"My dearest love. What you wouldn't know won't harm you. But rather it would trouble you. "

Mss. Scarcity is a story of a particular woman with her lover, acquaintances, and dearest friend. 

Here she speaks of her daily routine of a "normal" day of Mr. Angevin office. Although quite frankly it seems quite troublesome much to Ms. Scarcity taste. But alas life has it way in breaking more than one walls. 

The story is written as a letter format. So many of the scene will either be seen as a text, email, or letter. 

Please leave a comment of what you think! :) Your thoughts and feedback are always uplifting.

Gun-Ho came back to Yangju and went back to his work at Bangil Gas again.
Once sales were made, Gun-Ho issued electronic tax invoices and added earnings and expenses to <Daily Earnings and Expenses> table in Excel, and then reported it to the owner.
 
Gun-Ho made sure to collect all receipts of every business expense incurred and attached them with glue to the back of an expense form he had purchased from a stationary store in order to properly document them. If there was a client with an outstanding balance for LP gas, Gun-Ho would make a collection phone call to that client as well. He also ran errands for the owner.
"Years of my life will go by like this?"
Gun-Ho was barely making a living; he felt anxious about getting old without saving money.
"It's Wednesday and I don't hear anything from that company in Asan which I had an interview with."
Gun-Ho was constantly checking his smartphone to see if there was any text message from the company. He increased the ringtone of his phone to make sure he didn't miss any calls. There was no phone call, let alone any text message.
"I don't think I got the job. Let's just move on; it is a lost cause. So many smart people are out there. I can't compete with them with my rubbish work experience and qualification. I just have to appreciate the opportunity for having a job interview with them."
Friday came around after Wednesday and Thursday. Gun-Ho gave up on getting a position in the company in Asan. He once again started looking through the newspaper classified section and WorkNet; however, there was no job advertisement which drew Gun-Ho's attention.
"The companies posting a bookkeeper job opening in a newspaper classified section will hire a female, not me. If they hire a male for the job, that's probably because the position is half bookkeeping and half irrelevant chores."
After work, Gun-Ho usually surfed the internet on his laptop in dim light or he went to the PC room in the neighborhood. He felt like he was falling so much farther behind in life compared to his high school friends, which made him feel depressed.
"Won-Chul Jo who is now married should be doing fine, shouldn't he? Byung-Tae Hwang who is working in a research facility of a startup company in Pangyo is getting married soon. He posted about his wedding on Facebook but didn't personally inform me. He could easily find my phone number by contacting Won-Chul or the others."
Gun-Ho drank soju almost every other day, and that increased his alcohol tolerance.
"I am destined to live in the countryside. My life is f*cked up. I have ShinWangJaeWang fate? ShinWangJaeWang my a*s."
 
It had been more than two weeks since Gun-Ho had a job interview with the company in Asan. The memory of the interview was fading away when he received a phone call from that company, a very unexpected one at that.
"Mr. Gun-Ho Goo? How are you? I am the manager of YS Tech in Asan."
"Oh, hi. This is Gun-Ho Goo."
"I am sorry that we took a long time to contact you. You have been hired as our bookkeeper. Can you start on the 1st of next month?"
Gun-Ho came to his senses by this unexpected and sudden phone call.
"Oh, of course, sure. I… I can."
"You have only five days left until the 1st of next month. Can you manage to quit the current job and start a new job with us within five days?"
"Of course, of course. I can certainly do that!"
"Let me tell you then what to bring on your first day of work. You might want to get a pen and a paper."
"Yes, I am ready."
Gun-Ho was so perplexed that he dropped his cell phone while looking for a pen and a paper, and stumbled over the computer power cord.
"You should bring a resident registration, a resident registration abstract showing the status of your military service duty, your highest school diploma, Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data, Identity Assurance Statement, and a work experience certificate letter from your current employer. I will send the forms for the Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data and Identity Assurance Statement to the email address indicated on your resume."
"Okay. I will prepare all those documents and bring them on my first day of work!"
"You can come by 8 AM on the 1st next month. I will see you then."
"Thank you. Thank you."
Gun-Ho felt so grateful to be hired by this company that he repeated "thank you" twice.
"I got it! I got the job!"
Gun-Ho clapped. He felt like he could fly.
"By the way, why did they call me just now? They said they would contact me by last Wednesday."
Gun-Ho sat on the chair and started thinking.
"I guess that the person they hired decided not to work with them, so they hired me instead as a substitute. Of course, I can't be their first choice. Well, they hired me anyway. Let's move to Asan."
Gun-Ho stopped by the Eunhyeon Township Office to get the resident registration and the resident registration abstract on the way to work after collecting bills.
"I can get my college diploma online, but what about the work experience certificate letter? There is no such thing in Bangil Gas. Well, I can find some samples on the internet and make one for me."
After he returned to the office, Gun-Ho drafted a work experience certificate letter referring to some examples he found on the internet.
"I need the boss' stamp to officially seal this letter… I have his stamp for the tax invoices stamping purpose; should I just use it?"
Gun-Ho thought he still should ask the owner for it.
"When he comes back from the gas pipe repairing work, I will carefully inform him."
A little after five o'clock, the owner came back to the office, looking exhausted.
"A*sholes! They tried to bargain for the repairing cost. I should have just left without fixing their pipes. Sh*t!"
The owner slumped down in his chair, looking really tired. Gun-Ho had to tell the owner that he would quit the job, but he couldn't because the owner seemed very tired.
"Gee, it is already half past five. Goo Jooim, you can go home."
Gun-Ho hesitated and the owner looked at him with a question mark on his face.
"What's the matter? Do you have something you want to tell me?"
"Umm… I am so sorry to tell you that I think I have to move to the city where my parents are."
"Why? Because your father is in the hospital?"
"My parents want me to come, and they are old now…"
"Hmmm…"
The owner looked very uncomfortable.
"I will have to find someone again. I really liked you here."
"Well, I've been thinking, and I think your wife can handle the work. You can save money that way."
"My wife? She doesn't even know how to work with a computer."
"She just needs to get the knack of it. She will become better and faster at the job after one or two months of practice."
"I know I can save money… But she always tries to argue with me whenever she is here in the office. That is the problem."
"Haha. That's because she likes you a lot."
"Well, I will have to think about it."
"I will work until the end of this month then."
"You leave that early?"
"My parents are pressing me."
"Oh well, what can I do about it."
"And once I move to the city where my parents live in, I might need a work experience certificate letter from this company."
"A work experience certificate letter? I've never done it before."
"I already drafted the letter. I just need your stamp. You can use the same stamp we use for tax invoices."
"Really? Then you do what you have to do."
"Thank you."
"Go home before it gets dark."
"Thank you."
Gun-Ho walked out of the office and turned his head to look behind him.
"Bangil Gas. I have so many good memories of this factory. The boss and his wife are good-natured people. Once I become successful, I will come and visit them."
It was getting dark; Gun-Ho drove to the Gwangjeok Township Office area where his room was located. He called the landlord to give him the notice to vacate his room.

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.

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

"For now, I will consider you seriously will protect Lady Sophia."

"Thank you, but I still don't receive a reply from my friend. How long that magic letter arrived at the receiver?"

"The moment when the paper burned, they will appear in front of the receiver."

I see this paper is like email, but why Olivia doesn't reply to my letter?

"Sam, what will you do If I don't receive her reply until tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is the meeting with David Wardenia. If Olivia doesn't reply to my letter until tomorrow, we can't execute our plan.

"We will postpone the meeting."

"You can do it?"

"The meeting is initiated by us, so we can decide the time. But we can't postpone it too long. This town is his territory, the longer we stay, the more dangerous for us."

"I see. If I have got the reply, I will tell you immediately."

"Thank you."

"Let's analyze the next topic. You said we will be taken as hostages and you don't know where he will take us correct?"

"Correct. I can guarantee he will use that trick. We are in his territory and he is invincible here. He can do everything as long as no evidence and witness. I think he will wait for the drug to show it's effect then he will 'bring' us to his hideout."

"Then imagine that happen, how will my friend's aids find us? I can use 'Cure' to neutralizes the drug's effect and see where will he bring us, but I don't know how to tell my friend's aids in our location."

"Indeed, how about using a magic letter? Its size is small and you can hide it. You can bring a Quill pen and a bottle of ink too since they are necessary for the meeting.'

"I see. Do you have another magic letter?"

"Of course we have."

"Then the plan will be executed when I got confirmation from my friend, isn't it?

"Yeah, sound good for me."

"But why Lady Sophia never join the conversation?"

"Don't mind me, Vin. I don't really know those stuff, but I trust Sam will do his best for my safety."

"Thank you, my Lady."

'Umm."


"Vin, let's choose your clothes for the meeting tomorrow."

"Okay, but please make it quick. I want to stroll around the city. I want to see David's mansion and maybe we can find useful information."

"Yeah, I think the same too."


"Please have a drink before we go Vin, Sam."

"You are right Lady Sophia. Please wait for a moment."

Yeah, I feel thirsty for 3 hours on a trip to this city. I hope there are ice cubes to cool the water.

Sam then went to the kitchen and prepare several drinks.

"Here my Lady, and this is for you Vin."

He brings 3 fancy ceramic mugs filled by iced tea. Hell yeah, this is very good.

"Drink to your heart 's content, there're second if need be."

"Isn't this tea expensive?"

"What are you saying Vin? You're my employee and this treatment is just like an investment to improve your performance to me."

After saying that, Lady Sophia drink the iced tea gracefully. At that moment I feel her 'noble' aura even though she was commoner. If she tells me she was noble, I think I could believe it.

I drink the iced tea slowly while savoring the cold sensation.

After replenishing ourselves, we will get back to the store. Sam locks the house again and we enter the store. Sam leads us to a special corner on the first floor.

I can see a lot of fancy clothes like the ones worn by the nobles in novels.

Sam takes a black short-tunic with the smallest size to fit my body. The tunic made of silk and very comfortable. I choose the tunic with long sleeves to hide my daggers. Surprisingly the short-tunic is fitted with my body and doesn't hinder my movement.

Sam also takes trousers to match my tunic. He prepares a leather belt too.

"Woah, you quite handsome with this outfit huh. Not bad."

Ehhh Sam praises me.
I never see my face though, so I don't know he genuinely praises me or insults me. I hope that the house has a mirror.

"Vin, you look very nice on that outfit. Your aura is different."

Even Lady Sophia praises me. Maybe Sam is seriously saying that. This outfit is so much different from my casual shirt given by Olivia. I choose a casual outfit because I don't want to stand out too much and avoid trouble.


"Thanks. I've been choosing the outfit, let's stroll around the city."

"Wait, I and Lady Sophia need hooded robe to keep our face hidden. We don't want to be spotted by David's man."

He takes two black robes with his size and Lady Sophia's size

Sam give my outfits to nearby employees and tell him to bring it to the private house. Sam also gives the key to that employee.

"Why you give the house's key easily to your worker? He can steal your expensive stuff isn't it?"

"They won't do it. When we interview our employees, we make sure we choose someone who doesn't have criminal records."

"How can you know if they have criminal records?"

"In their Identity card, you can see it if they ever become a prisoner in the Justice Guild."

"Besides that, our Company pays them higher than what they expected if they work flawlessly. So they won't do anything like stealing our stuff."

"I see."

We exited the store after they wear their robe and use the hood to cover their faces.

Outside the store I find huge bustling crowds and several horse-carriages pass across us. Various stall lined beside the streets, overflowing with clamoring liveliness.

Because of this era, Most of the Kingdom is uninhabited land, so people will tend to swarm cities or villages like this.

And I want to try various food here, but I can't afford to do that, because of my mission. We immediately go to the North Quarter to find David's Mansion. Luckily his mansion located near the center of town, so we don't need to go deeper to North Quarter to find it.

His Mansion is very large with a two-story building. It's size even comparable with the City mansion. From the distance, we can see two guards, but there aren't Golden star crest on their breastplates.

"They are private guards. They swear their loyalty to the noble who employ them."

"What is David Wardenia rank?"

"He is Count."

His ranks is quite high huh.

I want to see if his mansion has a backyard or not, but we can't come closer because we need to pass those guards in front of the mansion.

In the North Quarter, I don't see any royal guards patrolling here. Probably because this private guard already here to protect this quarter.

We decided to stop our investigation today because we can't get much information.

"Is there a place to find more pieces of information about David? Like bar perhaps?"

"This is his territory, I don't think we can get that information easily. There is a bar here, but you can't enter because of you still minor. I can't go here too, because no one will guarantee my safety."

We meet a dead-end huh.

In the end, we stroll around the city until evening. We buy a lot of food at the stalls. Sam even buys me 5 mithril daggers. He really bet everything on me now.

In the evening, we return to Lady Sophia's private house.

Looking for anti-mainstream isekai?
Try to read my novels!!

Warning: This novel is slow-paced, I hope you don't bored.


Synopsis:
A child was raised to become a professional assassin.That child doing that to avenge the death of his parents. But he realized that he had been working for the murderer that he was looking for. After he had done various dirty things and killed many people, he eventually realized the fact. Even so, he managed to get his revenge but lost his life as a price. But not the realm of death awaiting him, but a new world. With various complicated situations, various problems will come to our MC.


Author Note : 
-I apologized for my terrible grammar and any typo.
-This is my first time writing a novel. I hope u will kindly give me support like critics and advice to improve the story quality.

-I don't own the image on the cover

Qin Guan cleared his throat to suppress his laughter. He waited outside until the girl got dressed.
 "Don't stay around. Go!" Qin Guan shouted rudely at the model, keeping up his performance.
 "Oh, thank you. I’m leaving..."
 Trembling, the girl looked up and got a hold of his collar. She tried to keep her savior in her memory.
 The pores on Qin Guan's face were invisible in the dim light. There was a beautiful shadow above his lips. Of course, one had to ignore the torn uniform with the blue stripes, which was stinky in the summer.
 Lisa smiled in relief. She bowed before Qin Guan to express her gratitude.
 Qin Guan just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Everyone would have helped a little girl unwilling to do such a thing.
 "Go home as soon as possible. Take care of yourself."
 Qin Guan waved at Lisa and left the corridor with his backpack.
 He had to return his outfit to the assistant waiting for him. He thought she would blame him for being late, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she gave him a piece of paper with her phone number.
 Qin Guan was in a relationship though, so he threw the paper into a trash can after leaving the building.
 Giant colorful advertisement boards were hanging on the tall, cold buildings. Cars shuttled back and forth on the streets. Behind the bustling scene, sin was always lurking.
 Qin Guan relaxed only when he got home and found Cong Nianwei in the kitchen.
 "I’m back."
 "Welcome home."
 It was sunny the next morning. The fragrance of pine trees on campus covered the ugliness and darkness of the previous night.
 Several weeks after classes had begun, the students already had to take quizzes. Qin Guan was surprised by the random timing.
 The instructors didn't take inferior things like cheating into consideration. The answers to practical questions couldn't be found in a textbook.
 As his classmates were writing swiftly, Qin Guan handed his paper in. At Columbia, students could hand in their papers at any time, which saved them time for the next subject they had to study for.
 Qin Guan gestured at Xu Xiaoxiao to call him later and rushed out of campus.
 As expected, he got a notice from CK about the final interview. He had to have final sample measurements taken at the CK headquarters.
 If he didn't do anything wrong, after a small conference regarding the autumn collection, he would get a contract for the New York Fashion Week.
 That was his final goal. He sent the notice to Sister Xue.
 Considering her keen instinct for trends in the fashion circle, Sister Xue must have known about his intention to choose between those three brands.
 She didn't disappoint him. As soon as she got Qin Guan's email, she began to make future plans, even though it was late at night.
 First, she would release the news to his fan club, and then she would intervene with the promotion plan New Silk Road had decided on.
 Wearing his school uniform, Qin Guan went into the building without a pause.
 He looked professional, indicating his identity to the security and reception staff.
 He is definitely a new model of some designer.
 Sitting in a small meeting room, Qin Guan began to exchange information with other models, from whom he learned about the importance of the final test.
 The final test was not just for the chief designer and the designing department. It was also an important event for the photographers, the PR department and the operational department. They all gathered together that day.
 The small launching conference was not just about the next collection. It was also CK's final test of the market before the New York Fashion Week.
 There would be three top brands from France and Italy at the fashion week, which made CK, a traditional brand from the US, feel threatened.
 Unlike CK, which was very flexible, they were brands that tailored to traditional styles. Upper-class men always preferred extreme elegance though. CK had to stress on the trend.
 That was the reason they were using their full strength.
 As the models of the apparel group entered the bustling backstage area, the underwear models got off the stage and changed clothes behind the curtains. They turned around calmly and began to swiftly put on their outfits.
 A designer with all his tailoring tools hanging from his body asked the models to get on the stage one after the other.
 Qin Guan was pulling his sweater down when he saw Lisa staring at him with red cheeks.
 The girl had recognized her savior right away when she had gone backstage. However, the noisy crowd discouraged her from walking up to him.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

As I completed writing my sample draft for 'The virtue magazine' , I sent it to them with my info. I knew that I was going on a blind path as I hadn't received any special coaching for it, all I had was my love for writing. 
The next morning when I woke up, I felt fresh and new as an infant. It felt just like the old saying that, behind every successful day there is a good night sleep.
On checking my emails I found an email from the virtue magazine, saying that they'd like to meet me today in the afternoon. Well that was really fast in my perspective as the other companies in which I had applied took months to respond me and some others never did...
I got ready and attended other scheduled interviews and finally reached on the informed venue by virtue magazine. I had a talk with its manager and told him that I didn't have any experience in this field. He thought for a while and told me that, ''we'll let you know, if there's a concern regarding this.'' And then he ended our meeting without any further questions, greeted me and left. This interview was the best one I've ever attended. 
After a few days, I received 2 emails, one from 'The virtue magazine ' and the other from ' I - Tech commercial '. Both those emails said that I've been selected and I've been called to discuss the necessary terms and conditions. I was called on the same day for both of them with their timings almost clashing, so it was like either I live my dream or give it another try living someone else's dream. I was really tensed about deciding which way to choose. I didn't do anything after that, I just went to my room and slept.

This is a story about a guy named Arata Hozuki. He was forced to choose a career of his father's will and give up on his journalist dream and He eventually turns out to be a jobless failure. Will he give up and continue his life in misery or will he.....

When things didn't make sense, Mr. Smith knew the best way to find out what didn't fit was to keep digging until you found that one piece of information that made everything make complete sense. He knew the answer was just waiting to be found, he just had to do a little digging to find out what it was. To him the current story didn't make sense. Private investigators don't turn on a dime for no reason at all. Jessica Johnson didn't win any lotteries in the last day or two, so what was Edgar Willis' reason for his sudden change of heart? They were confident that a lack of funds would encourage all the PI's to turn her away because they didn't have the manpower or the resources to conduct that kind of search without good financial support. Ms. Johnson still doesn't have that kind of finances, so what had changed?

     Did Edgar do a little research of his own and become sympathetic to her cause? It's very possible and wouldn't be the first time it happened to the program either. Not the kind of PI they want on the case; a believer. Edgar Willis didn't at first seem to be that kind of guy, so if he's not a believer and not a member of the good will, then what the hell was driving him to dig into the case and help her out? These were the questions that kept Smith up at night, and determined to find the answer, he called in a few favors to audit a few accounts and find out what or who might be paying for this adventure. Someone had to be paying for it, and if wasn't Ms. Johnson it had to be someone else because Willis didn't seem like the kind of guy would eat that kind of bill. His partner Tucker was too frugal to let something like that ruin their already fragile business. The answer was out there and he was determined to make sure this reason wasn't going to be a serious threat to the program.

     After waiting hours to hear back from someone who owed him a few favors, the email he had been waiting for finally arrived. Mr. Smith eagerly opened the email and started to scan the details he had asked for, which were delivered without a single question. His contacts knew better to ask, and whenever they were in a bind... Smith made sure he did whatever was in his power to return the favor. As he was scanning through the numbers on the email, he came across something that just jumped out at him like a naked guy in a crowd with his hair on fire. These kind of numbers changed everything. It was the reason he had been looking for, and it was disturbingly large number. A number large enough to disturb the boss about it as Smith flipped open his cell phone and immediately contacted his boss.

     "Mr. Carlson," Smith started, "I believe we may have found the reason for Edgar Willis' sudden urge for charity."

     "I'm listening." the voice on the other end said.

     "Less than 48 hours after Ms. Johnson showed up for her second interview, Willis and Tucker's firm got a massive payday from a company called Dryden Suppliers. We're talking high seven figures, very close to becoming eight. This would explain why someone like Edgar Willis would take up a charity case. He and Tuck suddenly have the financial security few PI agencies have to work with."

     "This seems too good to be true," Carlson responded, "Should we knock this sudden payment to coincidence? This is rather opportune for Mr. Willis to get enough money to take on Ms. Johnson's case mere days after she first arrives."

     Mr. Smith had the same feeling, "Do you want me to trace this company and try to find out who authorized the payment?"

     "Yes," Carlson approved, "But while the size is massive... PI's have a habit of being paid late by some clients. For all we know this is a back payment for years of work that was never compensated. This kind of payment isn't uncharacteristic for that particular industry, but this does concern me a little bit."

     "How so, Sir?" Smith asked, somewhat curious.

     "Because this could mean Edgar might have taken the case for personal reasons rather than for money." Carlson paused for a moment, "I want you to search the manifest. Find out if either Mr. Willis or Mr. Tucker has any connections to any of the residents under our care."

     Smith thought that seemed pretty reasonable but it was never something he considered. That's why the old man gets paid the big bucks, "I'll get on it immediately. I had their office bugged so we could find out how involved they are with Ms. Johnson."

     "Isn't that a tad premature?" Carlson said with a somewhat disappointing tone, "When did you have this done?"

     "Well, after Ms. Johnson left last night after her second visit." Smith answered, "I authorized the guy I have watching the building to tap the place. She had been in there for over four hours. The next time she visits I want to know what she's talking about and what they think about it."

     "Alright," Carlson said, "But try to pass this by me next time."

     "Yes, Sir." Smith said, "I just thought it would be good to know how involved they're going to be in the case and whether or not they might present a threat to the program."

     "Well, what's done is done." Carlson said not nitpicking over spit milk, "Just don't do anything else over there without prior authorization."

     Smith took a deep breathe, "I will Sir, sorry about that."

     "That's alright... I know your head is in the right place." Carlson said as he tried to be understanding, "We have to be careful because the last thing we want to do is fuel Ms. Johnson's paranoia, which will in turn fuel Willis and Tucker to keep looking into this. Understood?"

     "Yes Sir, perfectly." Smith said, trying his best to be respectful.

     As he hung up the phone, Smith had decided it was probably best not to mention the letter that that his man left in Tucker's mailbox. He was pretty sure that the threatening letter might have upset the old man if he had told him. Yet the more Smith thought about it, the more he realized that the old man was right. All that letter might do is legitimize their fears and paranoia about the conspiracy theories and motivate them further. Smith started to regret sending it, but it was done. It couldn't be taken it back. He started to look for new answers, but his work was quickly interrupted. He got a text message on his cell, and upon reading it he called that person back immediately.

     Something had happened, and Smith had a feeling that he wasn't going to like it.

Years after a mysterious plane crash, a woman feared dead is spotted at an anti-war rally. A private investigator named Edgar Willis is hired onto the case, however, he must abandon his virtues after learning of the real destiny of the airplane.

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*Questions To Ask:

1. Destination (what is the city or state)
2. check-in / check-out  (when is the check-in/check-out)
3. Number of guests
4. Number of rooms


*Booking Process:

1. Ask questions
2. Fill in forms
3. Make a recap

**Sample Questions: 
--->Do you have specific hotel in mind?


*Closing Spiel:

"Have I answered all of your questions?"

[If Yes] ---> "Thank you for calling the [Company Name}, Good Bye?"

[If No] ---> "Is there anything else I can help you with?


*Special Request Spiel:

"I will be submitting this request to the hotel, but please be advised that it is subject to availability  at the time of check-in and there will be add on charges."


Question Spiel:

"How do you prefer to pay the reservation?"

*After the booking, make a full recap.  Provide the following information as you will get into the payment.

*Customer Changed His Mind Spiel:

"It is okay if you are not going to book now, but rates and availability are subject to change."

"We still have a room for a cheaper cost, would you like to have that?"

***[Give acknowledgement statement]

*After completing the booking, provide the itinerary number for the transaction.

Itinerary Number Spiel:

"I am going to send you the email right now. You will receive an email within 24 hours."

***[Put the name of the traveler who would book the reservation.]
***[If the caller is the traveler, his name should be put on the booking reservation.]


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Lists of thoughts... Random thoughts... (considered as communion to God Almighty!)

Today, Old Master Lu was very happy. It could be said that all his gloominess from before had been swept away. Initially, he had been terrified to have taken on such a horrible form. Although he had told everyone he was an ice-cream, he had known exactly what sort of creature he looked like in his heart.
Everyone in the surroundings had been mocking him, telling him to evolve into a pile of shit...or simply a bag of fertilizer.
Truthfully speaking, in this game that didn't allow one to delete their accounts regardless of what they evolved into, he wasn't able to accept it!
After spending his time in agony for two days, he finally gathered the courage and went to ask the instructor as to what he would evolve into. In the end, when he moved nearer to the instructor, the overlord next to her already pointed at him and cried out in alarm, "Feathers, a ball of feathers!"
At that moment, his heart turned cold!
But in the end, the instructor's next sentence was that he was a phoenix seed. Upon hearing that, he suddenly felt joy as though he just struck the lottery!
Until now, he was still feeling dizzy.
(I am an awesome phoenix?)
(Wahahaha, as expected...the heavens help those who help themselves!)
(Didn't I say that I've been attracting online traffic every day with my posts for the game. Even if I didn't get any credit for it, I did still work hard, right? How can the game bear to let me evolve into shit?)
He, who was still lost in excitement and happiness, suddenly received an email from the official game station.
"Dear player [My ancestor Old Master Lu didn't Cheat]. Hello, firstly, the game's backstage staff want to thank you for your selfless promotion of the game. Through the discussion of the work team, in order to thank you for your support, we gave you a special reward, granting you the bloodline of a hidden job. You should have already received it in game. But yesterday, the game's A.I. reported that all the elf players displayed immense dissatisfaction toward you possessing a hidden job. Hence, we hope that you could write another article regarding the strategy guide about the benefits of ordinary elf jobs to placate them. As for the information needed, we have already sent it to your email. In the future, the work team will give you remuneration according to the effects of your guide. We also hope that you can continue to support our game. Thank you!"
Signing off: Xiye Game Studio, sincerely wishing you well.
After receiving the email, Old Master Lu was stunned for some time. He then shouted in excitement, "As expected!!"
After that, he read through the content of the email many times, tears flowing down his face. As expected, his hard work wasn't wasted. The game studio truly had a conscience. His ancestor must be blessing him, allowing him to acquire a hidden job.
When he thought of this, he hurriedly replied to the email.
"Hello to every boss in the gaming studio. Firstly, I am really very honored to be able to receive the recognition of the official game station. Being able to write for such a wonderful game product, it's really my, Lu Xiaowei's, glory to be able to do so. The humble me appreciates and admires the efforts of the work team very much. Such an era-crossing game yet still choosing to treat the players so well. In addition, there are no moods to purchase anything in-game at all, resulting in the loss of a source of income for the gaming studio. I'm really very impressed by the work team's far-sighted strategy and will definitely do my very best to promote the game. I'll give all my meager strength to do so, and there's no need for your side to mention anything about remuneration. Lastly, I'm very thankful for the work team to grant me a hidden job. I wholeheartedly wish for [Star Ocean] to be popular, becoming a wondrous divine work that would never die off!"
Old Master Lu glanced at the email he wrote. After looking through a few times, he then carefully hit the reply button. He didn't expect his actions to be able to gain the notice of the official game station. This was truly a huge surprise. The excited him hurriedly tactfully declined the mention of remuneration.
He didn't care about this bit of remuneration. The cafes of his Lu Clan were extremely prosperous back in the time of his ancestor. Although the business had declined a lot when it came to his generation, he still wasn't thinking much for this bit of remuneration. Comparatively, he regarded the business value of this game much more highly.
Right now, the game showed no signs of earning any income by creating an in-game store. Since this was the case, this meant it was most probably planning to go for the gift card system, a one-time fee or a monthly fee system!
What did this represent?
This represented a huge business opportunity for the players.
As for charging a fee for in-game items, those p2w players wouldn't mind mindlessly throwing money at the game station. But then the space where top-quality players could perform would become very limited. If the balance of the in-game store was not that good, there was basically no space for normal players to perform. But if this game adopted the game style of [Titan], which implemented a one-time fee, things would be different!
Everyone would be on the same starting line. In that case, players who had spent a large amount of time and energy would have the advantage. This would also be fair as top-quality players had an even larger space to perform!
Originally, he felt that he no longer had an opportunity to make his ancestor's former glory to re-appear as he missed the starting phase of [Titan]. Yet, he didn't expect that he would encounter another divine work like [Star Ocean] in his robust years, and he even received such preferential treatment. This time around, if he couldn't succeed, he would truly have wasted the bloodline of his clan!
After all, his ancestor was a man who could go head-to-head with the number one mid-laner, FAKER, of the league of legends back then and boasted of a 50% win-rate against him. So, as his descendant, how could Old Master Lu's talent be weak?
When he thought of this, Old Master Lu grew increasingly emotional. He drew in a deep breath and opened up the information that the official game station had sent to him. He was preparing to use the information and write a good article. Maybe, they would then give him some good items in-game to reward him. This was a rare-to-come by backdoor chance; hence, he had to do this well.
Moreover, his hidden job was truly too ostentatious. Humans wouldn't worry about scarcity but uneven distribution. This hidden job of his would easily arouse jealousy in others. By writing this article well, he could lower the risks for himself.
Hence, he concentrated and read through the information. This read actually caused him to tremble. The system of this game was not ordinarily huge. If it wasn't because the game's performance in the early phase was so good, he even doubted if the game system could sustain balance when so many complex jobs were introduced. Just the elf race alone had so many jobs. There was even a note in the email saying that there would be even more races to choose from for new players in the future!
The more he thought about it, the higher the anticipation he felt in his heart for the game's later phase!
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On the other hand, Xiye felt a little ashamed when he saw Old Master Lu's reply which stated that he didn't want any remuneration. Using his subject's natural talent like this while giving him nothing, even scamming him that his evolution into a phoenix seed was something given by the 'game', was this idea a little too dirty?
Could he really be a black-hearted overlord?
(Mn...This is just a makeshift stratagem due to my temporarily poor finances. In the future, when this overlord struck it rich, I will definitely treat these honest and simple indigenous players kindly.)
"Ding! Hello, respected Overlord Xiye. The few high-grade jobseekers you booked have already confirmed their interview timings. Do you want to meet with them?"
This voice caused Xiye who was thinking of other things to awaken from his stupor. After that, he collected his thoughts. This should be the reply sent to him by the talent network. He hurriedly opened up the email.
He read through the content. It basically stated that the recommended high-grade instructors were willing to meet him for an interview. Xiye felt his heart shake with excitement when he saw this. He stood up and rubbed his hands. He then instructed the A.I. to help him monitor the elves' evolution. He then prepared himself and headed out for a long journey.
As long as all of these things were settled, his first batch of basic combat force would appear and his large-scale expansion plan could finally be started!


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


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