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The next day, Gun-Ho went to his GH Development office in Gangnam. Manager Kang was dozing off in his chair, and Ms. Ji-Young Jeong was playing with his smartphone chatting with her friends. They used to work hard when Gun-Ho—the president of the company was in the office with them.
 
"Hi. How have you all been?"
"Oh, sir."
The two employees were frightened and stood up quickly from their seats when they saw Gun-Ho entering the office. Ji-Young became fussy and brought green tea for Gun-Ho while Manager Kang took out papers he had to get Gun-Ho's review and approval. Gun-Ho laughed.
"Easy, people. You can sometimes doze off in the office if you are so tired. I understand."
The OneRoomTel business was doing well. It seemed that Manager Kang had been doing a good job managing them. Ji-Young gave a report to Gun-Ho on the current financial status of the company and showed him the ledger.
"Hmm. I see the office get-together expense has reduced. Why don't you go out more often and have dinner together even though I am not here?"
"Thank… thank you, sir."
"I saw the design office next door on the way here. Their office lights are off. Did they move to somewhere else?"
"They closed the office temporarily. Their business was suffering before they closed the office. They are several months behind their rent."
"Why don't they vacate the office then? It seems all their furniture and stuff are still in the office."
"I think they placed the office on the market, but no one has shown any interest yet."
"Manager Kang, what do you think about it? Even though they don't use the office, since they haven't completely vacated the office yet, the landlord will ask them to pay the rent, right?"
"That's right, sir. If they want to move out before the contract expires, they will have to pay the rent. If they don't pay the rent, the owner will deduct the amount from their security deposit."
"That means there would be not much left for them to take when they move out, from their security deposit."
"Right. It only takes a few months to go broke."
"That shouldn't be true, Manager Kang."
Ji-Young seemed to be upset because she was close with the workers in that design office.
 
"That's how it works, Ms. Ji-Young Jeong. The owner will ask them to pay the rent even though they don't really use the office because otherwise, the owner will have to bear the cost for the office. Moreover, if the owner purchased the office with a loan, then he will have to pay the loan interest without making any money from the office."
"So they haven't found any new tenant yet, huh?"
"Right. Even though they put the office on the market, if they can't find any new tenant who would take over their rent, they will have to pay for it. That's sad."
"When we move into our office, I think there were seven workers in their office."
"There are only three of them left. The office manager quit, and the lady worker who helped us to make our company logo is staying home these days because there is no work for her."
"Did you say they do a design work for a publishing company?"
"They do publishing work and also various design works, too. She is really good at what she does."
"Hmm."
Gun-Ho rubbed his chin.
 
Gun-Ho headed to Asan City. He was away from his company in Asan for about four days. He was away for a business trip to Japan and for visiting his office in Seoul.
He called for a meeting in the morning.
"Any news while I was away?"
"Nothing special, sir. The S Group notified us that they will visit our factory next Tuesday to verify our production capacity."
"We will have to present our factory very well to them. Please be prepared for it. This is really important for our company."
"Yes, sir. We already checked the extruding machines and prepared half a ton of the Dyeon's raw materials."
"The raw materials seem to have arrived early. I thought it would take longer since they are coming from the U.S."
"It doesn't take a long time these days. We just make an order through a phone call, and the customs office quickly does their job."
"Really? Haha. Did you get a product recipe from Mr. Sakata Ikuzo?"
"We have received the mould, but he hasn't handed the recipe to us yet. He said he would give it to us once he gets paid for his incentive."
"Of course, he wants his money."
 
Once the managers and directors left Gun-Ho's office, Gun-Ho saw a mail at his desk.
It was the book that Jien Wang sent to him—Economy Trend in China for the 21st Century."
"Well, even though I studied in China, this should still be difficult for me to read. I will need a dictionary and time to translate."
Gun-Ho asked for Jae-Sik Moon.
 
"Me? Did you ask for me?"
"Yes, I did. Why don't you have a seat there? Let's have some tea."
"Someone could see us together, which is not good. They would say that a security guard presumptuously is having tea with the president. People are already talking about me behind my back."
"What do they say?"
"They said the company provides a place to stay to a security guard."
"Oh, hmm. You don't have to worry about it."
"How can I not be concerned? They will eventually talk bad about you behind your back."
"Hmm. You think so?"
Gun-Ho felt a headache. What Jae-Sik was concerned about made sense to him. The president was supposed to be fair to all his employees.
"By the way, how much do you think it would cost to publish this kind of book in Korea?"
"Let me see, oh, this is a Chinese book, a book published by Zhejiang University Publisher. Hmm. The author graduated from Yale University. Oh, he used to be a college professor in the U.S."
"He is a friend of mine."
"Your friend?"
"Yeah. We became friends when I was in China. He is the same age as us."
"Really? He must be a good friend."
 
Jae-Sik scanned through the book.
"Assuming we publish this book, 2,000 of them will cost about 12 million won."
"It does cost a lot. What if we publish 1,000 of them?"
"It doesn't really matter how many you publish. It will make a difference only in the printing cost."
"Then what sort of costs are we talking about?"
"I think I talked to you about this before. The cost before the printing-out will be about 3,000 dollars. It's 3 million won. The translation cost will be another 3 million won. This book is 300 pages. Even though we assume the translation cost is 10,000 won per page, the translation costs about 3 million won. The remaining 6 million won is for design, proofreading, editing, printing, etc."
"Hmm."
"Publishing business is all about money as well. The person with more money would win. The more they publish, the higher chance they will have to get a best-selling book."
Gun-Ho was thinking for a moment, and then he suggested to Jae-Sik,
"Would you like to try to run a publishing company in Seoul? Then you don't have to worry about all those people here who are talking about you behind your back."
"A publishing company? I am not capable of running a business like that. In order to run a publishing company, you have to have some sense in selecting books, and you need to be good at sales. I can handle the publishing work itself though. I know I can do very well in that work."
"Hmm. Really?"
"I read the news yesterday online. The lady president of the famous publishing company—KimBooks—left the company. She is very famous in the field. She is known as the hand of Midas in the publishing industry. If you could find someone like her, that would be great."
"Why would a person like her leave the company then?"
"She seemed to not get along with the owner."
"Hey, can you find out her phone number for me?"
"Are you seriously considering having a publishing company? Running this factory should make you busy enough. A publishing work is very different from running a company. You don't make much money. You can't think it could be very similar to this factory business."
"Find out her phone number. Let's see how things turn out."
Jae-Sik looked at Gun-Ho in a suspicious way before he left Gun-Ho's office.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Jiang Dejun and his wife were urged back due to work. The reason needless to say was due to [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] suddenly emerging into fame.

Discovering the author Bright Moon was supposedly from Shanghai, the excitement and interest of all the publishing houses in Shanghai were naturally aroused.

Currently there were few in the industry who didn't know about the novel!

The hottest topic on the Internet right now was -"Did you read [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] today?"

The new legend of online novels! Today the number of hits on it had exceeded a million!

Just the traffic it brought in alone had almost broken the Tianya Forum servers!

...

As [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] became more and more popular on the Internet and more and more popular in reality, more and more publishers and retailers began to focus on the book. The book in their eyes was the Chinese [Harry Potter], a gold mine! And the author who hadn't appeared yet, Bright Moon was the JK Rowling of China! "

It was a pity that Bright Moon was too inconspicuous. The chapters uploaded online were almost enough to produce a book, but he still hadn't contacted a publisher yet. Unlike JK Rowling who, when she finished writing [Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone] instantly began to search everywhere for publishers, suffering through several twists and turns before she managed to successfully publish her novel.

Bright Moon still remained hiding in the dark, despite them taking the initiative and swarming him with messages and flattery.

This left the major publishing houses anxious and distraught. As the book became more and more popular, piracy had begun to appear but the author still hadn't appeared! Was he insane? This was all potential money!

The local publishers in Shanghai especially were in pain. This was like hearing the God of Wealth was at your doorstep, but you couldn't find your keys to unlock the door. 

Executives began trying to contact Tianya to find a way to contact the author and some even resorted to looking for hackers to track Jiang Cheng's address.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Jiang Cheng. After all, staying in the United States for so many years in his past life and having been in contact with future tech, he had a few tricks up his sleeve to prevent people tracking him down. He created a bunch of fake temporary emails and routed his internet connection through a bunch of VPN's. 

He was unaware but Jiang Cheng's actions killed the arrogance of those domestic hackers who usually held proud gazes, and let them deeply understand their own shortcomings as they ran head first into Microsoft's brand new PPTP VPN network. Running into it now ahead of time before it became mainstream, China's hacking underworld actually gained a boost as they developed ahead of time, indirectly driving the vigorous development of computer technology in China. And a few years later, Jiang Cheng would even profit because of this, though he didn't realize it now. 

Xu Guoqing, Chairman and the main shareholder of Southern Weekly Publishing House, was also amongst those eagerly searching for Bright Moon.

The performance of Southern Weekly had dropped so badly in the past two years that it was in need of revitalizing before it truly fell into deep trouble and it was at this time that [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] had appeared. Xu Guoqing was attracted at first sight by [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] not because he was a fan of the book, but because he saw the vast money making potential of it!

This was the kind of work that could save their publishing house. Xu Guoqing wanted it and Southern Weekly needed it!

Southern Weekly was also the publishing house where Jiang Cheng's father Jiang Dejun worked, 

It was formerly known as Southern Publishing House but Southern Weekly was one of their core magazines, having been extremely popular for some time in the 1990's and due to the brand recognition it provided they had eventually decided to rename the publishing house after it.

However despite it's fancy new name, the performance of Southern Weekly had fallen sharply, exiting it's honeymoon period as it headed for the sunset.

In Jiang Cheng's view, the main reason for the decline in Southern Weekly's performance was that it's thinking was too old. Southern Weekly mainly dealt with documentary reports, tracking current affairs at home and abroad and asking experts and scholars to give reports.
 
This was very popular in the last century, because at that time people had very little access to information, only resorting to newspapers and magazines; But now there were more and more channels of information, which were ultimately faster and cheaper. For paper media to compete would only get harder and more futile.

When people could just search for what they wanted to know without much hustle for free, why would they want to pay for your magazines and newspapers? Which were neither fast or up to date.

Even if they didn't want to go online, they could just watch those news channels. Why go and buy magazines and newspapers?

As a result, mergers were becoming more and more prevalent. There were fewer and fewer small and medium-sized publishing houses, with most either being annexed by the main titans or closing down. Those who didn't want to go bankrupt, switched to do something else. 

Southern Weekly could sustain itself up to now, thanks to the brand loyalty they had accumulated among their middle-aged and elderly customer base in their early years. But while they were fine currently they were running on a timer.

So Xu Guoqing seeing [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] becoming more and more popular became hopeful and anxious. 

But that hope soon transformed to frustration and anger when he realized that his CEO and editor-in-chief, Jiang Dejun at such a critical juncture had taken his wife to Hainan on holiday and was seemingly pulling off a second honeymoon!

"Oh, it wasn't a honeymoon, but a family trip to Hainan. So why is your son still at home?"

"The kid said he didn't want to go, so the two of you went alone. How is that not a honeymoon?"

The most excessive thing was that Jiang Dejun had been gone for almost a month, and he still hadn't come back?

Seeing that they hadn't had much work recently, he actually went and approved himself a month-long vacation. 

"Dammit, hurry and get your ass back here!"

So with that Jiang Cheng's parents reluctantly ended their second honeymoon.

Yeah, it was indeed a second honeymoon.

Though to be fair they didn't initially plan it as such, after all the trip was originally planned for the whole family but Jiang Cheng right at the end refused to go!

And since they had already paid....It would have been a waste to cancel, so they went.  After all they  rarely got so much alone time together.

The two of them enjoyed the gentle sunshine, golden sand and warm waves of Hainan and even went as far as to turn off their phones, only switching them on an hour a day.
 
So when they learned what was going on from an angry Xu Guoqing, they were stunned. 

[Stories About The Ming Dynasty] was tens of chapters deep but Bright Moon still hadn't appeared yet, was he really so generous as to let everyone read his book for free?

Publishers naturally didn't believe so, they thought that Bright Moon was fishing amongst them for the highest bid. So publishers secretly raised the price tag in their hearts, they couldn't wait for the appearance of Bright Moon.

Even Jiang Dejun, upset about his holiday, after reading [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] couldn't help admit that it was a rare book, destined to create waves. 

But then thinking of what he was missing out on, he couldn't help but feel slightly aggrieved. 

Of all the times for this Bright Moon character to appear it just had to be now huh, dammit. 

But what he didn't expect was that when he got home, he would run into the very person he was cursing.

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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Daeshim arrived at Heathrow airport after a seven-ish hour's flight which he felt like lasted for days.  After having been through hell following the unexpected turn of events in Dubai and spending the worst flight in his life because of his bad mood, he knew what was waiting for him as he exited the airport.  "Just keep smiling and do not answer to any question", his manager advised him as the sliding doors opened and gave a view over the few reporters that were waiting outside for him.  Dressed in dark blue jeans, red Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt, black leather varsity jacket and black shades, he stepped out with one of his biggest smile and waved at them.  He then bowed in respect, thanked them and began to walk towards the car surrounded by his men and some security guys when all of a sudden one of the reporters stuck his camera next to his face and asked out loud: "What do you have to say about the news of you having a fling with a random girl in Dubai?".  

Daeshim knew very well that this was inevitable and he had to face it and he even conditioned his mind for this moment but still the question came hitting him as a sharp needle because this was not how he wanted Zara to be called or remembered, she was everything but random.  He stopped and froze on the spot and this gave way to other journalists to come closer and started bombarding him with questions.  "Who is the mystery girl?" "Is she your new girlfriend?" "Are we going to see some new developments?" "Why was the news taken down?" "Why do you want to hide her from the world?"  All these questions hit him one after another like an arrow and with every question he felt a huge pain in his chest and did not know how to react to the situation, so he just stood there like a statue.  And then his manager along with the others grabbed his arm and helped him get into the car and they drove away.  

Arriving at his hotel room, he took off his jacket and threw it away out of frustration, he went to the washroom, splashed water all over his face trying to clear away all the tensions and then wiped his face with the white towel that was kept there and crashed onto the huge king size bed.  It was a hectic day for him both emotionally and physically with him rushing back and forth to the villa and with Zara disappearing out of the blue without leaving any trace; to top it all the encounter with the media also had a hand in wearing him out.  If only he had not omitted the truth to her, all these mess would not have happened, he fulminated.  But then again, had he told everything to her since the beginning, she would never have accepted to come with him and in this way Daeshim would not have received the chance to know how amazing of a woman she was.  He could hardly tell whether keeping her in the dark was a right or wrong thing to do.  All he knew ever since he met her and the little that he got to know her since then was that she was a very down to earth and humble human being who can be happy by even the smallest and simple thing.  She did not seem to be someone that would be attracted by grandiosity and extravagance.

"Didn't she leave the pendant that he gave her?" Had he given that diamond pendant to someone who was in the glamour world, they might not have returned it back or even hesitated to accept it in the first place unlike Zara who was not willing to take it because she said she did not wear these kind of things and that above all it was too expensive as a gift.  And even when Daeshim told her that he was in the show business she did not go into a frenzy just like some people would.  A lot of people would have asked him all type of questions to satisfy their curiosity related to the glamorous industry, celebrities and among others but Zara reacted differently as if she had no interest at all.  Yes, he hid his real profession from her but she was not even curious to know more about what he really does in the show business.  And also they did not discuss about the materialistic side of the world during the time they spent together but rather about other topics that are way more important for a person like family, culture and other similar things.  "Talking to her was so easy and stimulating", he thought wearily.   

Usually, Daeshim would wake up early and do some exercises but for the first time since ages he pretty much slept through the whole day, he did not have the strength to do anything and his mood was off which was very unlikely of him.  He was normally the easy-going guy and hardly allowed a bad situation to affect his emotional state but it seemed practically impossible to let himself be unaffected by the current state of affairs this time.  "Was it because Zara was concerned?"  It was not that hard to guess knowing the extent to which he became fond of her within the last few days.  He was however woken up by a call from his manager asking him to get ready as soon as possible and to meet him downstairs in the hotel lobby, "we have meetings to attend for God sake!" Lee had said in exasperation on the other side of the phone.  So with great effort he quit slacking, had a shower and got ready to go.

He attended a meeting regarding an important ad shoot that he had to complete at any cost the day after as they were already behind schedule.  Being the professional and a man of principles that he was, he made it a must to concentrate all his attention and energy into the work at hand, provided several suggestions and amendments that can be done to make it a successful shoot. He absolutely wanted to make it back for the slight delay that he caused when he postponed his meetings and thankfully no big damage had taken place which was kind of a relief for him amongst all the chaos.  After spending the afternoon and evening in meetings, he went back to his hotel and asked Lee to stay for a little bit and discuss the situation over a cup of coffee.  "The guys have spent the whole day trying to find for anything that could lead to Zara but in vain, if we had more information, we could have worked something out".  "If only there were more details other than her name, her country of origin, I do not know how I could be so careless Lee".  "Even the airline won't give any of her information for confidentiality reasons", Lee added.    

"If only there was another way but I know there isn't, other than the fact that expecting to bump into her again one day, the probability of which is minus zero, but for now I cannot do anything else but to live with this mess and guilt, I hope I will be able to make things right one day, before its too late that is".  

It was now time to relax after spending a long tiring day, Zara arrived late at night yesterday at her brother's house; they sat for a while together for a chit chat and then went to bed.  And today after waking up, she went with her sister in law to run some errands for a barbecue party that took place in the evening.  Even if it was for a while, Zara tried to put her turmoil aside to avoid making her brother or anybody else notice the distress behind her smile.  She participated and had a lot of fun with her family, sharing only the best part of her experience in visiting Dubai and trying to make them believe that she had an awesome stay.  The truth was even if by the end of her stay over she went through the worst time of her life, if she minus that part from the story, she would get a perfect vacation with a perfect stranger.  She indeed enjoyed every bit of it, laughed to the fullest after a very long time, felt different and cared for but this was only until the truth hit her in the face.  And now she had to move on and try to forget that portion of her life.  

She thought leaving everything behind in Dubai would help her in any way to get over it but that was not really the case.  She rolled over in her bed trying to find the perfect position that will finally help her to sleep soundly but in vain; ever since that day she was having difficulty to have a good night sleep.  She would keep playing whatever happened again and again in her mind and the fact that she knew Daeshim was in London as well did not help much either.  She swore she never wants to bump into him again and even today when she went out at the grocery store, she was apprehending an encounter with him at every turn.  She was aware that he would only be here for a few days and made her mind that until then she would not spend much time wandering outside in the streets of London.

The following day she was having breakfast in the nice and cozy kitchen, with a beautiful counter in the middle covered with granite slabs and modern stools perfectly positioned; after having left South Africa a decade ago, her brother had really worked hard and had succeeded in achieving and maintaining a stable life unlike her.  He got married and now had a fourteen year girl and was living a pretty decent life with his family.   Her brother and sister in law had gone for work and her niece to college so she was sitting alone by the kitchen counter and eating her cereals when she heard her phone rang upstairs.  The sudden ringtone made her motionless and paralyzed with fear, she knew nobody would call at this time and thought the worst.  She climbed the stairs leading to her room with shaky legs to look for her mobile.  Maybe it was just her brother checking up on her, she thought to appease herself.  But when she took the mobile and saw the name of Isabella stamped on the screen, she felt a sense of relief, with a big sigh she picked up the call and Isabella as always did not give her time to talk.  "Girl, where have you been? I was waiting for your call and you did not even have the time to call me once, what have you been doing?"

"Okay, okay, calm down, I did not want to disturb you, you are on your honeymoon and…"  "You could have at least called me one time".  "I know, I am sorry", "So how was Dubai", Isabella asked excitingly. 

The question was not as exciting for her as it was for Isabella, "It was good".  "Oh my god, what's gotten into you? Are you still sleeping or what? Hello, it's time to wake up".  "I mean it was awesome, we visited a lot of places, had a lot of fun in the desert, admired the tallest building in the world and also did some shopping".  "Wait a second, who is we?"

"What are you talking about?", "You said we", "No I didn't", "Yes, you did, I'm not deaf, who were you with?" "Nobody, gosh I was on my own, anyway, I got to go now, I will share every detail with you later, have a nice day, bye".  

She hurriedly ended the call because she was on the verge to relate everything that happened in Dubai to Isabella but then realized she could not take the risk of letting anybody know, things might get out of hand and besides she was too embarrassed to talk about how she allowed herself to be fooled, so she hanged up and went down to finish her breakfast.  She washed the bowl and the couple of utensils that was in the sink and then went to take a shower.  Later during the day, she took her laptop and sat comfortably in a sofa, put on some music and decided to check her emails and do some writing.  It had only been a few days now since she left Cape Town but she had received quite a few emails within the last couple of days.  As she opened the email tab she remembered that one email that she received from some publisher; she looked for it and after having gone through it she was totally bewildered.  It was basically offering her an opportunity to publish one of her novels that she wrote online for some app.   

At first she thought it might be some bogus email coming from an amateur but then decided to verify the veracity of the email and the concerned person. She googled it and to her great surprise and astonishment, the email came from some renown book publishing company in the United States of America as she read from the search results.  She kept staring with her mouth and eyes wide open at the monitor in disbelief.  It was hard to process the information and for a while she stayed like that constantly re-reading the email over and over again.  And then it really hit her: "A famous publisher wants to publish my story; I'm going to have a book with my name on it".  She yelled and jumped all around in ecstasy, picked up her phone and started calling her brother and Isabella to inform them.  "But yeah, nothing is confirmed yet, I still have to talk to him, oh my god, what if I become famous?"  After going in frenzy, she finally calmed herself down and replied with a positive response to the email to inform the later that she was willing to consider the offer.  

Much later on, she had a Skype meeting session with a representative of the company.  She was given a thorough description about the company which was based in New York; she was told that the publishing house will take care of every aspect from marketing, distribution and warehousing of the book and that she will not have to bear for any expenses.  Zara was offered a contract with them and in return of buying the rights to publish her book, she would be paid royalties from the sales once the book goes onto the market.  She was very thrilled after hearing all this and her legs and hands started shaking out of excitement; she began writing romance fiction out of nowhere for fun and to keep herself busy with something since she was unable to secure a job, she would post her novels here and there online and had attracted quite a bit of an audience over a few months time who took a liking for her writing and fictional stories.  She would receive requests from her followers to deliver chapters daily and to create more stories, people would compliment and appreciate her work every now and then but she never would have imagined that one day the thing that she started just like that would take this shape and allow her to become a real author and have a book published by her name.

Since she was currently in the UK, she was informed by the company representative that a meeting would be scheduled with one of the editor's that happened to be in London itself due to some work related stuff.  The meeting would comprise of the contract signing, review and discussion of everything that concerned the process to publishing the book.  Once they sorted everything out, they ended the call and Zara leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes.  She wanted to relax her senses, feel and grasped everything that just went down, she opened her eyes and pinched herself to make sure it was not a dream and as she experienced the slight pain, she felt a relief.  "Just when you are not expecting it, life will throw something at you", something that she always keeps on saying be it in a good or a bad situation and this was exactly what was happening except for this time she could not be happier and grateful.  

"That calls for celebration, we are having a pizza party", her brother said much later in the evening when Zara explained everything in details to her family.  Her niece shouted out of excitement and both father and daughter started jumping around like crazy.  "Guys, will you please relax, the book has not yet been published, I have not yet even signed the contract for god sake", Zara yelled trying to make herself be heard among all the noises that they were making.  But they were far from showing any interest and just then her sister in law said: "You know how your brother is, the kid in him will never go away no matter what" and they both chuckled at the remark.  Not to mention that they did eventually had the pizza party and had a lot of fun as they ate, chat, danced and even had a little karaoke session on top of that.  This was the happiness that she always wanted to see on her family's face since a very long time, an ounce of happiness that she would give them and be the reason of for once in her life.  "And this was only the beginning of several more happy moments, hopefully".   

 For now she had only informed her brother and his family as well as Isabella except for her parents, it is not that she had forgotten completely about them, she loves them and she misses them every day just like everyone else would but she was not yet ready to give them the news.  She come from a very modest family and being the only daughter of the family, she always wanted to make it big one day, create an identity for herself and be able to give it back to her parents who went through a lot of trouble and difficulties to give them a decent life.  So, she did not want to give them only half of a happy moment, she wanted them to experience happiness to the fullest.  They would definitely be happy when they would hear the news but Zara wanted them to experience the bigger picture that is once everything would be sorted out and the book will be published and she finally becomes a real author.  Nothing would compare to the moment of ecstasy when she would finally be able to hand them a book bearing her name and also signed by her.  

"The look on their face would be priceless".  And that is the kind of happiness that she has been dying to see on her parents face.

Born in the beautiful city of Cape Town in South Africa, Zara is currently living a nightmare as she is still jobless at the age of thirty and while all her friends are getting married, she has been cursed with the life of a single for a long time.  After attending her best friend Isabella wedding, she decided to travel all the way to the UK on her own for a change of atmosphere.  
This journey was about to be a turning point in her miserable life when she accidentally bumps into a handsome stranger at the airport just when she was starting her trip.  
Little did she know that this handsome hunk was the heartthrob Daeshim, a famous South Korean actor that every Korean girl dreams of!  Was this a meaningful clash of fate or was it just another incident at the airport with an unknown person?

Jing Jiu was in the library now; but he didn't go to the reading room as usual. He sat in the grand hall instead.
The reason he sat in the grand hall was because he wished to listen to the discussions of the people around him. Though he could hear their discussions when he was in the reading room, he was still concerned that he might miss some information if he stayed in the reading room.
He uploaded the novel to many forums when he deployed the fake digital marks and information skipping bridges in the upper level network of the Stargate Base and the interplanetary network.
He had always hoped that the novel would reach more readers in the Federation of the Milky Way.
According to Zong Lizi, one needed to earn the right to publish the novel in those networks with a large number of hits; and it must go through a scrutinizing process.
Since it was so troublesome, why shouldn't he achieve the same result in an easy way?
His hacking skill was good enough to evade the surveillance. The administers of the forums wouldn't be able to find out the traces of behind-scenes manipulation; as such, they wouldn't delete it for no reason.
It had been one day and one night. The novel had drawn a great deal of discussion. If some ascendants had hidden in the Federation of the Milky Way, it wouldn't take long before they came to look for him.
It was true that he had used the word "hide" when he considered the issue.
It was because he hadn't found any recording about the ascendants, nor could he find it in the hidden network.
He couldn't even find any myth related to the ascendants.
He was certain that nobody had talked about the novel in the grand hall and displayed a somewhat disappointed expression on his face, which was rather rare for him.
When he came to the reading room, he connected the data fiberglass cable to the silvery computer and inserted his finger into the node for data input in the computer, starting to search with his eyes closed.
He had searched several hundred forums in a short time and read all the responses and comments. And he found few likes the readers gave to the novel.
And he found no comment on the novel in the private messages of those media companies, cartoon and gaming companies.
…
…
Time went by slowly.
The novel "The Path toward Heaven" had finally attracted some attention.
In the grand hall of the library, Jing Jiu heard the discussions among the students of the New Era Institute again. This time they were not discussing the origin of Zong Lizi but the novel itself. Some students were at a loss, wondering how she had gotten so much money that she could earn the right to publish the novel on so many forums.
Jing Jiu thought it was indeed a problem. He came to the reading room and got online, and started modifying the copyright declarations of the forums, adding "reproduction" behind the title but leaving the name of the author and the private contact information intact.
In the end, he modified a local website in the Stargate Base and uploaded the ownership declaration of the novel. After he did some casual data analysis, he noticed that one user had spent more time than average reading the novel.
There were many reasons why this person spent so much time with the novel. One was that the person read the story as if it were a literature of super stream of consciousness that had won the Star Award; another was that this person was too tired everyday after work and fell asleep each time the person browsed to the pages of the novel until the person woke up the next day; and the last possibility was that this person was an ascendant he was looking for.
Without hesitation, Jing Jiu traced the marks left by the user to investigate further.
He encountered a barrier soon; but it didn't make him feel troubled. Instead, he was tremendously encouraged.
The regular internet user wouldn't set up such a barrier.
It only took a brief moment for him to break through the barrier. By the time he arrived in the local network of the person he pursued, he found he was mistaken.
This was a private network of a gaming company, which is why they had set up so many data filtering barriers; and the user was a regular staff of this gaming company, working in a studio at the department of designing.
Jing Jiu found a few files in the computer of the office worker and figured out why this person was so interested in the novel "The Path toward Heaven".
The name of this gaming company was "The Twirling Rain", the largest gaming company on this planet, gaining sponsors from the military, government and its various departments, universities and the clans of the priests. It was well known in the whole of the Federation.
This studio was an ordinary one in the company. It was on the brink of being laid off after the studio had produced two disappointed games back to back. As such, they must come up with a new popular game to secure their jobs.
There were countless novels, cartoons, movies and TV shows on the interplanetary network; however, the major companies had owned all of the popular products and modified products a long time ago. The copyright department of the Twirling Rain Company had many products, but they kept them only for those studios with outstanding performance; so they wouldn't give the products to a studio on the verge of being laid off. As a result, the staffs of the studio had no choice but to look for materials by themselves in hopes of finding a cheap and excellent modified product.
What kind of product could be called "cheap and excellent"?
It must be someone who was new and ignorant.
Or in other words, the person was a dreamer.
…
…
The staff of the studio found the novel "The Path toward Heaven" in a forum and liked it very much; and he thought it was rather easy to modify it.
Though the Xianxia novels were not as popular as they had been, they still could draw a certain type of readers. The story was uneventful, but it had enough hidden plots for the readers to mull over. As long as the author wouldn't let up, be it changing the maps or plots, it would be popular.
However, he didn't have the right to purchase the copyright; all he could do was to make a suggestion. And the studio had to apply to the higher-level department of the company for purchasing the novel.
If the company consented to the application, he would contact the author of the novel on behalf of the studio to start up the process of purchasing copyright.
In so doing, the influence of the story would increase, and more people would know the sceneries, the Cultivation sects and the people in Chaotian. As a result, it would be easier for his colleagues to find him out…
Jing Jiu would agree to it, of course.
He kept on reading the specialized book on physics, and at the same time paid attention to his private messages, waiting for the staff to contact him.
It was afternoon now. He walked out from the library and shot a glance at the battleship in the sky.
He suddenly had a feeling of resentment. It was unclear if he felt this way because he couldn't get any result from his novel or he was frustrated because of the difficulty of the physics book.
If he kept waiting for the other party to contact him, how long would it take?
I shouldn't just stay here and wait, he told himself.
Jing Jiu turned and went back to the library. He got online and began to invade the gaming company by the name of The Twirling Rain.
He entered the private network of the Twirling Rain Company effortlessly after he dismantled a few firewalls and got on the data platform at a high-level, where he saw the application sent in by the studio.
To describe the situation of the application in a visual form, it was placed under a pile of applications as tall as a hill; perhaps, it would not be seen by anyone until it was crushed to pieces.
Jing Jiu pulled out the application and placed it atop the pile. After some thought, he found it might still be too slow for it to be approved. As such, he read the application approval process of the Twirling Rain Company and found out that an application would pass through at least seven departments before it was approved.
The process of a company was very troublesome; the larger the company, the worse it was. For the staffs of the company, it was no different from a long nightmare.
However, the matter was quite simple as far as Jing Jiu was concerned. He had simply brought the application to the seven departments, copied the electronic signatures of the department heads and written a few lines in the name of the chairman of the Twirling Rain Company; in the end, he wrote the word "approved" on the application.
Technically speaking, Jing Jiu was not concerned that what he had done would be discovered by somebody, nor was he worried that it would be exposed later.
Such a small trick and a tiny project with limited budget would not draw any attention in such a large company; it was tantamount to a rat in a sewage ditch to which nobody would pay any heed.
Even if the department heads and the chairman saw the project sometime later, they wouldn't be able to remember whether they had checked it or not.
Most of all, he wouldn't be troubled even if the Twirling Rain Company discovered it.
It was believed that the studio would receive the reply of the application and obtain the required fund. Then they would contact the author, design the game as quickly as they could and advertise it to the whole of the Federation of the Milky Way.
However, Jing Jiu was not aware of one fact even though his idea was brilliant.
The chairman of the Twirling Rain Company was a member of the Federation council, lived on the Main Planet all year long and was seldom involved in the company everyday business.
…
…
Thinking that some ascendants who were his former colleagues would find him soon, most likely the Snow Girl, Jing Jiu was in a much better mood now.
In the evening when he returned to the apartment, he opened a bottle of rice wine, which was rather rare. He tasted it and found it was still tasteless; he handed it to Zong Lizi.
Zong Lizi didn't see him drink the wine. She thanked him before she took the bottle and drank it.
Jing Jiu waved his hand to indicate that she had no need to thank him. Then, he lay on the couch and started reading the books with his eyes closed.
Zong Lizi didn't want to disturb his rest. She went to her own room with the wine bottle in her hand and resumed cultivating.
In the middle of the night, a surprised cry rang out in the apartment, followed by a loud noise of the door being pushed open.
Zong Lizi came before the couch like a draft of wind and awakened Jing Jiu by shaking him. "I…I…I've passed…the fifth level test!" she exclaimed while faltering.


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

Not even an hour passed, after that blogger posted the rumor that they've created.

Online uproar can be seen, coming from WanXin and GuXian couple supporters and others who just doesn't approve any type of affairs.

Netizen speedy hands, leaving inappropriate and degrading comments against XiennaYan. Until the post became a hot topic within just an hour.

'Damn damn damn! what did I just see?! she is such a slut ! how did she even get to hook up with the most gentle man.'

'This photo is really an eye opening, this is the perfect face of a whore.' 

'Really an eye opener! a slut should be blocked in any events, she can ruined everyone reputation.'

There were some who tried not to be biased, but got targeted by the malicious comments from the netizens.

'If he was really a gentleman, then he would not be tempted to temptations.'

'Affairs never start one sidedly.'

And few were matured enough to realize somethings and questioned it.

'Don't you think, there is something of with this?'

'Yup, as far as i know, this celebrity woman was at the hospital the whole time and probably just got out, but why did he claim to see them together earlier this day?'

'Isn't this connected with the previous event? are they trying to get back at her.'

'The flow of events really don't connect.'

---

In an office building,

Yang MuChen was just reading the online slander of his wife supposed to be elicit affair. Just watching and wait for the right timing to release their hidden card slowly.

"Record and save a copy of all those negative comments, we will used it once we strike back." MuChen said with his eye glued on the computer still reading the comments.

XuTao who was at the office that moment, felt sorry for the blogger and the netizen in advance, as their trails were being followed and keep tabs per request of their boss, because they will be using them as an example to not miss with just anyone.  -  "Yes, I'm recording everything." 

---

At this moment, XiennaYan was just at home leisurely resting and enjoying her coffee, not bothered by the situation.

While doing so, she was able to finish creating a new story that they can used for a different movie or just publish it exactly as a book.

---

Around midnight,

While WanXin was throwing a dual purpose celebration party, one which was supposedly to congratulate her in getting the lead character of a famous remake film, and the other was to have a blast in seeing the negative comments regarding XiennaYan, together with her FangNin, ShangLin and other big people in the industry as they  enjoyed the night.

Z entertainment silently release their lengthy statements, regarding the affair XiennaYan was supposed to be into.

Because of pass events, she left the place she have known and loved but gave her sufferings and hatred, and because of this she created another identity that is strong and dangerous...but when she came back to that place she found someone the protect, loved and cherish her... she change back to the normal her, and is trying to start  a fresh but still her past from before keeps hunting her.

She was once a lady who believed in-love, after finding out the betrayal of the people she trusted everything change like a storm that keeps on getting worse and worse everyday. She was accused and frame but luckily she came prepared and was able to turn the table. Wanting to leave everything behind and start a fresh she left and no news was heard from her. 4 years later she is back but as a totally change person.



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The Wang Haige Forum had a literature section, which was divided into two subsections: discussions on paper books and online publications. Zhang Zian didn't usually visit these two sections. But today he was lying in the reclining chair, browsing the forum on his phone. 
As he clicked the online publication discussion area, a post attracted his attention.　　
[Seven Kill]: I'm a new author. Questions for you: how many more "favorites" should I gain per chapter to be considered acceptable?
There were all kinds of answers below the post. Some of them were joking, some were serious.　
[Old City]: It depends on the website. I'm writing a fantasy on Qidian. I got 20 more favorites on the first day the book was cleared for publication, then 11 on the second day, and 20 more favorites each day after Day 3. So far I wrote 28,000 words, and had 140 favorites. 
[Academy]: Impressive! Let us know the book name!
[Fan Wujiu]: I think you are here to show off.
[Tian Haoyu]: You get favorites with so few words? Is this a scam? Why did I only get 40 favorites after writing 50,000 words?
Zhang Zian was more confused after reading this. Was this the difference between the big names and small names? But some are not doing so well. Pi just wrote 2000 words, so it should get at least 40 favorites by 50,000 words, shouldn't it? At least, it would not be the worst.　　
Some statistic nerds talked about the fundamentals below the post.　　
[Akmond]: Qidian is the biggest website of the business, and it's a hard for newbies to get ahead. Today is my day off, and I have nothing else to do. So let me spend time to tell you how hard it is to be a writer at Qidian. I just checked the Qidian Library. Only counting new books under 300,000 words, there are 18,000 of them that were updated in 3 days! Only 2000 of them had a signed contract. The odds of getting a contract is 1/9. 
[Seven Kill]: This hard? This makes my newbie heart as cold as ice...
[Akmond]: Hard? No, this is only the beginning. After signing a contract, Qidian starts promoting your book to let more people read it. But is signing a contract enough? Not at all. After that, your book will be on the promotion list along with other new books. There are about 5-6 rounds of promotion for new books, and in each round, only 4 books out of 10 will qualify for the next promotion. Only 0.4% of all books can defeat the others and make it to the Power Ranking list. 2000 times 0.004 equals 8, which means, among the 18,000 books, only 8 of them can rise above all and be released on the shelf. While the remaining 99.99% of books are left in the ocean of books without readers.  
[Youth of Wind]: As a newbie who has not published yet, I'm so discouraged!
[Akmond]: Hehe, paid lease is only the beginning. You must have 3000 readers willing to pay for your book, then your book can enter the Power Ranking. Do you know the percentage of that? Only 3 or 4 books among the 8 can enter the Power Ranking! 
[Akmond]: Now let's sum up. If you just published a book, here is your future: if you aim at getting a contract, then your chance is 1/9; if your goal is the Power Ranking, your chance is 1/2250; if you want your novel to be tagged as Recommended and be remembered forever by Qidian, then your odds are 1/5000. When you write at Qidian, you have 1/5000 chance to be the numerator, and 4999/5000 chance to be the denominator! A general builds his success on ten thousand bleaching bones. This is an appropriate description! 
Some people expressed their doubt below the post.　　
[Smile]: Are there that many? 18,000 people entering the online writing business at the same time?
[Akmond]: Of course, you'll be surprised. According to official statistics, there are 1.4 billion people, and there are 60 million online writing! 60 million! Crowds and crowds of people are entering the online writing business. You have a better chance to succeed by being an extra in Binhai Studio, being picked by a director passing and make you the next Wang Baoqiang... You may get injured by being an extra on set. Online writing is much easier, and all you need to do is be literate and able to type. But 99.99% of people end up being the denominator. 
Despite this [Akmond] was telling the brutal truth, the crowd of people who replied to the post were shocked at the statistics and cried out in despair. [Akmond] also gained a "Pro" title for his knowledge in the online writing industry. He quickly added that he was also one of the denominators, except that he failed enough times to know how to fail with swagger...　　
Zhang Zian wanted to correct him. It was not 18,000 people, but 17,999 people plus 1 monkey. But he didn't do it, as he was not in the mood to ridicule.　　
He remembered the days of bringing Famous to Binhai Studio for movies. Each day he saw many people wearing green military coats gather at the entrance of the studio and surround every production team that entered and exited, being picked and chosen like truckloads of cheap cabbage. Those chosen by production teams were happy to make a daily salary of 50 Yuan, while those who weren't picked were disappointed, and left 

like an ebbing tide, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the next production team to arrive.　　
Back then he was thinking that it was so hard to be an extra on the set. They persevered with their movie star dreams, hoping to be the next Wang Baoqiang. But compared to them, [Akmond] seemed right, that online writers also walked the same difficult path of fierce competition, fighting hard to be the few numerators. 　 
There was a lot going on with the online writing section of Wang Haige Forum. There were a lot of posts, and it seemed that there were posts and replies every minute. Apart from the posts that discussed online writing as the one above, some posts were comments on certain novels, either good or bad. There was something strange going on: if someone posted negative comments, then the following posts were all of similar negative comments with very few exceptions. But if the post was positive, then there would be replies questioning if the author of the post was part of the paid Internet Water Army, or disguising him/herself as an ordinary reader to recommend his/her own work. 
Internet Water Army was a phrase that Zhang Zian once heard from Zhao Qi. Each time Zhao Qi visited the pet shop to buy imported cat food, she asked for a discount for doing him a favor, claiming that if she didn't help him fight the water army hired by Stars supermarket in Wang Haige Forum, his pet shop would have been out of business. He had always doubted this matter. Were there really internet water armies lurking in the Forum?　　
But these had nothing to do with him for now, nor with Pi. He decided to get Pi started with a small goal, which was getting a contract with the website and becoming the 1/9. Others could be done after. According to the posts, if they got a contract, the website would promote their work, and make the novel visible to more readers.　 
But how could they get a contract?　　



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

The 30-year-old Sam Gardner didn't have much education, so it was natural he couldn't find a high-wage job. His previous job was working as a salesman, but he lost that job during a company layoff. As such, he could only work part-time at a gas station while looking for a new job.
Sam Gardner felt that he an extremely unlucky person. 30 years old with no achievements, not even a full-time job. His girlfriend, who had been with him for several years, also left him after he became unemployed. And something that happened not long ago made Gardner realize what "bad luck" truly meant.
While Gardner was walking on the road, he was actually shot by someone, and the shot hit him exactly in the leg.
Gardner had thought that he was going to die. He called the cops, which started a large-scale gun fight later. It was only after Gardner was hospitalized that he found out that the guy who shot him was a hostage of the kidnappers. The hostage used him to alert the cops.
For Gardner, it was really an unexpected disaster. He hurt his leg and could not work for quite a while. And because he was unemployed, he didn't have any medical insurance, so he was worried about his medical bills. He thought that he would go bankrupt because of that.
At that moment, an obese lawyer came to him. He indicated that he was willing to bear all of Gardner's medical costs as well as a sum of money as compensation.
Of course, Gardner agreed to it without hesitation the moment he heard that he could receive money. It was the thing he lacked most. Gardner gave the lawyer the medical bill, and at the same time, he received a check worth 200,000 dollars. He then signed an agreement that stated that he would no longer pursue the matter.
200,000 dollars. It was an incredible amount. It would've taken him four to five years to earn that much money when he was a salesman. It was regarded as compensation in damages, which was not categorized under a person's income, which meant that it wasn't even taxable. With this money, even if Gardner didn't work, he would still be able to enjoy a comfortable life for seven to eight years.
Gardner felt that his luck was changing. He left the old apartment that he originally rented, and moved into a better condominium. He even bought himself a car for practical use.
Then the lawyer appeared again. This time, he even brought along a reporter. They said that they wanted to interview Gardner, and at the same time, they even invited Gardner to appear on a talk show. Apart from that, the lawyer also stated that they were in contact with a publisher. They wanted to help Gardner publish a book titled, "The Bullet That Changed My Life."
Gardner never would have thought that he would have an opportunity like that. He was without a doubt an underachiever back when he was a student, and now he was about to get interviewed by a reporter, visit a talk show, and even publish a book!
...
A talk show was live on the television, and the special guest was Gardner.
"Not long ago, I was a man in poverty. I had nothing, and every day was a struggle. I rented the cheapest apartment and relied on food stamps. I could have gone bankrupt at any time. I made my livelihood by working part-time at a gas station nearby," Gardner said pitifully.
"Stop kidding me. I heard that you recently moved into a new apartment, and you even bought yourself a new car," the host said. He then waved towards the big screen. The screen immediately played a video clip of Gardner showing the reporter around his new apartment and new car.
"Yes, you've all seen it. That is my life now. All of those things are because I was shot in the leg!" Gardner pulled up the leg of his pants as he said that, leaving his gunshot scar exposed.
"I don't quite understand. What's the relationship between getting shot and changing your house and your car? Sam Gardner, why don't you tell everyone your story!" the host announced immediately.
Gardner began talking about his experiences.
"Mr. Gardner, are you saying the person who shot you paid for your medical fees, and he even gave you 200,000 dollars in damages? That is the annual income of a lot of people." The host intentionally showed that he was shocked.
"Yes. He is a good man, and I need to thank him," Gardner said.
"Thank him? He shot you! Not only do you not hate him, you even want to thank him? Is it safe to assume that you have completely forgiven him?" The host continued his barrage of questions.
"Of course, he was also a victim. He was kidnapped and locked in a room without windows. He couldn't call for help or call the cops, so he did it to save himself. I can understand him. Not to mention, he has given me enough compensation, this money has completely changed my life. I don't have to worry about my survival every day like before. I don't have to worry about my credit card payments anymore. I can live in my new apartment and own a new car. This is exactly what I want!"
Gardner paused briefly and continued, "I'm only an ordinary person. I don't want to stand out. My dream is simple. To have an ordinary house, an ordinary car, and to marry the person I love, have some kids, and live a peaceful life. But I've worked so hard for so many years without getting any of that, my dream was gradually moving away from me. But now, I can see the hope for me to realize my dreams again!"
Gardner's words resonated with many members of the live audience. Most people were ordinary; they didn't fantasize about being the best, what they wanted was simply to live an abundant and stable life. However, even with that pure desire, many people were unable to realize it no matter how hard they worked.
Gardner then continued, "Although 200,000 won't let me have everything at once, it could significantly reduce my economic pressures. I have settled all my debts, and I still have a significant amount left. I can get in my car and go to a ball game during the weekends, I can go have a good meal in a better restaurant. And all of this is thanks to the guy who shot me. Thanks to him, I can once again see hope! I feel that he didn't actually hurt me. On the contrary, he helped me. If it were to happen again, I would still be willing to take that shot."
Members of the talk show's live audience began applauding. These people were, of course, planted by the lawyer Wilfrid beforehand. Led by the planted audience, the other audience also started clapping their hands.
After the applause, the camera returned to focus on the host. The host then said, "Getting shot by a gun. Not only does he not hate the person who fired on him, he is, instead, expressing his gratitude! This is the first time I've seen such a situation. Although this sounds extremely absurd, after we've seen Mr. Gardner's current living condition, I can actually understand this behavior of his. Although Mr. Gardner was shot in the leg, he received 200,000 dollars as compensation. He is one step closer to his dream of leading a comfortable and stable life."
...
Under Wilfrid's authorization, many media sources had already interviewed Gardner and reported about him. And in all those reports, Gardner created the image of a lucky person for himself. Gardner also spoke of the 200,000 dollars compensation provided by Dai Li as aid from Dai Li, aid that helped him escape poverty.
The reporters found Gardner and recorded videos and took photographs of his newly rented apartment and newly bought car. Although the apartment wasn't big, the surrounding environment was excellent. The car was an ordinary passenger car, but it was the kind that was practical and popular amongst consumers.
Those were all things that were obtainable for the average person. If what was shown were swimming pools, mansions, or sports cars instead, the general population would feel nothing. That was because they couldn't afford a mansion that had a swimming pool, or a luxurious sports car. For an ordinary person, talking about the luxurious mansion and sports cars were fantasies, and naturally, it would not be able to resonate with them.
However, these seemingly normal things were different; they could reach into the hearts of ordinary people, especially the general population. An apartment located in a livable environment, an average but practical car, those were exactly the things they needed. They were also the things they could aspire to obtain through hard work.
Like the movie "The Pursuit of Happiness," stories where a poor person became a millionaire were indeed touching and inspirational, but for an ordinary citizen, the stories were usually far away. The goal of becoming a millionaire was unattainable for most people. However, Gardner's story made them feel very close. It was very close to their lives, and it even made every normal person feel that they could do it too.
Within a short amount of time, another discussion appeared in public opinion forums. Getting shot in the leg for 200,000 dollars compensation, would you do it?
When talking about money, the previous question that asked, "Would you hurt an innocent person to protect yourself?" The question seemed incredibly empty. An actual 200,000 dollars was being discussed, and someone had actually received that 200,000 dollars in real life.
Under Wilfrid's push, all sorts of survey questionnaires appeared online, and reporters once again went onto the streets to interview passersby.
When faced with money, Americans displayed their honesty decisively.
"Of course I would! It's 200,000 dollars! Look at that Sam Gardner guy, he was only a poor failure, but now he has a car and a house. His life has completely changed!" Passerby A said.
"Of course, I'd be willing! I know that guy called Gardner. He received 200,000 dollars in compensation for damages, and he called the cops to help the hostage who was kidnapped. Not only could you help someone, but you could also get out of poverty. Why not?" Passerby B stated.
"If getting shot once could be exchanged for 200,000 dollars, then please shoot me more! If it were me, if you gave me 200,000 dollars, I would also thank the person who shot me. He's really generous!" Passerby C declared.
In a matter of days, the direction of the news media made a 180-degree turn. Previous public opinion made Dai Li a villain who hurt others to protect his life, asserting that Dai Li lacked morality. Now, public opinion made Dai Li out to be a generous philanthropist who helped Gardner escape poverty, and live an abundant and plentiful life. Dai Li was just doing a good deed.
...
Prosecutor Nick Reese held his tablet and stared at Gardner's photograph the media put out with an ashen expression. He knew that his public opinion offensive had completely failed. Gardner, the man who got shot, actually came out to thank the guy who shot him. From that point alone, Reese had lost this battle outside the court.
The photograph posted by the media is too enchanting for the common people. An apartment in a decent area, an economical and practical car as a substitute for walking, it is the standard package for a normal person. And most members of the jury will be exactly this type of people. If they see these pictures, they will most certainly resonate with them. They will naturally think of the problem from Gardner's perspective. They will also feel that they should thank the accused! Looks like the jury will not be on my side in court.
Reese took a deep breath. However, his eyes were filled with a desire to battle.
That's Wilfrid all right, he really deserves to be called the best criminal lawyer in the US. I must also give it my all! I guess I'll have to go to Plan B…


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

"Department Director Huo, I've completed my research paper." Ling Ran had been an assistant in the resuscitation room during the day. During his breaks, he searched up information on how to write his research paper. He only used two days to complete the article.
His speed was considered fast, so fast that Huo Congjun furrowed his eyebrows and gave him a reminder, "You can write the research paper slowly. You don't have to rush."
"The words just flowed." Ling Ran's explanation was short but solid.
"You shouldn't underestimate research papers. Regardless of how short a research paper is, you have to be serious when you write it." Huo Congjun opened up Ling Ran's research paper and started to read it.
He read it extremely fast. He took a quick glance at the title of the research paper and only scanned through the paper, selecting the important parts. He also just glanced through the medical case mentioned.
But when he reached the end of the research paper, Huo Congjun could not help but go back to the top of the paper and scanned through it one more time.
Huo Congjun commented, "This is interesting. This is much more complete than the outline of your research paper."
He had very high standards. It was quite difficult to get him to say "interesting" at a short research paper with only one case.
A few doctors in the office, who were sitting by their desks writing medical records and filling in forms, could not help turning around.
The layout of Yun Hua Hospital's Emergency Department was designed in the style of a large office. Everyone worked in the large office, including the director of the department and the chief physicians. The surface area of the office was about the size of two classrooms.
However, it was different from the workplace of private sectors. There were not many office staff in the Emergency Department. Everyone could be assigned to spots that faced the window. The only side that faced the corridor was filled with various filing cabinets full of medical cases, and coffee tables.
As for the empty middle part of the office, it was occupied by a large conference table. The departments of the hospital would hold three to four meetings a week in their own departments. They would either discuss cases, reflect on clinical death cases behind closed doors, or convey the will of the higher-ups to the others in the department.
There was no way that anyone could keep a secret in such an office.
As the person standing at the pinnacle of power in the department, Huo Congjun served as the center of attention for everyone there.
Right after Huo Congjun gave his comment, an associate department director walked over with a smile on his face and said, "Department Director Huo, did you just see a good article?"
"Young Ling has very good comprehension skills." Huo Congjun was twiddling with the printed paper. He flipped it up and down while he scanned through it two more times. He then passed it to the associate department director and said, "Doctor Du, you're our department's research paper expert. Come have a look too."
He was called a research paper expert simply because he wrote a lot of research papers. The quality of his research papers were not high, or else he would not have been stuck being a mere associate department director.
The patients demanded doctors to perform good surgeries in the healthcare system, while the medical field demanded doctors to write good research papers.
However, Doctor Du was already very contented with being crowned with the title of "research paper expert". While he commented modestly about how he was just lucky to receive that title, he took Ling Ran's research paper.
Due to Huo Congjun's comment, Doctor Du was very serious when he read the research paper.
Doctor Du merely used a few minutes to finish reading the research paper, which had more than a thousand words. This included the abstract in the beginning and the data listed afterwards. After he was done going through the last page, Doctor Du could not help but look at Ling Ran as well. He stared at his handsome face, his clear jawline, and his features. He scrutinized him for a full ten seconds without shifting his gaze away.
"How is it?" Huo Congjun seemed a little proud by the look on his face. He looked like he was showing off a prized possession in his house.
"It appears that Ling Ran really does have experience with regard to barehanded bleeding control. It's just that his style of writing is a little coarse. The English abstract is also slightly not in line with the norms of academic journals." Doctor Du's mentality when it came to research papers was a little strange.
He was able to become a research paper expert mainly because he spent a long time researching and practicing the writing style as well as manner of composition. In simpler terms, he wrote research papers so many times and so frequently—even though they lacked standard—that he became experienced in writing in the academic language.
Others would only be able to find three to five cases and write one research paper after performing a hundred operations. He would only need to do three to five operations before he found a research gap to publish a research paper.
Others would need to experience troublesome issues like getting their drafts rejected, doing major modifications, doing minor modifications, and many other problematic things, which were likely happen in writing a research paper. He would only need to do some minor modifications before he published his research paper.
Doctor Du had also trained hard in his English, and he managed to publish many English research papers smoothly because of it, making him appear very cool.
However, a medical research paper was only deemed a medical research paper because at the end of the day, it only talked about matters related to the medical field.
Currently, Doctor Du only required one to two months before he casually came up with a research article, which would be featured as the main article in a Chinese periodic medical journal. If he put a little more effort into it, he could actually be capable of publishing a standard SCI English research paper.
However, it would be much more difficult for him if he wanted to push it further to another level.
And the cause of it all at the end of the day was the limitations of his medical skills.
One would find it difficult to perform high-level surgeries if one had weak skills. It would also be very difficult for that person to create any new, groundbreaking methods in the medical world. It was easy to cough up two research papers with ordinary surgeries, but it was hard to publish a good research paper.
Ling Ran's research paper was coincidentally the complete opposite compared to Doctor Du's style of coming up with research papers.
If Doctor Du's research paper held no substance, then Ling Ran's research paper was as tough as a tree that refused to fall even after being struck by lightning.
His writing was nothing special. The language he used was considerably simple, so if Doctor Du really had to criticize it, then he could only say that the writing was crude.
But then again, the main focus of Ling Ran's paper was medical skill, and it was something that Doctor Du wished for but never attained.
At the end of the day, Ling Ran's skill was up to standard, and he had something to serve as his research purpose for his research paper. So, the written content was naturally extraordinarily valuable.
Speaking of which, the simple interrupted suture and the M-Tang technique that Ling Ran possessed were all at Master Level. Meanwhile, his Interrupted Vertical Mattress Suturing Technique was merely at a Specialist Level. Only his barehanded bleeding control was from a Level One Skill Book obtained from opening an Intermediate Treasure Chest. It had allowed him to raise the skill to a Perfect Level in one go.
Perfect Barehanded Bleeding Control was a skill unique only to him in Yun Hua Hospital. He may even be considered among the top in terms of this skill even if he compared himself to other doctors in the Changxi Province. 
There was naturally plenty of research papers, which could be written if a doctor had such level of skill.
The medical field had always been an academic field where those involved in it constantly refined their skills. If a surgeon cut more or less during an operation, the prognosis of the patient would definitely be different afterwards.
There were also far too many things in Ling Ran's research paper about his barehanded bleeding control that could be written in great detail.
The research paper was more than a thousand words. If Ling Ran had been familiar with writing research papers in the academic language, he could have saved at least half of his time.
"It's true that his writing style needs some amendments. The English abstract also needs to be rewritten…" Huo Congjun revealed a smile when he said that. Then he asked, "Where do you want to publish it?"
"I've never published any research papers before," Ling Ran answered honestly.
"You can try getting it published in 'Chinese Critical Care Medicine'," Huo Congjun only said that one sentence before he continued, "Their publication fee is rather high. It's about five to six thousand RMB, I think. When the time comes, you can write up an application. Just fill in the name of our hospital in the affiliation column. You can claim the publication fee from the department."
"All right." Ling Ran did not ask any questions.
"Write it out properly. If there are more things you don't understand, find young Huang and ask him." The young Huang whom Huo Congjun mentioned was a postgraduate student he was guiding.
Many doctors who were department directors in Yun Hua Hospital also had a teaching job in Yun Hua University. For those who had higher statuses like Huo Congjun, they would even have the title of Master Supervisor hanging around their necks.
Young Huang had been working as his assistant for over three years. Truth be told, the chances of him getting to operate were not as good as a resident doctor. But when it came to writing research papers, he had surpassed resident doctors who graduated from the field.
After waiting for Ling Ran to get out of the room, Huo Congjun smiled and said, "Doctor Du, didn't you say that we're having an outpatient consultation for the burn patients from the factory explosion a few days ago? Remember to inform the Medical Affairs Department to have Qi Zhenhai from the provincial hospital join us."
"Have Qi Zhenhai join us?" Doctor Du repeated, feeling puzzled. Soon, he understood what was going on and quickly agreed to do it.
All of the doctors in the office quietly lowered their heads. All of them had the same thought. 'An entertaining show was coming up.'
Everyone surfed the net in the present. People in the field privately discussed the video where Ling Ran shoved his hand right into a patient's abdomen and how he performed barehanded bleeding control.
Of course, no one ever paid any attention to a loser in any field, but it was also difficult to determine the best in any field. There would always be someone who loved to show off. They would not be contented with private discussions and just had to comment on certain matters publicly. Qi Zhenhai from the provincial hospital had been most ferocious when it came to rebuking Ling Ran in his actions.
Naturally, Huo Congjun would not be so naive to think that the man was only criticizing Ling Ran.
The chief surgeon during that episode was Huo Congjun himself, after all!
However, even though Huo Congjun surfed the net, he did not have the habit to upload comments online.
When he wanted to rebuke others, he would normally do so during conferences or meetings where many of those in the same profession would gather together.
Striking your opponent's face directly was always better than raging on your own mobile phone or computer. After all, your enemy did not really exist on the other side of your mobile phone or computer.


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

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