Right before she could turn her head, she was roughly slammed against the wall by a hand on her throat. It felt as if she had just gotten the air knocked out of her as she continuously coughed.

A shiver ran down her back as she felt the Hot breath of a person blow against her right ear. Her muscles tightened as her eyes tried to figure out who the person was in front of her but to her dismay, the room was too dark.

She froze in shock and horror once she heard the smooth and deep voice of a man next to her ear.

"You have two options. Either you get out of my house or you die right here right now"

A world.
A place.
A fantasy that explains what might actually happen in the future. A war. Deaths. 
One girl.
One man.
An entire mystery.
What happens in the end?

Scarlet fidgeted in her chair as Debbie flipped through the printed manuscript. For a ten-year-old with no prior writing experience, the story was quite well written. It strangely reminded her of an old animated movie[1] that she personally found to be quite adorable.
Scarlet had a rather pure imagination and it was a pleasure to read it despite the grammatical issues here and there. The girl must have read many books for she was using many phrases she picked up that seemed a little too cliched for a piece of original work. If it was a school assignment to be graded, Debbie would not have hesitated to give her an A+ and send her home with a lollipop. Unfortunately, the girl wanted to be a professional writer. That meant that being good simply wasn't enough.
The tutor-governess looked up from the script and observed the puny creature before her and adjusted her glasses. Scarlet looked very nervous and even a little afraid. This took the ex-lawyer back to her teenage years when she was nothing more than a snotty brat who was only embarking on her journey to fame and freedom as an author. After many turns and tumbles, Debbie came to understand that the path of writing was more than fame and riches. It was difficult for one person to continuously seek out new experiences and inspiration to bring to the world authentic ideas without having everything sound almost exactly the same. As such, Debbie decided to leave her writing days behind as a memory that blazed with passion. The fire in her author heart was then channelled to become fertiliser for those who had grander ideas than hers. Debbie decided to become an editor for that very purpose.
"Hello Scarlet, I've heard a little about you from Mr Wilde. Won't you tell me more about yourself? I'm a little curious. Why would such a young girl like yourself be interested in such a boring hobby? Most kids your age would be more interested in sports or art or music... Some would prefer making friends and having fun instead of being cooped up in a room in front of a computer with additional self-imposed assignments to do. I don't know many children who would use the computer other than for assignment researching and gaming. You're the first child I know who wants to be a writer..."
The blogger blinked and looked at her hands. It was true. Most children would prefer doing other things. Even Alex preferred holding a paintbrush to a pen if she had a choice. Jasper was far more interested in the software applications on the computer than games, but Scarlet was only interested in the word document whenever she touched a laptop. Perhaps in the eyes of an adult, she was weird for having such a boring hobby.
"I just like reading and writing helps me get some of the things I couldn't say off my chest. I don't know who I can tell or talk to, but I just wish that someone in this big world can pick it up and read what I have to say. I'm not very good at communication..."
The editor put the script down and looked at the girl with seriousness. No wonder Wilmer was so worried about her. "Is there something you'd like to talk about then? I can listen to what you have to say..." she offered.
The feeling of having nobody to talk to about problems can really eat away at one's happiness. For a girl as young and as intelligent as Scarlet, this must be a really heavy burden to bear alone. Debbie didn't know what happened to Scarlet for her to be so guarded, but she heard bits and pieces of Scarlet's background from the CEO. The governess could only imagine what was going through this sweet child's mind while it all happened.
Scarlet made no attempt to say more and had her eyes downcast the whole time as if she was afraid of making eye contact. Debbie took the cue and didn't push any further. Instead, she changed her approach.
Scarlet was tense when Debbie reached for her bag. She didn't know what her tutor wanted when she took out a new notebook that had never been used before. The governess didn't say much as she pushed it across the table to Scarlet.
"I need time to read through the story you've written but I don't want you to be idle. This is going to be our secret communication diary, I hope you can take good care of it. I have approximately about another hour or so today so while I am reading through your manuscript, I would like you to decorate the journal and write the very first entry inside."
Scarlet took the notebook and looked at it. The book was a very common and relatively cheap kind that can be bought at any bookstore. There were single lined pages on the inside and it wasn't very thick, so Scarlet could easily carry it around in her school bag. The blogger vaguely remembered using notebooks like this back when she was in Keyman International for penmanship classes. Her teacher used to call it a Jotter Book. But the one Debbie passed her looked slightly nicer. It had a blank cover page made out of recycled pulp and had a lovely rough texture to the brown colour. It was clearly a product made by a company that believed in recycling. That gave Scarlet an inspiration and she asked permission to leave the room in search of decoration materials.
While Debbie appeared neutral on the surface, she was internally ecstatic about Scarlet's willingness to participate in the communication book. The tutor nodded and Scarlet hopped off her chair to find Claire. The penthouse might not have the materials she needed, but that shouldn't be a problem. Alex was quite the artist, so she could borrow the glue and colouring supplies she needed later.
"Claire," Scarlet knocked on the door to the kitchen. The maid was busy preparing ingredients for dinner when she heard a soft voice from the doorway.
"Hello Scarlet, how can I assist you?" the head maid quickly put away the carrots for the chef who was coming in ten minutes. It was rare for Scarlet to request anything from her so the head maid was slightly curious.
"Can I go downstairs for a little? I'll be back. This is for my classwork now with Ms Connor."
Claire was a little surprised. What kind of classwork would require Scarlet to go downstairs? 
"Why do you need to go downstairs? What kind of classwork has Ms Connor given you?"
Scarlet blushed a little and played with the end of her long side braid. "It's something I wanted to do, it's not really necessary. If it's too troublesome then I'll find another way to get it done. I'm sorry for disturbing you while you're very busy..."
Claire quickly denied it and held the girl by her hands before kneeling down to look at Scarlet who had her eyes to the floor.
"Look at me, Scarlet. I'm not angry or annoyed. I can make time for it, don't worry too much. I was just curious as to what kind of assignment it was. You don't usually enjoy going outside after all..."
Scarlet stole a peek at the serious maid's expression and looked around a little before leaning in to whisper her plans.
Claire smiled and ruffled the blogger's hair when she heard that. "I see. In that case, I shall have Sue or Tina to accompany you. I will also inform Mr Wilde about it just in case, if it's alright with you."
Scarlet brightened up at that and nodded before leaving to find her outdoor shoes. Claire watched the girl run off and reached for her phone. This new governess was making big waves and the head maid wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing.
Still, if Scarlet was happy, then it's fine. That was all that mattered to her.
Claire waited for the phone to stop ringing and wondered how Mr Wilde would react to the good news. Debbie Connor might just be the lady who knew how to pull Scarlet out from that deep and dark hole she dug for herself.
[1] *Aristocats - it's an old Disney movie, you can Google it up.


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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When Wang Xiaodong finished the last step, he opened the data package and looked at Lu Zhou, "The iterative calculation program is completed. The coordinates for the far and close side of the moon, the speed, and the direction of Chang'e 3 are calculated. I'll send it to your email?" 
Lu Zhou, who was writing, did not even lift his head, "Just send it to my QQ."
Wang Xiaodong, "Okay, what's next?"
"… The satellite orbit around the moon and the satellite landing trajectory geometry data and parameters are all here. You'll have to do the plotting," replied Lu Zhou. He threw the fully written A4 at Wang Xiaodong's desk and began his next calculation. 
Wang Xiaodong looked at the data on the paper and noticed that he had changed the MATLAB software to a more professional SAS software for data mapping. Without any expression, he answered, "Okay."
The two collaborated quietly and were fighting in their own areas of expertise. 
It was around twelve o'clock when Lin Yuxiang walked quietly into the computer room. She placed a plastic bag containing two packs of yellow chicken rice and two cans of coffee on the table. 
"Geniuses, time to eat!"
Wang Xiaodong got up and took his plate. With a smile on his face, he said, "Thank you."
Naturally, Lin Yuxiang smiled back. She then walked next to Lu Zhou and said, "This one's yours."
Lu Zhou did not raise his head as he replied, "Put it aside. I'll eat it after I finish calculating this."
"Okay!"
It was nine o'clock at night when Lin Yuxiang yawned and went back to the dorm. Wang Xiaodong went back at around ten o'clock. As he was the main force for tomorrow, he had to get a good night's rest. 
At this point, other than Lu Zhou, there were only a few people left in the computer room. 
The genius mathematics student Luo Rundong was also there with Liu Rui. 
There was also a third-year genius statistics student next to Liu Rui. 
Their team configuration was special. The captain was responsible for programming and part of the modeling but did not do calculations. Most of the modeling was done by Liu Rui who then directed another person to do the thesis. 
The third-year genius statistics student asked, "Is that guy in your dorm?"
Liu Rui nodded, "Yeah."
The genius statistics student said casually, "That guy is insane. I briefly looked at him when I went to the bathroom. He chose question A. They'll have a lot fewer competitors than us."
Liu Rui asked curiously, "Then why didn't we choose question A?"
Liu Rui has been solving question B for a while now and he did not feel like it was easy at all.
The genius statistic student said impolitely, "Because I have you guys for this year. Do you think I wanted to choose question B?"
Liu Rui: "…"
The other guy in his team: "…"
At three o'clock in the morning, only five people were left in the computer room. 
At four o'clock in the morning, Lu Zhou was the only person still sitting in front of a computer. 
By the time the sun started to shine through the window, Lu Zhou finally finished writing the last line of calculations. 
When Wang Xiaodong opened the computer room door and walked in, he asked, "Finished?"
"Finished…" said Lu Zhou. He sighed in relief before saying, "The basic modeling is completed. The rest is programming, plotting, and sensitivity analysis by observing changes in the simulation. When you're done, I'll start writing the thesis."
Wang Xiaodong nodded his head and said, "I got this. Go and rest."
"Okay."
Lu Zhou pinched his eyebrows, shook his head, and stood up before he walked out of the computer room. 
Compared to his all-nighters during the summer, this was nothing. 
Lu Zhou could not remember how he got back to the dorms. He just remembered that he opened the door and without even taking his clothes off, he went to sleep. 
When he woke up, it was already dusk. 
Lu Zhou sat up in bed and rubbed his messy hair as he took out his phone from his pocket to take a look at the time.
He recalled that he got back to the dorm around six in the morning.
"I slept for twelve hours…"
The next time he could sleep would be after the competition. 
Lu Zhou went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before heading toward the computer room. 
When he arrived at the computer room, Wang Xiaodong was already writing the last line of the program.
Lin Yuxiang was away but she had brought food. The food was still hot. She probably left recently.
Lu Zhou opened the plastic bag and was about to grab a pair of chopsticks when he saw a piece of paper in the bag. 
He slowly unfolded the paper. 
[Try your best ~ ^.^ ~]
Lu Zhou: "…"
Lu Zhou crunched the paper and threw it in the rubbish bin before opening the disposable chopsticks to begin eating. 
When he finished eating his dinner, he went to the bathroom and along the way, he threw the takeaway box away. 
When he came back, Wang Xiaodong pushed his glasses. He stood up and started talking, "I've already finished writing the program. The code I've used for the three questions have been sent to your QQ. I'll come back at three in the morning. You'll have to do the thesis."
"Ok, set an alarm. Don't forget."
"I know," said Wang Xiaodong as he nodded his head and left. 
Lu Zhou was the last relay runner. He sat in front of the computer and stretched.
It was seven o'clock at night and they still had 37 hours till the thesis submission time. 
Within the next 37 hours, he had to summarize all of the calculation processes, modeling ideas, procedures, and answers to the three questions, all into a 20-30 page thesis. 
No matter how exquisite the model or how ingenious the program, the judges would only judge by the thesis presentation. If the thesis could not be understood by the judges, then there was no hope for the prize. 
Therefore, this last step could not be done sloppily!
Lu Zhou went into his working mode and he had completely forgotten about the time. His attention was entirely concentrated on the computer screen and his typing and thinking were operating at the speed of light. 
The abstract and keywords had to be written in one page according to format requirements. Lu Zhou edited his abstract and even then, he barely made the cut. 
No one knew his model thought process better than him. Therefore, this stage was easy to do. 
The next was the cumbersome process of proof and reasoning. This was the main part of the entire thesis. Although it did not take up too much space, it was the most time-consuming part to complete. 
The main reason was that not only did it involve mathematical modeling ideas, it also involved programming. 
Lu Zhou was comfortable with mathematics but he needed to communicate with the coder for the program part. 
Time slowly past by and the sun fell down and rose again. Once again, it shined across the horizon.
When the night was over, Lu Zhou had finished the last part of the question answering section. 
He stretched and started at the thesis with his sleepy eyes before yawning as he started to talk to himself. 
"… Next up is the reference and appendix. Finally, it's almost done."
Lu Zhou placed his hands on the keyboard and he copied the title of the cited documents. 
[
... Moon soft landing gravity turning track design and analysis (C), Huaguo Aerospace Association deep space exploration technology professional committee second academic conference. 2005.
... Research on the detection and evasion scheme of manned lunar surface obstacles, Space Return and Remote Sensing. 2014, 35: 11-19
…
]
In total, he cited six Chinese theses, and one English thesis. 
For the final step, Lu Zhou copied Wang Xiaodong's code into the appendix.
Wang Xiaodong stood behind Lu Zhou. As he pushed his glasses, he looked at the texts on the screen and asked, "Finished?"
"Yeah, all finished. Help me check for errors. If there are no errors, convert it to PDF format," said Lu Zhou while standing up from his chair. He shook his groggy brain and said, "I'm going to sleep. I'll delegate the md5 hash check and uploading work to you." 
"Go rest," said Wang Xiaodong. He paused for a second before saying with a concerned voice, "Be careful on the road. Don't trip."
"Ok," said Lu Zhou as he nodded his head before he walked out of the computer room. 


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

I know it's a long break (more than a year) but I had to focus on my studies. Now into a 2-year internship with lots of free time in my hand. Thus I've decided to continue the novel, at the very least I can guarantee that I can keep writing for the next couple of years.

Guys, I'll officially upload the next new chapter in a couple of weeks; I'm editing all the chapters released, to improve the standard. Re-evaluation of the novel showed my standard of writing is weak, which's obvious given the fact that English is only my third language.   

I'm working on improving my writing skills but for the immediate results, an Editor software has been subscribed for premium.  

Readers are welcomed to re-read the chapters edited, all edited chapters will have the date of editing in the 'author's thoughts'. I'll be editing at least three chapters every day.

I know many readers might be angry or disappointed with the inconsistency and huge break for which I extend my humble apology to all the readers. And will be extremely grateful for all those re-joining the ride and thanks for reading my book.

Alistair strolled through darkness shunning himself from light, he was plunged into the depths of hell by the greed of his own family. He crawled from those depths leaving trails of blood, craving for vengeance and toiling like a crazy wounded wolf.
 
After years of struggle he stands at the peak, a peak no one could touch, a peak where he could disdain anyone. Alistair had long got his revenge and quenched his burning fire with blood of those wronged him. 

The man who was supposed to have achieved everything one could possibly attain in a lifetime was actually left with nothing but felt utter isolation and icy solitude before his inevitable end, the death.

*****

Alistair was given another chance, reincarnation, with a system and the inheritance of the entire universe. 

He’s determined to lead an entirely different life, a life in which he truly pursues happiness with lots friends, lovers and a lovable family.

Will he get over his past and really turn a new leaf??? 

Will a place where law of jungle has long seeped into the society allow him lead a pleasant life without any carnage or bloodshed?????? 

 
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Hey everyone, this is a small post I am making to tell you all a little bit about myself, along with the announcement and my reasons for going premium.
I've looked around Webnovel, and I saw a lot of authors listing their IRL reasons for needing money, and hence going premium.
So, I thought I would do the same. I have a great family, and a great relationship, but that is it.
I've been struggling with depression for the past 4 years.
I used to wake up everyday feeling empty. Hollow.
I felt like my life didn't have a purpose.
My family and boyfriend tried everything they could to help me, but this was something I had to deal with by myself.
I racked my brain day in and day out in an attempt to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
Every day was a struggle.
It still is.
Writing is something I'm really passionate about, and it makes me feel alive and just…happy.
Right now, I work full time.
Unfortunately, my boss is nothing like Will, and he does everything he can to make my work life miserable.
I also work on a software company me and my boyfriend set up together, which is a passion project that has been in the works for a long time.
It is still in its early stages, so we don't get any revenue from it.
The thing I am most thankful in this life is the amazing luck I've had in finding my soulmate at a very early age.
We've been together 6 years(we were best friends since childhood), and we feel it is time to take the next step.
However, we really need money to settle down.
What all of you might never have guessed is that he's also a writer on Webnovel(I'm not gonna tell who it is, but he is famous ^^), and although both of us are strapped for time, we get the writing done.
If Webnovel turns out to be a viable income source, it would really help us to have the biggest event of our lives sooner, and I might also be able to leave my job to work more on the company and have more time for writing.
I wasn't even considering putting down the story in my head into a book, but along came Webnovel. I was also really encouraged by my boyfriend, and we actually write this book together now.
Now that I think about it, it's something that has brought us closer together as a couple.
Regardless, obtaining money from this hobby and driving myself to push and be better is something that I am really looking forward to, and something that I hope will help me realize our dreams sooner.
I hope everyone supports me in this move, and stays with Liz, Will, and Luke. I still have a LOT to tell about their tale.
PS. As those who might have read my comment on the previous chapter will know, the original plan was to go premium at Chapter 100. Due to a miscommunication, I no longer have the ability to post normal chapters. I've intimated Webnovel, but there has been no response for 24 hours(apparently, they are all busy with their annual gala). Well, I'm just taking it as a sign from the heavens and moving forward ;)

Liz didn't know what she was getting into when she accepted a job offer to work as the personal assistant of the acclaimed coldest CEO in New York. Born in one of the richest families in the world, her employer was rumored to be more machine than man, with many resigning before her because they couldn’t handle the work atmosphere.

The money was good, and she could stay with her family instead of leaving a step-brother who was still a kid and an irresponsible mother alone.

It was only later that she realized that the word ‘cold’ wasn’t enough to describe this man who, without her knowledge, led a life which was not as perfect as others imagined.

Find out what happens when a fiery love meets a frigid heart that has been frozen for decades.

This is a story of emotions, family, and friendship.

Disclaimer:
All Characters, places, event, depicted in the novel are entirely fictitious, any similarity to the actual events or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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In August, of course, I want to drink frozen beer. Wang Tianyu and Amor are enjoying a big drink. Wang Qi did not participate. After eating lunch, he returned to his room and let the two men go to the north.

　　In order to make his son a professional player, Wang Tianyu is very strict with his son and can't smoke or drink.

　　Back in the room, Wang Qi dialed the mother's phone.

　　"Kiki, is there something?"

　　Italy and China have a six-hour time difference, and now Beijing time is seven o'clock in the evening.

　　"Mom, international long distance is too expensive, you go to social software."

　　After that, Wang Qi hangs up and turns on the computer.

　　Five minutes later, the two mothers met on social software, and the mother was still the same, and it was endless.

　　"Mom, are you still alone? Have you made a boyfriend?"

　　Wang Qiyi peaked and interrupted the mother's embarrassment.

　　"Qiqi, how do you manage my affairs? Not your mom's narcissism, want to be your mom's boyfriend, can be discharged to the Forbidden City! But ah, your mom can't see it. I have been deceived. Once, I don't want to be deceived again."

　　My mother's exquisite face raised her pride.

　　To be honest, Wang Qi's mother is well maintained. Although she is forty years old, she looks like a woman in her thirties, mature, intellectual, and looks good.

　　"Mom, how can you say that? You and my father have at least one me."

　　"You are the only thing in my marriage that is worthy of nostalgia. Right, have you ever made a girlfriend? My son has inherited my genes and looks so handsome. There are definitely a lot of girls who like it."

　　Hey, Mom, I am busy training the game now, and I have time to do other things.

　　In addition, my mom, I am only 18 years old now.

　　Well, 18 years old can really make a girlfriend.

　　"No, now there is time to make a girlfriend, training every day."

　　My mom's brow suddenly wrinkled: "It's all Wang Tianyu's damn, is it so easy to become a professional player? Is it really bad to study seriously, read a university in Italy, and return to China to find a job after graduation? Things."

　　Speaking of the game, the mother is a fire, which is the main reason for their separation.

　　"Mom, I am successful."

　　The main purpose of chatting with my mom today is to tell her the good news, to make her happy, and let her mother know that her efforts in these years have not been in vain, and her father's insistence is not wrong.

　　"Successful? What success?"

　　The mother asked in confusion.

　　"Mom, I went to Florence for training yesterday. I received their notice this morning. I am going to be a member of Florence soon."

　　The mother covered her mouth and stared at the son in the camera.

　　Attacked by huge surprises, her eyes became wet and her son on the computer screen became blurred.

　　"Mom, what's wrong, not happy?"

　　The mother wiped the tears on her cheek with a paper towel and choked and asked: "Qiqi, is this true? You really succeeded? Many Italians are anti-China, you are not going to make me happy, make a lie Ok..."

　　God, my father said yesterday that I was making a lie too much. Now my mom said that I am making a lie. Isn't I a sincere child in your eyes?

　　"Mom, this is true. In addition, why should I make a lie?"

　　Mother's emotions were suddenly released, and they broke into laughter: "My son is the best!"

　　"I said earlier, my son will succeed, my son is the best man in the world!"

　　Mom, when did you say that I will succeed?

　　If you believe this, will you and your father be separated?

　　Of course, in this case, Wang Qi did not dismantle the mother.

Let her let go of her emotions.
　　"I will book my ticket right away, Kiki, I will come to see you tomorrow, this must be celebrated."

　　"Hey, baby, you will see a beautiful, gentle, loving mom forever tomorrow!"

　　After that, the mother turned off the social software.

　　...

　　"Dad, mom is coming tomorrow!"

　　Wang Qi walked out of the bedroom and said loudly to Wang Tianyu, who was in the toast with Uncle Amor.

　　"What is she doing?"

　　Wang Tianyu put the wine glass on the table and turned his head to look at his son.

　　"I told her about going to Florence. She explained that Genoa is coming."

　　Wang Tianyu's face changed non-stop, Uncle Amor said with a smile: "Beautiful Ms. Chen is coming back? That is a very good thing."

　　He looked at Wang Tianyu and asked: "Wang, I really don't understand, then a beautiful wife, what do you say, don't you?"

　　Wang Tianyu has no difficulty in telling, where is that I don't want her, she is not wanting our father and son...

　　"This is too complicated, mainly because of conflicts in our personality."

　　Uncle Amor advised: "Wang, you see, you haven't made a girlfriend for so many years, or you have to reconcile the two."

　　Wang Qi shook his head and returned to his room.

　　...

　　"Dad, Florence informed me that I have to sign a contract with them in these few days."

　　After dinner, the two fathers and sons sat on the sofa in the living room to chat.

　　"Then go tomorrow."

　　"Okay. Yes, Dad, we seem to lack a broker."

　　To become a professional player, of course, you need a broker to discuss the contract details with the club and arrange other things.

　　Wang Tianyu said with a sigh of relief: "You don't have to worry about this. I arranged it a few years ago."

　　...

　　At 8:00 the next morning, Wang Tianyu went to work on time. Although abroad, the requirements of state-owned enterprises are similar to those in China.

　　Wang Qi has a mission today,  He is going to the airport to pick up the beautiful, gentle, always love his mother.

　　At 8:30, Wang Tianyu arrived at the company's door on time and brushed the card to enter the company.

　　"Pharaoh, I have a good face today, is there any happy event?"

　　"Yes, Pharaoh looks completely different from usual today. You look at his eyebrows and it is completely up."

　　"Pharaoh, is it a good thing to be near, when will you do things?"

　　Wang Tianyu looked at him: "Old Li, you are talking about it. I don't even have a woman. Who is going to do a happy event?"

　　However, this still can't affect Wang Tianyu's good mood. He whispered to several colleagues: "However, there are really good things..."

　　Wang Tianyu deliberately sold a pass and stopped.

　　"what's up?"

　　"Yes, let's say, what is it so mysterious?"

　　"Is it... you have to be promoted to the position of vice president?"

　　"Pharaoh, you are not kind, this kind of thing you tell us in advance, tomorrow is exactly Sunday, we can celebrate it..."

　　These are some people.

　　Wang Tianyu knows that he does not say it right away. The imagination of these people does not know how rich.

　　"My family Wang Qi was accepted by Florence!"

　　"Oh!..."

　　"Florence? Florence is really good, has a long history and a strong academic atmosphere. It is indeed a good university!"

　　"Well, it's really good, Lao Wang congratulates, Wang Qi is reading a major, I heard that Florence's genetic engineering is good."

　　"The law major is also good. After learning, you can become a lawyer. Lao Wang, lawyer is a very good profession. Congratulations, you must treat you tonight!"

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Hope this synopsis finds you well. 

This is not my work. I just copy the translated novels here without so many changes. I just like these novels so I want to share with everyone. 
You are being reminded that the translated chapters are so terrible. Peace

Yo. Makina_ here. don't know what's happening anymore. I uhh. This has never happened before. I mean, It's my first time writing on webnovel. Can someone write on your books without permission? I've seen Makina's notes that I didn't write. Please fix it. I didn't delete them. It's proof that someone's tampering with my novel. So I will leave the story "The Trolley Problem", like this. Unfinished. I just don't want someone doing this. As long as they're not posting/altering my book, I'm fine with that. But for now, I'll leave this one. It will resume this story once I feel like the person messing with me is gone. In it's stead, I'm writing a new story! One that has supernatural powers. This book is submitted to a supernatural power writing contest. This book clearly has not reached that stage. It's going to be an exciting ride for all of us. I'm sorry for abandoning this story. If you're reading this, thank you and please support my other work.  

I'm sorry for this news. It just feels like I'm not developing my own story anymore. Also, to the person writing, feel free to do so. Write new chapters! I want to see what you come up with. And next time, please contact me if you want to collaborate. I'm not a professional. I definitely need help. You're in charge of this story now. Please make it into a good one.

- Makina_.

Written: Saturday, October 12 6:53 PM

T̷̨h͞ìs ̨l͝es͞şo̷͏̕ǹ͟'҉s̵̢̢ ҉w̸͘ay ͜͏ţ͟o̸͜o̵ ̶̛b̴̧͠or̕iǹ͝g͞͞!̸ ̧T̕͠͠h̕ȩ̧͢ ̡͜b͟o̴̡y̨̨ ͢t̶̷ho̵ug̷h̀t̢̀̀.͜ ̶̢W̨͝h̛į͟͠le d̷̢o̕ź̛͘i͢͠͠n̴̸͏g̴͢ ͡ò̷͡f̸̡f̨͟͠ ̶̕dur͘i̡n̸g͜͡ cla̶̶̕s҉̸s̨͠͡,͢ ̀͢a ̧v̕o̷͢͡i͘͝͡c̨͢ę ͝ó̸̀n͠҉̡ ̶̸̧hi̛s͞ ̶̢͟ḑr̕͡͏e͟am̨ s͞pe̵̡̛a͏͡k͞s͏ ̸a̶n͢͞͡d͜͞ a͟s҉ks҉͜ ͜ḩ͡ím ̡̀ą̷ ͏͝q̴͞u̸͡e͜s͡t̴i̢͞o͏ǹ̶.͘͠ ͏T̵hè̸̢ ̀͝T͘͠r҉͏́ò̴l̸͢l̛̀͢e̷͢͞y̡͘ ҉P̵̢r̡ob͢҉l͠e̶m̸̴.̶͞ ͟A̵͜ ̕m̵̨o̵͝r̡̛al ͠d̸i̷͡lęm̸̕ma҉.̸͞͞ ̧͢͡"͝҉͘Wí̶l̀͞ĺ҉ y̕̕͢o̴u̕͏ ̀s̡a̴c̵̶͘r̡̛i͟f͢͟ic͡҉̸è̛͞ ͢͜oņe͏͏̴ ̴̢͢p̛͟͏e̵r̸̀͟so̸ń ͘t͏o ̶̡͜sa̶͟͜v͏̧e̷̡͘ f̛̛͡i̸̷̕v̢͜é͟?͢͟͝"̶ ̷T̢h̸̛e͞ ̧̢͝b́ǫy̵͘͏ ̨conf́̕i͟ḑ͟e̶͜n̶͝t̶͢l̨y͘̕͝ anş̶́w̸er̛s̕͘͞,̛ ̵̛s͢҉a͘͜͞y̨͏͘in͘͝g̢ ̀̕t͏͜h̨a̵t͟͡ ̵͢h͡è̶͞'͡͏d́͘͘ ̀͟s̀͠a͏̴ćr͠͡i̧͡f̀͜i̕c̴͟e ̷̛h͟͝í͜m̡͡s̛e̡͜ĺf ̨̕i̵̛ņş͘͢tȩ̴͜a̛͟d̛ ̵i͘͡f̵͢ ͝t͠h͝at̀ ͏̧̨c̛͠o͏u̸͟͞l̵̛͝d ̸̡ş̵͘a̡͘͡v̵̕͜e ̵҉s̨͝į͡x́ p̴̴͠e̕op͝l͞e.̢ ̢͏U̵̴p̛͝o҉̵n͠͏ ̨͘w̕a̛͠k͜i͞n̴͘g u̡҉̵p̷͏,͢ ̶h͝ís͟ ̷̕͝lí̶̧f̨ę̷ ͘͟bȩ̷̸c̷a̴m̡e ͝u͡n̸̕u͞s̴̵̡ų̀͟al̨l͟y͢͝ ̸e̴̡̛ven̸t̶̨f͠ul̵͠.̶ ̢I̧f̡̕ ̨̕he̡ ͏͜e̵͏̢x̕p̛͝e̵r̵ię̛n͜͢c̸e͜͡s̀ ҉̀s͘͢͝o̡͏m̶e̸̛t͞h̛͜i̶҉҉n̴g ͟s̷̡i͢͏m͡͏i͏̛l̴aŕ͜ ͟t̨͢o͞ ̛͡th͜͜é ̛͘͞t̸͜r̛o͜͡l͘l͡͝e̵̷̕ỳ̶̨ ͘pr̛̕͟o̴̶b̷͜le̕҉m̧,̵͠ ͞w̷̸i̷̵̛l̛l̴ h҉ę̛ ̸b̕e͠ a̸̴b͘ļ͡é̸ t̴ó ͘s͟t̡͢a̧n̷҉d ̛b̷̕͝y̷̨ ̸h̶i̢̕s̨͜ s͟͜e̶͝l̸͏̢f̵̢l͞e̵̴ss͡͏̡ ̨wo̡r̷̨d̶͏s̀?̶͟

'The Prince of own' is dedicated to someone special. This story is based on a true life by a so called prince. The Hopes, creativity, and the thinking of mind and heart of the boy is written in this book.
             I am writing this Book as a hobby. do do not take it personally. by writing a book I have a satisfactory feelings in my Heart...
             I am not a professional writer and all that, I am trying to write with my own words....
  
Thanking you...!!!
                                                        Shrikant Patil
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