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"Yes, place it right there.."
"Be careful, please, place it symmetrical on both sides."
"..."
Akabane was busy ordering his workers to decorate his store.
"It looks like your hands are full? How long will it takes to finish?"
Just when Akabane was busily ordering, a voice came from above him.
He looked up and saw Tsunade in her training uniform stand on the ceiling.
"I'm occupied right now."
Akabane swept his temples. Akabane had been started to renovating his store for a few days now. He had to use Shadow Clone Jutsu at least three times a day to reduce the workloads. For these past two days, he had used more than 100 points to increased his chakra by 1 point and his physique by 5 points.
"I'm here to see your progress. Uhh, by the way, has Jiraiya visited you recently?
Tsunade's disdainful expression was somewhat worried.
She hasn't seen Jiraiya for two days since she last hit him after he showed her his comic.
"Jiraiya?"
Akabane was startled slightly, and she also misunderstood what he said last time when she parted and left with a look of excitement, did her feelings just disappear?
Tsunade noticed that Akabane's expression was slightly different, and immediately asked him again, "Have you seen him?"
"Yes, I've seen him, he showed me his drawing of two pages, and I tried to explained that he still has a lot to learn, but it looks like he misunderstood my words."
Akabane pondered for a moment and decided to tell his guess, "I want to find him, you might as well check every woman's bathhouse in Konoha."
"Woman's bathhouses?"
Tsunade was stunned for a few seconds. After thinking about it for a moment, she clenched her fist and said angrily, "That pervert! I must teach him some sense!"
Then she left angrily.
Akabane was speechless for a while.
He didn't expect that Jiraiya would be so enthusiastic after heard his comment.
"Ahh! Forget it. I have other things to handle right now." Akabane thought for a while and decided to ignore it. He was already full at hands. Why bother thinking about anything else.
Besides, Jiraiya would still fine even if he got caught.. right?
After a few hours of renovating, the store gradually became tidier and slowly getting closer to what he had planned.
"Akabane, there is a cart waiting outside that brought hundreds of your comic books. It looks like it wasn't sent from our clan."
Akabane's father notified him about his comic book shipment.
"Oh, it finally arrived! Thanks, father, would you help them to put the stuff inside please?"
Akabane looked overjoyed.
The printing factory delivered his order in time, which excites him a little. He wants to open the boxes immediately.
After a while, Ichiro Noda from the printing factory greeted Akabane personally while brought boxes of books behind him.
Noda Ichiro bowed and greeted Akabane sincerely. "Nice to meet you again, Kurama-san, I've brought your order as we agreed upon. Where do you want us to put this?"
"The feels is mutual, Ichiro-san, please arrange them accordingly at the cabinet over there."
Akabane talked as he pointed out the cabinets.
The word "draw" was written on the cabinets.
My greatest knowledge that I brought from my world was this draw method. This allows the costumers to spend their money more than they should have.
"Understood, please let me and my workers do the unload, and you can rest assured."
Noda Ichiro nodded again, and the other workers started actively unloading his comics to the cabinets.
Akabane took a moment to observed their works. They have unloaded the boxes swiftly. After all, they are the printing agent that grandma Mito herself recommending.
Only by looking at how delicately they worked, Akabane felt relieved. Otherwise, It would take him more time if he does it himself.
Once they've finished unloading, Akabane has just finished arranged various rewards for the lottery. It will take a while for so many people to help. Once the comic books are full of shelves, Akabane has just finished the various prizes in the lottery.
…
At this time, his comic store has fully decorated and ready to open.
Akabane once more checked his list, when he saw a figure slowly appeared in front of his door.
It's Shikato!
As he approached, he looked up and saw Akabane holding a wooden sign.
"Akabane's Comic Store, huh? It seems that I'm your first customer then."
Shikato then greeted him.
"Yoh Shikato! Why are you so well-timed?"
Akabane wondered why Shikato always came at the right time.
"Yeah, I saw your store yesterday and decided to take a look."
Shikato answered honestly that when Akabane put up the sign.
He walked into the store, picked up a comic from the shelf, then brought it to the cashier.
"The total is 100 ryō, and there is a prize of a poster as you're my first customer, and you'll get one shot at the draw to get a chance for another prize!"
Akabane explained the detail as he thought of what poster Shikato get as his first costumer prize.
Then he found a rolled-up poster of Shikamaru Nara, which he thought would be the most suitable for Shikato.
Shikato just came to the store to check how is Akabane doing and buy a copy of his comic. He didn't expect that there was another prize, so he took it by surprise, and then saw Akabane took out a box with "Draw" written on it.
"Should I take something from inside?"
Akabane replied with nodded.
He froze for a moment and then reached for the lottery box.
Since he didn't really hope much, he just takes the first thing that his hand touches and take it out.
It was a piece of paper, Shikato curiously opened the paper, and there's a letter written on it said: "Thank you for your patronage."
The letter doesn't satisfy his curiosity. He glanced at the text on the side of Akabane's cardboard box.
50% probability: Thank you for your patronage.
30% probability: a small poster
10% probability: a medium poster
1% probability: a special poster
"In other words, there is a 50% probability that I wouldn't get anything?"
Shikato felt somewhat upset and helplessly put away the note, then took out his first costumer prize and spread it out.
It was a young boy with dreadlocks and a lazy face, and his appearance somehow resemblance him.
"Who is this?"
Shikato was a little surprised, "This looks like someone from my clan, but I never knew him?"
"Ah, I created that character based on your look. Thus I thought that you might want it as your prize."
Akabane pointed to the lower right corner of the poster.
 Here, the name of the character "Shikamaru Nara" is written.
"Shikamaru...huh? Well, thanks, I guess."
Then Shikato carefully rolled up and thanked Akabane.
After that, he turned and walked away slowly, as he hurriedly opens the first page and read it while walking home.
To be honest, Akabane did not expect that Shikato would be his first costume because he has someone else in mind that would rush as soon as he opens the store.
"Sure enough, it might be nice to have a teammate like Shikato.."
Akabane sighed slightly, and then he cast his seals to summoned a clone.
"I'll leave it to you. I want to take some rest."
"I.. don't have a choice, don't I?"
The clone helplessly accepted the order. Although there were other staff in the store, they didn't know how to use the lottery.
Anyway, this was only the first day.
The clone sighed slightly and sat down and waited for the next customer.
There was a good chance of big waves of the customer will come very soon.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

"Yes, place it right there.."


"Be careful, please, place it symmetrical on both sides."


"…"


Akabane was busy ordering his workers to decorate his store.


"It looks like your hands are full? How long will it take to finish?"


Just when Akabane was busily ordering, a voice came from above him.


He looked up and saw Tsunade in her training uniform standing on the ceiling.


"I'm occupied right now."


Akabane swept his temples. Akabane has been renovating his store for a few days now. He had to use Shadow Clone Jutsu at least three times a day to reduce the workload. For these past two days, he had used more than 100 points to increase his chakra by 1 point and his physique by 5 points.


"I'm here to see your progress. Uhh, by the way, has Jiraiya visited you recently?


Tsunade's disdainful expression was somewhat worried.


She hasn't seen Jiraiya for two days since she last hit him after he showed her his comic.


"Jiraiya?"


Akabane was startled slightly, and he also misunderstood what he said last time when he parted and left with a look of excitement, did his feelings just disappear?


Tsunade noticed that Akabane's expression was slightly different, and immediately asked him again, "Have you seen him?"



 

"Yes, I've seen him, he showed me his drawing of two pages, and I tried to explain that he still has a lot to learn, but it looks like he misunderstood my words."



 

Akabane pondered for a moment and decided to tell his guess, "If you want to find him, you might as well check every woman's bathhouse in Konoha."


"Women's bathhouses?"


Tsunade was stunned for a few seconds. After thinking about it for a moment, she clenched her fist and said angrily, "That pervert! I must teach him some sense!"


Then she left angrily.


Akabane was speechless for a while.


He didn't expect that Jiraiya would be so enthusiastic after hearing his comment.


"Ahh! Forget it. I have other things to handle right now." Akabane thought for a while and decided to ignore it. He was already full at hand. Why bother thinking about anything else.


Besides, Jiraiya would still be fine even if he got caught.. right?


After a few hours of renovating, the store gradually became tidier and slowly getting closer to what he had planned.


"Akabane, there is a cart waiting outside that brought hundreds of your comic books. It looks like it wasn't sent from our clan."


Akabane's father notified him about his comic book shipment.


"Oh, it finally arrived! Thanks, father, would you help them to put the stuff inside please?"


Akabane looked overjoyed.


The printing factory delivered his order in time, which excites him a little. He wants to open the boxes immediately.


After a while, Ichiro Noda from the printing factory greeted Akabane personally while bringing boxes of books behind him.


Noda Ichiro bowed and greeted Akabane sincerely. "Nice to meet you again, Kurama-san, I've brought your order as we agreed upon. Where do you want us to put this?"


"The feeling is mutual, Ichiro-san, please arrange them accordingly at the cabinet over there."


Akabane talked as he pointed out the cabinets.


The word "draw" was written on the cabinets.


My greatest knowledge that I brought from my world was this draw method. This allows the customers to spend their money more than they should have.


"Understood, please let me and my workers do the unload, and you can rest assured."


Noda Ichiro nodded again, and the other workers started actively unloading his comics to the cabinets.


Akabane took a moment to observe their works. They have unloaded the boxes swiftly. After all, they are the printing agent that grandma Mito herself recommends.


Only by looking at how delicately they worked, Akabane felt relieved. Otherwise, It would take him more time if he does it himself.



 

Once they've finished unloading, Akabane has just finished arranging various rewards for the lottery. It will take a while for so many people to help. Once the comic books are all on the shelves, Akabane has just finished the various prizes in the lottery.


…


At this time, his comic store is fully decorated and ready to open.


Akabane once more checked his list, but he saw a figure slowly appear in front of his door.


It's Shimi!


As he approached, he looked up and saw Akabane holding a wooden sign.


"Akabane's Comic Store, huh? It seems that I'm your first customer then."


Shimi then greeted him.


"Yoh Shimi! Why are you so well-timed?"


Akabane wondered why Shimi always came at the right time.


"Yeah, I saw your store yesterday and decided to take a look."


Shimi answered honestly that when Akabane put up the sign.


He walked into the store, picked up a comic from the shelf, then brought it to the cashier.


"The total is 100 ryō, and there is a prize of a poster as you're my first customer, and you'll get one shot at the draw to get a chance for another prize!"


Akabane explained the detail as he thought of what poster he was going to give Shimi as his first customer prize.


Then he found a rolled-up poster of Shikamaru Nara, which he thought would be the most suitable for Shimi.


Shimi just came to the store to check how Akabane is doing and buy a copy of his comic. He didn't expect that there was another prize, so he took it by surprise, and then saw Akabane take out a box with "Draw" written on it.


"Should I take something from inside?"


Akabane replied with a nod.


Shimi froze for a moment and then reached out his hand for the lottery box.


Since he didn't hope much, he just takes the first thing that his hand touches and takes it out.


It was a piece of paper, Shimi curiously opened the paper, and there's a letter written on it that said: "Thank you for your patronage."


The letter doesn't satisfy his curiosity. He glanced at the text on the side of Akabane's cardboard box.


50% probability: Thank you for your patronage.


30% probability: a small poster


10% probability: a medium poster


1% probability: a special poster


"In other words, there is a 50% probability that I wouldn't get anything?"


Shimi felt somewhat upset and helplessly put away the note, then took out his first customer prize and spread it out.


It was a young boy with dreadlocks and a lazy face, and his appearance somehow resembled him.


"Who is this?"


Shimi was a little surprised, "This looks like someone from my clan, but I never knew him?"


"Ah, I created that character based on your look. Thus I thought that you might want it as your prize."


Akabane pointed to the lower right corner of the poster.


 Here, the name of the character "Shikamaru Nara" is written.


"Shikamaru…huh? Well, thanks, I guess."


Then Shimi carefully rolled up and thanked Akabane.


After that, he turned and walked away slowly, as he hurriedly opened the first page and read it while walking home.


To be honest, Akabane did not expect that Shimi would be his first costume because he has someone else in mind that would rush as soon as he opens the store.


"Sure enough, it might be nice to have a teammate like Shimi.."


Akabane sighed slightly, and then he cast his seals to summon a clone.


"I'll leave it to you. I want to take some rest."


"I.. don't have a choice, don't I?"


The clone helplessly accepted the order. Although there was another staff in the store, they didn't know how to use the lottery.


Anyway, this was only the first day.


The clone sighed slightly and sat down and waited for the next customer.


There was a good chance of big waves of customers coming very soon.

×To be Continue×
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I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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In the packed streets of Beijing, China, a popular comic book cafe runs its business as usual with the dim, but bright lights on, extraordinary smells of delicacies escape the gaping doors, and a welcoming aura that draws people inside. Everything was going on as usual except for the large signs posted on the windows outside written in large striking letters saying, "Last Chance to Get a Comic Book! Store Closing Today!" which made old customers weep to think such a grand place was closing down after 15 years in business. A young man enters the store after stopping to read the signs posted over the front windows. He sighs sorrowfully, looking around the shop, which was in the middle of packing up its books. He knew the comic book cafe would have to close for his uncle, the owner, had to pay for his aunt's cancer bill. Regardless of trying to prepare himself for the closing, he hadn't prepared enough.

Memories flood back in the boy's head of the comic book cafe. When he had gone there to read some comic books accompanied by cup-o-noodles. When he would come with all his books to study and listen to the warm buzz from the customers. Even the times when his uncle grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the store to get a break from studying. The store had been there for as long as he remembered and he wasn't ready to say goodbye to it just yet. He walks over to the check- out counter and leans over, calling out quietly so he would not disturb the customers.

"Uncle, I'm here. You said you had something to show me?" A rustle is heard from the backroom and a man in his 30's appears in front of the counter. His shirt is damp and beads of sweat hang off of his face, dripping down his toned skin and into his shirt.

"Wei Zhixin, you're here? You came earlier than I had expected…" He says wiping off the sweat from his forehead.

"What were you doing back there Uncle…?" Wei Zhixin says teasingly as his face grows into a smirk, "You're sweating so much…"

"You shameless brat, how can you say this in front of the customers?! I have a wife!" His uncle hisses, sounding flustered.

"I didn't say, anything Uncle, are you thinking about something dirty~," Wei Zhixin says as his smirk widens and his uncle's face becomes a deep shade of red.

"You better man-up, you're already 20! This is why you've never had a girlfriend!" His Uncle exclaims with his face so red Wei Zhixin can't help but tease him even more.

"I never knew you were such a man Uncle! Not only do you do weird things in the backroom but keep up the stereotype of old pervy uncles!" Wei Zhixin gushes with both of his hands on his cheeks, laughing uncontrollably.

His uncle shoves Wei Zhixin behind the counter and into the backroom with a strong grip on his wrist. Wei Zhixin doesn't resist as he is laughing so much at the joke before he can barely breathe. In the backroom, boxes are heaped up on the left corner, labeled and all, probably ready to be shipped into his uncle's house or given to other comic book stores. A ladder is seen traversing up to the mysterious attic in which Wei Zhixin had never been allowed. Once, he had tried to sneak up there to see what was so special that had to be hidden from him but he ended up getting caught red-handed. Whatever happened as the consequence after that is up to your imagination. After that incident, he assumed that the attic was where his uncle hid his "not so PG" books and never again tried to sneak up there. As Wei Zhixin had expected, a man was in the backroom helping move boxes. The man, Wei Zhixin recognized, was his uncle's friend, and he quickly bowed down to greet the man, who greeted him back. He then followed his uncle up the ladder, step by step, into the dark attic. Or so he thought.

The attic was something Wei Zhixin didn't expect it to be. In all the comic books he had read, the attic was always a bad sign. From cobwebs to stray ghosts, the attic had a knack for drawing evil beings, however, this attic looked as if it was meant for a young child. The floor and walls were wooden and stained dark brown. A small wooden table was located on the side of the room, accompanied by a charming lamp. Apart from that, shelves and shelves of colorful comic books filled the rest of the room, making Wei Zhixin's eyes pop out of their eye-socket. From thriller to romance, all kinds of comic books filled the shelves which would attract any comic book lover, let alone Wei Zhixin.

 This, Wei Zhixin thinks to himself, must be Uncle's private library! Why has he hidden this from me all these years?!

"So, what do you think of my library?" His uncle swings his arm gracefully in the direction of the shelves, smiling as he watches Wei Zhixin's eyes widen like a baby's, a huge grin already forming on his face.

"It's amazing! Wow Uncle, and to think all these years you kept porn up here! This is even better than I thought!" Wei Zhixin exclaims browsing through the shelves.

"I'm so happy that you- Wait. WHAT DID YOU THINK I HID HERE?!" Wei Zhixin's uncle roars as his face becomes red once again.

"Nothing! What did you think I said?" Wei Zhixin raises his eyebrow, smiling like a jokester.

"Seriously, how have I dealt with you for all these years?" Wei Zhixin's uncle sighs tiredly, looking at Wei Zhixin with disappointment. "What I was GOING to say was, you can choose any comic book to take home with you. Just as a little something from me since the shop is closing."

"Are you sure about that? It looks like you really care about these books. I mean, they've been here for who knows how long." Wei Zhixin lifts an eyebrow accusingly.

"Of course I am sure, go find a book!" His uncle gives Wei Zhixin a small push towards the bookshelves.

"Alright, alright, I'm gonna go now!" Wei Zhixin says excitedly jumping up and down as he heads towards the bookshelves.

Wei Zhixin thanks his uncle multiple times before walking through the shelves, his hand brushing against the spines of every comic book, collecting dust. He soon finds himself in the darker corners of the attic where the light doesn't reach there as well as the rest of the shelves. His hand comes to an abrupt stop at one book which he would've missed if his hand didn't feel it. Wei Zhixin gently takes out the comic book from the shelf and traces the title on the cover with his index finger. He flips through the comic book to get some glimpse of the drawings and chooses this as the one he would take home. He walks back into the light where his uncle is writing labels for boxes. He sneaks up behind his uncle and grabs his shoulders tightly.

"HeY there UnCLe!" He yells into his uncle's ear, making him jump up in surprise with a loud scream.

"Holy- Wei Zhixin! How dare you sneak up on me?!" He says with his eyes wide open. He lunges to punch Wei Zhixin who, since he fences, dodges the punch successfully.

"Bye Uncle, and thanks for the comic book!" Wei Zhixin yells as he jumps down the ladder, and dashes out of the comic book store, surprising some customers who were about to enter.

When he stops to restabilize his breathing, Wei Zhixin realizes he ran himself into a park subconsciously. The park he ran himself to was located 15 minutes away from his house and one of the many things he adored more than comic books, was this park. It hadn't been renovated for a while, but the park was still in good shape, and since it was spring, cherry blossom trees, which were planted all over the park, were flourishing as young children ran around and couples stopped to enjoy the view. This park was the best place to read as it was not too loud or quiet, and the scenery was stunning. Wei Zhixin found himself an open bench, laid down on his back, and opened to the first page of the comic book. For the next hour, he was on his back and read the comic book with utmost interest without being disturbed until he flipped to the last page which read "The End". He finally gets up from the bench and rubs his sore back. He wipes the tears which escaped his eyes and looks at the book cover, his eyes red from crying.

"This was the greatest book ever!" He yells out loud, catching the attention of many visitors in the park, however, he didn't care much. He looks up for a second, and back down at the book, saying in a whisper, "The sex scene was amazing, but there should've been more kisses… and that villain was total shit, I would've beaten the crap outta him the first time I saw him!"

Suddenly, his phone rings which catches him by surprise. The book slips from his hand, and Wei Zhixin jerks forward to catch it, but it falls right through his fingers. Wei Zhixin picks up the book, muttering curse words and brushing the dirt off the cover page. He grabs his phone from his pocket and sees that he missed 15 calls from his mom. He gulps, knowing that he was screwed no matter what he did. If he picked the call up, he's screwed, if he went home without picking the phone up, he better have his Will ready! Wei Zhixin chooses the path of the phone since his mom couldn't beat him up from behind the phone.

"Hey mom, how's it going?" Wei Zhixin says cowardly, shrinking as he hears her breathing.

"Is this how you greet your mom after picking up after 15 missed calls? Was your ringer not on?! Boy, don't play smart with me! I know what you did!" His mom yells into the cell phone causing Wei Zhixin to flinch.

"Mom, I didn-"

"I know you ate those cookies I left out! Those were for your dad!" She says disappointedly, which was easily masked by anger.

"Oh, uh sorry. I didn't know they were for dad." Wei Zhixin says chuckling awkwardly with a guilty conscience, his hand scratching his neck awkwardly.

"Oh, you are so dead when you come home…" His mom says murderously before shutting down the phone. A cold shiver travels up Wei Zhixin's back.

"She sounds mad… What should I do?" Wei Zhixin murmurs under his breath. Suddenly, he gets an idea and grabs his book, leaving the bench and walking through the cherry blossom path.

Wei Zhixin walks around the huge park, his nose in the comic book once again, as he walks to the closest grocery store which he knew was only 5 minutes away. As he reaches the store, he looks up and BANG. He bumps face to face with the glass doors and falls down.

"BRUH! LIKE, STOP." Wei Zhixin kicks the door, which hurts him again, and enters the store limping.

He finds himself in the snack aisle and stands back, looking at all the options of chips, cookies, sodas, etc. He grabs a pack of Talkis, glass coke, and even some chocolate chip cookies, then walks over to the checkout counter, paying $35 (I'm too lazy to convert). He then begins his walk home, a small grocery bag in his hand, the other one holding up his comic book. By the time he reaches the gates to his home, it's dark and by then, he's been reading under the light of the street lamps. Opening the gate with his key, Wei Zhixin enters the house followed by his mother running out in an apron.

"Wei Liang! Do you know how late it is?!" His mom's face looks worried and relieved at the same time, but what gave it away was the name. She'd only call Wei Zhixin by his real name when she was mad or really worried.

"Mom, it's only 9. I took a while to bring you replacement cookies and your favorite snack. I'm sorry for eating dad's cookies." Wei Zhixin says in a soft tone, stretching out his hands to show the bag of what he purchased.

"Wei Zhixin, you didn't have to… I was so worried…" She says hugging her child and stroking his hair.

"It's okay mom, did dad come home yet?" Wei Zhixin says hugging his mother back.

"No, but he's coming soon. Today I made your favorite dish, Wonton Soup." His mom replies, retreating back into the house closely followed by Wei Zhixin.

"Sounds delicious, my mouth is already watering!" He pipes up as he takes off his shoes in the front and enters the warm house. Placing the bag of goods on the floor, he goes straight to the bathroom to change and wash his hands for dinner. When he goes back outside, his father is already seated at the table.

"Hello, dad." Wei Zhixin greets his father as he sits down at the table.

"Hey, dad!" Wei Zhixin's sister, Chang Lian yells from her room and comes running out.

"Hey bitch, what's up?" Wei Zhixin looks at his sister grinning.

"Stfu hoe and eat." Chang Lian glares at Wei Zhixin and sits down at the table as well.

Wei Zhixin's mother comes out of the kitchen with a pot of steaming soup in her hands which holds no mittens. The heat never gets to her for some reason! She sets the pot down lightly on the table and opens the cap. Steam pours up and the lovely, light smell of Wonton soup fills the air. Taking a huge breath of air in, Wei Zhixin sighs as he grabs a bowl and begins to pour soup for himself. Gulping the steaming soup down his throat, Wei Zhixin finishes his soup and immediately reaches for seconds. 
 
After having at least 5 refills of the soup, Wei Zhixin finally retreats to his bedroom. Filled from all the soup, he lays down on his bed and grabs the comic book, reading it for the third time that day. However, struggling to keep his eyes open, Wei Zhixin finds himself falling asleep with the book hugged tightly around his hands, and the usual sounds of crickets chirping before everything goes dark.

When Wei Zhixin wakes up, it's still dark. He sits up on the bed and rubs his back, yawning. When his eyes open fully, he stands, shocked. The walls weren't filled with posters he knew he put up, the floor was a weird old wood, and his bed wasn't a bed at all. It was made of wooden poles and fabric tied tightly around it to hold a human's weight. Wei Zhixin gasps, looking around frantically, and after taking a few breaths, he assesses the situation.

"This doesn't look like my room…" He says rubbing his hand, but suddenly stops. His hair feels long and silky, unlike his usual short, ruffled bed hair. He reaches for the bottom of his hair and realizes it's now down to his waist, and his clothes were unlike anything modern. He was beginning to panic again.

His clothes looked like those traditional things he had to wear to parties and shit, but it looked a bit odd. Those clothes were pretty complex, but this was simple… and looked REALLY good. By the door, a beautiful silver sword lies on the floor. It looked pretty complex for a sword, but it still gave him an odd sense of deja vu. Everything did. From the room to the clothes to the hair, it reminds him of something, but at the same time, he can't pinpoint it.

Wherever he was, all he knew for sure was, he didn't wake up in his own bed.

After his favorite comic book shop closes, Zhao Hui has been gifted a comic book that becomes his favorite in a matter of a day. but when he finds himself sucked in the comic book, Zhao Hui now must face not only the problems originally in the comic book but new dangers caused by his actions. That's not all. When Zhao Hui turns this hetero book into now a new gay romance, he has to face another challenge: his feelings for the main character. What more is in store for this y/n in this cliche story? Read more to find out in this hilariously written novel!

sn: guys please read the *reupload* chapters because I changed the names of the originial characters and also edited a majority of the chapter. Thank you!

She was Gong Li, a famous animator who would be called the Dawn of Chinese Animation in the future!
Some years later, she would launch a movement to reject making comics in a capital-run and studio-run environment. The campaign would return the copyright to the comic artists, and give aesthetics to comic lovers. The campaign was huge and won the support of comic lovers all over the world.
The movement was quite successful and influential.
The same year, countless excellent comic artists emerged in China, and the stagnant comic book industry ushered in a rebirth. That year was also called the first year of Chinese comics.
When Gong Li hung up the phone, she was still a little confused. Did Shen Xi just use reverse psychology on her?
However, even if it was reverse psychology, she was still happy.
The little beauty's art style simply ticked all the boxes. She was just too good!
After Shen Xi talked to Gong Li, she called Yuan Yu. "Brother, I found a comic artist called Gong Li. She'll report to the company tomorrow."
Then, she briefly talked to him about the requirements needed to be the largest online comic platform in China, and give comic artists a free and equal creative environment.
In the comic industry, there would be a lot on the plate once the comic started to take off. There was publishing, games, animation, film and television, and even spin-offs. The benefits were plenty of benefits.
Yuan Yu had a headache. "Are you planning to monopolize all the entertainment industries?"
Shen Xi said, "You can leave Gong Li to her own devices. Let her do whatever she wants, and give her anything she wants too. You don't have to worry about anything else."
Yuan Yu. "You just met her. Why do you trust her so much?"
Shen Xi smiled. "If you use a person, don't suspect them."
Yuan Yu treated her as a treasure. With his position as a major shareholder, he listened to her. What else could he do? "Okay, I'll take care of it. You can rest assured!"
"Brother, do you remember that I told you about this person called Yu Yuanxi in my school? I might bring him to the company in the near future. It's for that movie that I mentioned before."
"Don't rush. The audition for the film's lead role is next month!"
"Thank you."
"I'm your brother. Stop being so courteous with me."
Shen Xi hung up the phone, got off the bus, and returned home. The first thing she did was run and climb the wall.
A thick layer of snow had fallen in the big boss's yard. The plum blossoms were already about to bloom, and the smell had gotten stronger.
The door to the living room was closed and the gate was locked.
He was not at home.
Shen Xi ran down and put down her schoolbag, and began to roll snowballs in the yard.
The snow had not stopped and continued to fall all afternoon, but it did not reach her calf. She soon rolled a big, round snowball.
There were no professional snow carving tools at home, so she took her art knives and scrapers.
Even without looking at the drawing, she just had to close her eyes to see what he looked like in front of her.
Shen Xi's hands were deft and dexterous like the hands of God, flying and carving. In less than an hour, the work was completed.
The 'Li Yuan' in front of her did not have the cold and icy appearance of the past. Even if he smiled, it was fleeting and hard to capture.
The man's features were delicate and three-dimensional. When he smiled, it was devastatingly attractive, and whoever saw it was bound to feel happy.
Shen Xi squatted in front of 'him', holding her chin to admire her masterpiece and smiling like a little fool. No one knew what went in her mind, but her small hand patted 'his' head as she mumbled to herself, "See, I told you that you look much better when you smile."


In her past life, Shen Xi always longed for love and validation from her parents, members of the wealthy Su family. Unfortunately, the attention that she yearned for was stolen by the family’s fake heiress – her elder sister, Su Ruowan. 
As a result of Su Ruowan’s evil plans, Shen Xi was crippled, disfigured and eventually died of leukemia. However, in a surprising turn of events, Shen Xi was reborn. Returned to the time when she was a seventeen-year-old teenager, she’ll set things right and get her revenge against the Su family. 


"Why do you both have this expression!" Chu Yu looked at them.
　　"If the goal is to reach the top of the movie, this level is not enough!"
　　"It's almost 20,000 votes behind the first place..."
　　not enough?
　　Zhao Qinyin looked at Chu Yu and honestly, although Chu Yu put forward the slogan of reaching the top, Zhao Qinyin also tried her best to complete her work, but in fact, she felt that such a slogan was like a slogan. A goal, a direction is general, it must exist, and it must exist. Its existence can make you not confused.
　　But although you are working towards it, actually? There are a few people who can really achieve it.
　　She likes the feeling of moving towards her dream, but what is this?
　　With this momentum going on, how long will Chu Yu's climb to the top say, how many weeks? Months?
　　In my opinion, reaching the top out of reach is only something that Chu Yu can achieve in such a short time?
　　She was lost.
　　After thinking about her years of comics career, she was a little bit shocked.
　　I always feel that Chu Yu is like an open-ended existence. Although he is serious when he draws comics, he is basically watching comics and playing on the computer at other times.
　　The comic name is drawn directly without thinking, and it is not like other cartoonists who think hard for the plot and slam their feet.
　　Many times, Zhao Qinyin thought that if human beings had not only two hands, but ten hands, maybe Chu Yu could serialize five or six comics at the same time.
　　Is this a talented person...
　　Zhao Qinyin sighed.
　　But she didn't realize that like her, she only attends get out of class, never reads after class, and she does not draw cartoons when she goes home, or she acts as a cartoon assistant to others like this, and can occupy a key high school in Los Angeles like Ming City No. 5 Middle School. The position of the first place for three years.
　　In the eyes of others, especially the second place in the school's third year, she is not a desperate existence.
　　"Yes, we are proposing this slogan, but the road has to be taken step by step!" Su Lu looked at Chu Yu angrily.
　　"The accumulation of popularity, the preparation and development of the plot of the comics take time, do you still want to be a big fat man in one bite?"
　　"Okay, look at you guy. It's really irritating to show this bitter face with such good grades. Since it's okay now, let's go out for a big dinner, Chu Yu, you treat me." Su Lu looked at Chu Yu and said.
　　"Why did I entertain, and didn't I just have dinner? Why did I eat it again."
　　"Don't talk nonsense, just want to kill you, what's wrong with the meal, now go out to eat another meal, it's a supper. Of course, the drinking project is also indispensable, Zhao Qinyin, what do you say."
　　"I...I have no objection." Zhao Qinyin was also very depressed, with a smile on his face and his eyes bent into crescents.
　　...
　　Magic City, a city full of drunken gold and gold, one of the real super first-tier cities in the Long Kingdom, and also a holy land in the Long Kingdom comics industry.
　　Seven national comics journals from the entire Longguo comics industry are all gathered in the magic city, attracting many cartoonists who have achieved achievements in various local provinces, who want to take their comic career one step closer.
　　But the reality is often cruel. Those cartoonists who have a reputation in the local provinces, how many people really come here to make a name? Most of the people are just me, and I left without leaving anything.
　　In Long Country, there are not many ways of entertainment. Most ordinary people play boring time in the same way, TV, movies, animation, comics...
　　For this reason, the comic industry in Dragon Kingdom and the world is in a golden age, with a large number of purchasers and huge influence. The popularity of comic artists and their works is no less than that of celebrities.
　　High-rise building in a high-end residential area in the center of the Magic City
　　The glass window in front of you faces outwards, with a sweeping view of the magic capital river, with colorful neon lights.
　　In Magic City, those who are able to live here may lack a lot of things, but they must not lack money.
　　But the people sitting at the table are obviously not interested in this valuable scenery.
　　Her hair is a bit messy, dangled casually, but the messy hair can't hide her beautiful face, clear pupils, thin eyebrows, white and delicate skin, and teeth biting her lower lip because of anxiety.
　　Although people look a little sloppy, cute and beautiful can make people ignore these shortcomings.
　　After all, the value of appearance is justice, and Qiao Biluo dressed decently, sitting in front of you, probably not many people will look at it.
　　She was wearing a pink pajamas, sitting cross-legged on a chair, holding a paintbrush, her hands covered with ink, and in front of her were sheets of scrap comic paper and random takeaway boxes.
　　Today she has been sitting here for a whole day and can't think of anything.
　　"Ah! Can't draw it! Looks like I need to take a break to find some inspiration!"
　　Thinking of this, her face suddenly came with spirit.
　　I ran to another table in two or three steps, turned on the computer, and quickly logged into Xinman.com and entered the comic recommendation channel.
　　When cartoonists are not inspired, they often read other excellent works in order to pray for some inspiration.
　　Of course, for her, finding inspiration is false, not wanting to work is true, after all, drawing comics, there is no joy in reading comics.
　　"Forest Secrets, Yunshen's work..."
　　Five minutes later, she clicked a cross in the upper right corner of the page.
　　"It's too boring, I almost fell asleep."
　　"Chu Ge, um, historical comics."
　　Six minutes later.
　　"It seems okay. Collect it first."
　　After reading it casually, she gradually lost interest.
　　But when she finally wanted to quit Xinman.com, she once again saw the post with the most clicks on the homepage.
　　"I strongly recommend a work, a new work in the comics periodical of Los Angeles, Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance!"
　　She saw this post when she clicked on this webpage, but was kind of dissuaded by the name of the work.
　　Rurouni Kenshin? The name is so weird! There is also a recollection chapter, that is, there are other chapters that have not been sent out!
　　The name was a bit persuasive to her, but after thinking about it, she didn't seem to have much to do after she wanted to quit Xinman.com, and when she thought of going back to drawing comics, her laziness made her click into this post.
　　...
　　"The phone you dialed is turned off..."
　　Li Xi stopped the car and stopped making calls. She got out of the car, wearing a black professional ol uniform, slender figure, and beautiful appearance that attracted the attention of many men around her, but she was obviously used to it. Such a scene.
　　Okay, you Tang Xin, it's been five days since the submission of the paper. If you dare not answer my phone, even if you don't answer my phone, it will turn off?
　　Angrily, she walked into the elevator angrily.
　　When she arrived at her destination, she rang the doorbell.
　　Half a minute passed and no one opened the door.
　　Li Xi frowned lightly, took out the key from the bag, and decisively opened the door.
　　As soon as you enter the house, there are various snack packaging bags, instant noodle buckets, fast food boxes...
　　Li Xi shook her head. She really didn't understand why that guy could spend so much money in such a place a month just to eat instant noodles and fast food.
　　"Tang Xin..." Li Xi shouted.
　　"Tang Xin..."
　　Li Xi turned on the light and stopped shouting, and walked straight to a room.
　　Open the door, and sure enough, she is sitting in front of the computer.
　　"Still playing on the computer, it seems that you have finished drawing the manga, right?" Li Xi walked to her and sneered.
　　However, the girl sitting in front of the computer ignored her, just staring at the computer.
　　"What's the matter? Stop talking?"
　　"What's the reason for this time? Chest tightness? Or headache? Or did you have gastritis at all? UU reading www.uukanshu.com or is your finger caught in the door and can't draw cartoons again?"
　　As Tang Xin's manga editor, whenever she faces a deadline for manuscripts, it really gives her a headache.
　　She scanned the pile of scraps on the desktop and understood that this guy didn't even have a clue about the name of the manga, no wonder she let her assistant go to play on vacation yesterday.
　　It's really... in line with her usual style.
　　"Why don't you speak?" Li Xi was a little strange. The usual Tang Xin saw her coming to remind her papers.
　　Why is it so quiet this time.
　　Li Xi looked at her computer. He was reading a comic, Xinman.com? Are you looking at comics from local provinces? Take it so seriously?
　　Li Xi was a little moved. She understood the picky tastes of the girl in front of her. Normal works couldn't fit her eyes, let alone with her eyes wide open, she was obviously fascinated.
　　"Li Xi..." Tang Xin at the computer desk finally said.
　　Tang Xin pointed to the cartoon on the computer screen.
　　"I remember you said before that you are a native of Los Angeles...you also worked for a period of time in a comic club in Los Angeles."
　　"Which comic book company is it!" Tang Xin's voice was crisp and sweet, but his speech was a bit slow.
　　"What's wrong with a small and medium-sized comics club called Cuttlefish?" Li Xi said casually.
　　"Cuttlefish, sure enough...I remember that right." Tang Xin became excited all at once.
　　"Then the author of this Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance, Teacher Shuixin...you know it."
　　Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance?
　　Water heart?
　　Who is that!
　　Li Xi looked at the rare excitement on Tang Xin's face, a little confused.
　　She...what's wrong?

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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"See if there's any medicine for fever and inflammation." As Chen Yuheng placed the thermometer back in the box, he felt weak in his limbs. His muscles and joints were aching from the high fever.
Gu Anbao rummaged through the medicine box. Paracetamol… Ibuprofen… As long as the medicine had some use, she took it out of the box.
The poor thing had lived her whole eighteen years of life under the care of her family. Even though it was not to the extent of living off their labor, she was more or less dependent on others. She, therefore, had no idea of which medicine to give him at all…
The man was running a high fever and so, he lacked the energy to flare up at her. He could only patiently teach her. "Look at this column; the main treatment symptoms, then pick out the most appropriate medicine according to them… Take this box for an example, read it out to me."
She softly read, "… Suitable for relieving the common cold… uh… and influenza caused by fever, headache, nasal congestion, and sore limbs…"
"Okay. The earlier green box can also be used; it's for inflammation and pain. You can keep the rest…"
"Okay…"
She obediently put the medicine away, leaving behind only the two boxes he had selected. She then pored over the usage instructions before carefully getting the gel capsule out of its blister pocket… She pulled out a paper napkin, placed a white and a green capsule on it, and got up to head to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water.
When she returned to the room, he was resting against the headboard with his eyes closed. He was so tired last night he hadn't even changed out of his clothes and had just headed straight to bed. The white shirt had become wrinkled and some places were drenched with sweat… He was probably feeling hot since he had the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. It revealed his collarbones… and firm chest…
She inexplicably got nervous…
If she still had a heart, it would surely be thumping hard unceasingly…
She stole a glimpse at him—He's… really hot…
His slightly messy fringe was unlike how it was in the day—clean and refreshing—but rather, there was an alluring feeling to it…
How stylish…
The contours of his side profile, his slightly knitted brows, his languid posture, deep voice… and that occasional irritated expression; she was struck to the heart by all of these.
There seemed to be an electric current coursing through her body. Holding the cup of warm water in her hand, she silently approached him at the bedside and whispered, "…There you go, you can take your medicine."
Struggling to open his eyes, Chen Yuheng swept a glance at the capsules on the table and then continued his teaching. "Western and oriental medicine can't be taken at the same time; they need to be taken separately with at least thirty minutes in between."
Ah…? There's oriental medicine inside?
She picked up the instructions from the table to read it. Both seem to be… western medicine, though?
The man had already got the medicine in his hands. "These are western medicine, so they can be taken together." With that, he popped the capsules into his mouth, followed by the warm water…
His words left her dumbfounded. Then… why are you telling me this?
Even after downing a cup of water, he was still feeling restless and warm, so she poured him another cup.
While he drank mouthful after mouthful to moisturize his throat, he sensed that the robot beside him… was starting to eye him again…
Is it because my impression value is rising?
He thought.
The man once again fell into a slumber after taking the medicine.
Seeing how he still seemed very uncomfortable in his sleep, Gu Anbao found it a little worrisome… However, she was truly inexperienced… in matters of taking care of people…
Uh… Should I go online and seek help?
She turned to the direction of the study. While searching for the thermometer… she saw a computer there.
Let's just use it for a bit.
Surely… he won't find out…
She looked past her shoulders to check the person in the bedroom; he was sleeping soundly.
As she carefully closed the door, she then worried that she might not be able to hear him should he wake up and call her. So, she intentionally left a gap, then crept into the study, and switched on the computer…
Woah, the desktop icons are a mess…
She intended to open a browser to look up on how to take care of someone with a fever, but she caught sight of the QQ[1] icon, instead…
There's a QQ application here…
The nervous robot glanced past the doorway before turning back to the screen and clicking on the QQ icon as she gritted her teeth in determination. It displayed the last logged-in account number—
She quickly jotted it down and changed it into her QQ account number. Then, she logged in to her account, searched for friend by keying in the number that she had jotted down, and sent a friend request…
The entire process was completed without a pause.
… It was nerve-wracking for her. The thought of her friend request popping up when he logged into his account filled her with apprehension!
Will it pass…? Should I have added a name like Chen Yuheng, for example? It will then be easier to pass, right…? Should I… try adding again…? Can I? Will it seem too deliberate? What should I do if he gets upset and rejects my friend request straight away?
Her imagination ran wild as she sat in front of the computer while the QQ icon at the bottom right corner flashed non-stop. It took her quite a long while before she snapped out of her daze, noticed the flashing icon, and clicked on it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh— Out popped a bunch of dialog boxes!
BigPinkPeach: Ruan-sama! I'm begging on my knees for an update!
Colorofthesky: Upstairs +1
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
Oldheartdifferentbone: Didn't Ruan-sama previously say that she won't be updating in the near future since she's recuperating? Don't you all disturb my Ruan-sama! ╭(╯^╰)╮ Get lost, scram!
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
Spinningwindmill: Administrator! Someone's spamming in here! Is there anyone moderating this chat at all?!
System prompt: FirstMeetingBetray is silenced for 30 seconds.
…
She stared blankly at the chat box for a while and then checked today's date…
So, it's update day today… No wonder there are so many people urging for an update…
Most of her time was usually spent at home, and she did not have a particularly favorite hobby. Somehow, though, she had begun raising goldfish as a pastime… She reared a variety of species and had both expensive and cheap fish. And when her interest for them gradually grew, she expressed her thoughts on this hobby into a comic and posted it online. The comic was titled 'The Everyday Life of Dame Goldfish'.
She initially intended it to be a daily log of how her goldfish eat, sleep, swim, and interact with her… It was actually quite boring, but somehow… somehow… the comic got popular…
Oftentimes, there were retweets on Weibo[2] with titles such as: 'Comic for the soul', 'There's a type of comic that's suitable for solo quiet reading', 'Blood resurrection in place! Love your goldfish, love your life more!', etc…
Her enthusiastic fans set up a QQ group for her, and it was that kind of super huge group whereby it had over two thousand members in it… Since she published her comic under the pen name 'Ruan Ruan', people would usually address her as Ruan-sama or Dame Goldfish.
She clicked to open the rest of the conversation dialogue, which was sent in by netizens to consult her on the matters of rearing goldfish. She had no desire to reply to them now, though… As she closed the chats one by one, she inadvertently noticed that one of the messages mentioned 'purple dragon-robed phoenixes' and so, her gaze fixed on that message for a moment.
It was from a temporary chat session from 'Family of Fish Friends'.
Zero: Do you own two purple dragon-robed phoenixes?
She found this to be bizarre. She did own two of the said goldfish, but… she had never mentioned this to outsiders. Even her family only knew that she had a lot of goldfish but they knew nothing about their species.
How strange…
This person probably is interested in purchasing them. After all, this species is a rare find on the market.
Nonetheless, she currently had no intention of selling them off. In fact, those two goldfish were her treasures…
And so, she closed the chat and went to check out the fan page of her comic. After hesitating for a while, she typed a string of words and clicked 'send'.
Ruan Ruan: How do you take care of a friend with a fever?
[0] -sama is a formal honorific suffix used by Japanese, and can be used to flatter people.
[1] QQ is an instant messaging software service and web portal.
[2] Weibo, which means microblogging, is also known as the Chinese version of Twitter.


A botched operation has turned her into a robot; and of all things, a sex robot meant to serve the man with whom she is secretly in love! Gu Anbao finds her world crushing down on her… 
Oh, my god; why have I turned into an inflatable doll?!
Just then, her master comes dashing toward her from afar… 
You aren’t a sex toy; you’re my beloved wife machine! I won’t let anyone bully you!
Never on earth can she imagine that she has touched the man of her dreams; the handsome, capable, and aloof CEO of the nation’s top high-tech corporation…

A fire breaks out in the middle level of your house.  You, the kids and the wife are upstairs sleeping, dreaming about butterflies and blueberries.  The stairs to get down from the top level are engulfed in flames by the time you realize the fire is raging and slowly creeping in your direction.  You have no safety ladder; you have no way to escape but to jump from a window which is going to prove difficult.  
The man jumps or falls first then the babies have to be lowered by their arms and accurately dropped and caught by the injured daddy.  Then comes momma, do you ask her to fall like you did?  
Alright, so now you have caught both babies, their only injuries are emotional.  What one thing do you tell momma to get out of your room before you catch her and before the flames swallow her.  She chose to go last, keep that in mind.  I want my comics.  The Xbox and stuff can be replaced but the comics would be a tough one.  
A severely aggressive negotiation takes place because her safety should be the number one concern, however, you own some very rare comics.  It's quite the catch 22.  
Very carefully catching all seventeen boxes of comic books, the man braces for his wife's leap.  As soon as she lungs from the window, the man sneezes uncontrollably.  Wifey lands on her head, unharmed, but now she lives her life thinking she is a wild emu that escaped from the Norfolk Zoo. 
Her constant plucking is fucking annoying.
What one thing would you ask your wife to drop out of the window before she attempted to escape from the fire?  Comic books, clothes, TV, gun….what?

This is a collection of hilarious blogs written over a long period of time.  Some are serious but mostly this book is comprised of blogs that are silly and funny.

The children didn't seem to mind this. Sally said, "It's no problem. Although we don't have guardians, we follow around our buddies who do."
"The greater the risk the great the return," Kent said excitedly. "If we enter an area that no one has explored, we could possibly get more customers."
Li Du shook his head. "No, little buddies, you guys need to watch your safety. Pair up to do this, okay? Two people to one small cart, understand?"
The few children exchange glances and obediently said, "Okay."
Li Du took the small carts out of the trunk and placed the cookies on them. He sought the opinion of the children before loading the cookies on.
"These are lemon-flavored. Add on some peppermint ones. Who would like to sell more peanut butter cookies? The caramel ones sound great too, right?"
There were seven children in total and two to a group, so there was an odd one out.
The one who was left out was a quiet girl with a comic book in her hand. She watched them silently.
The children had formed their own cliques; they knew very well the importance of strong alliances. They had tried to choose the best helper for their cookie-promoting team.
The little girl holding the comic book stood there alone; she looked shy and reserved. Such a personality was not suitable for cookie promoting.
Li Du prepared a small cart of cookies for her. Kent laughed, "There's no need to prepare so many for Victoria. Two boxes will do."
Upon hearing that, the little girl pursed her lips and clutched her book. She lowered her head and said nothing.
Li Du walked over and patted her shoulder. He said, "You're wrong, Kent. We'll show you what an F1 selling-speed is like. I'll partner with Victoria."
The little girl lifted her head and looked at him; her eyes, which were a beautiful sky blue, sparkled.
After sending the children into the square, Li Du turned to the little girl. "Victoria, where do you think we should go?"
Victoria placed the corner of her comic book into her mouth and bit it with her small white teeth. She stared at him hesitantly and did not say anything.
Li Du smiled. "Relax, Victoria. We're going to make friends. When you sell cookies to someone, they receive something yummy and you earn money. That's a win-win, and both of you become friends.
"Tell me—where do you want to go make friends?"
The little girl thought for a long while, then said softly, "How about we go to Carrefour? There are a lot of people there. Every time I pass by, I see many people buying cookies there."
In his heart, Li Du shook his head—that was not a good choice.
Indeed, there would surely be a lot of people at the supermarket, but people would be buying things at the supermarket. From the financial aspect, there was an expenditure issue, and they were in a conflict situation.
However, he had noticed that Victoria lacked confidence. If he rejected the little girl's choice, it would be a blow for her. So, he decided to take her suggestion.
They unloaded the cookies after parking the car. Li Du helped Victoria adjust her clothing and straighten her scout cap. Then, he smiled and said, "Come, give me a smile."
The little girl was rather obedient, and smiled at him shyly.
Li Du said, "From now on, we are comrades, understand? We are about to go into battle to get rid of all these cookies."
Victoria blinked her eyes, and said, "Get rid of them? All of them?"
"Yes!"
The little girl stroked her tummy and said, "Aren't we supposed to sell them? If we were to get rid of them, I'd be full after eating just one box. How many can you eat?"
Li Du was stunned. "I—what I meant by 'get rid of them' was sell them, not eat them."
She smiled. "Sorry, my mistake."
Thinking back of her remark earlier, Li Du suddenly realized that Victoria was a glutton!
They pushed the small cart to the entrance of the supermarket; the security guard saw and instantly came over. "Hey buddies, this is not a farmer's market. Sorry, scouts are not allowed to set up stalls here."
The young girl had obviously not expected such a situation to occur. At a loss, she hugged her comic book with a blank stare.
Li Du gave her an "it's okay" hand gesture. "Let me settle this."
He pulled the black security guard aside and was about to use money to resolve the matter.
In the end, another black man walked over and said, "Hi, Li, what're you doing here? What a coincidence."
Li Du saw him and smiled; it was indeed a coincidence. He had bumped into Lewton, the lad from Bones Community. They had worked together to get their hands on Frank's armor a few days ago.
He explained the situation to him. Lewton said nonchalantly, "Okay, don't set up a table here. Just carry your cookies and go around promoting. This way, you're not breaking any rules."
Li Du understood what Lewton meant. He expressed his gratitude and then returned. The little lady asked nervously, "It's settled?"
"Of course," Li Du laughed. "As long as you face a problem courageously, it will be resolved. Understand?"
The little girl nodded, hesitated, and then nodded again more vigorously.
Li Du pushed the cart with the boxes of cookies inside so Victoria could do the promoting.
It was tough this way; the little lady did not dare to speak, and stood in front of the small cart blankly. Her lips were quivering, but she didn't say a word.
Li Du shook his head and brought Ah Meow out. He put a cap on him, and said, "Ah Meow, take this box of cookies. Go, sell it to that person. Remember to collect money."
The cookies were cheaply priced. After all, this was a community activity. There were ten packets of cookies in a box for only two dollars. Tasty snacks at a low price.
Ah Meow saw the money in Li Du's hand, bit the box and ran to a woman with his head raised high.
He put the box down and sat behind it. Then, he lifted his head and looked up with his big eyes. He looked tenderly at the woman carrying her child, opened his mouth and softly cried, "Meow! Meow!"
The woman was surprised to see Ah Meow wearing a Scout cap. She looked around and asked, "Whose cat is this?"
The cap was a little big; it was just right for the little girl but almost covered Ah Meow's entire head. He had to use his claws to push it away so he could see. He continued to meow.
The child that the woman carried started to giggle. "Kitty, kitty!"
Li Du waved to the woman. "Scout activities, madam. Two dollars for a box of delicious cookies."
The woman smiled and asked, "There are animal scouts too? This big cat looks like it is doing well."
Ah Meow continued to meow, and, noticing her smile, went forward and nudged her calf.
The woman was touched. She took out two dollars, gave them to Ah Meow, and retrieved the small box.
The small child stretched out his hand to touch Ah Meow. The ocelot did not resist and let the child stroke him a few times before biting the money and running off.
Li Du passed the money to the little girl and said, "Look, it's so simple. Promoting is easy as long as you have courage. After all, you can't be more scared than a cat, right?"


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?! 

"What do you think, Zhao?" In the safety deposit box vault, Liang Huan was looking at the safety deposit boxes that had been broken into when he said to Zhao Yu, "I have a feeling that behind this robbery, there must be other murder cases!"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Yu looked at the table in the middle of the safety deposit box vault. The valuable goods were organized according to category.
"Look at it this way!" Liang Huan started to analyze, "If the officers were bribed, there should be boxes of cash! Even if they did accept jewellery, they wouldn't just take everything as if they were in a grocery store. Look at these. Vacheron Constantin, Armani, Louis Vuitton…you can find all kinds of brands. They are all very expensive, but who would bribe an officer with this? This is so silly!"
"So?" Zhao Yu asked without lifting his head.
"So, I think these robbers already killed the owners of the safety deposit boxes!" Liang Huan said mysteriously, "They knew that there was some good stuff in the safety deposit boxes, but they couldn't find the keys, or the password was invalid after they killed them. So they robbed the bank!" He continued even though Zhao Yu did not reply, "If not, why would they not come to claim their goods after such a long time?"
Zhao Yu touched the jewellery on the table while thinking whether or not Liang Huan's hypothesis made sense. He got the "Gen-Dui' hexagram that day. He thought he would make great progress in the investigation that day and examine most of the items that were in the safety deposit boxes. So he had decided to come along to the safety deposit box vault with Liang Huan to investigate further.
The bank hired a number of experts that day to verify and recover the ditched items in the vault. In the safety deposit box vault, the robbers had opened seventeen of the boxes. Minus the one that was used to store the vacuum sealed corpse, there were sixteen left. Among those, there were thirteen boxes that were untouched by the robbers. Out of those thirteen, ten of them had been claimed, and three had no owner.
Also, the remaining three had been left in an entirely different situation. The robbers pulled out all the items from the boxes and scattered them all over the floor, which made the safety deposit box vault look very messy. The police detectives guessed that if the robbers had taken something, it would be from the three boxes. They might have thrown all the things from the three boxes onto the floor to confuse the police forces, confusing them on what had been taken!
At that very moment, the experts hired by the bank had verified the valuable items and began their recovery and repair task. As Liang Huan was familiar with the antique collection scene, Miao Ying sent him to gather more information and monitor the verification task carried out by the bank.
Among the variety of valuable items, there was jewellery, gold, and silver that were especially worth a lot of money. There were also many antique paintings and goods, branded bags and watches, and even a precious ancient traditional Chinese comic book. After the experts evaluated the goods, they declared none of the items were fake. They were all genuine!
"All of these items add up to about a few billion!" Liang Huan said as he looked at the three empty boxes. "I don't understand, the robber should've taken this stuff, and that would've been enough for the rest of their life. But…why didn't they take this stuff?"
"Unless," Zhao Yu creased his eyebrows and said, "unless the robbers took something even more valuable than all these items!"
"True! That's what I thought too! But, you see," Liang Huan pointed at one of the red jewellery boxes and said, "they even threw the diamond ring on the floor. How could anyone explain that? What is more expensive than a diamond ring? Plus, the diamond ring isn't that big. It wouldn't have caused any trouble if they brought that along."
Exactly. Zhao Yu thought it was weird too. The robbers had not even taken the diamond ring that was easy to carry and cost a fortune. What else could they have taken?
"Liang," Zhao Yu was looking at the three boxes when he said, "The amount of things on the table right now wouldn't be able to fit in one box. Am I right?"
"True!" Liang Huan agreed. "It would need three boxes! But we don't know which items go into which box."
"The three boxes weren't next to each other," Zhao Yu pointed at the safety deposit boxes and said, "but they were near each other. Do you think they belonged to the same person?"
"Same person?" Liang Huan recalled. "The name registered for these boxes wasn't the same though! But, if the registration names were fake, we can't dismiss the possibility of them belonging to the same person!"
"Then…when were they last opened?" Zhao Yu asked again.
"We checked this before, but I can't remember! Hold on." Liang Huan unlocked his phone and retrieved the data.
"Oh yeah, what did the forensic department say?" Zhao Yu thought about something and asked, "Were there no fingerprints found on these items?"
"Yeah!" Liang Huan was still using his phone and only reacted two seconds later, "Hey, how did you know?"
"Hehe." Zhao Yu grinned and patted Liang Huan's shoulder. "It's okay. I understand why the owners of these boxes did not dare appear!"
"Huh? Why? Are they dead?" Liang Huan stopped pressing the buttons and asked curiously.
"Sigh! Liang!" Zhao Yu sighed, "This bank robbery case is getting very interesting! Let me tell you," he pointed at all the items on the table and said, "these items were all acquired illegally. They were all stolen!"
"Huh? Stolen?" Liang Huan raised his eyebrows. "What does it mean?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Zhao Yu told him confidently, "Quickly, get someone to check! These items are either reported missing or robbed! These three boxes were used to store stolen items! We ran into a 'black market merchant'!"
"What? What?" Liang Huan was confused. "What does 'black market merchant' mean?"
"On the streets, a 'black market merchant' buys stolen goods!" Zhao Yu explained, A 'black market merchant' can be categorized into three levels: low, mid, and high class. The low class does simple pickpocketing for phones and wallets; the mid class does wire transfers, or public property; and the high class does what's laying in front of us—priceless valuable items!"
"Oh…" Liang Huan scratched his head. "No wonder the owner has yet to make an appearance! These are all illegal items! Trading and stealing is not a normal crime. These are worth up to billions, and definitely have the possibility of being sentenced to life in prison!"
"Hehe, let me tell you another secret!" Zhao Yu was an expert in this. He told Liang Huan, "This is a large scale operation, definitely not by just one individual! This is one of the biggest black market merchants hidden in Qinshan! If we were to capture these people, that would be amazing. If we investigate following this route, we could arrest more than eighty percent of the robbers and burglars in Qinshan!"
"Ah! That…that's amazing!" Liang Huan's heart was pumping and he quickly took out his phone. " I…I need to call Team Leader Miao!"


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