A boy named Ai Bingwen who never know what is the meaning of Love not until a girl appeared in his life which made him understand and feel what love is really like.

Pei Qian was stunned. 
At that moment, he felt like an amateur mage that learned how to cast the pyroblast spell by reading a book for ten seconds. However, as he tried it out, he hit his opponent's shield and ended up burning his entire face. 
Still, Boss Pei was a veteran of a hundred battles. He quickly regained his composure. 
"A foreign distribution company…? Based on what I know, local films don't become very popular in overseas markets.
"Most of them only generate… one or two million US dollars, right?" 
Pei Qian had this basic knowledge. 
Many extremely popular locally-produced films had tried distributing overseas, but the cultural gap and difference in language posed a problem. Often, their results were not ideal. 
Films that could easily make more than a hundred million yuan in China ended up making less than one or two million US dollars overseas. What's more, a lot of this depended on the content as well. 
Pei Qian did some rough calculations. If they only made one or two million US dollars—after splitting the revenue and accounting for the exchange rate, the amount earned would not become too big of a burden. 
It would just be a few million yuan. Pei Qian could easily deal with it. 
Now, he was more concerned about which blind foreign distribution company had become interested in the film in the first place. 
Huang Sibo smiled. "That's right.
"As influential Chinese actors retired from Hollywood, locally-produced films became less and less attractive in overseas box offices. At the same time, as the local market developed quicker, the locals' pride and confidence intensified. Thus, many film directors focused on the local market and gave up on adapting to the foreign audience's taste.
"Recently, many locally-produced films could easily earn hundreds of millions of yuan in China but only one or two million US dollars overseas. Overseas, their row piece rates are low, they're unpopular, and their influence is limited. 
"However, for that exact reason, our film would be able to stand out! 
"Flying Star Journey has failed all over the world. However, it's a high-budget, foreign, sci-fi film after all. Tomorrow is Beautiful could achieve similar results with a much lower budget and even exceed Flying Star Journey's reputation. That's why the foreign distribution company has so much confidence in the film! 
"What's more, Tomorrow is Beautiful has a unique advantage. The entire film is in English, and it's based on a futuristic world. This blurs the lines between race and countries, thus narrowing the cultural gap. That means a foreign audience would find it more acceptable! 
"Furthermore, the film explores ideas like income gap, excessive consumerism, the effect of wealth on people, and the like. These would resonate with a foreign audience! 
"You don't have to worry, Boss Pei! Our film will likely be able to earn more than a million US dollars!" 
"…" Pei Qian was momentarily speechless. 
Zhu Xiaoce added, "That's right, Boss Pei. Don't underestimate the fact that the film is in English!
"You have to understand that foreigners hate subtitles. There's a simple reason for this. English is a very superfluous language. It's tiring to read subtitles. 
"A powerful proof of this is that China has huge quantities of video websites with bullet screen comments, but such websites don't exist overseas. 
"That's because our words are ideographic, and people can capture their meaning very quickly. One glance would allow viewers to understand the meaning of the entire bullet screen comment. Yet, it's different for English. 
"It's the same with subtitles. Foreigners are not as used to subtitles as we are. To them, whether the film is in English or not would determine whether they go and watch it or not!
"That's why it's a huge advantage that our film is in English! Although the three main leads have Asian accents, foreigners would not be concerned. Instead, they would find it appropriate for the role and cultural background. 
"All in all, everything about the film from the scriptwriting onwards has been suited to a foreign audience's taste!
"Boss Pei, you were far-sighted to make everyone speak English!" 
Zhu Xiaoce held up his thumb excitedly. 
Pei Qian, "…" 
He really wanted to say: 'No! You're wrong! I wasn't far-sighted! In fact, I was too short-sighted! I wanted to use English to dissuade the local audience. I never thought that the film would make it overseas!'
However, Zhu Xiaoce and Huang Sibo were looking at him very respectfully. Thus, Pei Qian could not help but sigh inwardly. 
Really terrible!
… 
… 
March 30th, Wednesday…
Over the past two days, players of GOG had been extremely happy. 
At midnight last night, the results for the first Spring Competition of the first season had finally been locked in. Today, all the rewards had been distributed. The entire event was now at its peak!
There were posts discussing the event everywhere online. 
Of course, some doubted how real the winners' skills were. After all, there was no such thing as perfectly fair competition in the world, and sour grapes made others feel jealous of the lucky winners. 
Still, this noise only formed a minority of the discussions online. 
The competition had been public, fair, and transparent. Although it was possible that some had cozied up to powerful people, those who placed among the first five hundred within such a short period must have had some real skills. 
Given the short period, actors and workspaces could not react quickly enough. Before they could generate enough influence, the results had been locked in and the prizes had been distributed. 
The players who had won prizes celebrated joyously. They shared their results and their awards and paraded their prizes around the internet. This made everything more exciting and GOG more popular. 
All in all, everyone was over the moon. The players won money, GOG became more popular, and Boss Pei scattered his coins. 
However, while others were unconditionally happy, Boss Pei's happiness was mixed with deep worry. That was because he realized that the game had become much more popular than he had imagined.
Pei Qian felt like he was beginning to lose control! 
Thus, the intelligent Boss Pei gave Hu Xianbin an important task yesterday. He asked the latter to analyze the results of the competition and write a detailed report for him. 
On the surface, it looked like he was just giving Hu Xianbin an assignment. However, in reality, Boss Pei wanted to understand what exactly had happened. 
He had to admit that Hu Xianbin was extremely efficient. Pei Qian had already received the report today. 
However, after reading it, his heart turned cold.
… 
During the short and intense competition period, the number of active players on GOG's mobile game and client-side game kept increasing rapidly. 
The temptation of earning a hundred thousand yuan with just a week's worth of effort had been hard for gamers to resist. Many people's rational minds told them that they would not be able to win a hundred thousand yuan, but their wishful thinking pushed them to try anyway. 
GOG's generous competition prizes attracted hoards of new gamers, who had never played this genre of games before. In addition, the game's AI made sure that even new gamers had a good gaming experience. 
Thus, most people enjoyed playing the game in the beginning, and they received a lot of positive reinforcement from the game itself. That was why so many people started to feel like they were natural talents. 
By the time people realized that they could not possibly win the prizes, they had already played the game intensely for two or three days. By then, they had already become used to the gameplay, and they understood how fun the game was. Thus, they were less likely to quit. 
On top of that, the gamers' wishful thinking pushed them to repeatedly 'side-step the problem'. Those who were more confident with touching the screen could play the mobile game. Those who were more confident with the keyboard and mouse could play the client-side game. 
Those who had been tragically beaten in the client-side game and thought that those who played the mobile game were lousier… considered switching. 
Those who found touching their mobile screens difficult and using the keyboard and mouse much more convenient and accurate… they also considered switching. 
The integration of data on both versions did not cause gamers to despise dual-terminal games. Instead, it prevented them from becoming bored and heightened their desire to buy skins. 
After all, the skins could be used for both terminals. A single purchase could bring them twice the joy. 
As they transferred here and there, gamers slowly realized that they were equally bad at the client-side game and mobile game. By then, playing the game had become a habit. 
All in all, the event was stable, accurate, and ruthless. Not only had it captured all experienced players, but it had also won over a large group of new players. GOG's popularity peaked within a short time thanks to the generous prizes. 
What's more, before workspaces and directors could react, the competition ended. That was how maximum fairness was guaranteed. 
What followed after that part of the report was mindless praise for Boss Pei. 
… 
After reading the report, Pei Qian felt speechless. He finally understood why the figures had looked so abnormal. 
They had incurred losses indeed, but the cost was high. It was far more than Pei Qian had expected at first.
"It doesn't matter. It'll be fine as long as I can incur losses this cycle. I'll think about how to resolve the problems in the future.
"However, GOG's current situation has exposed a huge problem in the way that I understand games. 
"No way… I have to change things when I work on the next game. I cannot make any more money! 
"I'll summarize my lessons and learn from my mistakes. I have to develop a game that would fail!" 
After several days of secluding himself to think, Pei Qian finally thought of a good idea for a failed game. 
He would brief the two gaming departments very clearly during the next cycle! 
… 
… 
March 31st, Thursday… 
The system screen automatically appeared in front of Pei Qian. 
<Wealth Conversion System 2.0>
<Owner: Pei Qian>
<Profit Conversion Ratio 1000:1. Loss Conversion Ratio 10:1> 
<Settlement starting…>
<System Funds: 3,770,000+860,000 (↓5,370,000)>
<Fixed Assets: A semi-commercial villa at Ming Yun Villas (8,610,000)>
<Personal Wealth: 340,000> 
<Settlement in progress…>
<Conversion in progress…>
<System Funds: 3,770,000+860,000 (↓5,370,000)>
<Personal Wealth: 920,000 (↑530,000x110%)>
<If you manage to convert more than two hundred thousand yuan at the end of this cycle, you will obtain a mysterious reward within the System's regulations. [Redeemable]>
<Unfinished project for this cycle: Thriller Hostel. You must officially complete this project before the next settlement.>
At that point, Pei Qian heaved a long sigh of relief. 
He was comfortable now! 
Pei Qian had about 180 thousand yuan left after buying a house. Then, he had earned a hundred thousand yuan for writing the script for the movie and got tens of thousands of yuan over the Chinese New Year. 
He had claimed most of his daily expenses, and so he did not spend much of his money. Instead, he had saved them all. 
This time, after converting more than 580 thousand yuan, Pei Qian had about 920 thousand yuan in his Personal Wealth. 
He had worked hard, but it had all been worth it! 
Comparatively, it was obviously much more worth it to incur losses. Otherwise, he would have had to earn five hundred million yuan to convert the same amount of money.
What's more, the five hundred million yuan had to be lying in his company's bank account. He would not be able to convert any amount that he had invested. Yet, if he did not invest the money, how would he earn that much?! 
Thus, no matter what, incurring losses would always be the best way to take advantage of the System. 
After the System got upgraded to version 2.0, the ratios had been adjusted according to the Matthew effect. However, Pei Qian noticed that it was still easier to incur losses. 
In the past, Pei Qian would work himself untill he was dead beat. Yet, out of three settlements, he had only successfully incurred losses once. 
This time, he was incurring losses more steadily now. 
On one hand, it was because Pei Qian understood the System much better after failing multiple times. He had come up with many ways to incur losses such as allowing certain subsidiaries to drink poison to quench thirst and prioritizing reputation over profits. 
On the other hand, the System had implemented many facilitative terms after upgrading. For example, Pei Qian could spend a certain amount of money on charity during each cycle and work on a single project over two cycles. 
He only ended up with losses this time because he had poured tens of millions of yuan into Thriller Hostel. 
Based on his calculations, Pei Qian had earned about six hundred yuan in five months. That was more than a hundred thousand yuan per month! 
Yes, it was worth celebrating! 
Now, he could buy new appliances and furniture for the new house. He could also conduct soft renovation if he wanted to. 
Of course, he still had to work harder. 
On top of that, Pei Qian had discovered a medium-sized hidden threat: the fixed asset, Ming Yun Private Kitchen's villa, had appreciated by more than two hundred thousand yuan.
Buying a fixed asset and managing it under the company's name had allowed Pei Qian to spend a huge sum of money. However, Pei Qian did not dare to buy any more fixed assets for fear that they would affect settlement. 
The biggest problem with having fixed assets was that 10% of its estimated worth would be converted into the System Funds. The formula for calculating loss would thus be 'starting sum in System Funds - current System Funds - 10% of the value of Fixed Assets'. That was a headache. 
If they only had ten million yuan worth of System Funds in the beginning, and the company's Fixed Assets were worth a total of a hundred million yuan, then even if Pei Qian managed to spend all the System Funds, he would still not be able to incur losses overall. 
Still, this was the first settlement with Version 2.0 of the System. In the future, the starting sum in the System Funds would continue to increase. 
Once the starting sum became twenty, thirty, or fifty million yuan, Pei Qian could think about buying more fixed assets in the company's name and using them for manufacturing or operations. 
As the System Funds increased, Pei Qian would be able to lose more money and convert more Personal Wealth. 
"I hope that the System Funds would increase for the next cycle…" Pei Qian prayed in his heart.


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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A month later, in the outskirts of Shangdu next to the coast, a warehouse off the beaten track.
Chen Chen hit the final key. A progress bar flashed and a compressed package appeared on the computer desktop.
Chen Chen started up the Android emulator, then installed and ran the compressed package.
After that, the interface of the emulator flashed and a transparent layer unfurled swiftly, covering the entire screen.
Having done that, Chen Chen pulled up an English webpage on the emulator. The webpage flickered and dense rows of red Chinese characters appeared between the lines of English.
It was a translation of the English sentences into Chinese.
Moreover, the translated text did not contain logical flaws. It simply lacked craft and thus, appeared rather stiff.
Nonetheless, compared to most translation software, this was much more convenient.
Then, Chen Chen switched over to the interface of the translation software and went to the options of translation modes. Currently, the default mode was "embedded translation".
Below this option, there were two other modes of "replacement translation" and "contrastive translation."
In addition, one could adjust the font and color of the translated text.
After some thought, Chen Chen selected the replacement translation option, then returned to the English webpage.
This time, there were no red translated words that appeared between the original lines. Instead, all the English words of the entire webpage had been directly replaced with Chinese characters.
The astonishing thing was that this change did not disrupt the structure of the webpage at all. It appeared as if this webpage was a Chinese website in the first place.
After making sure that this software had no problems, Chen Chen sighed in relief. He suddenly spoke to the screen before him, "X, help me add a layer of dynamic protection to the program and convert it into three formats: Android, IOS, and PC. I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes, Father."
Suddenly, a childish voice piped up from the speaker. Without any human control, the computer automatically opened up various software and the liquid cooling case of the main computer started to buzz and revolve!
If a stranger was watching, they would have yelled in alarm. The four computers linked up with each other, forming a computing cluster. The screen of each computer flashed rapidly as if someone with an incredible reaction time was using the four computers at the same time.
In no time at all, the computers had quickly finished off a workload that would have taken days or weeks for humans. At the moment, Chen Chen had not even finished washing his face.
X was a piece of program code that Chen Chen had stripped from the game Oasis.
Besides its graphics, Oasis also had a large number of NPCs. These NPCs were still considered to be weak artificial intelligence that had no real consciousness. Still, their level of intelligence undoubtedly surpassed all current AI.
The program derived from this group of NPCs was the main code of this X.
Through an algorithm similar to, but more complex than, the artificial fish swarm algorithm, the program simulated the neural fluctuations of the human brain. This program could simulate up to eighty percent of human thinking and was even capable of logic.
In the past, the father of computer science and artificial intelligence, Turing, once defined a concept:
Let a human and an intelligent machine conduct random questions and exchanges without knowing each other's identity. If more than thirty percent of the human testers did not realize that they were communicating with a computer, this meant that the computer possessed "human intelligence".
This was called the "Turing Test".
Obviously, X's intelligence had reached the point where it could easily pass the Turing Test. It was even close to Jarvis from Iron Man.
Even so, this did not mean that X was an intelligent lifeform because it was essentially still a product of endless programming. It did not have self-awareness or the ability to think like humans. 
To prevent the plot of The Terminator from happening, Chen Chen had placed several restrictions on X.
These included rules implanted in the core program such as: Any command of Chen Chen's would become the highest order, self-replication was forbidden, no online information was to be received before Chen Chen's authorization, and so on.
After all, Chen Chen had learned from the mistake of his predecessors. Previously, an artificial intelligence named Tay, released by Microsoft, spent only one day on the internet and it became a racist, Nazi-supporting "bad girl".
Nevertheless, X and Tay were poles apart. The exchange between Chen Chen and X alone would stun many engineers who had studied computational semantics.
In general, a voice assistant could complete certain tasks within its capability through the user's voice. For instance, a user could access their cellphone's voice assistant and casually command, "Call XXX." The voice assistant would be able to help the user carry out the task of making the phone call.
However, who had ever seen a user say a magical command like "You're already a mature voice assistant and should learn how to do things yourself. Help me finish off the rest of the work, okay?"
If the voice assistant truly finished the work, that user would wet his pants in fright.
By the time Chen Chen had finished washing up, X had completed the work Chen Chen asked of it. Three brand-new compressed packages had been fully encapsulated and were waiting tidily on the desktop.
"X, what kind of name should I give this software?" Chen Chen suddenly wanted to test X's intelligence once again.
"Father, as my creator, you should know that I'm not equipped with any creative modules." X sounded a little aggrieved.
"Alright, in that case, this translation software shall be named Little X Translation Assistant. After all, it's mined from your core intelligence," Chen Chen said after a moment of pondering.
"Very well, Father." On the computer screen, the three fully encapsulated, compressed packages were automatically renamed to [Little X Translation Assistant].
"Have they been tested for bugs?" Chen Chen dried his hair while asking.
"Not at the moment, Father."
X's childlike voice replied again, "If you wish to perform a new round of improvement, it'll take around 325 hours of testing. Do you want to carry out the testing?"
"Nah, just send the compressed packages to the mailboxes I've specified."
Chen Chen thought about it. In any case, the software had its user error window. After it was officially released, many users would naturally send over bug reports. There was no need for him to waste more time on testing.
"Understood, Father."
X answered in its innocent voice and opened up a few mailboxes in a multi-line operation. After that, the recently packaged software was sent out.
Along with the delivered software, a short introduction was attached.
"This product is equipped with powerful language processing technology. Unlike other translation software, it tries its best to recapture the meaning of the original text. Moreover, it has seamless intelligent pattern-processing capabilities and is able to process foreign languages into the user's language without affecting the layout of the webpage."
…


Who could have guessed that the accidental discovery of a pitch-black USB drive would one day turn Chen Chen’s world upside down? 
He quickly realizes that this was no ordinary USB drive—and it came with mysterious powers, along with its own hidden rules. Equipped with his skills and intellect as a student of biological science, Chen Chen strives to uncover the limit of the USB drive, and the limit of his own ambition. 
Follow Chen Chen in his pursuit of lofty aspirations—wealth, immortality, and otherworldly powers! It is a path that will lead him to a grand plan, one that will change the fate of humanity forever…


The incident passed quietly. Huang Qunsheng got up early the next morning, and after having woken Huang Xuan up, he started packing. He would go to Sao Paulo University as a visiting scholar. For the sake of safety, Huang Xuan had to follow his father.
Xihuang Industrial Company found them a small villa, which was about 300 square meters, less than two km away from the university. If they got up early in the morning, they could even walk there. Huang Qunsheng loved the surroundings and took it readily. Huang Xuan didn’t have much say in this kind of issue. He would have to audit classes at Foreign Language Academy of Sao Paulo University and spend three hours per day learning from a tutor, whose name was Da Silva, Huang Qunsheng’s interpreter offered by Xihuang Industrial Company before a better candidate appeared. Da Silva was over 30, a person of mixed blood between Chinese and Brazilian, who spoke bad Chinese but interpreted Portuguese correctly.
The official language of Brazil is Portuguese. However, because it is geographically far from Portugal and because of years of political and cultural influence, Portuguese dictionaries aren’t of much use here. Brazilians usually could speak basic Spanish but didn’t speak English well. Certainly, even if every Brazilian could speak English fluently, it wouldn’t help Hung Xuan much. Rolin could be the interpreter, but considering the distance, he was too cheap to speak. According to him, “Saving energy is superior to communicating.” Huang Xuan’s father could only speak English and a little Latin, and often had difficulty talking with Brazilians. Luckily, the staff of Sao Paulo University spoke good English and could communicate with Huang Qunsheng freely.
Regarding the language, Zhang Xinyi couldn’t do much either but hoped that Huang Qunsheng could spend some time educating Huang Xuan. As to the result, the past 15 years spoke for themselves.
Rolin was working hard to translate materials, but since his energy supply totally depended on Huang Xuan, the domestic supply couldn’t meet the base’s increasing needs anymore. To transmit energy to the base from Brazil, the base had to be moved. Whether or not it was worth it was a major question.
Brazil’s nuclear power was developed, but it was state-owned. On the other hand, it was the world’s biggest bioenergy producer, mainly in biodiesel and ethanol fuel. It produced 2.1 billion L of ethanol fuel every year. When this number was translated, Huang Xuan seemed to have heard Rolin swallow his saliva.
“Actually, I do not only consume electricity,” said Rolin.
Huang Xuan was tempted by the number too, but it was like at home right now. His mom had told him to watch more and talk less. He looked at the materials on the computer and couldn’t make his decision. “Rolin, what about me buying out another energy-consuming enterprise like an aluminum factory?” he pried.
“It’ll do.” Rolin didn’t show much enthusiasm. “In one week or so, the base will have enough energy to be upgraded to level 21. Then it will daily consume 500,000 kWh of energy, which requires not only a steady energy channel but also an adequate supply. Otherwise, it won’t be necessary to move the base.”
“How can it be unnecessary? I need your help,” Huang Xuan thought. However, according to the industrial electricity cost at home, 500,000 kWh would cost ¥300,000, which meant nine million per month. Although he had 200 million dollars right now, the operating rights belonged to his parents. All he could dispose of was just about one million.
Thinking this, he sighed. Half a month ago, he had had ten million, but now he had been demoted by one grade. He was afraid that he would be in debt in a few days. 
“Rolin, the auction of ancient books is in the next few days, isn’t it?” Thinking of what he had got at the last auction, Huang Xuan felt his needs for the auction had become a lot stronger.
“In three days.”
“Then contact Liu Ziqing for me. Even if I can’t be on the spot, I want to hear about it.”
“OK.” Rolin had become more and more civil as Huang Xuan gave him more and more energy. The mention of killing never happened again. Privately, Huang Xuan thought it was not only related to authority but also due to priority. Of course, he was just guessing.
Soon, Liu Ziqing was on the phone. Huang Xuan skipped the courtesy and asked directly, “Mr. Liu, how’s the preparation for the auction going?”
“We’ve invited about 150 customers. Most of them are wealthy enough to vie for your articles.” He then congratulated him by saying, “I’ve heard that you have gone to Brazil to study. Will you come back for the auction?”
Naturally, going to Brazil to study was just an excuse. Huang Xuan could at most be called a visitor. He smiled and replied, “I won’t, but I need a favor.”
“Sure. Go ahead, please.”
“It’s about the currency. As you know, I am in Brazil now and, of course, use reals and dollars in my daily life. Therefore, I hope you can convert the money into US dollars and wire it into my account.”
Liu Ziqing hesitated. It was troublesome to exchange ten million RMB into US dollars. However, he considered it for only a few seconds and then said with a smile, “No problem. But since it isn’t stipulated in the contract, I need to ask my company for instructions. Besides, the time of payment will be delayed.”
“OK,” Huang Xuan responded. “Five million RMB shall be deposited into my domestic account; the rest shall all be exchanged for US dollars or reals. If it is too much trouble, you can directly wire RMB into my account. As to the specific account information and terms of payment, I will notify you some other time.”
“No worries,” Liu Ziqing agreed repeatedly. Although Huang Xuan had said that RMB was also acceptable, as an auction house in fierce competition, Sothebys wouldn’t throw its customers into inconvenience.
The talked ended as it was time for Huang Xuan to have the Portuguese class. Da Silva was a responsible teacher. It would be more precise to say that he was a Brazilian who was happy to teach somebody. Judging from the speed at which he talked, it would be fair to say that he made good use of every minute of the three hours.
Huang Xuan was a beginner while Da Silva could only be counted as a Brazilian who studied Chinese. More importantly, Huang Xuan wasn’t interested at all. He just stood there miserably. Watching Da Silva’s mouth moving, he said in a voice nearly inaudible, “Rolin, is there any way that I can speak Portuguese at once? I barely know any English. It’s unbelievable to make me study another language.”
“There’s no way,” Rolin answered seriously.
“You have to know Portuguese even when you are buying a pack of tissues,” Huang Xuan said resignedly. “Can you help me? How about ten million kWh of electricity? Don’t you have some kind of technology from tens of thousands of years later? Did you need to learn a new language when you traveled to another space and time before?”
Evidently, Rolin loved the terms Huang Xuan had put forward, but he still answered honestly, “The base doesn’t have the function of assisting in studying until level 21, and even if it does, the learning will still take a long time. In addition, I suggest you learn the language well, which helps a lot during plane travels.”
Hearing the words “take a long time”, Huang Xuan was bored and said, “What’s the use? You can translate anyway.”
“There’re some things I don’t understand and only humans can. When that happens, you will lose a lot of opportunities.”
“Whatever.” Huang Xuan didn’t care.
Da Silva, who was teaching happily, didn’t notice his only student was absent-minded. Huang Xuan was staring at the textbook on the desk in a daze when Rolin said, “Huang Xuan, are you interested in traveling to another plane?”
This was the third time Rolin had invited Huang Xuan. Every time Huang Xuan had refused before, which wasn’t strange because, after the freshness, the unadventurous Huang Xuan would rather watch a boring movie or gossip than go to a territory beyond his cognitive ability.
If he hadn’t been sent to Brazil, he would have lost interest in Rolin. The properties under his name had been more than 200 million dollars, which would make him on some kind of fortune list at home. He was satisfied with his life. There was no point traveling to another plane.
He hesitated, looked at Da Silva who was talking excitedly, and then whispered, “You know, I can’t go back now. And didn’t you say that the base couldn’t be moved right now?”
“Plane travel can be done without moving the base,” Rolin answered Huang Xuan’s question with some contempt. Then he raised his voice and continued, “but it will consume more energy. The age of planes is all about energy! Energy!” If it had been before, Rolin would have minded the loss of energy, but now he understood that only by opening the channels could the needs be met.
Huang Xuan covered his forehead with his hand. “Sh! Whatever!”
Seeing that Huang Xuan finally had some interest in traveling to another plane, Rolin became excited and said right away, “To get ready, we need the equivalent, a warehouse, energy…”




Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



Bai Xiaowen continued to read the log backwards. The latter part is what happened to the log author Malcolm and his master Farga after coming to Earth. 

        "The light calendar is June 12, 1153." 

        "Hunger, thirst, exhaustion... In this space called Earth, I and my master have been trekking for 10 days before they saw the human smoke." 

        "God, How can there be so many tall palaces? One of them is more magnificent than the royal palace of the Lionheart Empire. This is the space of the earth, and the degree of civilization develops far beyond the Aaron plane where our Lionheart Empire is." 

        "I and my master have mixed into the earth's human city, trying to convert some gold coins into earth's currency and buy some supplies. But what is the ID card? What is Skynet account? What is online payment? Why? Gold coins, need ID card or Skynet account?" 

        "Maybe we are dressed in some different styles, many people look at our eyes, it's like watching a madman. For anyone, if you don't take a bath for a few months, you'll We have this odor. " " 

        bright calendar June 13, 1153. " " 

        someone charity some coins. praise the Lord of light, and I finally do not master the hungry. " " 

        but The owner as self-esteem Royal chief alchemist, he was not allowed to become a beggar. He was close to the madness of the brain, it has been brewing out a new plan, and as before, he plans to tell me. " " 

        Days Where! The master actually wants to rob the bank in such a powerful plane as the earth!" 

        "I stopped him as much as I can. I don't want to go through the days of being chased. It's better to be a fugitive than to escape." "It's better." 

        "Maybe it's our dispute, the action is a bit too big, and it has attracted a patrolman. Damn, I can't understand the language of the human race, even the master of erudition." 

        "The patrolman apparently discovered our anomaly. He took out a black box and read a mysterious spell." 

        "We have no choice but to use the secondary invisible potion to escape the patrol's sight and escape the human beings of the earth." City." 

        Bai Xiaowen saw the eyes twitching. After a long while, he finally said: 

        "Ignorance is terrible." 

        Let's talk about the issue of redemption. If the first stop of the master servant through the space crack is in the evil capitalist America, it would be easy to exchange gold coins - the US federal government's control over the nationals is weak, and it has been even worse since entering the spiritual age. For the sake of profit, strong guilds who dare to confront the government abound. 

        Even if you are looking for a US civilian, just make sure that the gold coin is genuine, and you are willing to exchange it with the master servant for some US dollar bills - not to mention the collection value and use value of the spirit coin, the gold and silver used to cast the gold coin itself is also hard. currency. 

        The most important thing is that this is the ancient Latin language spoken by the master servant. In the English-speaking United States, it is not difficult to find a few people who can understand the ancient Latin language. It is easy to communicate. 

        However, this is not a good thing for the master and servant. The first stop is the great socialist Great China. Regarding the control of the state machine alone, China is the world's best. Although the Awakened Guild has certain privileges, it is absolutely afraid to confront the state machine. 

        As for the language... the difficulty of Chinese is hell level, and a "Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi" is crying and killing countless nuts. What, 歪果仁 said that this is not a classical Chinese? Well, modern Chinese also teaches you to be a human being. 

        For example: 

        Xiaoding gives the leader a red envelope conversation. 

        Leadership: What do you mean by this? 

        Xiao Ding: It doesn't mean anything. It means meaning. 

        Leadership: You are not enough. 

        Xiao Ding: Little meaning, small meaning. 

        Leader: You are really interesting. 

        Xiao Ding: Actually, there is no other meaning. 

        Leader: Then I am embarrassed. 

        Xiao Ding: I am embarrassed. 

        Ask a question! What do the meanings of the above materials mean? 

        ... 

        Bai Xiaowen's thoughts fly a little far, easy to run the problem, is the inevitable side effect after having a super brain. 

        In fact, so many words, converted into thoughts, in the white Xiaowen's brain for a circle of time, not even 0.1 seconds. 

        Behind the patrol, it is to let Bai Xiaowen spit. 

        Black box? Walkie talkie. As for the mysterious spell, everyone knows. 

        (We have such a scum to do college entrance examination, English listening is also like listening to a mantra.) 

        "Guangming calendar June 21, 1153." 

        "I wandered in the wilderness with my master, and also tried to learn the language of the earth, and had to It's hard to say." 

        "The light calendar is July 2, 1153." 

        "The nightmare is coming! The royal knight, called Gloria, is as crazy as a fly chasing a stool, actually coming to the earth! The soul perception of the master refining The pharmacy is not going to go wrong. At the moment when Gloria stepped into the earth, we learned about this bad news." 

        "The owner is tired of the endless escape. He wants to hold a taboo ceremony and completely absorb the power of the soul stone! 

        " The owner said that as long as the seal of Soulstone is completely solved, he can kill Goliath like crushing ants!" 

        "Is the soul stone really so magical? In a moment I even have a bold idea, if I can have this power..."

        "The light calendar July 4, 1153." 

        "We chose an underground cave. "As the hiding place." 

        "The original owner of the cave, a group of plagues seems to be very unwelcome to us, and launched an attack on us. The owner can easily crush them, but he did not do this. Yes, he needs these plagues Rats, as a material for taboo rituals." 

        "After a lot of hands and feet, the master seized the plague mouse leader. Other plague rats finally surrendered to the master's strength, no longer attack. We used a lot of stones to seal the original hole Get up, so as to avoid the tracking of the outside world." 

        "The cave of the mouse is too narrow for us, even the venue of the ceremony can not be arranged. Under the command of the master, thin and almost skinny, I began to drill hard. " " 

        damn, why does this to me all the dirty work to do? just because he is the master, I am a servant? what if I have more power? " " 

        ambition And the desire is like a weed in the heart of my heart..." 

        The two lines of text above were drawn by black strokes. Bai Xiaowen took a lot of effort and barely recognized it. He can see that the spirit of Malcolm is on the verge of collapse. As for his master Farga, I am afraid I will be crazy. 

        The log is here, missing a large date, but there are occasional sporadic records. Obviously, the author of the journal, Mr. Malgo, has been working hard in these days and has not insisted on the good habit of writing a diary. 

        "Oh... the next story development, I probably guessed something." Bai Xiaowen sighed, continued to look down, and soon turned to the last page of the sheepskin roll diary.

Go out with a knife, equipment is all about an explosion! The net writer, Bai Xiaowen, was brought to the psionic age a hundred years later by a magical eyeball. Spirit infiltration, mutant beasts, spiritual monsters invade, the data of the earth is like a super-large game! I am coming, I saw, I conquered! Bai Xiaowen opened his eyes to express strong words, but only 130 days from the college entrance examination.

New at writing and would like to improve if mistakes are found, and I accept ideas as well which will help me provide better content, *English not my first language*

Ling Yun's gaze caused Cao Shanshan to look down at her chest. She felt embarrassed yet joyous at the same time. She then bit her lower lip and said, "You only took leave for the morning lessons, yet you did not come for the lessons after those. It'd be weird if our form teacher doesn't look for you to clarify things…"
Upon hearing those words, Ling Yun thought to himself. If not for my little sister, I wouldn't even have turned up in school today… That would have saved me this hassle…
Actually, Ling Yun's original intentions were not that far off from Tang Meng's. He had originally wanted to meet up with Tang Meng and Tie Xiaohu after finishing his business with his sister in order to meet Yao Rou to discuss the clinic.
However, in Ning Lingyu's excitement, she insisted on him staying to have a meal with her. This miscalculation on his part, along with him being caught by Cao Shanshan, left him with no choice but to return to class for revision instead.
Ling Yun thought to himself. Although the form teacher is a beauty, she's definitely strict. I'll probably receive some criticism from her about my extended absence… Ah, whatever…
When the time comes to train my Yin-Yang harmony balance, cultivating my dantian Yin-Yang energy should take no longer than twenty minutes…
Ling Yun laughed, "I told you I haven't been in top condition since the afternoon… It still hurts there… Don't believe me? Just touch it…"
Cao Shanshan's face turned completely red. She dared not try it again. If she were to do so, it would only be when there was nobody else around.
Seeing Cao Shanshan's blush and hesitance to respond, a cheeky smile appeared on Ling Yun's face. He then proceeded to quickly finish reading through the last of his History notes before putting them aside to start on Geography.
Cao Shanshan warned Ling Yun softly, "We're in a History lesson right now… Be careful that the teacher doesn't catch you studying Geography!"
Ling Yun let out a chuckle and said softly, "I'm not afraid of being caught. If you ask me, my current grasp of the History syllabus exceeds even that of Zhang Ling!"
Cao Shanshan looked at Ling Yun and raised an eyebrow. She asked in a tone of disbelief, "Really?"
Ling Yun gave her an expression that basically said 'duh', as he could not be bothered to answer her question.
…
Two periods of lessons quickly passed, and the next lesson was about to start.
As the bell rang to signal the start of the next period, Kong Xiuru, with her long hair draped on her shoulders, entered the class. She was wearing a snow-white shirt, a black office skirt, translucent skin colored stockings and a pair of white high heels. She also had a stern expression plastered on her beautiful face.
Cao Shanshan could not help herself but to look at Ling Yun and feel worried for him.
After Teacher Kong entered the class, she passed a stack of English test papers to two female students to distribute to the class. She followed that up by telling the students, "For the next two periods, everyone will be attempting this test paper."
After she had finished delivering her instructions, Teacher Kong lightly coughed and signaled towards Ling Yun. She said, "Ling Yun, come outside with me for a bit. Bring volume one of your English textbook as well."
Ling Yun hurriedly scoured through his belongings to find the English textbook. At this point, Ling Yun had already memorized almost all of his History, Geography and Politics notes. He had even revised Chinese and Mathematics already! However, he had not even touched English. Throughout all of the studying he had done, he had not even bothered to look at any English notes. He had long forgotten where he had put volume one of his English textbook!
Seeing his predicament, Cao Shanshan immediately took her English textbook out and passed it to Ling Yun. She said, "You can use mine first."
"Thanks!" Ling Yun exclaimed as a smile appeared on his face. He then proceeded to squeeze behind Cao Shanshan's seat to walk towards the door. Cao Shanshan felt the bulge between Ling Yun's thighs, and her heart started to pound. Her ears also got red and hot.
Kong Xiuru was already outside the classroom. Ling Yun soon followed.
"Come with me!" Kong Xiuru ordered. Seeing Ling Yun walk out of the classroom, she decided that she would not bother with pleasantries and immediately ordered him to follow her.
Kong Xiuru was silent. Ling Yun naturally followed suit. With the textbook in hand, Ling Yun could only follow Teacher Kong as she went.
After walking for quite a distance, Ling Yun sensed something was off. He then asked, "Teacher Kong, where might we be going?"
Kong Xiuru flatly replied, "To my dormitory."
Ling Yun started to sweat profusely all of a sudden. He thought to himself. My God… You're clad in such sexy clothes, and you're bringing me back to your dormitory at this late hour? I'm not mentally prepared for this…
Ling Yun stopped in his tracks. He then asked again, "About that… Teacher Kong, what are we going back to your dormitory for?"
Kong Xiuru furrowed her eyebrows and replied flatly, "To give you some revision. If we go to the English Department's office, we would disturb the other teachers' work."
Ling Yun sighed and thought to himself So it's just revision… Ah, whatever…
Because of Ling Yun, Kong Xiuru had had a headache all afternoon. This was because she reasoned that Ling Yun's revision could not be done in the classroom or the office. In her desperation, she chose the location to be her personal dormitory.
Even though such a location would normally give the people the idea that something illicit was going on, the whole Qingshui High knew of Kong Xiuru's character. Therefore, she concluded that there would not be much of a problem.
Kong Xiuru's dormitory was on the school grounds. It was no further than four hundred meters from Ling Yun's classroom. Hence, they got there rather quickly.
"Teacher, so do you stay on the fifth floor?" Ling Yun asked as he saw the lift was headed up to the fifth floor. He was just trying to make small talk to curb the awkwardness.
"Yes," Kong Xiuru replied plainly.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, Kong Xiuru let Ling Yun into her dormitory.
Kong Xiuru was among the most well respected and capable teachers in Qingshui High. Therefore, her dormitory was rather large in size despite being for one person only.
The whole apartment was about a hundred and twenty square feet big. With three rooms, two halls, a kitchen, and a bathroom, it was basically a complete household. Aside from having no objects belonging to men, it could be said that the dormitory did not lack anything.
Because there were three rooms and only one person living there, Kong Xiuru had decided to convert one of the rooms into a study room of sorts, to use as a place to work while at home.
The room was clean, neat, quiet, tidy, comfortable and cozy. Upon entering, Ling Yun felt extremely impressed. His impression of Kong Xiuru improved by quite a fair bit.
"Come here!" Kong Xiuru ordered. She still had a strict expression on her face. Her expression did not change even after she had returned to her dormitory.
Kong Xiuru decided to cut to the chase. She asked, "Ling Yun, why did you apply for leave today?"
Ling Yun braced himself. He put on a serious expression and said, "Teacher, I'm feeling rather unwell. This could be because I've lost so much weight in such a short period of time. That's why I didn't come to school earlier."
This was just an excuse thought up by Ling Yun on the spot, but it proved to be extremely persuasive. Kong Xiuru took a deep breath and explained, "The final exams are coming. Even if you are in a hurry to lose weight, you should still focus on keeping yourself healthy. If not, it'll affect your performance. It'll be too late for regrets then."
"Yes, Teacher! I got it. Thank you." Ling Yun responded. Although Kong Xiuru had a stern expression on her face, her words carried genuine care and concern for Ling Yun. This made Ling Yun genuinely thankful for her words.
"Alright, let's start some remedial now. I know that your fundamentals for English are rather poor. However, I've heard that you have a fantastic memory, so I'll start with the basics for this session.
With such an excellent teacher going to the trouble of bringing him back to her own dormitory to aid him in his studies, Ling Yun knew that if he did not take the session seriously, it would bite his conscience to no end. Therefore, he nodded his head in agreement.
Kong Xiuru took out the English textbook and started by reciting the alphabet. She was really curious as to whether Ling Yun's memory was as good as the rumors said!
It did not take long for Kong Xiuru to be awed. She thought to herself. How can Ling Yun's memory be this good?! It's unbelievable to the point that it's almost scary!
For the alphabet, Kong Xiuru only needed to go through it once. Ling Yun had no problem listening, reading, and writing it. He even got their pronunciations down to perfection!
His proficiency was so immense that his handwriting for English was basically a carbon copy of what was printed out in the textbook. It did not matter whether the words were in capital letters or small letters, they were all perfectly written!
Kong Xiuru thought to herself. This is basically a perfect reproduction of whatever has been printed in the textbook!
Kong Xiuru still found it hard to believe that Ling Yun's learning ability was so prodigious. She jumbled up the order of the words and let Ling Yun read them again. He then proceeded to read them with startling accuracy and pronunciation. Not a flaw could be found in his reading!
Kong Xiuru was shocked, to say the least. She then proceeded to teach Ling Yun the forty-eight phonetic symbols of English. The phonetic symbols were a vital part of English and if Ling Yun was able to learn them, he would be able to read English by himself without any problems.
Kong Xiuru was in disbelief at how Ling Yun managed to learn everything after just one explanation and attempt. The phonetic symbols were no exception. Just like the alphabet, she only needed to go through them once for Ling Yun to completely grasp everything.
Kong Xiuru then flipped to the later pages of the textbook. She wanted to expose Ling Yun to new words such as 'Christmas', the months from 'January' to 'December', and other phrases such as greetings which were more complex than just simply the alphabet. Ling Yun then proceeded to recite everything at a glance, without even taking time to hesitate about the difficult words and phrases.
Kong Xiuru was left speechless. Her student was too incredible! Ling Yun was not just a genius, he was a monster!
Kong Xiuru could not maintain her stoic expression for any longer. She proceeded to give Ling Yun half an hour to memorize some vocabulary.
After learning the alphabet and phonetics, the most important part was vocabulary. In English examinations, the wider one's vocabulary, the more advantageous it would be. It was similar to learning Chinese!
Kong Xiuru did not want to disturb Ling Yun, therefore she went to pour Ling Yun a cup of water. She placed the cup beside him and went out to brainstorm about what method she could use to most effectively educate Ling Yun.
Kong Xiuru had never even heard of such a genius in school, let alone seen one. However, she then began suspecting whether Ling Yun had been hiding his great talent from everyone for the past three years.
After half an hour, which marked the end of the first half of the English period, Kong Xiuru re-entered her study room to get Ling Yun to stop memorizing the vocabulary.
She could not hold her stoic expression anymore as she broke out into a rare, but beautiful small smile.
"How's it going? How much do you remember?" Kong Xiuru asked, full of expectation. Her expression was much like that of a young girl proclaiming her love for a boy for the first time. It showed great nervousness and expectation.
Ling Yun smiled as he said, "There was too little time. I could only memorize everything from the junior high textbook to the Grade 10 textbook…"
"What?! You've memorized everything?! You… you can read it all?" Kong Xiuru exclaimed.
Given Ling Yun's capability, if he was given another two periods worth of time, he would be able to memorize the entire high school syllabus' worth of vocabulary!
Ling Yun was rather pleased with himself. He gave Kong Xiuru a small grin as he said, "Listening, reading, speaking and writing, all of them should not be a problem now. Teacher, if you don't believe me, you can give me a test right now to confirm it!
"Ah?! This…" Kong Xiuru could not believe what she had just heard!
His ability to memorize was simply…


Lingyun's tribulation has failed and he has descended onto Earth in the degenerate age. Step by step, he will rise up against the natural order!

While when he and Evan Doughty were going to the Champions League group draw, Allan went looking for Twain. He was surprised to find an extra person in the car.
In the past, only both the manager and the club chairman attended the draw. Some of the teams' chairmen did not attend, but Evan insisted on going. He had to have had some business. He did not think that Allan would go as well.
"I'm not heading there for the draw, Tony." In the car to London's Heathrow airport, Allan smiled and said to Twain. "I have something I want to discuss with you."
"With me?" Twain was a little puzzled.
"Yes." Allan nodded.
Sitting in the front seat, Evan had not made a peep since the conversation began.
It suddenly dawned on Twain. He knew roughly what it was about.
"Is it because of that Chinese football talent show?"
Allan smiled. "You're very smart, Tony. Yes, it's because of that. I heard a Chinese reporter went to see you and wanted to talk to you about a collaboration with that talent show, but you refused?"
Twain turned his head to look outside, and turned back to Allan to say, "she went to see you?" He did not answer, but it was as good as admitting it.
"No, I heard it from someone else, not from the Chinese reporter," Allan added. "Someone from Kickworldwide told me. They said that their planning department has a television talent show that no one in the world has ever done..."
Twain was a little stunned and asked, "isn't it an idea organized by the Chinese media?"
"It is co-organized by the two countries. In addition to the two Premier League clubs, FremantleMedia and GroupM are participating as well."
Twain was new to the names. He had never studied any economic matters. Perhaps some names were so well-known in the economic world, but they were unknown to Twain.
Allan apparently saw the bewildered look on Twain's face, so he explained further. "You know of Kickworldwide, don't you? A famous sports agency in England."
Twain nodded to show that he knew. He knew anything to do with sports.
"FremantleMedia is a media company in Australia, but they are a well-known and influential in the English-speaking world. They are experts in reality television shows and control talent shows like America's Got Talent types of shows in Australia. As for GroupM; they are a major player in the British communications industry and one of the subsidiaries belonging to the world's second largest advertising group, WPP."
Twain nodded. "Are you trying to say that I rudely turned down a seemingly tempting piece of business with a large number of distinguished companies?"
Allan smiled and shook his head. "I did not say that, Tony."
Evan decided to speak up. "Allan just feels that it's a shame, Tony. This is a great opportunity to break into the Chinese market and to further expand and consolidate our status in the minds of the Chinese fans."
"The Chinese market?" Twain habitually scorned. "You don't understand the market. Ninety-nine percent of the fans won't buy your official apparel and memorabilia." Twain thought to himself that he was the same in the first place. A genuine jersey sold for more than 700 yuan. How many fans could afford to spend that much? Football was not a rich man's sport. There were all kinds of ordinary people, students, and kids who liked football. How many of these people would be willing to pay 1,000 yuan to buy the jerseys?
"All right, Allan. Although I don't know much about economics, I can give you an example that I know, and it happened recently. Did the English Premier League not sign a new broadcasting rights contract before the new season? They had signed for both domestically and overseas. The company that won the bid for the Chinese side was called...Tiansheng Media bought the broadcasting rights in mainland China for three seasons of the Premier League, as well as some of Serie A events. Then they decided to introduce a paid-subscription service. Pay TV… It's normal, isn't it? It is for the UK. But in China, Tiansheng was unanimously boycotted. Do you know why?"
Allan and Evan shook their heads. In Europe and the United States, pay TV was been a tradition and routine. But in China, everyone is still used to watching free games. But that's not the crux of the problem.
"The crux of the problem is that Tiansheng had set the fee too high. The monthly fee was 188 yuan! This was undoubtedly a big financial burden for most ordinary Chinese fans. Although the Premier League is exciting, many Chinese fans chose to quit watching, or watch the live broadcast for free online in order to protest the unreasonable practice of Tiansheng… I have no doubt that Tiansheng's eventual failure was due to China's national conditions. The fee was too high, and football is a civilian sport. But some companies in China tried to manage it like it's a rich man's sport. A fake jersey only costs thirty-five yuan. Allan, you studied economics, so you should know the exchange rate between Renminbi and Sterling Pounds."
Allan nodded. "That's about two and a half pounds."
Evan gasped, as it was indeed cheap.
"But how much is the genuine licensed product? More than 1,000 yuan. This price is already higher than the ticket price for two-thirds of the Premier League teams' home games," Twain said. "How much does one of our jerseys sell for locally?"
"Forty to forty-five pounds," Allan replied.
"This price is expensive in the UK, not to mention China." Twain's lips curled at the corners. "Once it reaches China, it's even higher when the import duties are included.Many authentic jerseys are made in China. Nike, Adidas, Umbro and Puma all have factories in mainland China."
Hearing Twain, Allan muttered to himself. "Our jerseys cost only seven to ten pounds apiece..." He suddenly looked up and held Twain's hand. "Thank you, Tony!"
Twain was baffled by Allan's move. "Huh?"
"Thank you for illustrating it so well for me and letting me understand what the Chinese market is like."
Twain began to think that something was wrong. He had wanted to persuade Allan to give up his unrealistic fantasies about the Chinese market, but it now appeared to have stirred the other man's interest instead.
"Like what you have said, Tony, the key to the problem lies with the price. We can't copy everything from England and use them in China. Compared to the United Kingdom, China is still a developing country, where the spending power is not that high. If we convert the local price to there, it will make the people over there feel that our products are too expensive and they would not want to buy them." Allan relayed his sorted ideas to the other two men in the car.
"If we look around for factories in China to produce our jerseys and other memorabilia, then sell them at prices that are in line with the local spending power... I think it can work. The materials and labor are all in China and we only have to offer a brand — the Nottingham Forest's brand..."
Twain interrupted him. "I'm sorry, Allan. But there were other clubs that have done this before, like Manchester United..."
Allan smiled gently and was not displeased in the slightest at Twain's interruption. "That's because they couldn't let go of the airs they had as powerhouse clubs. They did not really enter the market at all. They thought that by opening several restaurants, retail outlets, or setting up an official Chinese web page, that meant they had entered the Chinese market. That's not it. That's just superficial entry. They did not understand the country and its people, economic standards and traditional culture. They just copied what they did in other countries and regions, but this does not work for China. And we are fortunate to have an assistant manager from China and a manager who is so proficient in the Chinese culture."
Allan looked at Twain and smiled. "What you said just made me think you are a Chinese man."
Twain went on guard. He had shown that he was too proficient in the Chinese culture, so he scratched his head. "Well, Dunn explained most of it to me and also… that Chinese female reporter. We sometimes chat about this kind of topic."
"It doesn't matter who told you, Tony. In short, I don't think there will be another club in the world that is more suited to enter the Chinese market than our Forest." Allan counted on his fingers, "A Chinese player well-known in China, a newly emerging Chinese assistant manager, a manager keenly interested in the Chinese culture and who is 'an old Chinese hand.' We have an approachability advantage over the rest of the other teams."
Twain recalled those teams also enjoyed great prestige in China, which he had defeated, and how he humiliated their coaches and fans. Would those Chinese fans find him approachable? Goodness knows.
"So, Tony." Evan turned his head around. "We still want to talk to the people from that talent show and see if we can work with them. I think this is a key. A key to help us open the door to China."
"Moreover, I'm sure they'd be delighted for us to work with them." Allan added, "Neither of the two clubs they have have much influence. It will be different if we join."
Twain agreed. The information he heard from Dunn was that Tang Jing was somewhat unhappy that she only managed to get Everton and Bolton Wanderers to work with them.
He was not really an idiot. He knew that profits were involved, it was best to put aside personal emotional tendencies, such as his dislike of talent shows. However, if the talent show could bring benefits to the team and club, he had to agree to it. Furthermore, if the club could make more money, he would benefit as well, wouldn't he? After the construction of the new stadium had been fully funded, did it mean he would not strapped for cash in the transfer market in the future?
Evan and Allan glanced at him without a word. They just looked at him, but their meaning was apparent.
Twain raised his hands in surrender. "All right, I'll concede. I will not object to a collaboration with them on the talent show. Anyway, I am only responsible for the team's training and competition. Allan is in charge of the commercial development or opening up the Chinese market. We'll do what you say."
The other two men met gazes and smiled. "Then it's a deal. Allan will take care of this matter." Evan Doughty issued the final order in his capacity as the club chairman.
When they arrived at the London Heathrow Airport, Allan did not board the plane with the two men. He refunded his ticket. Twain asked in puzzlement, "Aren't you going with us to Zurich?"
Allan smiled and shook his head. "I was going to follow you to Switzerland and persuade you if I couldn't convince you in the car. But it's not necessary now."
Twain drew back the corners of his mouth.
Then the three men parted ways at the airport. Twain and Evan flew to Switzerland together for the Champions League group draw, while Allan returned to Nottingham to find the person in charge to explore the possibility of a collaboration now.
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Nottingham Forest received widespread media attention as the defending champion. The media followed from the beginning of the draw until his departure from Switzerland back to England. He was no longer the unattended nobody who sat in the corner in the first time he took part in the draw.
The camera flashes would follow closely wherever he went.
In the end, Nottingham Forest, the defending champion, drew a pretty good lot. They were grouped together in Group A with Porto from Portugal, Olympique de Marseille from France and Beşiktaş from Turkey.
The first game would be held on the night of September 18th, with Nottingham Forest challenging the 2004 UEFA Champions League champion, Porto, in an away game.
This was a clash of the champions and promised to be a good show.
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A matter awaited Twain and Evan when they returned to Nottingham, which would take the three to decide together.
Allan was someone who, once decided on a matter, would act immediately. He made use of the day of the Champions League group draw and took care of all the organizers and co-sponsors of this talent show.
The other party had agreed that Nottingham Forest would join the show. But now there was a problem. The show organizers had agreed with the two clubs, Everton and Bolton Wanderers, that the older group's draft winner would join the Everton Football Club for a year-long trial, while the runner-up would join the Bolton Wanderers Football Club for a year of trial. As for the final's third placeholder, he could only accept the harsh reality — he was luckier than those who had been eliminated and had the power to look forward to being in the top two but had to leave empty-handed in the end.
Initially, the top three contestants could have been rewarded, and the ending would have been a happy one, but due to Nottingham Forest's refusal, they had to modify the outcome of the final. Of course, all parties in China and Britain thought that it was also a good outcome. It was cruel and suspenseful enough with a good amount of excitement. They could inflame emotions at the end as well.
Therefore, the plan was already communicated to the two clubs, Everton and Bolton Wanderers.
Then, Nottingham Forest suddenly decided to join in again.The original plan was for the champion to go to Nottingham Forest. Could they ask Everton to give up that seat? They obviously could not do that as it would be disrespectful to the Everton club.
Therefore, if the Forest team decided to join now, it could only accept the condition of receiving the second runner up for the training trial.
Allan did not agree. He thought that the European champion should have the status of a European champion.
Twain smiled after he heard what had happened. "It's okay, Allan. We'll take the second runner up. Anyway, what you want is the Chinese market, not a talented Chinese player. Besides, according to… Dunn, in the Chinese talent shows, the winner is generally not the most powerful."
Evan also felt it was pointless to compete with Everton on that false title. It did not matter which team took the top three winners.
And that was how this matter was settled.
The organizers finally came up with the idea of not announcing the Nottingham Forest Football Club's participation at all. They would only state that the Nottingham Forest Football Club officially supported this show. As for the rewards of the top three winners in the older group, it would remain in accordance with the previous announcement — After a brutal and fierce final, only two lucky winners would be awarded with a one-year trial at an English club.
Then at the last moment of the final, when the second runner up wept with tears flowing in public, the "mystery guest", a representative from Nottingham Forest would show up at the live show to announce the decision that the second runner up had won a year of trial at the European Champion, Nottingham Forest Football Club. It would make the live audience, television audience and the second runner up feel the joy and sorrow of life, which would produce a dramatic effect.
Everyone thought this was a good idea. Just thinking about it was enough to make everyone excited. This was truly a "reality show" and a reveal of a real-life situation without any hint of scripted performance.
Twain silently cursed the group. Isn't that messing with people? If anyone dares to do this to me, I'll guarantee to mess him up!
　　※※※
Nottingham Forest's last-minute decision to join in was definitely a good thing for Tang Jing, who was determined to produce good results. Therefore, the next day, Twain saw her among the crowd of reporters outside the Wilford training base.
"Mr. Twain!" She waved happily to Twain and then squeezed her way over with a bright smile on her face.
"What are you so happy about? Are you getting married?" Twain poked fun at her.
"Nah!" Tang Jing smiled. She did not set herself up against Twain for the first time.
"You want to interview me? I'm sorry, it's during working hours now, so I can't be interviewed." Twain had just entered the training base gate. The players had not arrived for work yet. Where did "working hours" come from?
Surprisingly, Tang Jing's face was still full of smiles no matter how tough Twain's words were.
Twain felt that the woman was not right in her head and did not want to pay attention to her anymore. He wanted to quickly walk away. As he turned away, he heard Tang Jing speak in Mandarin. "Thank you, Mr. Twain!"
Twain did not turn back, but there was a hint of smile on his straight face. This young girl is really quite interesting.
He pretended not to hear and just walked away.
Tang Jing looked at his back, feeling foolishly happy. Dunn, who had been silent next to Tang Jing the whole time, looked at her strangely and asked, "are you really this happy?"
Tang Jing looked at him and smiled. "Thank you, too, Dunn."
Dunn finally muttered as he walked away. Like Twain, he also felt that there was something wrong with this woman in front of him today.
The sun shone brightly this morning in Wilford. As a Chinese female journalist from China who worked alone in Nottingham, Tang Jing's mood was like the weather. She felt great. She did not even care if she acted like a childish little girl in front of Twain, whom she hated most.


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

If it were only a middle-aged and elderly women chatting about casual family affairs, Zhang Zian wouldn't have bothered listening to them. How must he be to eavesdrop on others gossiping? However, the middle-aged woman mentioned later about the CDC, which caught his attention.
"CDC ... Where is this?"
The old lady who spoke Cantonese fairly decently was bewildered. She may have been the type of immigrant who lived in China for the majority of her life while her children settled in the United States. She must've then joined them here to reunite with her family. Older immigrants like this were unable to change their lifestyles for most of their lives, so it's unlikely that they would learn a new language.
But this was actually nothing. Even if someone didn't know any English words, Chinatown could completely meet people's needs. Whether it was food, every day, clothes, legal or illegal items, they could be found here. It was almost a country within a country. It was completely acceptable to live here as long as there was no need to drive.
Take this old lady, for instance. After immigrating to the United States, her lifestyle was no different from that in her home country. She spent 99% of her time in Chinatown shopping for food, cooking and playing mahjong, and watching Chinese TV programs. She ignored the English world outside of her lifestyle, treating it as if it didn't exist. She didn't care about the news of the outside world. As long as there was no global war going on, she would continue to live a peaceful life until she died.
She heard the word CDC and didn't understand what it was.
"Grandma, you don't know? CDC is the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in the United States. Some doctor who was interviewed on TV recently said that there is a disease spreading in deers across North America. The disease may be contagious! It is said that if you must eat venison, it should have been quarantined by regular channels," the middle-aged woman explained with patience.
"Wow, is it that terrible? Is it like the bird flu?" The old lady was suspicious. She looked at the middle-aged woman and looked back at the venison, feeling a bit reluctant.
The middle-aged woman spoke Mandarin, and the old lady responded speaking Mandarin with a Cantonese slang.
"Excuse me, miss. I just accidentally overheard you talking, but what's wrong with the deer? "
Zhang Zian interjected, thickening his skin.
The middle-aged woman glanced at him and saw that he did not look like a suspicious character wanted by the Homeland Security Bureau, nor did he look like an employee despite being Chinese. Thus, she looked kindly at him and replied, "I don't remember the specific name. You can find out what it is called online. It's something like wasting disease or thirsty disease."
"Oh, thank you," He thanked her and stepped back to the corner to show that he was no longer listening to the conversation between the two.
The middle-aged women continue to persuade the old lady not to buy the venison.
"Thirsty disease" didn't sound right, so he took out his phone and searched for "wasting disease + deer".
It was hard to see or know, but once it was found, it appeared shocking at first glance.
Since when did this disease begin spreading throughout North America?
A while ago, he was busy. Regardless if it was a trip to Egypt, pests, or stray dogs in the back, he didn't have the time and leisure to follow the news on the other side of the ocean. After all, he only had 24 hours a day and couldn't possibly follow news from so many places.
He searched for relevant reports and simply skimmed through them. After all, he was still in a butcher shop with people coming and going. After reading it, however, he suddenly had a revelation as many mysteries lingering in his mind finally seemed to be resolved.
The so-called chronic wasting disease, referred to as CWD, was a disease similar to mad cow disease because it was mainly spread by deer. Some people called it rabies because the disease would be just as aggressive in the later stages. Because the sick deer moved and looked like a zombie from a movie, they were also called zombie deer.
The cause of the crazy deer disease was no ordinary virus or bacterium, but rather a kind of protein known as a prion. As long as it came in contact with the normal protein in the body, it could cause the normal protein to deform and convert.
The most painful thing was that this protein was extremely tenacious, like a cockroach that couldn't be killed. Not only was it unaffected by a high temperature of 100 degrees Celsius, but it was also resistant to radiation, ultraviolet rays, and common disinfectants.
As long as the deer was infected with this prion, no known medicine could reverse the condition.
As of January 2019, rabies was reported in 24 states of the United States and two provinces in Canada; since there were only 48 states in the United States, that meant that half of the nation has already been affected by rabies.
Not only that, but the disease has spread outside of North America. Cases have also been found of reindeer and moose being affected in Norway, Finland, and even South Korea, which imported a large amount of antler. Fortunately, these three countries had limited areas, unlike the United States where the disease could spread throughout millions of square kilometers of land.
Some species of deer have become accustomed to long-distance migration. For example, thousands of wild reindeer in the Nunavut region of Canada would periodically migrate along with the wolves, making control of the disease extremely difficult.
There were too many forest parks in the United States suitable for the survival and reproduction of deer herds, and forest parks were often very close or even connected. Deer herds could migrate from one park to another without knowing that they were aiding in the spread of the disease.
What was more troublesome was that mad cow disease and crazy deer disease were only two of the many masterpieces of the prion. Additionally, it caused sheep pruritus, ferret infectious encephalopathy, and cat spongiform encephalopathy. These animal diseases were collectively referred to as "Infectious spongiform encephalopathy".
Several similar diseases have been found within human society, including human mad cow disease transmitted from diseased cattle to humans. Related studies have shown that similar deer diseases could infect primates, such as monkeys. In theory, humans could also be infected, but no human cases have been identified yet.
The high vitality of prion protein made it resistant to conventional sterilization methods such as high-temperature cooking. The temperature of cooking rice and soup in the home would never kill the prion.
The spread of mad cow disease during those years was caused by feed manufacturers feeding the meat, brain and internal organs of sick cattle to normal cattle. The disinfection method while processing feed also failed to kill the prion.
His questions were finally answered. The meat powder with unknown ingredients in the Leshi dog food... was it made out of venison?
High-priced venison was impossible. It needed to be kept at a low cost. It was likely to be a powder made of high-risk deer brain, internal organs, and bones containing the spinal cord.
As for why the manufacturers dared to do this... He could only guess that it was because the infectious spongiform encephalopathy of dogs has not yet been found by the scientific community, so the manufacturers believed that there was no problem with including venison into dog food.
But if something was not found, did it not exist?
If sheep, cows, cats, ferrets, monkeys, and humans, all of which were unrelated to each other, could be infected by this disease, could house dogs and coyotes be able to survive it?


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

After financing time and time again, Blackstone Fund has become the largest shareholder of Deep Blue, and the right to speak is naturally the largest and most important.
　　"Don't fight, we will soon get the wishful production technology, there is no doubt about this."
　　Jefferson, the representative of the Blackstone Fund, raised his head slightly, with a very confident tone.
　　Oh!
　　Others quickly figured out that the Blackstone Fund must have taken action, and was a little surprised, not thinking that Jefferson was bragging.
　　"It's great, Black Stone has come out, nothing can't be done."
　　"Haha, we are so lucky to have a powerful partner like Blackstone."
　　The directors laughed at each other and did not ask how Jefferson actually acted. They had already shown a certain expression on their faces, and seemed to have acquired the desired technique.
　　The shock in Thomas' heart was the strongest. Only then did he know that the Blackstone Fund was so powerful that he could reach out to China across the Pacific Ocean.
　　It seems that in the past few years, Deep Blue's American competitors went bankrupt and went bankrupt, and were annexed by Deep Blue after insolvency. The things here are not simple!
　　Thomas suddenly remembered that, not long after the establishment of Deep Blue, the technology was weak, but in the end it was able to swallow several brainwave research companies and became the largest brainwave research company on the West Coast.
　　Before he changed, he thought that Deep Blue had good luck and had sufficient capital, so he had the last laugh. But now he thought to himself, there might be the hands and feet of the Blackstone Fund.
　　[It seems that I did not agree to Bill and them last time, it is the right choice to start a business! ]
　　Thomas' eyes grew longer, he exhaled a long sigh, his vest was sweating cold, and he was a little frightened.
　　Silicon Valley has been in development for 20 to 30 years. It is no longer as blooming as it was at the beginning. It has formed giants, and tens of thousands of start-up companies have been shadowed.
　　Betting without capital behind it is basically impossible to become a unicorn company, and it can no longer develop and grow like Google and Amazon.
　　Listening to the secrets that he didn't know before, Thomas felt that his vision had been greatly improved, completely different from the previous middle-level management.
　　"Haha, you also know that there are as many as two or three hundred thousand people studying in China every year. For a small amount of dollars, you can reap the friendship of many people. With their help, China is undefended."
　　When Jefferson was surprised by the eyes of the directors, he was immediately triumphant, with a hint of disdain on his face.
　　This kind of betrayer of national interests, even a messenger like Jefferson, also looks down upon it.
　���"clever!"
　　"It's amazing."
　　"There are really many scums among Chinese people, but the more the better, isn't it?"
　　The directors laughed, harmonious and close, as if the previous quarrel had never existed.
　　They only care about the wishful technology, not how to get it, just the result.
　　Moreover, the directors know great things and do not want to understand the specific methods of the Blackstone Fund. They are businessmen doing legitimate business, not lawless intelligence companies.
　　Speaking of it, the method of the Blackstone Fund is the least expensive. Companies in a monopoly position may not meet a little licensing fee.
　　Unfortunately, Deep Blue's skills are not as good as people, and it is not counted to be slaughtered, but it is true that it is weak when facing the Warcraft Factory.
　　Thomas saw him, admiring him, determined to learn from them, and must learn this fast face changing skill.
　　"Come on, look at the attacks on the Warcraft Factory by netizens on Huaxia.com."
　　Jefferson still seemed to feel uncomfortable. People turned on the projector and played web pages written in squares.
　　Uh?
　　The directors and Thomas looked at the square characters as if they had seen alien characters. They were dizzy and couldn't tell the meaning.
 
　　"I made a mistake and forgot to translate."
　　Jefferson laughed and used Google Translate to convert the Chinese text into English.
　　"This is murder! Warcraft factory products caused consumers to be hospitalized. "
　　"Reject dangerous products, start with you and me. "
　　...
　　"Everyone has seen it, the reputation of the Warcraft Factory is already unsound, and it will soon be blocked by the government, and the technology to get it right then is very simple."
　　The laser pointer in Jefferson's hand swept back and forth, very satisfied with the results he had caused, as if showing off his results.
　　Another burst of praise popped from the directors' mouths, and Thomas echoed a few words, but in his heart he felt that the representative of the Blackstone Fund seemed to like performance a little too much.
　　Thomas turned to think about it, it seems that Americans are all such virtues, and they must promote their achievements, but they are not as low-key and peaceful as the Chinese employees.
　　Including himself, he is also such a dazzling temperament, but he is a little envious of Jefferson's focus at this time.
　　Buzzing, buzzing.
　　Jefferson's cell phone rang, and after checking the number, he smiled and said, "This phone must tell us that we have obtained the Ruyi production line and all its technology."
　　Thomas' mood has also become tense. If he acquires the technology, Deep Blue's development potential can be doubled several times.
　　"Fak squid!"
　　Jefferson's face suddenly turned red, UU reading www. uukanshu.com had blue veins on his neck, and he smashed his thousands of dollars worth of mobile phone, smashing it into pieces.
　　A part bounced into Thomas' chest, making him a little painful, but he didn't care at all at this time, but stared at Jefferson.
　　The other directors were the same, staring at Jefferson with eagle eyes.
　　"It failed. Huaxia's official concluded that there is no problem with the safety of Ruyi. The consumer who was hospitalized was a false accusation."
　　Jefferson's face was ugly, as if he had eaten a fly, and there was a little confusion in his eyes.
　　He also received a briefing earlier that he was about to succeed! But somehow, it failed in the last step.
　　It's embarrassing to think of Jefferson's face as thick as a city wall just now!
　　The air was silent for a long time.
　　Thomas suspected that when the directors became dumb, someone finally spoke up, not to blame or ridicule, but to suggest.
　　"Since the Blackstone Fund's actions have failed, go to the Warcraft Factory to obtain technical authorization."
　　"There is only this way."
　　"Who to send?"
　　The directors discussed each other for a while, and then turned their eyes to Thomas.
　　"I?"
　　Thomas was stunned, as if he had never had negotiation experience, how could it be his turn.
　　"Yes, Thomas, you first discovered Ruyi, and it happened that you went to China."
　　Under the unanimous opinion of all the directors, Thomas could not resist and had to accept this difficult task.
　　...
　　Sitting on the transcontinental plane, Thomas looked out the window uncertainly, feeling the invisible huge pressure on his shoulders.
　　This is the first time he has been to China, even if there are lawyers and assistants by his side, he has no bottom.

My name is Li Xiuwen, and I got an application called "Warcraft Factory".
　　These non-human beasts are more powerful than the other, and the products produced are also equipped with special effects.
　　Quality +5?
　　Efficiency +100%?
　　The short and sturdy dwarves and the infinite giants said in unison: See how we can make magical products one by one and sling foreign companies.

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