重生到了1984年，杨宇将会如何开启新的人生？
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VOLUME 1
October 3, 1976 - Alana Hales is born
1981 January - Alana's mind stabilises at age 4
1982 November - A month after father's death Alana starts school
1982 December - Alana meets Jake Matthews
1983 January - Alana is given a violin by Mrs Linda
1983 March - Alana starts official karate lessons under Mr Matthews
1983 May - Katherine Hales' condition worsens
October 3, 1983 - Alana's 7th birthday she receives her triskelion
1983 November - Alana has discovered a stalker, crafted her basic Mindscape and Capricorn I created
1984 January - Capricorn II
1984 March - Inventory system Aquarius is created
1984 May - Child services, Capricorn III, Aquarius II
1984 August- Katherine Hales' death
1984 October - Alana meets Vincent de Azrael at age 8
1984 December -Azrael invites Alana to live with him
1985 November - Capricorn IV, Aquarius III, Pisces I created 
1985 December - Knockturn Alley with Azrael
1986 February - Alana meets Roul
1986 November - Alana steals from the Ashworth Summer Estate, Pisces II
1987 January - The Hit on Archie Tryce and the formation of The Nest
1987 March - Hit on Italian Nicholas Borges
1988 April - France, Aquarius IV, Pisces III
1988 May - Germany, Gregorovitch, Capricorn V and Illegimency
1988 July - The Romanians and Azrael's death
1988 August - Destruction of the Wallachia Coven
1989 August - The Italian Otavio Russo arrives in Britain

VOLUME 2
1990 August - John Dawlish, The Ministry of Magic and the introduction of Alana Vincent
1990 September - The train to Hogwarts, the reappearance of Jake Matthews and Ravenclaw sorting. Leoen Volkov and first classes
1990 October - Capricorn V, Aquarius IV, Pisces III. The Potion Book, Fencing Club and Samhain
1990 November - Astronomy Lesson
1990 December - Yule with Otavio, hunting with Raymond
1991 January - Alana explains her 'job'
1991 March/April - Chiara Lobosca and Nymphadora Tonks
1991 June - The salamander incident and the Weasley twins. Capricorn V, Aquarius IV, Pisces IV.
1991 July - The final feast, the Goblin bank and the brawl on wolfsbane
1991 August - Lilith Bathery and the Werewolf pack

With a gift bringing hope, comfort and relief, it was only fitting that Gaia bestow a curse of equal measure. A child to reap what it could not. A child born of death's greed and life's carelessness. Fate was rewritten then with the dignified scrawl of an unknown deity. Screaming and kicking at the divine injustice of it all, a new life was born into the world. Out of the frenzied passions of a drunkard and a drug addict from the shadowed back streets of London came Alana Hales. Out of the tattered folds of deaths cloak came the worn soul of one Alexis Crevan. 

I don't own Harry Potter, The Gamer, the Labyrinth, or any of their characters. If I did, I would be rich.

When I began writing the biography of Death, I was not sure where it would lead me. Real life inspiration and the darkest recesses of my mind competed to see which could be the more sinister. To a large extent I blindly followed them, and merely wrote down whatever sweet songs of madness they crooned to me along the trail. 

Like most writers I wrangled friends and relatives into giving me feedback. One, a millennial snowflake, was invaluable. They seemed to consider this fantasy nightmare I had created, to be some sort of manifesto. For the record this book is pure fiction. Fiction inspired by real world events in a few cases, but fiction nonetheless. Like all works of supernatural horror, this book is meant to be entertainment. It is perhaps a meditation on the zeitgeist of the modern west, but it is still as fictional as 1984 or A Christmas Carol. 

Another person seemed bothered by the apparent moral contradictions in my lead character. To this I can only say that a man is the sum of his contradictions. People love to apply the rules to others, but find reasons to grant themselves exceptions to their own rules. I did not want an incorruptible white knight monster. I wanted a complex and thinking human monster. To my way of thinking his inconsistency was his most human feature, even after he leaves his humanity behind. 

Should anyone find a mirror image to themselves in these pages, then it is only their own ego. The sum of this work has been so thoroughly washed in the waters of horror and fantasy that no living or deceased human could ever be reasonably compared to its contents. 

No rational person could ever compare the buffoons portrayed in these pages to a real life counterparts. Any person contending to the contrary is either a snowflake melting in the flames of my mad vision, or a lunatic in desperate need of having their mental faculties examined by a competent professional, I have time for neither. The fact that this book is fiction cannot be over emphasized. 
 
 -Arthur Thomas VanDelay May 2019

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.

On the fifteenth day, it was rainy and the temperature was only nine degrees.

　　For this match, Florence arrived in Naples one day in advance.

　　"I hope there will be a good weather tomorrow."

　　After getting off the plane, Mikhailovich looked at the sky, then dragged his luggage and led the team towards the exit.

　　They were greeted by a dozen reporters and more than twenty local fans. The reporters gave them fluorescent lights. The local fans gave them a dazzling banner. Without seven consecutive victories, the St. Paul Stadium is the sad place of purple lily !!

　　This is to add a block.

　　Girardino smiled. He had encountered such a scene long ago. Wang Qi pursed his lips and turned to talk with Marco Donadell next to him.

　　Mikhailovich asked the assistant to lead the player out of here, and he went to the reporter alone.

　　A local reporter took the lead in asking: "Regarding the adjustment of the game time, some media believe that it is catering to Chinese fans. Do you agree with this view?"

　　Mikhailovich shrugged and said: "Italian economy is in a downturn and the government is looking for China's support. The government has done so. What's wrong with Serie A adjusting the game time?

　　This shows that Serie A sees the value in the king.

　　I don't think there is anything wrong with this. In addition, at the current temperature, the afternoon game is indeed better than the evening. "

　　The reporter of the Pravda Florence immediately shifted the topic to the coming battle of focus.

　　"Mikhainovich, what formation will you play tomorrow?"

　　The formation often reflects the team's tactical thinking and the team's wishes. For example, the increase in the number of central defenders indicates that the team's tactics are defensive counterattack.

　　The Serbs thought about it and said, "Our game is to win, so our formation is four, three, three."

　　Four three three? !!

　　The reporters showed a surprised expression, how much Serbians want to win.

　　"Is this to tie the club's longest winning streak?"

　　Pravda reporter asked.

　　"I don't deny this, and no one can refuse this temptation, we came to tie the winning streak!"

　　This remark caused local journalists to be scorned, damn it. In your eyes, Naples' current ranking is luck?

　　The Milan Sport newspaper reporter asked: "How do you arrange three strikers? Wang and Girardino have no injuries. They will occupy two positions. Who is the other striker?"

　　In the minds of reporters, Wang Qi and Dilla Gino will of course start, so who is the other person?

　　Wang Qi's position is relatively fixed, left forward.

　　If another striker is Sefirovic, Dillageno will be the center. If it is Adrian Mutu, Gillardino is likely to play right.

　　To be honest, Girardino's best position is the center. In addition to relying on opposing defenders to find opportunities to shoot, his ability to make teammates is very strong.

　　After thinking about it, Mikhailovich said, "Adrian Mutu."

　　The reporters were surprised again. Milan reporter asked, "Who will be the two of them at the center?"

　　The Serbian said: "Of course it is Girardino."

　　Since the center is Girardino, why not send Sefirovic to start?

　　The reporters had more questions in their minds, but the Serbs did not give them a chance to bid farewell to them immediately.

　　...

　　On the 16th, the rain was still falling and the temperature dropped to 7 degrees!

　　At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, both players started to warm up on the court, and some fans began to enter.

　　The São Paulo Stadium is a multi-purpose stadium that can accommodate more than 70,000 fans. In terms of the capacity of the fans, it is second only to the San Siro Stadium and the Rome Olympic Stadium.

　　The greatest player on this course is of course Maradona,

His portraits and photos are hung in many places on the stadium.
　　On June 30, 1984, they took the Argentine king from Barcelona for a record price of 4 million U.S. dollars at the time.

　　The team's lineup has also been rebuilt, with Hiro Ferrara, Bagni and De Naples joining the new team.

　　Soon the team returned to the top of the Serie A rankings. The team achieved the third place in the 85-86 season, which is already a historic achievement.

　　However, in the following 86-87 season, Naples scored a higher level. They finally won the Serie A championship with a two-point lead and scored a 4-0 victory over the Atlanta team in the Italian Cup final. king.

　　In the history of Naples football, although there have been stars such as Zov and Sivori, but it has occupied an important position in world football because of the existence of Maradona.

　　The king of the ball gave Naples his glorious era, scoring 115 goals in 259 games, this number does not fully reflect the great contribution of the king to Naples football.

　　Naples was founded in 1926. In the 58 years before the arrival of Maradona, the Naples team only won the Italian Cup twice and once reached the semi-finals of the European Cup Winners Cup. 1

　　In the 982-83 season, Naples almost fell into the second division and relegated by only 1 point. The following year, the board of directors "emergency" made Maradona's transfer a reality. As a result, the arrival of the king of the ball changed. all.

　　On June 30, 1984, when Napoli's senior officials announced that they had reached a $ 4 million agreement with Barcelona to transfer to Maradona, Naples fans were shocked for a moment!

　　The Argentine in their impression is still fighting the injury. In September 1983, the calf of Athletic Bilbao defender Gojegochea cut his calf, but now he has come to his side!

　　On July 5, 50,000 fans gathered at the St. Paul's Stadium in Naples to attend a meeting between Maradona and the fans. Everyone who came to the scene would remember the magnificent scene at the time.

　　The seven seasons from 1984 to 1991 were the seven years that Naples owned Maradona. They have become a force that has attracted Italy's attention, from obscurity to being able to fight against the powerful northern courts.

　　Third in Serie A in 1986, winning the league in 1987, fighting for Milan in 1988, and finally finishing second in the league; 1989 UEFA Cup Champions, League runner-up; 1990, away from AC Milan, won the league championship ...

　　All this is obviously the greatest gift Maradona gave to the Neapolitans.

　　More importantly, Naples is not a wealthy city. Buying Maradona is a crazy move. The team is unable to build a true giants. Under the premise that the overall level of the team is weak compared to the northern giants, it can also get two The second Serie A championship relies heavily on Maradona, a super strong individual.

　　However, Shinsei did not exchange for death. In March 1991, Maradona was found to be drug addicts), followed by a 15-month suspension.

　　In June 1992,  regained the freedom of appearance in Maradona, refusing to return to Naples, he joined Seville, the end of a most legendary relationship in the history of modern football.

　　In 7 years, Maradona has brought Naples 2 Serie A titles, 1 Italian Cup, 1 Italian Super Cup and 1 UEFA Cup. It is an honor in the history of other southern teams in Italy. No one can match it.

　　After losing Maradona, Naples has emerged Zola, Grand Canavaro, Fonseca, Di Canio, Gianni, and other stars, but they can only manage their own small world, just to put Napoli was used as a springboard to the giants.

　　Leading Naples to confront the giants like Maradona, no one can do it anymore. Maradona not only siege in the frontcourt, but also calmly directs the general's wind in the midfield, and has been in Naples ever since. disappear.

　　No wonder Naples fans are going to make a battle song for Maradona. The song name is: He is much better than Bailey.

　　The charm that Maradona exudes itself is not reflected in the urban economic development and personal character, as sung in the same poem: his light left foot, leaving the earth, when he returns, he is born with magic and vitality. .

　　Maradona conquered the fans with his own skills, and also brought the two league championships to the barren Italian Southern Football. The first championship in 1987, Maradona won by almost one person, 1990 In the second championship of the year, Serie A had already become the "small World Cup" scale, while Napoli has relatively few stars, and it is more difficult to win the championship.

　　Maradona is the greatest star of this stadium. He is also the greatest star of the bright age. He is the second man to be called the "King of Balls" after Bailey!

==WARNING==READ ME==
Assalamualaikum
Hope this synopsis finds you well. 

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

A beat up yellow motorcycle zooms into the parking lot, nearly hitting a group of freshman students. 

'Sh*t!' Thinks the driver, a sophomore with long legs and a bad record of being late to school.

'Not only am I running late on the first day, my teacher has to be Cunningham!' Naomi shakes her head bitterly as she removes her black helmet. Mr. Cunningham was well known for being tough on students, especially those who slip up.

Her tardiness was sure to be a damper on her grades if she didn't hurry or come up with a good excuse.

Naomi runs through the halls, nearly plowing some other late students over.

"Sorry!" she blurts, but doesn't stop or turn around.

Naomi sees the door up ahead! Just ten more steps...

seven...

three!..

The bell rings.

Naomi stops in her tracks and hangs her head, quickly contemplating whether or not to leave. But, no. Many people (especially those she *literally* ran into), had seen her. Playing sick would be useless and blacklist her on the teacher-side for being a liar. All of this passes through her head in a matter of two seconds.

She takes a deep breath and pulls on the door handle, walking into a silent room and a glaring middle aged man.

An idea pops into her head and she fights back a grin.

"I am SO sorry, Mr. Cunningham! I just checked out the most amazing book from the library when I happened to check my watch! I rushed to class, but the bell rang before I could make it! Deepest apologies." She bowed her head for added effect.

"Oh, might I ask what book that may be?" There was a challenge in the English teacher's voice.

Smiling gently, Naomi withdrew the copy of 1984 she had "lost" (aka stolen from the library and paid a fine for) last year from her bag.

The classic piece of literature was sure to win some approval and respect, right?

After a short moment, Cunningham decided to let it rest and bade her to sit down in her assigned seat. Naomi scuttled to a seat next to a boy with auburn hair and devastatingly attractive cheekbones. Cunningham proceeded to lecture the class on his late-work, tardy, and behavior policies, as well as the grading scale and what is to be expected of this honors-level English II class.

Naomi and the rest of the class spaced out for most of it, but refrained from speaking or looking sleepy. Cunningham's wrath was not to be underestimated. It was told that he once had a student that was incredibly intelligent and a great writer, but had rebellious tendencies, such as refusing common Literature theories, interrupting lectures, and putting his feet on the desk.

That student was no legend either, Nate Burns, was so despised by Cunningham that he almost failed the class the first semester.

He threatened to drop out, but knew that would only please the teacher, so he switched to online classes and attempted 32 online writing assignments in under a week that same semester. Nate earned a C+ in the class that semester as a result of cramming in so many writing pieces, but it was better than failing.

Cunningham received no repercussion from the school board, despite his biased grades. He had two Language Arts bachelor's degrees and so, he was the best in the English department, no matter his terrible personality.

Every student feared that story, not wanting to be the next Nate Burns. Naomi was no exception. She knew she had to focus.

Yet, somehow her attention kept swaying towards the new boy in the seat next to her...

Explore the rural, yet scandalous, High School of Naomi Hayes, a girl who doesn't quite fit in but knows how to pull the strings on the social ladder of her single-minded peers. Will she make it to graduation? Or will she finally lose patience and ditch her small town before getting her diploma?

Hello there.

How are you?

Hopefully, you're doing great, I am not so great, today I have to tell my ex-lover about the children we have together and I don't know how to break it to him.

It's been 18 years since I last saw him.

I'm nervous, I'm scared, I don't know what to expect.

I just hope he does not hate me for keeping this from him.
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My name is Kang Titania or Yashuharu Titania the slut.

It's the 27th of July 2016, my birthday, (haha).

I was born on the 27th of July in 1984, I don't have a favourite colour, I have long black hair, but the colour is dull at the moment with all the hair dye. 

I'm thinking of dying it blue next time but my eldest son doesn't agree. 

He said I should dye it black because then I look like his mother, other times I look like a young woman (hehe).

Anyways I wanted to tell you about my story, I'm about to go meet up with my ex at his work and tell him that I the girl he once loved kept what he wished for the most but that is not the only reason why I want to meet him today.

Over the years, my children have continuously asked about him and I always used to just brush it off by saying, he died but that's not the truth.

I said that because I did not want them to hurt the way I did if I had stayed with their father, they wouldn't have been born.

This was the correct decision I made and as their mother it's my duty to protect them but I can't anymore, all three of them will be turning 18 years old in 3 months and it's time to let Yashuharu Yoshino know about his children, the 5 kids I gave birth too, are all his.

You will find out soon why I called this book, Rich Sex.

But after reading my story, I truly hope you don't think of me as a slut anymore.

I only had sex with one man, Yashuharu Yoshino is his name, yes we've had sex in the past, we did it almost every day, I allowed him to enter me because I loved him, I still do, even after 18 years of being without him, I still love that man.

WARNING: THIS NOVEL IS NOT SUITED FOR EVERYONE IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE HUMAN CRUELTY, PLEASE DON'T READ.

Rich Sex is a novel based on real events that took place such as arranged marriages, slavery, harassment, rape and more mixed together with my exaggerated imagination combined together that introduces many topics about human nature. 

**This book is sometimes mistaken as a Romance Novel after reading the first few chapters but it's not, this novel is more in the psychological genre, with some minor funny scenes**
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Book 1 is about the youngest daughter of the Kang siblings, this confused story of hers is only explained after book 2 is complete. (If that makes sense.)

Book 2 is about the psychotic behaviour of the Kang Siblings, at first its a person who triggers the 6 siblings to have a change in them, then everything follows suit.

Book 3: Explains what happened to the characters of book 1 and the conclusion of the story wraps up in book 3.

Beware, I did not take my time editing this.

Li Du did not know much about Audubon, which proved that to work in warehouse auctions, he needed to keep expanding his erudition.
Audubon was famous in the United States. He had been considered a great bird-painter during his lifetime and got even more appreciation after his death. His very name became a symbol of the cause of animal protection.
Founded in 1886, the Audubon Society was an organization with a history of more than 120 years. It was responsible for teaching generations of Americans to love nature. Since its formation, it has become one of the largest recycling organizations in America.
However, it was a little ironic that Audubon used to make his paintings by hunting birds in large numbers to get specimens. At that time, he did not have the concept of environmental protection or animal welfare, focusing on his hobby and the popularization of ornithology.
Nevertheless, he had become known as a pioneer in protecting animals, birds, and the environment. Li Du wondered what the birds that died at Audubon's hands a long time ago would think of that.
Now he had to entertain Bravo Tompsey and his party. The Audubon society was famous and powerful in America, and he treated its representatives with due respect.
Bravo was a man of gentle manners, and after meeting Li Du, they exchanged pleasantries.
Tompsey was polite and his good breeding showed in his speech and manner. Cole was the one who had told him about Li Du, and he probably knew quite a bit of Li Du's identity and work.
Li Du finally understood where the buyer had come from. When he got the book, he posted about it on his Twitter feed and Facebook page. Cole must have seen it and helped him find a buyer.
"Can we see the book first?" Bravo asked.
Li Du nodded. "No problem," He said.
The book was large, and the birds in the illustrations were done in a one-to-one ratio to their real-life counterparts.
The first illustration showed three fat birds with yellow and white markings on them. Bravo saw them and said, "This is the prairie hazelnut. The two ones who are fighting are definitely cocks, and the one behind is a hen. These are two males fighting for territory and a mate."
On another page, the drawing above was more beautiful and complex. There was a nest in a tree with four eggs, beside which there were four birds either standing on the treetop or flying in the air. On a branch, there was a large snake with a white belly and black scales.
"These are the nest and eggs of the brown curve-billed mockingbird. They are the most maternal birds. This snake clearly wants to eat the eggs, and they fight their best to protect those."
In this way, the five men gathered around the desk, turned over the pages, and began to read and discuss what they saw.
On the back cover, there were two birds together. One had blue feathers and the other had purple. Both looked extremely pretty.
Seeing this picture, all five people exclaimed,
"Oh, look here. No prototype has been found yet. This is like an extinct bird of paradise."
"Look how well-preserved the cover is. Other museums who have copies of this book can't boast of anything in such good condition."
"Yes, the back cover of the Smithsonian's Birds of America was badly worn, too. It was the first time I see the image so clearly."
"It is not a real species, is it? It doesn't like any bird I know. "
"That's the value of Birds of America, man. Audubon would not paint birds he hadn't seen before. This beautiful bird definitely existed once, but unfortunately, it is probably extinct by now..."
The five people browsed through the book for nearly an hour, carefully analyzing the patterns on each page.
After they were done, Bravo stroked the book and said, "There are eighty-five species of birds here. Sixty-one are extinct. That's too bad."
"So we should work together to protect the environment. You are doing a good job of teaching people to cherish and care for nature, which is the greatest treasure of mankind," said Li Du.
Upon hearing this, Bravo smiled and said, "We are honored to receive this accolade from you. It is our duty and we hope we can do better."
After another round of pleasantries, Sophie brought the coffee and they began to talk business.
"Would you sell this book? I wonder what your expected price is," asked Bravo.
Li Du winked at Hans. It was his turn to talk.
Briskly, Hans listed the superiorities of this book over any other existing original copy of Birds of America and said, "Sixteen million dollars, gentlemen. That's a fair price, right? It's a national treasure!"
Bravo's side has expressed a desire to buy the book, but they could not come up with more than ten million.
Their offer showed the power of the Audubon Society, a nonprofit environmental organization that could spend ten million dollars on a book!
However, given that the organization was one hundred and twenty years old and had made many investments in the financial sector, as well as received national donations, it was understandable that the Audubon Society was wealthy.
Hans would not accept the offer and gave his word that the book would sell for more than fifteen million dollars.
Li Du didn't expect the book to sell for that much after the previous auctioned copy sold for $11.5 million.
His estimated price for the book was about $11 million, and with inflation and other considerations, he thought it was a fair number.
The two sides played tug-of-war on the price. Bravo's side was very determined and would not go over ten million dollars.
Hans was like a dog gnawing at a stone. Although he was good at persuading, it seemed all his efforts were futile.
However, he was in no hurry to sell the book to the Audubon society. There would be many museums interested in this book.
Li Du listened to the argument. Then he thought for a moment, clapped his hands and said, "Be quiet, people. Please be quiet for a minute and listen to me."
The crowd stopped arguing and looked at him at once.
"Clearly, the Audubon Society's love for the book is obvious," he continued. "We know the value of the book, and the price of ten million is too low."
"Why don't we all take a step back and sell this book for $14 million."
Bravo and others shook their heads when they heard this.
Li Du said, "The price is fourteen million dollars. When the deal is done, we will donate four million dollars to your association. How about that?"
The Audubon Society officials were moved. They huddled and discussed this, and then Bravo stepped in, smiled and said. "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your support of global environmental causes."


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

Amy Pascal showed a very direct interest in Eric: "Eric, you're younger than I thought. I had just entered college when I was your age."
 
"You look very young, Ms. Pascal." Eric complimented.
 
Amy Pascal laughed: "Thank you, Eric. Calling me Amy is fine, I read Jurassic Park, and I really like your writing, so I wanted to ask, are the movie rights still in your hands ?"
 
Eric jolted slightly: "Of course."
 
This time, with the Jurassic Park fame growing, numerous film companies contacted him for the movie rights, but all of them were turned down by Eric. Before he had enough power to fight fairly for his interests, he didn't plan on selling them.
 
"Well, I wonder if you'd be willing to sell those rights to Columbia ? We won't be stingy when it comes to the price."
 
Eric said: "Amy, we didn't come here to discuss about this today. Also, technology hasn't matured enough when it comes to special effects, so I don't plan on selling Jurassic Park's rights any time soon."
"Ah, that's a shame. Well, let's talk about Home Alone then, it's my understanding that Jeffrey has watched and appreciated the movie. Right, I heard that you originally intended to release it through the 20th Century Fox, how did it go ?"
 
Eric shrugged and told her the truth: "The head of the 20th Century Fox Distribution Department, Mr Carter Hunt, didn't even watch the movie, and just bluntly refused."
 
"Carter Hunt, huh, I know him, one really arrogant man." Amy Pascal smiled and said: "Well then, I think I'll take a look at that movie first."
 
Eric nodded, then the three of them went directly to an auditorium at Columbia Pictures' headquarters, gave a copy to the projectionist, and sat on the leather seats.
 
"Eric, you don't seem to be really looking forward to it ?" Before the film started screening, Amy Pascal caught a glance of Eric's face, and quipped.
 
Eric helplessly smiled: "Amy, you know, I made the movie from start to finish, my mind is filled with every shot, and I've also seen it a lot of times, however, I believe you will definitely not be disappointed."
 
The theater lights dimmed, Amy Pascal nodded, and looked back. She had mixed emotions about all this, Columbia Pictures was lacking a good movie project, that was true, but thinking about how they were even reduced to turning their sights towards a high school student's movie, she couldn't help but sigh in the dark.
 
As one of the top management, Amy Pascal was familiar with Columbia Pictures like the back of her hand. This years profits weren't good, if it weren't for the accumulated earnings of their past few years, the company would have certainly faced huge losses.
 
Compared to the thriving Disney and 20th Century Fox, as well as Paramount when Barry Diller was still there, Columbia was like a very old, almost lethargic man. After Ghostbusters got the second place in the box office in 1984, Columbia hadn't been able to squeeze a movie in the top ten in three consecutive years, and this one was no exception. This old giant of the movie world, had become a disgrace.
 
Columbia's parent company, Coca-Cola, had suffered heavy losses last year, and if Columbia still couldn't make any profits for them, it would likely be sold. In fact, the Sony consortium had already made an offer.
 
Amy Pascal had some understanding of Eric, this boy had just graduated from high school, and in only a few months, had published the science fiction novel Jurassic Park, wrote the 17 Again script and startled the entire 20th Century Fox with his acting. If not for him giving people so many surprises, perhaps Amy Pascal would have also dismissed him like Carter Hunt had.
 
Columbia Pictures had also received the 17 Again script, and several producers in the company had been interested, when they saw Eric's condition to star as a lead, they had ultimately given up on it, they just couldn't afford to take the risk.
 
She had heard that Barry Diller had personally approved of 17 Again, comparing him to the mediocre CEO of Columbia Mr. Blount Cohen*, Amy couldn't help but sigh. If the company was in its current situation, it was because of the higher ups lack of boldness and vision. (TL: Name that the author made up, I did some research and couldn't find anything about him.)
 
With the start of the movie, the interesting plot and Stuart Runkle's pranks, Amy Pascal's thoughts scattered as she focused on the screen.
 
Once the movie was finished, Amy Pascal was stunned silly, she couldn't believe that such a great comedy was the work of an eighteen-year-old boy.
 
She excitedly stood up as she faced Eric with a grin and said: "Eric, can you wait here while I make a phone call ?"
 
Seeing Amy's expression, Eric was sure of one thing; it was in the bag.
 
After half an hour, the president of Columbia, Mr. Blount Cohen, and seventy-eight other Columbia Pictures executives gathered together in the theater, and Home Alone was screened once again.
 
They watched the movie in a cheerful atmosphere, and although commuting time was near, no one was eager to leave. After 45 minutes of screening, the higher ups had already started whispering together.
 
Columbia Pictures, in the president's office, Eric and Jeffrey were sitting opposite Blount Cohen, as the latter sipped leisurely a few times on a cup of coffee his assistant had brought him, before saying: "Eric, to be honest, we are very optimistic about Home Alone, so we are willing to offer 10 million dollars to buy all the rights, what do you think ?"
Hearing the price, Jeffrey Hanson who was sitting next to Eric, became incredibly joyful. A one million dollar project and they were willing to offer ten times that, if the decision was his, he would have immediately nodded.
 
Blount Cohen noted Jeffrey's expression and revealed a smile of satisfaction, the company estimated the movie's box office at 50 million $ and they could easily shoot a sequel, so after some deliberation, they had decided to directly give a high price and buy the copyrights.
 
Buy Home Alone for ten million dollars ? Your uncle, I would rather go bankrupt ! Eric couldn't help but swear in his mind.
 
"Mr. Cohen, you must have made your preliminary estimates on Home Alone's box office, right ? Do you mind telling me what the results were ?"
 
Seeing Eric not immediately agreeing, Blount Cohen was a little disappointed, but he still said: "Of course, we feel that, if done properly, then Home Alone's North American box office should do around 30 million $. In accordance with established practice, you, as producers*, can get twenty percent of the benefits, a 10 million $ buyout price is very reasonable. The cost of making the film shouldn't have been that high, so Eric, what are you hesitating for ? Just sign the agreement, and you'll become one of the youngest multimillionaire in Hollywood."
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* As in, those who made the movie, not the name of the job, in case you're confused.

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

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

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ATTENTION!

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

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

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

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

The contents of the card caught Su Mo's attention.
"Lower Lv 7, Book of the Sky Sword. One stroke breaks the firmament, and the sword Qi reaches the clouds; connect the Netherworld Path, and dominate to the last!"
There were few words on this card. Su Mo was thrilled after reading them. "There really is a Royal technique!"
His strength would surge again if he practiced a Royal technique!
"Deacon, what's the price of this?" Su Mo asked as he pointed at the scroll.
The deacon was around 40 years old and had a smooth and gentle face.
"150 million Upper Spiritual Stones, or 150 thousand Supreme Spiritual Stones!" The deacon answered.
Su Mo froze as his eyes glittered and realized how cheap the item was.
Yes, it was cheap!
He had heard that a Royal martial arts technique was a hundred times more expensive than an Upper King martial arts technique, and had assumed that this one would cost at least 300 million Upper Spiritual Stones.
"Do you think that it's very cheap?" The deacon saw Su Mo's reaction and asked with a smile.
Su Mo nodded. Its price was so cheap, it was almost ridiculous!
"It's because this Book of the Sky Sword is a remnant. Otherwise, it would have been collected by the Martial Arts Techniques Hall, and would not be sold here!"
"A remnant?"
Su Mo's brow slightly furrowed. He had thought that luck was on his side that day.
"How many parts of it are missing?" Su Mo was unwilling to give up.
The deacon said, "More than a half of it!"
"And it's still so expensive?"
Su Mo was speechless. Even a complete Lower Lv 7 martial arts technique was worth about 200 or 300 million Upper Spiritual Stones. They were selling this remnant at an unreasonable price of 150 million Upper Spiritual Stones.
The deacon shook his head and said, "Although more than a half of this book is missing, it still has three complete moves, so it's totally worth it!"
He was not lying.
However, there were still several people who did not buy it because of the price.
This book had been on sale for a month. A large number of disciples had asked about it, and yet none of them had bought it.
"Three complete moves?" So Mu was quite swayed. Three was a decent number of moves to have. His Nirvana Swordplay only had four moves.
"I'll take it!"
He did not think twice before he made his decision. As long as it could improve his strength, spending a few stones was nothing!
Moreover, he was incredibly rich, and 150 million Upper Spiritual Stones would barely put a dent in his wealth.
"Haha, deal!"
The middle-aged deacon praised Su Mo's decisiveness.
He then handed the book over to Su Mo.
After Su Mo checked the book's authenticity, he made payment for it with stones.
Feeling satisfied, he left the trading hall immediately.
Just as he stepped out of the hall, a round-faced youth in yellow clothes strode into the hall and went to the Martial Scroll counter.
"Deacon, I've thought it through. I'm buying the Book of the Sky Sword!" The youth told the deacon.
The deacon shook his head and said, "Sorry, Shangguan Yun. It has been sold!"
"What? It's sold?"
The youth's face lost its initial cheerfulness. He asked anxiously, "Who bought it?"
"I don't know. I've never seen him before."
"When was the book sold?"
"He just left!" The deacon pointed at the entrance of the hall.
Swoosh!
The deacon's words had no sooner fallen out of his mouth than Shangguan Yuan had rushed to the entrance of the hall.
Outside of the trading hall, his gaze locked upon Su Mo who was striding away from the hall.
"Stop!" Shangguan Yun barked.
Su Mo had been heading to the Book Collection Pavilion, but was stunned by Shangguan Yun's shout. He turned around and saw the yellow-clothed youth staring at him.
Su Mo was stupefied."Who is he? What the hell does he want?"
Several disciples in the hall were alerted by the bark and had left the hall to find out what was going on.
"Kid, the Book of the Sky Sword is mine!"
Shangguan Yun strode towards Su Mo and threw a storage ring at him, saying, "This is 150 million Upper Spiritual Stones. Give me the Book of the Sky Sword now!"
Shangguan Yun's command was stern and left no room for negotiation.
Su Mo's expression turned cold."God damn it. Why are these kind of su*kers everywhere?" he thought.
All he wanted to do was to quietly improve his strength at Emperor Xuan's Palace. But there was always someone who prevented him from doing so.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Su Mo ignored the storage ring which had fallen to the ground.
"Hum?"
Shangguan Yun raised his brows and his eyes flashed unhappily.
"Why don't you take it? Are you refusing me?" he asked coldly.
"Why would I give what is mine to you?" Su Mo snorted before turning to leave.
"Stop!" Shangguan Yun thundered and swiftly moved in front of Su Mo.
He was determined to have the Book of the Sky Sword. There was no way he was letting it go.
Three days ago, he was interested in it but the price was too high, so he did not purchase the item.
"Don't you know me?" Shangguan Yun asked as he stared at Su Mo.
In the Outer Palace, almost everyone knew him and was in awe of him. Even a Half Step to the Martial King Realm disciples was afraid of angering him.
Su Mo's expression was thunderous. This guy was at the same level as he was. If they were outside the sect, he would have already killed the man.
However, being in the Emperor Xuan Palace, he did not want to make a scene.
"Why would I know you?" Su Mo answered indifferently.
Shangguan Yun snorted and said, "Seems like you're new here. I'll tell you why. My surname is Shangguan!"
"Surname Shangguan?"
Su Mo's expression was blank before his eyes lit up in recognition.
"Does this guy have something to do with Shangguan Hao?"
"Is he Shangguan Hao's brother or relative?"


Su Mo went from the pride of his clan to becoming the butt end of a joke in a matter of minutes. The former King of Mercenaries from Earth was reborn in the body of a boy in a foreign world and had used skills in his previous life to rise to the top among his peers, however, his previous training could only take him so far. The next step in this martial arts dominated world was to awaken one’s Martial Soul.
The awakening ceremony ends in disaster for Su Mo as he awoke a Martial Soul of the lowest level. Such a prodigy is now considered worse than useless as his Martial Soul is far too weak! After becoming the embarrassment of the clan, he discovers that his Martial Soul has a unique property: it could level up! This unique martial soul could shake the heavens. 
It was at this time that Su Mo meets the love of his life but the situation quickly deteriorates when she is taken by one of the most powerful forces in the world. Su Mo must rise from the lowest of the low and reach the pinnacle of power in order to save the love of his live within five years or she will forever be out of his reach.


Bei Yuanqing was very depressed.
Although he was always together with Zhu Ningyu, towards Hua Xiangyu this super-genius, it was impossible for him not to covet her.
But he was really depressed today. Now that Hong Dali gave away the helmet to her, their relationship would definitely improve. Although it was impossible that Hua Xiangyu would fall in love with Hong Dali just because of a helmet, just imagining her calling Hong Dali "Big Bro Dali" sweetly was enough to cause him to be filled with depression.
But so what if he was depressed now? The helmet had already been given out, it was not like he could snatch it away, right?
Of course, it was too late to say anything now—Hong Dali had already placed his hand on the last unidentified item.
It was a book that gave off white light on the outside. This represented that this item couldn't be appraised. It was possible that it was a martial arts secret. Of course, as for what level of manual it was, that was hard to say.
Everyone's heart lifted. What kind of content would this book have? This was a one million dollar book, it definitely wouldn't be some rubbish. If it was really a high-class manual, even if it only enabled them to have 50 times strength amplitude, it would also be worth a lot!
And with this Hong Dali's incredible luck…
"Dali, quick, see what kind of book this is!" Tang Muxin said, "I guess that it's definitely a secret manual! After all, since it was brought into the battlefield, it's definitely not something lousy!"
The rest all held their breath, waiting to see what it would be.
"Oh, let me take a look then," Hong Dali replied and softly pressed the button.
A bright light flashed past and the white light encasing the book finally dissipated, revealing the true self.
It was a very ancient-looking book, but it was somewhat broken. The name of the book couldn't be made out anymore, they could only read a "painting" word at the bottom of the first page. But just from the age of this book and the material, they knew this book must definitely be very valuable!
"Let me take a look first." Hong Dali lifted the book and carefully flipped a corner of a page. After he saw the contents, his eyes suddenly lit up and he closed the book again. Then, he laughed loudly and shouted, "Hahahaha! Top-grade! Top-grade! The book of my dreams, this is the one! I shall pass this down as a family heirloom! Hahahaha!"
Once he said that everyone was astonished!
Family heirloom! Top-grade! Book of his dreams!
What kind of person was this Hong Dali? He was a superprodigal who could give away a helmet that was worth hundreds of millions, yet he actually said that he wanted to pass this book down as a family treasure! Then the worth of this book…
"Dali, Dali." Bei Yuanqing was the most curious one. He stretched his head close, then smiled and said, "Let me take a look and help you appraise it? If this book is really valuable, I shall buy it, what do you think?"
A piece of equipment was still considered easy to replace, except for those which were part of a set. But a martial arts secret manual was different. Why was his Bei Family able to be on par with the Hong Family? Wasn't it because of their "Sky Shocking Divine Skill" which enables the practitioner to have an explosion power of 100 times?
Even if this secret manual was slightly worse off than his family's "Sky Shocking Divine Skill", it would still fetch a sky-high price in the black market!
How would this prodigal know what kind of price it was worth? If he could buy it from Hong Dali for just tens of millions, then sell it for hundreds of millions, he would even laugh in his sleep!
"Ah, you want to see? No, no." Unexpectedly, the previously generous Hong Dali actually rejected this time. "How can I let you see this 'Monsters Battle Painting' so easily? This is a treasure that I am going to use as a family heirloom! No, no. I definitely can't let you see this!"
"Monsters Battle Painting"!
Upon hearing this name, a picture of two monsters battling instantly appeared in the minds of those looking. Especially Bei Yuanqing, Zhu Ningyu, and Hua Xiangyu, these three members of the royal family, they instantly thought of the secret manuals of the powerful Cultivators from the parallel universe!
Those cultivators all had super powerful physical bodies, could summon wind and rain, and their magic equipment could even fight against the starships!
If this was really a secret manual that belonged to the Cultivators, then the value of this book would be extremely terrifying!
"Dali, Dali, let's discuss this." Bei Yuanqing's eyes shone with golden light as he very familiarly hugged Hong Dali's shoulders and said, "I shall buy it, just state a price! You don't have any use for this secret manual, anyway. Think about it, your attributes are so low, you won't be able to use it also, isn't it? But if you sell it to me, you can obtain money! Isn't that the logic?"
He smiled like an old fox, totally different from how hostile he was towards Hong Dali just now.
"I am not selling. Why would I sell this?" Hong Dali shook his head. "These movements in this 'Monsters Battle Painting' are incredible, I have never seen or heard anything like this before. It's definitely very useful. I am not selling this. What if you use this to beat me next time? You are already Second-Order Star Sector-level now, but I am just a normal person. What if you practice this and become Third Order or something, then won't I be beaten to the death by you?"
That's right. Don't sell it to him! Definitely don't!
Hearing Hong Dali say this, Hua Xiangyu was even more sure that this was a secret manual misplaced here from the Cultivator's universe. She vigorously nodded and said, "That's right, Big Bro Dali, you can't sell it to him. If this secret manual is really very valuable, Great-grandmother will definitely be very happy!"
Crap, the Old Madam that this lass mentioned is someone that will kill without even batting an eye. She will rage at any instant! No, I must hurriedly obtain this book before that Old Madam knows of this. If not, I won't have a chance to see the secret manual again.
"Dali, don't rush yet. Listen to my offer first, okay?" Bei Yuanqing winked frantically towards Hong Dali, showing that the price he'd offer definitely wouldn't be too low.
"Oh, that's true." Hong Dali frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Tell me first how much you plan to offer."
"30 million!" Bei Yuanqing anxiously asked, "How is it? You bought this book for a million, but directly sell it for 30 million! A profit of 30 times! Ain't I sincere enough?"
Selling a book he bought for one million for 30 million, this was truly quite a good price.
But Hua Xiangyu anxiously said, "Big Bro Dali, don't listen to his rubbish. If this is a Cultivator's secret manual, even a low-class manual can only sell for more than 100 million!"
"That's right." Tang Muxin anxiously said too, "Dali, don't sell it to him! Let's leave now!"
"Don't go!" Bei Yuanqing tightly hugged Hong Dali's shoulder. He was a Second-Order Star Sector-level, how much strength did he have? Hong Dali couldn't move at all, he could only stay there and hear Bei Yuanqing say, "50 million! How about 50 million? Think about it, this book is broken, it's hard to say if some of the contexts are lost or not. 50 million is definitely good enough!"
50 million to buy a secret manual, Bei Yuanqing was indeed trying all he could now.
However, for things such as secret manuals, that was definitely a case of rather buying the wrong one than missing out on the right one. If he gambled correctly, the power of his whole family would be boosted. After all, the secret manuals from the two universes were very different. If his family could gather the strengths of both types of manuals and improve their family's secret manual, that would definitely be a lot of difference.
"50 million?" Hong Dali touched his chin, then looked around at the other onlookers. He considered for a while and then said, "Speaking of which, 50 million is indeed acceptable. Plus, I can't use it anyway, and you are indeed quite sincere…"
"You are willing to sell!?" Bei Yuanqing was elated. 50 million to buy a Cultivator's secret manual is definitely a huge gain! Hong Dali is indeed a prodigal, hahaha. His intelligence quotient is really low! Bei Yuanqing delightedly took out a bank card and directly transferred 50 million to Hong Dali's bank account, then stretched his hand and asked, "I have already given you the money, you can give me the secret manual already, right?"
"So impatient…" Hong Dali stuffed the secret manual into his hand and said, "What a pity, I haven't seen enough of this 'Monsters Battle Painting' yet. Sigh, you really have it cheap…"
Saying so, he shook his head and pulled Tang Muxin along and left. "Let's go now, let's go walk around at some other places…"
"Huh? Dali, you really sold the secret manual?" Tang Muxin's face was full of unwillingness. "From his expression, this secret manual is definitely very valuable. It's not like you lack money, why did you sell it to him…"
Hua Xiangyu also couldn't understand no matter how she thought about it. However, that book belonged to Hong Dali. Since he was a prodigal and even gave her a helmet worth hundreds of millions for free, selling away a secret manual at a cheap price didn't seem like much too…
Yet, just as they were thinking up to this point, an alarming roar came from behind. "Hong Dali! I am going to kill you! Kill you! What is this that you sold me!? You lied to me!"
Huh? Wasn't the secret manual already sold to him? Why did he say that he was lied to? Could it be that this secret manual wasn't of a high enough class?
Everyone instantly stopped and turned around, then saw Bei Yuanqing rushing over angrily and shouted, "Hong Dali, this isn't a martial arts secret manual, you big liar!"
Huh? Not a martial arts secret manual? Then what is it?
"That's right." However, Hong Dali put on an innocent face and then asked Tang Muxin, "Xinxin, did I say that this is a martial arts secret manual?"
"Let me think." Tang Muxin tapped her lips with her finger and thought for a while, then decisively shook her head and said, "You said that this is a 'Monsters Battle Painting', but you really didn't say that this is a martial arts secret manual…"
"That's right." Hong Dali looked towards Hua Xiangyu and asked, "Sister Xiangyu, did I say that I definitely wanted to sell it to him?"
"No, you didn't." Hua Xiangyu finally understood too and laughed, then said, "Big Bro Dali didn't want to sell it at first, you are the one who insisted on buying it. You didn't manage to buy it for 30 million and increased the price to 50 million yourself, you also actively transferred the money over to him first!"


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


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