I believe that with the advent of the" Titanic "movie, Hollywood Love movies will change in a big direction. "

    Tang En laughed:" This guy's vision is so accurate, let him be right, in the future Hollywood love movies, it must be based on me! "

    " Cheeky ! "

    Kate angry cry, continue to read," this is a film critic Andrew O'Hair on "Watson Washington Post", he said, "Taitannike number" two film adhering to the belief that business on the left, Love is on the right. Love and disaster are the two main themes of the film, but cruel disasters become so small in the face of great love. This is a fairy tale about love, courage, faith and sacrifice, which will definitely move the whole the tears of the world. " "

    so short? " "

    no, I would pick a short, you hear their up? " "

    listen! you continue! "

    Kate chuckle laugh, read a little newspaper, and suddenly eyes Bright, revealing a surprise, surprised expression, "Mr. think Joe Morgenstern also made a film critic!"

    "Joe Morgenstern? Who?" Dunn never heard of this man.

    Kate glanced at him with a contemptuous glance, "You do n't know, one of the greatest film critics from the 1960s to the 1980s! Did you know that there were many independent films at the time, as long as he could get a word of praise from him, You can enter the theater to show it! "

    " So powerful? "Tang En knew that film critics had a great say in Hollywood over the past few decades." What did he say? "

    Kate cleared her throat." Hollywood has a short history From silent to sound, from black and white to color, Hollywood has promoted the development of film art. This is by no means the accomplishment of one or two people, but depends on the joint efforts of a large number of entrepreneurs, inventors, producers, directors and actors. Work hard. "

    Tang En cheered up at the beginning.

    This style is so high!

    "In the past films, literature and art were subtle, and business was so aggressive that it was difficult to reach an ideal meeting point. This is why many film critics sneered at today's Hollywood movies. After the 1990s, the commercialization of Hollywood movies gradually rose. And also produced a series of box office blockbusters, such as "The Rock", "Battle of the Earth" and so on.

 If you take a closer look, I always feel shocked and inadequate. " " If Hollywood continues to follow this momentum, So Hollywood, which leads the global film trend, is bound to exist in name. Until last night I watched the "Titanic" produced by James Cameron and directed by Don Walker, and finally opened.

 


    "Commercial and art are by no means co-existing! Special effects and huge sums of money must not change the core of the film. There are advanced computer technology to create magnificent scenes. This is something that cannot be imagined in the past few decades, but today Achieved, but Hollywood cannot be developed singly. Diversity, tolerance, and seeking common ground while reserving differences are Hollywood's laws of survival.

    "" Titanic is a sign. I cannot confirm how much the final movie box office will be, but I can be sure of the special effects and blockbusters. The era has come. It is just hoped that the filmmakers can keep a clear head and not be controlled by capital to make works that really conform to the Hollywood concept. "

 


    "I am grateful to James Cameron and Donn Walker, but also Steve Spielberg and George Lucas, who have led a new era for Hollywood, and I have a hope in the past, though has been in the past, but the spirit of Hollywood, you need to heritage. inevitable effects of age, but if such a film "Taitannike number", enough for every person who loves Hollywood movies deeply respect. "

    see Dunn silent, Kate whispered He called, "Tang En? Are you okay?"

    Tang En shuddered and shook his head with a bitter smile.

    There is no doubt that this older generation of film critics has deep feelings for movies and for Hollywood, for fear that Hollywood movies will take a visual, superficial path.

    But in the future ... isn't that the world of popcorn movies?

    The general trend is irreversible, or the power of capital is too strong.

    "Capital!"

    Tang En narrowed his eyes, and he understood a rationale.

    Everyone says that Hollywood's pattern cannot be changed. The six major film companies divide the world, but is this really the case?

    Even the spirit of Hollywood can be eroded step by step by powerful capital, not to mention the film companies controlled by capital?

    Tang En laughed, the ideal may not be out of reach!

    ...

    Tom Rothman, the president of Fox Pictures, was in a bad mood. He seriously miscalculated the power of Titanic.

    The assistant has just come to report. "Titanic" has become the most sensational movie in major movie theaters in the United States. Not only is it difficult to get a ticket, the booking phone has even confirmed the movie tickets for the next two or three days.

    Such a situation did not occur that year.

    "Jurassic Park"!

    Steve Spielberg's film that year caused a worldwide sensation, and the current "Titanic" is like a replica of the year.

    "A lengthy and boring disaster movie, why is it so popular?" Tom Rothman slaps the table angrily, his eyes rolled a few times, "No! Never let Bill McNick come back to life!" "

    If the film" Titanic "is successful, then the unique vision and keen judgment of Bill McNick will inevitably illuminate a real Fox film industry, so that it will be appreciated by the senior management of the group headquarters. At that time, it will be difficult He stepped down.

 


    It's just that Spielberg's "Jurassic Park 2" will be released in another month. With Luc Besson's "Fifth Element", it is impossible to counter the power of "Titanic".

    "Maybe ... it's time for a wave of scandals." As a senior member of Fox Pictures, Tom Rothman naturally cannot lead the film that persecuted the company, but as a person on the tip of the Hollywood pyramid, who has few connections?

    "Henry, do me a favor ..."

    Tom Roseman called his personal phone.

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

`` translated chinese novel``

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

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

I can read even with this problem

The guard had a mission order with him he handed to Moa. With the regulatory header, it was written that he had to send a mission order to Moa. So the guard handed another paper, as regulatory as precedent, where Moa could read that he had to go to the third floor, section E, in the movie theater.
This hall, pompously named cinema hall, was a large room inside the building. It occupied a significant part of section E on the third floor.
At the time of its construction, the cultural center did not have a cinema hall. The architect was not a film buff and a movie theater was not an easy place to build. A cinema hall required good three-dimensional projection capacity to arrive at final plans which would make the space usable and also required to follow a whole bunch of standards the architect did not want to bother with.
Also, section E of the third floor was occupied by a library. The architect had thought on the great scale and he hoped to create vocations for adolescents exposed to masterpieces of literature. In addition, he ended up running out of ideas as to how to occupy the spaces in the building so the room was disproportionate.
In use, everyone realized that the space was too large to house the few dozen books graciously offered by kind souls who had preferred to make room on their shelves in this way than by a traditional auto-da-fé.
The teenagers did not frequent the library and they seemed much more interested in the seventh art than they were in the literature. It was at least what emerged from a poll carried out on order of the politicians on a panel representative of young people not having the right to vote because it was not bad to get a taste of the spirit of the times of the new generations who would end up voting in the future.
Based on this work, the rehabilitation of the library into a movie theater had been decided.
Then the rehabilitation could not lead to the perfect screening room: the seats were not arranged in level because otherwise, after a few rows, they would have touched the ceiling, the screen was a sheet remained almost white despite many traces of unknown origins stretched stapled on the wall and the projection material, which had been acquired during a garage sale, only accepted super-eight films, limiting the distribution of modern works.
Among the teenagers attending the cultural center, there were not many movie buffs who loved classics and memories of holidays from strangers the age of their grandparents.
Finally, the cinema had never found its audience but it undoubtedly remained the most voluminous room in the building, thus offering the most important air reserve to accept the presence of Moa within the same four walls without being inconvenienced by too much promiscuity.
Moa did not know that this choice owed nothing to chance. The other officers had spent several minutes debating the meeting place. Even if he knew, that wouldn't have changed anything, he had received an order again and that order led him to the movie theater. On the sixth floor, he would not have to descend to the first floor to go up to the eighth floor; he would only have to stop on the third, which shortened the journey somewhat.
He knew, however, that something was wrong.
It was not the small evil voice of Audacity in his head, the voice that made him ignore his propriety and commit acts he should not. Neither was it a little angelic voice of Killjoy, the one that advised him to always respect his conscience and explained every time that if it had to give him reminders, it was for his own good.
Moa frequently encountered voices. In the Middle-Ages, it would have earned him the stake but times had changed. Today, it was considered natural to be harassed by its internal debates, even the psychiatric hospitals had so decided.
We had to take whatever worked out for us, leave out the remarks that didn't make sense. When we used to, we no longer lingered on these voices, considering them as a part of ourselves. A presence that was even beneficial because they could lead a conversation in a moment of solitude.
This voice, namely, was an inner voice he did not hear often. Usually, it did not express, this voice was stingy with its words. So when it appeared, it would directly call to mind. Here, it was telling him: think a little, you do not realize that there is something fishy going on; if you go up now, there is a high probability you not know how you come back down.
This voice, Moa called it Doubt. It had a schizophrenic personality, a mixture of survival instinct, analytical ability and a spirit of contradiction, more or less well balanced, depending of the day. The speech of this voice was often a bit chaotic but it had already saved his life in the past.
Moa had a small voice he called Curiosity. It had somewhat childish voice and had an overwhelming need to learn, to try new things. It often came and asked Moa to go and check various things. 
In the region Moa originated from, there were festivals at the end of the years. They corresponded to the old pagan festivals of the winter solstice the different religions had taken up on their own to drum up business by making cock-and-bull stories. These festivals were said to be of the nativity, even if no one knew who had the misfortune to be born at a time of the year when survival was more difficult for a newborn and in addition had his birthday coinciding with the festival when it was customary to offer gifts to children.
This is not the story, what mattered was the decorum accompanying these festivities. At a remote time while the peasants were in search of cultivable grounds, great campaigns of deforestation had been carried out. Not knowing what to do with coniferous species because the outlet in the building was insufficient and this kind of wood crackled in the chimneys when it burned, one or some of the woodcutters had the idea of establishing a new tradition: everyone would keep a fir-tree in their living room which they would decorate as they wished to brighten the atmosphere in the middle of winter and gifts for children would be placed underneath.
The decision had been made like that, on the corner of a table following a meal heavily boozed and another tradition was born after drinking the digestive, a big guy would come to bring the gifts, like that if they did not reach the children's expectations, it was no longer the parents who had to face the criticism.
The big guy could have knocked on the door but a legend needed fantasy to prevail so it was decided that he had to go through the chimney flue.
Some parents were alarmed at the promotion of night visits by a perfect stranger, while children slept quietly, which might give ideas to men of faith.
Finally, after verification made by the insurance companies which hoped to be able to invoice a new risk against theft to increase their insurance premiums, an adult even anorexic could not pass by a chimney flue.
Insurers had increased their premiums, parents had accepted the idea, children had not been surveyed, religions had proclaimed the authorship of the idea; like this a tradition was born.
So as the winter solstice approached, Moa's parents did like everyone else and placed a fir-tree in their living room, while the child patiently waited for the big guy to bring his gifts.
A few days before the fateful date, he had seen a film presenting the scene and Curiosity had appeared, wondering the same thing as the insurance companies of years earlier, how did he do when it was so difficult to push even a very ripe pear through the neck of a bottle of liquor?
Moa was happy to help curiosity so he directly went to garden shed. Seeing him transporting a ladder towards the front of the house, his father, Enthy, was delighted that his son discovered a sudden passion for DIY. His mother, Arkisée, was more distraught than happy.
She asked her son to explain what he wanted to do because the roof had just been repaired a few months before and Moa had to obey to his mother's panic orders and he threats of reprisals. He told her his story. His mother had stopped him in time and explained to him that there were snakes in the chimney flue so that he wouldn't on approach.
The question bothered Curiosity for years but each time, Moa approached a ladder, he was reminded by his mother about the snakes.
He had waited for years to have an opportunity to answer the question. It was during his year at the training camp. With winter, the temperature inside the barracks was dropping each day and their management had installed a wood stove. Curiosity wanted Moa to check and answer its lasting question. The barracks were brand new, the wood stove had been installed for only a few weeks and the surrounding ecosystem was unfavorable to the proliferation of snakes.
Finally, Doubt planted the idea in his head: his ear to the word, explaining that there was no fir-tree in the barracks and indeed, real fir-trees, not those in plastic, had become consumer products very hard to find with the war that had already been going on for a few months at that time.
Moa had to agree with Doubt and he vilified Curiosity. If he had followed it, he would have been stuck with one foot in the chimney flue. Maybe the grace was not a life-saving one because Moa was not foolish enough to try the experiment while the stove was on. However, it had at least saved him from being found on the roof of the building in an embarrassing situation.
So when Doubt spoke, Moa listened to it.
And to think about it was not normal for him to be summoned him like this.
His advices had no interest in regard to strategic decision. They would have been a prerequisite if the meeting had been between simple soldiers as Moa would have been the most senior, but for a briefing involving only his own senior officers, those did not need his intervention and even if they did, they would not have asked.
Besides, he was not welcome. As dense as he was when it came to understanding allusions, when those allusions became first degree speech, he eventually understood.
So the question that bothered him was: what did they want with him?
Patience, it was not the name he gave to one of his inner voices, would give him the answer but Curiosity got involved, annoying him with its "I-want-to-know" repeated ad lib.
On the way to the fourth floor, Curiosity was joined by Doubt again. It was verbose today, sign of the incongruousness of the situation. The best hypothesis Doubt could come with, because all the time it was thinking, something had to do the job in this messy brain, was that there must have been a problem with the story Moa had told them. Doubt expertise was contradiction and a medical diagnosis could depend of the specialty of a doctor, so it thought the others had found a contradictory element, an inconsistency in the construction of the narrative appeared, maybe led by the misuse of a technical term, an adjective poorly matched in gender and number, or they had simply realized that the story was a continuation of nonsense.
With his memory, Moa reiterated the story he had told a few minutes earlier, to the great displeasure of Curiosity who preferred the new to the old. The advantage of a narrative that unfolded in thought was that it was not limited by the speed of speech and therefore it went faster. The downside was that it was very difficult to put things into perspective.
When asked if Moa had told the truth, the answer was more complex and less Manichean than a simple yes or no. The truth was the story based on the interpretation that the brain made of reality. It depended on many factors: from the point of view, the state of knowledge at a given time, how the brain was blocking the holes to make the situation believable. All of these meant that there was an inherent difference in their definitions between reality and truth. So if a truth had some arrangements in relation to a reality, it was not something that Moa could be blamed for. There were as many truths as many people saying it. When the truth was entrusted to men, the arrangements became part of it and what ultimately differentiated it from a fantasy was the intensity of the arrangements.
It was without having found an answer to satisfy Curiosity's thirst for knowledge that Moa finally arrived on the third floor, in front of the entrance to the cinema hall.
The movie theater was not a place where people went frequently. On the one hand, the room was large but the comfort was Spartan, on the other hand the super-eight projector did not work anymore.
If the adolescents of the time of the cultural center were not amateurs of old movies, certain officers had tried to set up a club to project their old movies of holidays, birthday celebrations or the amateur productions of a parent acted as an experimental film director when a camera was put into his hands. If the artistic character was neither mastered nor obvious, it was sometimes the pride of a family that was symbolized in a shivering traveling camera movement from the top of a cliff on the coast.
The fact remained that no one was able to operate the equipment and it had been declared that it had broken down. As on the one hand the repairers of this kind of material had long been retired if they were still alive, and on the other hand the army was not there to satisfy the expensive hobbies of the officers, the projector had never been repaired. Some even thought that it had never worked, as an old projector found at a good price during a garage sale, it would not have been the first time that an unfortunate was scammed to buy a defective electrical appliance without warranty.
At the entrance, a camping table and a chair served as a desk. On the table was a metal box acting as a cash register, broken for a long time, it was empty.
There was no one to stand guard; just an old popcorn machine right next to it. There was no indication whether it worked or not. Corn kernels could be kept for a long time, but only under controlled temperature and humidity conditions. It was not a good idea to try, the levels of aflatoxin an analysis would reveal might produce a cancer faster than an irradiation after a nuclear disaster.
Moa put his ear against the front door to try to find out a little ahead of time what was going on in the room.
However, there was no sound. Libraries, the primary purpose of the space behind the door, had specific security standards so that people inside could not run away when they noticed that they had inadvertently entered a library. The door was lockable from the inside and reinforced so that only someone really strong and desperate could push it in. It had a significant soundproofing so that the cries of people wanting to go out did not disturb those outside.
Moa couldn't hear anything. Curiosity was as impatient as always while Doubt was as fearful as when it faced a situation there was not enough information about.

Imagine a world where roller shutters is the promising area publicized by royalty. Imagine a world where Mikado and trunk throwing are the king-sports, moving and electrifying crowds. Imagine a world where beautiful mechanics are revered. Imagine a world where a butterfly wing-flap may or may not cause a downpour on the other side of the world. Imagine a world where the fundamental freedom is to wipe your backside with fleece triple-ply toilet paper in pure fir-wood.
Well, as perfect as it can be, this world is at war.
After several years of conflict, Moa, a non-commissioned officer, got up that morning to go to report...

"Would this really work?" Xu Guoqing quizzed, very hesitant, the risk in investing in emerging markets was great!
"Of course!" Jiang Cheng replied full of self-confidence, "Trust me, the success of [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] is by no means accidental, it proves that this kind of literature is indeed desired by people. Where there is a demand there is a market and profit to be made. This market is a big piece of cake that no one has taken a bite of. Whoever takes the first step will get the biggest slice! "
"How would it work?"
"To deal with online literature, webnovels you could call them, we would naturally start online first. We would need to first establish a website dedicated to the collection of such literature and organise them into genres.
And at first we will allow people to read free of charge but after publishing enough novels and attracting a large number of authors and readers, we will pick out the best works, contact their authors and request to sign them exclusively to our site. At which time, we can begin charging and make it pay to read per chapter. However, the fee can't be too high, so we can only charge about ten cent for each chapter."
"Ah? Can we really make money like this?"
"Of course we can, as long as we have a large enough reader base. And if the novel has a good reception, we can even publish physical copies of it. If we manage to secure and pull this off, it will be an endless supply chain and we will never have to worry about money again."
Xu Guoqing swallowed and asked, "Is there another part to your plan?"
"Yes! In addition to the online novels, we can also develop in entertainment, fashion, sports, etc. We can develop new websites and magazines dedicated to each field! Since entering the new century, the entertainment industry has developed rapidly, especially movies and music. Now it has become an industry that cannot be ignored. More and more people are concerned about entertainment trends and stars, especially young people nowadays. This can no longer be regarded as simply star chasing. They have formed a culture around it. So, this is an aspect we need to focus on, so we don't get left behind."
"So, that's why you want to be an actor?" Jiang Dejun suddenly inserted from the side.
"That's only one aspect," Jiang Cheng laughed and continued. "Movies and TV dramas play a huge role in public opinion and are more easily accepted by the masses. Just look at the United States. The reason why the United States is renowned as the world's strongest country, is apart from their economic strength and military strength, they have the worlds biggest media and entertainment hub. Which allows them to spread their influence and culture all over the world."
"Hollywood!" Jiang Dejun and Xu Guoqing said in unison.
"That's right. Hollywood!" Jiang Cheng said seriously. "They output a large number of films and television works to the world every year. In addition to making them billions, it acts as a microphone for the United States to spread its ideology and increase its influence. They hold a great amount of power and sway over global public opinion and naturally that allows them a great say. No one can compete with the United States in that respect."
"This is cultural aggression!" Jiang Dejun said angrily.
Jiang Cheng sighed and rolled his eyes mentally:
"In the next few years, the government will be vigorously supporting major domestic media firms, in hopes of increasing its influence internationally. So, an entertainment section should be top priority."
The two nodded in agreement.
"The next thing is fashion. In fact, this is the most important thing not to slack on, because fashion includes clothing, food, housing, and transportation, it contains almost every aspect of our lives. When this is done, it will not only increase our visibility, but also attract advertisers. As for sports, similar to entertainment, China is now about to become a sports power. If the Olympic bid is successful, this area will also develop vigorously in the future."
"So, you see, there are still many things that Southern Weekly can do. Online literature for the publication side and for the news side, entertainment, fashion, and sports can be done.
As for reporting on current affairs and academia, they don't have to be completely abandoned per say, but just make sure to steer clear of anything controversial or divisive and report more on things people can resonate with. Avoid talking about the military and controversial technology like it's the plague and the future development of Southern Weekly will still be bright."
Xu Guoqing was almost dizzy, this kid's vision was too big! Building multiple websites, creating a network of information and running various magazines on entertainment, fashion, sports, etc. This undertaking was too big!
But Xu Guoqing thought over it carefully and found that every point Jiang Cheng said made sense. If  his plan could be carried out Southern Weekly would definitely take off and become a major media firm in the future!
But the most important issue now was one word: money!
Southern Weekly was short of money and could only maintain its normal operation. He simply couldn't afford to do so many things.
Jiang Cheng read Xu Guoqing's concern and smiled: "Uncle Xu, I know your biggest worry now is that currently Southern Weekly is short of money, but you seem to have forgotten that there is a big gold mine right in front of you!"
Xu Guoqing thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "You mean [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]? Are you that confident in yourself?"
Jiang Cheng smirked and replied:  "I always have confidence in myself!"
Xu Guoqing took a deep breath, and gave out a sigh:
What a great kid, he figured out all the issues with Southern Weekly and knowing that I'm concerned about a way out for Southern Weekly, he threw out such a huge blueprint and stirred my appetite. Listing out all these opportunities before bringing it full circle and forcing me to make a decision. A small trick but effective!
Jiang Dejun was also surprised. Jiang Cheng talked so much about what 'they' could do to revive Southern Weekly. Only to return to pressuring Xu Guoqing to agree to his share plan. The kid really grew up!
Xu Guoqing smiled bitterly: "Boy, you've really backed your Uncle Xu into a corner. It seems my only option is to agree to your deal. But as a future shareholder of Southern Weekly, you should help increase profits right, hahaha."
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly: "Actually, my bottom line is as low as 10% of the book sales on [Stories About The Ming Dynasty], I don't mind sacrificing some money...that is in exchange for shares obviously. What do you say, Uncle Xu?"
"Hahaha, you want more shares, no chance."
Xu Guoqing couldn't help laughing as he turned to Jiang Dejun: "Old Jiang, you've truly raised a good son!"
Jiang Dejun also smiled, his smile was full of pride and relief.

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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"Keeley, you need to take the casserole out," Aaron reminded her, shaking her out of her research-related thoughts.
She scrambled for the oven mitts and pulled it out right before the cheese would have started to burn. Getting lost in Genetics Land wasn't a good idea when she was supposed to be focusing on something else.
"Sorry," Keeley said sheepishly. "I was thinking about a possible new research topic."
Aaron smiled. He knew how much she had been struggling to come up with something new. "Oh? Do tell."
"After dinner. Will you go get Violet for me?"
He nodded and marched upstairs to let her know the food was ready. Keeley sang one of her favorite songs as she set the table and served up slices of casserole for her family. She was in an excellent mood now that she might have a straw to grasp at in her research.
Violet ate quickly, thanked her mother, and disappeared to her room immediately afterwards. She was still clearly embarrassed about earlier. Poor thing.
Keeley and Aaron took their time eating and then retired to the couch where she outlined her possible plans for him. He listened intently, as he always did, even though the technical terms were still a bit confusing to him.
After being married to a geneticist for so long he knew a lot of the lingo but wasn't as fluent as his wife. She had to frequently stop and explain terms whenever she talked science to him.
Aaron didn't mind one bit. He loved seeing her eyes light up when she talked about her passion. Even if he was confused, he did his best to keep up with the conversation so he could ask relevant questions and keep it going.
"I know it might seem a bit silly," she said when she finished her explanation. "I really would need to check the literature to see if it's even possible. I don't keep up with the reproductive side of genetics as much since I've been stuck on gene therapy for so long."
"It's still worth looking into. I haven't seen the movie you mentioned though," he admitted. "Is it any good?"
"Yeah, it's one of my favorites! I can't believe I've never shown it to you. Want to watch it now?"
Keeley's eagerness was impossible to resist so Aaron found himself watching an ancient science fiction movie with his wife. The concept was intriguing but even after so many years watching movies for her sake he still wasn't ever as into them as she was.
He watched movies with his wife and children because they wanted him to and usually it wasn't too much of a chore but he wasn't the type to choose to watch a movie on his own. This one wasn't nearly as bad as some his children had made him watch over the years. It was actually pretty decent.
Halfway through the movie, his phone buzzed with a text from Gray. He groaned. It was time for another of their awkward brotherly dinners.
With how gung-ho Keeley seemed about this new research idea, Aaron was willing to bet she would work overtime tomorrow and wouldn't be able to come out to eat with them. He would survive, as he always had with those solo prison visits, but it wouldn't be pleasant.
Aaron texted him back saying he could go the day after tomorrow because he already had plans. Violet definitely trumped Gray in terms of people he would rather spend time with and he had already promised to take her house hunting.
"Who was that?" Keeley asked, not bothering to tear her eyes from the screen.
"Gray. He wants to go to dinner tomorrow but I told him I couldn't because I'm taking Violet to look at those apartments."
She finally turned to look at him. "Oh. Do you want me to come with you?"
Yes but Aaron also knew that if she did come she wouldn't even be any help because her mind would be miles away in the lab. It was better that she got her literature research done so she wouldn't obsess over it anymore.
"No, you can go ahead and focus on your literature review. I know you'll be busy with it until it's finished," he replied.
Keeley kissed him with a soft, loving look in her eyes. "You know me too well. But let me know if you change your mind."
That gentle gaze was worth going to deal with his least favorite person alone. Aaron snuggled closer to his wife and tried to pay attention to the movie. He needed to be able to at least summarize it once it was over so he could converse with her about it.
===
House hunting with Violet was an interesting experience. Aaron had never gone with somebody to pick out a property before, having always done it by himself. He thought the first two were fine but she always found something wrong with them.
Violet liked the third but thought it didn't have enough space. How was four bedrooms not enough space for a single person? He supposed she was thinking in the long-term but still. How many children did she intend to have?
The fourth didn't have a big enough terrace for a fire pit, grill, and table/chairs. The fifth fit all of her specifications but she didn't like the way it was painted.
Aaron was getting slightly exasperated. Her mother had never been this picky about things! He tried his best to keep his frustration out of his voice and speak as patiently as possible. Making her feel guilty for wasting his time wouldn't do.
"Vi, I can hire a painter. If there's something you don't like about any of these places I can get someone to fix it for you. But you need to make a choice first, alright?" he urged gently.
She crossed her arms over her chest and walked around the apartment one more time. It was a penthouse in a building about twelve blocks from the Hales' place. It had two floors with a terrace on each, six bedrooms, and an entertainment room.
The building itself had many of the same amenities their building did, including a convenience store inside it. This place seemed perfect. So why wouldn't she pick it already?
Buying his apartment had been so much easier. He went to the most highly rated real estate agency in Manhattan, gave his specifications, and liked the first one they recommended. No fuss at all.
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Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot.  [No, she did not win the lottery!]  At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. 

She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over  backward to fit into his world.

One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign.  A divorce paper...

"She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility."

That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath.

Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story.  Not!]

For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self.  A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband.

Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs.

Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her?  Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more...

Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story.

Joshua did not give his show too much explanation because letting Sir Weissenasche watch it himself was the best way to explain it. Therefore, Joshua opened his suitcase straightaway and pulled out the master tape of "Beauty and the Demon". He then looked for a flat wall in the room and started to show it.
When the movie ended, Joshua felt that it was time to talk to Sir Weissenasche about formally screening the film in his theater.
Yet, Sir Weissenasche had apparently not recomposed himself yet.
"Uhh... I... I'm sorry... Sir."
Sir Weissenasche held a handkerchief as he repeatedly wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, his makeup now ruined by his tears.
The rather effeminate portly man looked even more effeminate now...
Joshua had only seen people moved to tears after watching the ending, but Sir Weissenasche had already burst into tears during the middle part of the movie, where the demon prince saved Belle as she was surrounded by wolves.
Were the emotions of those in the field of art and literature so rich? Sir Weissenasche was literally bathing in tears right then.
"He had a demonic appearance but a really beautiful soul. Throwing away his life so that his beloved could live on happily, that... that is true love without regrets."
Sir Weissenasche wiped his tears as he waxed lyrical at the true content of the story, stunning Joshua with a thousand-word-long summary of his thoughts.
Joshua soon realized that there was a reason why this aristocrat was able to become the owner of the theater.
As a director himself, Joshua's main theme was "do not judge a person based on his appearance", yet Sir Weissenasche had many more thoughts about it than Joshua ever had after he finished the movie.
What was a movie review? That was it!
Sir Weissenasche spent a good few minutes recovering from the glum atmosphere he had created.
"Sir... this performance... it is totally unheard of. It's like a new world has been presented to me. If I may, can you tell me the name of this... performance?"
Sir Weissenasche could not understand what the principles behind the moving pictures were. When he watched the movie, it was as if he was a bystander watching something unfold in another world.
Every scene was real, and there were no props on a stage set. Even the viewing angles were not as far as that of the distance from a stage play audience to the stage.
Sir Weissenasche also could not help but reach out to touch the moving furniture in the movie a couple of times.
The magical experience was something Sir Weissenasche could never imagine in his whole life.
"It's a movie."
The word Joshua used was "movie", which was a brand new term for Sir Weissenasche.
"A movie... movie... It is as you've said, it will create a brand new era."
Sir Weissenasche repeated what Joshua said in a whisper, and he now clearly understood the meaning of Joshua's words from earlier.
A movie was definitely far superior to a stage play in terms of narration and performance of a story's script.
A movie could completely bring the audience into the story... and was unlike a stage play, which required setups and costume as well as curtain changes during intermissions. The most important thing was that film would allow performance arts to completely bid the stage farewell!
"Beauty and the Demon" brought Sir Weissenasche to several places, from a quiet village to a snow-covered forest and a spooky, yet warm castle.
In addition to his admiration and amazement at the movie, Sir Weissenasche also felt a touch of sadness.
The reason was that the beginning of a new era would mean the end of the previous one, and the appearance of movies heralded the decline of stage plays, and just like Sir Weissenasche's theater, it would one day be forgotten no matter how glorious it was in the past.
However, that sadness was very quickly swept away by the appearance of "Beauty and the Demon".
"Sir, do you really plan to... show this movie in my theater?"
Sir Weissenasche knew that the moment the movie was released, it would enter the annals of this world's history!
"I don't think the Norland National Theater would receive me so grandly."
Joshua raised the cup of hot black tea in his hand and took a sip. As a true blue programmer, he liked coffee more than tea, but his favorite drinks were green tea and cola.
He had no idea if this world had anything like coffee beans.
"You're right! Those people at that theater are a bunch of unscrupulous scammers... merchants who do not understand what art is all about!"
Sir Weissenasche was furious at the thought of his theater troupes being poached by the Norland National Theater.
Nonetheless, he swiftly recomposed himself. Even the most prolific of artists would still need to depend on money to survive, and the continuous losses of the theater made Sir Weissenasche extremely aware of this point. Hence, he knew that future talks were not going to be between artists but businessmen.
"Sir... showing this movie here... I will take full responsibility for the arrangements, including the promotion and publicity works. As for the proceeds from the ticket sales, does 70-30 work for you?"
If Sir Weissenasche had not really been short on money to the point of not being able to pay his employees, he would have asked Joshua to take a hundred percent of the proceeds as long as the movie could be played in his theater.
"Not a problem."
Compared with movie releases back on Earth, the box office after the movie's release would see the cinemas take a cut first, and the film studios would only get to see the earnings after they paid the various promotional costs and taxes. So, Sir Weissenasche's proposal was definitely very good.
Not to mention, Joshua literally did not invest a single dime in the creation of his movie, so everything was net profit.
"In that case, please wait for a moment and allow me to pen a contract. Also, Sir, you may wish to go to the Patent Registrar to gain the copyrights to this movie and the patent rights for the technology used."
Norland was a country that honored the spirit of the contract, and at the very least, Norland's laws were already quite comprehensive, where even things like "lawsuits" had taken shape.
"Yes, I will do so. But before that, I'd like to see the environment of this theater."
The size of the theater was large enough, and its interior decor was luxurious, but these were all prepared for a stage play. The venue itself may have very well been prepared only for a stage play too.
There was still a certain difference between a cinema and a theater. Before the movie was released, Joshua would need to temporarily transform the theater into a cinema.
"Of course, please follow me."
Sir Weissenasche stood up and personally brought Joshua on a tour of the theater.
The moment he pushed the door open, Joshua saw Ciri and Hyrlan who had been waiting for him outside for nearly two hours.
The attendant had found a table and two chairs just for them. There were black tea and snacks on the table, and it seemed like the two sisters had enjoyed a sumptuous afternoon tea... as well as hundred-plus rounds of Pong.


A group of dragons binging on a Game of Thrones marathon day and night.
Elven druids are crying fountains of tears to the story of Hachiko. 
Humans and dwarves trashing a pub just for a legendary Hearthstone card.
Even the gods have descended from the heavens to rush the publication of “Sherlock Holmes”.
Last but not the least, the archdruids setting up an online auction house business with the gnomes and dwarves as the cultural invasion from Earth descends upon this other world!

"Mam, where would you like to go..?" Asked Lilly 's driver. The driver felt both happy and sad that the young lady has become her old self again. She has lost her appetite and has become a puppet again. But this was much better than how she had been for the past few months. He felt it unbearable to see her at that time when she was heavily down with sorrow. But now, she has become that emotionless bundle of flesh and blood again.
"College.. Just turn off those awful songs, please.. " Lilly now hated songs... she hated movies and there were certain times when she even hated paintings. She fully focussed on studies which has caught a sudden hold on her. She took literature, and now she preferred to immerse herself into an imaginary world now and then, just in case she forgot to breath. She looked at the birds that was chirping relentlessly without minding to halt.
Mrs Mathew was surprised when Lilly told her that she wanted to take literature... She thought if Lilly really wanted to engage herself in something, it would be painting... Because Lilly has inherited one of the most aweful talent of her husband that she hated. She spent hours and hours painting since she was a child. But she never finished a painting, shown any of them to Mrs Mathew as far as she knew. This time Lilly was adamant that she wanted to go to college, even though her mother insisted to do some course at home. Mrs Mathew did not find it worth to argue with her daughter with her precious time, so she finally agreed to Lilly's plead.
"Mam... We are here... Mam?? Miss Mathew??" There was no reply from the back seat.
'She is surely not in sleep.' The driver thought and immediately got out of the car and opened the back door.
"Mam!!" The driver was shocked to find Lilly unconscious.
He immediately sat back on the driver's seat and drove at full speed towards the nearest hospital...
She dialled Mrs Mathew's number, but as he had expected, there was no response... So he texted, "Mrs Mathew, your daughter fell unconscious in the car. I have taken her to the City Hospital.. Please do come as soon as possible..."
The driver took her to the emergency.
....
David was shocked and did not know what to do for a moment. There in front of him drenched in blood, lay the girl he loves He lifted Dona's hand which had a deep cut wound and a knife was lying on the ground which was smeared with fresh blood...
He put his ears close to her chest.. Yes.. Her heart is still beating... David suddenly felt relieved.. He tied his handkerchief tightly over her wound which was oozing blood as if it was an opened tap. He scooped her in his arms and rushed towards his car. He sped at a heavy speed with the wind gushing through the open window. He could see her thick hairs falling on her face, obstructing her beauty to his teary eyes...
"Wait for a little while more Dona... We'll reach the hospital soon... Please don't die..." David's sob was evident in his words. He knew she could not hear him, but he wished she would... He wanted her... He can't let her die...
As he placed her in a stretcher, her blood drenched hand fell, still dripping blood...
The red wet hands felt a sudden life rushing through it as it momentarily touched a warm hand... Bella!!?
Dona wished she could hold that hand for a while.. But she had no strength.. She was traveling to a different world and was momentarily shaken to reality.. she went back to that dreamy unrealistic world, wishing never to wake up again.


Isabella Lawrence, a deaf and mute girl born with misfortunes right from her birth.. A bad omen.. that's what everyone called her..lost her parents on the day of her birth and ended up living with her aunt who hates her..
Her life takes a U turn when a rich and rude young man enters her life making her life more miserable.. But sending in her a shiver of love...
And how does Bella solve her father's mystery..!!
Let's walk into Bella's world...a mixture of adventure .. hatred and a silent love..❤

It was a long time before Chi actually pulled herself away from the Internet.  She could not give an exact period of time, but based on the dates from all the fan fiction she was reading, Chi had been immersed with her Internet cheat for over six hundred years.  It was a dream come true for her.

She had finally finished off her Netflix queues for the next five life times.  Asia had finally beaten the West in creating quality television with a Wuxia drama based on a popular web novel which nearly dominated the entire world, beating out 'Game of Thrones.'  Several classic movies were rebooted which include 'Gone with the Wind', 'Giant', 'Casablanca', and the 'Twilight' series.  The last one was changed to a television series that was surprisingly good.  Several of the episodes had story lines of the past for the vampires.  

In the news, the war on terror was over and then it came back in waves.  There were serveral instances where a world war would erupt, but luckily it still has not happen.  That is most likely due to the fact that just about every major power had nuclear weapons on hand.  This got all the hippies in the world to congregate and made themselves super annoying to the governments of the world.  Unlike back in the seventies, the hippies of the present future have social media, abilities to hack governments, and money.   

Power to the children of the Internet.

As for Lillian, Chi was happy to learn that her friend lived a happy and fulfilling life.  She had three children with the prince which included one son and twin girls.  She become queen at the age of forty-seven when the old king finally abocated the throne to her husband.  After Chi's death, Lillian created a school of arts and dedicated it to her dead friend.  The school flourished and several future stars in acting, music, and even literature became alumni.

Chi watched the movie was the based on her and Lillian's life before Lillian became royalty.  The actress who played her was annoyingly too pretty; too bad they did not have a scene of her death.  For some reason, Chi felt it would make her feel better.

However, right now, Chi needed a break.  For the past six hundred or so years, she had been sitting in the chair and barely moved from it.  A normal human body would, of course, not last past a hundred years much less six hundred.  It would also not last sitting in one position for weeks straight without moving from one position.  For Chi, mortal laws on human bodies did not apply to her.  Her improved body did not suffer from muscle atrophy, pressure sores, or any other aliment that comes from lack of movement.  In fact, the only thing she suffered from was some symptoms of heartburn or indigestion that came in sporadic times. 

When that happens, Chi simply drank or eat the water and peaches that were provided to her by the magical library.  However as of late, it was taking her a great deal longer to deal with the symptoms.  Chi remembered the last time she suffered from heartburn like discomfort, she had to drink almost twenty jugs of water and a hundred cups of her peach infused water to make it go away. She did not mind so much as the relief that came always made Chi feel better - in fact she always felt like a whole new person.

Turning on a playlist of classic Disney music, she started to take a stroll.  In her past life, Chi had gone to the local library every weekend as a child.  The tiny library was a treat for her until she got older.  When Lillian became famous enough that they would travel around the United States; Chi would find a little time to just visit some of the most famous libraries and stroll around.  Sometimes, she could get lucky and there would be an exhibit going on - the last time she visited a library there was an exhibit of Broadway costumes.

However this library was nothing but shelves and shelves of reading materials.  Other than the small clearing consisting of chair and table, it was a sea of books.  With her steps being in time of the music, Chi casually tapped the books on the left with her index finger.  The feel of the bindings was smooth with a slight texture of weaving.  The smell of aged bamboo, paper, and leather permeated through the air and was quite pleasant to the nose.  There was no dust to cover the gleam of the wood or the tops of the books.  

There was no writing on the binds of the books that could give a clue on the contents they contain.  After a walking past a few shelves, Chi picked out a thick book and started to flip the pages.  She paused at first sight before closing it.  Blinking a few times, she rubbed her eyes before opening it again.  

Well, it appears she was not mistaken.  

Staring at the pages, Chi blinked rapidly as the writing on the pages started to expand and contract.  It started slow before it began to speed up to the point that Chi could swear would cause most people to go into seizures.  In fact, Chi could feel pressure mounting from her forehead.  The pressure grew to the point that she was afraid her head would explode.  Oddly enough, there was no pain, but that alarmed her even more.

She began to do the Spirit Qi Flow exercise and found it quite ineffective.  Panic should set in by now, however Chi only started to wonder if she should head-butt herself with the thick tome into unconsciousness.  Maybe she would survive getting her head blown off - after all, Chi had survived when her head got chopped off.

Just as the pressure reached its peak, it began to slowly release itself like air from a balloon.  Chi sighed in relief as the idea of her head exploding was now out of the running.  As soon as the pressure was gone, Chi looked down at the open book in her hand.  It took her a moment, but Chi saw that she was able to read the writing on the pages.

"The meat of a Volcanic Boar should be processed carefully before use.  In most cases, one should be using a blade made from Ice Obsidian and cut against the grain..."

It was at that moment when Disney's 'Peter Pan' song called 'You Can Fly' started to chime in her ears.  As weird as that was, Chi felt to be a celebratory mood that she switched the music to Quincy Jones' 'Soul Bossa Nova' and started to dance.  Unlike before, her body was actually moving gracefully and it was executing moves that Chi would never had pulled off in her previous life.  However, since there was no mirror, she could not see but only could feel that her body felt lighter and easier to control.

She played the song on repeat for some time before switching it to a playlist of New Age music.  It was time to see what this magical library contain.

***   

A loud crack pierced into Chi's ears and she looked up from a scroll that contained a technique called the Thunder Wind Fist to pinpoint where the sound came from.  It sounded like it came from the center of the library - where the table and chair were.

Chi had long given up in keeping track of time when she started to read the contents of the magical library.  Apparently her brain had been fed with ADHD drugs and she found herself concentrating on the materials at hand.  No matter how odd or how boring the books seems, Chi was able to read them and actually understand what was written in them.  It also appears that her brain could also do perfect recall now.

Banzai to the person who gave her this new life! 

Chi was pretty sure that she has read all the books and scrolls in the library to the north side of the center.  She had actually reached a wall but could not see an exit.  The north side of the library contain subjects of cultivation techniques and martial arts.  All of it was interesting but Chi soon learned that reading about it did not mean she could perform such marital arts.

In web novels, there were main characters who could perform techniques after one or two tries.  When Chi tried to copy the moves, she felt completely awkward.  It was not until a few more books later, that she realized that most of the martial arts she had learned required a certain type of cultivation technique to go along with it.  Since she had only learned one simple cultivation technique, Chi was unable to perform the marital arts to their full potential.

She did try to learn another cultivation technique, but Chi found that it required more concentration than what she was willing to part with since it was difficult to use her Internet cheat along with the new technique.  A real hero would have given up such frivolous things like music, videos, and web novels; Chi is not a real hero and she rather have her Internet cheat over performing martial arts.  If she wanted martial arts, there are plenty of movies and dramas with actors and stunt doubles who can performed them better.  

Giving a quick scan of the scroll so that she could remember it again, Chi carefully put it away before rushing towards the center.   Her steps were light and barely touched the ground.  Once in a while, she gave a great leap into the air that covered nearly a hundred book shelves before she landed.  She remember the first time she tried leaping in the air and had crashed head first into the ground.  Amazing enough, it did not hurt, but it took her a long time to learn how to land on her feet.  

With the amount of times she landed on her head, butt, belly, and back; Chi was pretty sure that she had died at least a thousand times over.  Luckily, she had not crashed into the shelves.  She would have hated to pick and organized everything.

Thank you, Magical Library.

As she grew closer, Chi began to notice a faint fruity aroma.  It grew stronger and she soon began to smell the the undertone of alcohol.  Instead of it being coiling like most wines and spirits she knew, it was soothing and it made the fruity aroma change to a more flora tone scent.  

By the time she arrived to the center, Chi could now recognized the smell to be peach wine and she was feeling tipsy from the smell alone.  Looking around the center, she could identify where the smell came from - the stone jar.  

Chi had actually forgotten about the stone jar.  However, now she cannot ignored it.  The wax seal had broken and the small broken parts were falling off it,  Rubbing her ears, Chi briefly wondered how broken wax could sound so loud.  Approaching the jar, she carefully wiped away as much of the wax away from the jar before opening the lid.  

A powerful aroma slammed her face and Chi slammed it closed.  In her previous life, Chi could not handle alcohol well.  A third of a cocktail was enough to get her tipsy.  A glass of wine was okay if she had a full meal before hand, and her own cocktails mostly consists of a splash of alcohol in a cup of juice.

However based on the smell alone, this peach wine seemed to be potent stuff.  Chi cursed whatever asshole had left it in the magical library in the first place.  Who the hell leaves alcohol in library?  The answer quickly came to her and she rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the question.  Only super rich assholes have alcohol in a library.

The important question Chi should be asking herself is what should she do with this jar of wine?  If she leaves it alone, the wine was going to oxidizes and turn itself into vinager or worse.  Chi did not like the idea of having to deal with the smell for the rest of this eternity.  Worse, there was not a sink or bathroom in this place that she could dispose the wine in.  

There was only one option - Chi was going to have to drink it up.  Hopefully the jar did not have the magic like the jug of water or the peaches.  She shudder at the thought that she could have to drink wine for the rest of her life.

Opening the jar again, Chi looked inside of the jar while holding her breath.  The inside of the jar was a beautiful jade green liquid.  It was nothing like all other green liquors that she had seen before.  Dipping a finger into the wine, Chi licked a drop and blinked in surprised.  Despite the heavy aroma, the wine itself was quite light in taste.  There was no heavily alcohol taste but a sweet flavor of white peaches with a slight mineral undertone.  

Taking the bamboo cup, she slowly poured a small amount before replacing the lid to the jar.  Swirling the contents of the cup, Chi admire the green wine before taking a small sip.  The sip of wine was exquisite.  She could barely taste the alcohol - no the alcohol seemed to make the sweetness of the white peaches to mature and evolve.  The new taste reminded Chi of the first time when she tasted malt sugar.  It opened her eyes to the different types of sugar besides white and brown.

She slowly finished what was left in the cup and waited for a few minutes.  Taking an internal review of herself, Chi decided that she could handle this wine if she took her time about it.  A good wine like this deserve to be apperciated as long as possible.  Sitting down on the chair with the jar on her lap, Chi leaned back until the chair was standing on two legs, her feet on the table, and accessed her Internet cheat for something to read.

Maybe it was time to read the classics - starting with 'War and Peace.'

***

Opening her eyes, Chi blinked up in surprise because she was sure that she did not fall asleep.  She was pretty sure that she did not need to sleep.  Looking around, she deduced that she had fallen off the chair since she was on the floor.  While she seemed to be in one piece, the wine jar had broken into pieces.

"Shit - I hope I don't have to pay for that."

"Considering that it was originally placed here without Our permission, the culprit will have to suffer in disappointment."

Shock froze her brain at hearing a voice for the first time in forever.  With a quick move, she was up and staring at a tall Asian man looking down at her in amusement.  He was quite good looking - he reminded her of that tall Korean-American actor who did a voice acting bit for a popular animation movie back in the early 2010s.

It was the nose.  This man's nose is top quality.  Chi could easily believe that all the men and women of the world would pay millions to have that nose.

Taking her eye off the nose, she noticed the clothing the man was wearing.  Despite the simple hairstyle, the hairpins were top quality in gold and jade.  The outer robe he was wearing was pure gold and cream brocade with a pattern embroidered to it.  Simple, elegant, and clean shaven - this was a man who could stand on top of the world.

A man wearing the seal of the Emperor of Heavens on his clothes.

The faint memory of her last day in her old world slowly emerge and Chi gulped before slowly and gracefully kneeled to the ground and bowed her head.

"Am I in the presence of the great Emperor of Heaven, father to the Seventh Imperial Prince Feng Kai?"

The man who Chi now knew was the Emperor simple chuckled before moving the pieces of jar away from his person with his foot.  

"Indeed, We are.  Tell Us, was the wine quite good?"

That was a weird question but Chi answered.

"Quite good, I believed it aged over a thousand years before I had to drink it.  The wax that sealed the jar had broken and I felt it was necessary to not let the wine go to waste."

"You speak quite oddly.  Pity there is no more left.  This pleases Us well enough.  If the Great Sage is unable to taste this miracle wine, then We will accept the loss."

Wait a minute, was the Emperor going to put all the blame on her when this Great Sage starts to bitch about their missing wine?  Shit, she had let her guard down.  What was the use of reading web novels when she does not pay attention to the parts with tricky emperors?   Chi really was not main character material here.

"My apologies, your imperial majesty.  It has been quite some time since I have talked with another person.  My dialect is that from my previous home before I was killed and sent to this library."

Her reply must have amused the Emperor greatly since he raised one eye brow in disbelief before shaking his head.  

"We shall pardon you.  However this place you call a library is incorrect.  This place is the Forbidden Wing of the Heavenly Palace.  No one should be able to access this room without Our orders or authority."

Suddenly, Chi felt like she went from the frying pan and into the fire

Whiny maid bitches, she was coming for them.

When Chi died in the mortal 21st century world, she ultimately finds herself in the Heavenly Spiritual World thanks to the youngest prince of the Emperor of Heaven.  

She is to be the personal attendant of the young prince which causes way too many young maids to be jealous.

Thus they shut her up into a forbidden room and it automatically sealed itself up.  

Luckily for Chi, the room happens to be the secret Palace library in which she explored and skimmed the books before finding an amazing spell which allows her mind to connect with the Internet from her previous life.  With that, she spent several centuries exploring the Internet, streaming videos, reading fiction, and listening to music while cultivating with the most basic of lessons. 

By the time someone releases her, Chi discovers that her power level matches to that of the Emperor himself!  Luckily, she is still considered to be the youngest prince's personal attendant so the two spend many happy centuries as master and servant.  

Unfortunately, Chi ends up spoiling her young prince with spiritually rich meals, competent work, and the ability to make connections with benefits.  Thus she gets no vacation time.  

When the young prince gets incarnated into a mortal being as is the rite of passage for young deities, he cheats his way into remembering his old life and calls on Chi to help him deal with his mortal life.

Having no choice, she pops down to the mortal world whenever her master calls upon her for the most basic of orders.  Cooking foods that fits his tastes, drawing out spirit rich baths, cleaning his clothes, and helping him escape from persist young ladies.  

However, when her master orders her to incarnate into a mortal to become a maid for a mortal girl he fancies; Chi refuses.  No way in Hell would she be a mortal again - especially in a world where there has been barely any change in evolution or technology for the past several millenia.

Furious that his loyal personal attendant refusing his order with good reason, the prince manages to find a way to get her into the mortal world - transmigration.

Therefore, Chi is forced to be transmigrated into the mortal world.

At least she still has her power level, her fatty armor, her Cauldren of Broken, and several other items from home.  If Chi was going to suffer being in the mortal world, she was going to suffer in style.  

As the personal attendant of a Heavenly Imperial Prince, Chi might as well help out with his love life.

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