Have you ever wondered about God? Have you wondered about who created the universe? Have you wondered why you were created/born? Have you wondered who Jesus Christ is? Have you wondered about what life is? Have you been searching, but don't know what you are searching for? The Bible is what I believe is the Truth for Jesus said, "For God so loved the world in this way: He gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life." -John 3:16



This is not owned by me, but by the Creator of the stars, skies, seas, and everything in and around them.

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Xerx skellington is just your average skeleton soldier. 
He works in the army and defends his town. 
On a other thought he is a little different. 
Because he have a army of rats as his pets. 
They help him protect the town. 
Xerx dreams of having a life that is different from this. 
And as a opertunity for him and his rats to grow arise. 
He took it and didn't look back.
This is the tale of Xerx and his rats as they rise in the necromancers faction their army. 



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The system fell silent for a long time. Finally, it said, "Please complete your mission in a normal way. Crowdfunding would cause serious problems for system!" The system seemed a little offended.
"I don't care. I'll start the crowdfunding campaign tomorrow and raise 3,000 gold coins. Then I'll use the money to buy the ingredients." Mag paused a moment. "3,000 gold coins, cash," he said calmly.
"Deal," the system answered instantly.
Mag curled his lip. The system indeed has no principles. He smiled and stroked Amy's head. "I'll make la zhi roujiamo for you the day after tomorrow, okay?"
"La zhi roujiamo?" Amy's eyes lit up immediately. "What is that, Father?" she asked curiously as she looked at Mag.
"It tastes a hundredfold better than pancakes. You'll know when you wake up that morning." Mag kept her in suspense and didn't say much.
"Then it must be very good." Amy looked at Mag expectantly, thinking about the taste which was a hundredfold better than pancakes.
"Yes. Go wash up, change into your sleepwear, and lie in bed. I'll tell you a story after I do the dishes and clean the restaurant." Mag took back his hand.
"Okay." Amy nodded meekly. She climbed down the long-legged chair, squatted on the floor beside the egg, and patted it softly. "Sleep well, ugly duckling, and hatch out quickly," she said in a serious voice. Then she climbed the stairs with some effort on her short legs.
Mag chuckled and took a look at the big egg, feeling a little sorry for the little creature that had been named ugly duckling before it even hatched.
Mag put the dishes in the dishwasher, wiped the 16 tables clean, and mopped the floor. He smiled as he looked at his restaurant that was clean and tidy. He was a little tired, but he felt fulfilled. It could be considered his form of exercise, and he didn't need any employees for now.
When Mag turned off the lights and went upstairs, Amy was already asleep in her purple bear sleepwear. Her beautiful eyelashes were slightly moving, and she looked like a little angel.
Mag put her little hand under the quilt and tucked her in. The little thing seemed very sleepy today.
"System, I want to buy a pair of pajamas, and make sure they have a big brown bear," Mag said in his mind.
"I—"
"I'll pay in cash."
"Your sleepwear is in your wardrobe."
Mag opened his wardrobe. Inside, he found a pair of fuzzy brown pajamas with a big bear on the front.
Mag nodded contentedly. "Good." He picked them up and went to the bathroom.
He would never have worn pajamas like these in his previous life. Not for one second would he even entertain the idea of wearing them.
Yet, right now, he thought, Amy will be very happy when she sees this in the morning.
Mag took a bath, changed into his sleepwear, and walked to the bedroom. He pondered on the crowdfunding campaign. This concept must be beyond the people in this world. Besides, the restaurant has only operated for two days. It's not easy to raise such a large amount of money.
After a while, Mag had a general idea. The customers that came to his restaurant these days could be seen as members of the middle class; they had some money. He had learned some information from their talks.
Mobai was one of the few dwarf craftsmen in Chaos City. His work was worth 1,000 gold coins each. He ate two plates of Yangzhou fried rice three times a day. He liked its taste, and probably also liked its effect on his muscles. He could become a long-term customer.
Habeng and Haga were an orc chief's two sons, responsible for making purchases for their tribe. They were wealthy enough to afford the weapons for their warriors from Mobai, which made Mag think of the police in Dubai, who were equipped with supercars as their patrol cars.
As for Conti, he didn't reveal too much information, but his accessories that he showed casually—except for his donkey—proved he was definitely wealthy, maybe a rich second generation.
He still remembered the elf lady from yesterday. Since she didn't come back, she might not have much money in her pocket, so Mag didn't count her in.
There were still a few others who had come today. Mag didn't know much about them, so it would be too forward for him to ask them. Therefore, he didn't count them in, either.
Mag had made up his mind. He took a look at his sleeping girl, turned off the light, and fell asleep quickly.
After a good night's sleep, Mag opened his eyes in the morning and saw a little girl standing by his bedside. She was looking at him with a pleasant surprise, her little mouth slightly open.
"Our Amy woke up so early." Mag sat up and stroked Amy's hair, smiling.
"Yes. Father's clothes have a bear like mine, and it's a big bear. Amy's bear is small. So it's little bear and her father?" Amy asked as she pointed at the big bear on Mag's sleepwear.
Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes, do you like it?"
Amy threw herself into Mag's arms, rubbed his chest with her face, and narrowed her eyes in comfort. "Yes! I love it! It's so soft and warm."
Mag looked at Amy, who was leaning on his chest like a cat, and felt his heart was going to melt. He played with her for a while before he washed up and went downstairs with her.
When they were downstairs, Amy disentangled herself from Mag, stroked her ahoge, and looked at him. "Other fathers all tie up their daughters' hair. When will you be able to tie my hair, Father?" She pouted.
"Um… I'll learn." Mag scratched his head awkwardly. It was a difficult problem for him. If today's crowdfunding campaign goes well, I'll buy the experience bag for braiding hair first, and then I can do any hairstyles she wants.
"Father, you can do it, I'm sure." Amy clenched her little fist and gave him an encouraging look.
Mag nodded, a little amused. "Thank you."
After he had breakfast with Amy, Mag took some paper and a pen and wrote six identical receipts, with each one being 500 gold coins. Then he checked them again carefully. By then, it was already time to open his restaurant, so he went to the door and opened it.
"Business was good yesterday, Mag." Mobai came here first again. He took a seat at his usual table. "As always, two plates of Yangzhou fried rice," he said, smiling.
Mag nodded with a smile. "It was all thanks to you. Please wait a second."
Habeng and Haga arrived when Mobai had just seated himself. "Mag, we're here again. Five plates each." Then, hoofbeats came from outside.
Mag nodded with a smile, but he didn't walk to the kitchen immediately. He waited until Conti entered. "Since the restaurant has just opened, we have a little trouble with money. So I plan to start a crowdfunding campaign for a new dish. Are you interested?" Mag asked as he looked at them.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

It was August 13th on Sunday in the fifteenth week of the semester.
It was the third day of No. 60 High's first semester final exams.
It was also the last day of the first semester of Wang Ling's high school life.
That morning, everyone came to school early, and as Wang Ling expected, the topic of discussion revolved around Yang Huai, the infamous therapist who finally got the punishment he deserved.
"One of my uncles said this Yang Huai is truly tragic." Dopey Guo tsked. "I heard that there weren't any vacant cells in prison, so for the time being, he's been placed inside the special prison cell. Can you guess who's in there? The Old Devil! The Master of Immortal Mansion! And that Evil Sword God!"
When he said that, the people surrounding him couldn't help but tremble – they could basically already imagine how wretched Yang Huai was.
Not just anyone was put into Songhai First Prison's special prison cell. Because of their senior Odd Zhuo's efforts, all those in the special cell could be called vile creatures.
Yang Huai's wicked heart might qualify him for the special prison cell, but in terms of realm strength, anyone in there could beat the crap out of him.
Hero Guo clearly remembered when a well-known reporter had interviewed Yang Huai about the treatment center before, and how the latter had given the camera a smile so creepy that one couldn't help shuddering at it.
But now, it was likely he would never smile like that again.
... 
The work Immortal Toya had taken on was already in full swing on Chrysanthemum Island. So far, four patients whose lives were still hanging in the balance had been transferred to the island for further treatment. Yang Huai had injured them so heavily that their cranial nerves were severely damaged – that was to say, even if their vital signs stabilized, there was a very high chance that they would become human vegetables for the rest of their lives and never wake up.
But it just so happened that Immortal Toya had recently gained a wealth of experience when it came to treating mental conditions.
To treat Miss Liu Qingyi's deep coma back then, Immortal Toya had even used his ancestral magic treasure, the Nine Cycles Exquisite Pagoda. It was a quasi world-defying magic treasure as well as a very powerful seal-type magic artifact, but it had been damaged in a major battle and had yet to be repaired.
Now, it had just become a mobile depository of texts, which housed a lifetime's worth of the Toya clan's research on medical techniques.
As he was thinking of prescriptions with his head lowered, Jinshi and Yinshi came up to him. Jinshi gave a half-bow and said, "Shifu, the patients have already been settled."
"So fast?" Immortal Toya was blank.
He remembered that two of the four were of a heavy build; their families sent them to Yang Huai's treatment center because they shut themselves away at home and refused to go out.
And the most frightening thing was that they were all Bilibili uploaders.
The first uploader: LexBurner.
This was a heavyweight uploader who was very popular with fans before he was caught and sent to the treatment center. In the last few months, he disappeared off the face of the earth; if Yang Huai's treatment center hadn't been exposed, it was likely that the fans would never have known that their favorite uploader had actually been sent to such a horrible treatment center.
At the same time, LexBurner had been "generating electricity with love"[1] for the longest time, leading to an electrolyte imbalance inside his body and causing him to become obese. Before he entered the treatment center, he had weighed 260 jin – in the end, his electrolytes became even more unbalanced after Yang Huai's electric shock treatment, and he now weighed 380 jin. 
The second uploader: Lord Milk Bottle.
This was an uploader who was caught and sent to Yang Huai's treatment center through crowdfunding by fans because of the "poisonous milk" he spouted in e-game competitions. He relied on milk powder for nutrition, and after he entered the treatment center, he became malnourished after a long time without milk. From weighing 560 jin at the very beginning, he was now down to a light 60 jin.
Jinshi and Yin had thus been especially cautious when moving Lord Milk Bottle just now, for fear that he would break if they weren't careful. After all, milk bottles broke easily!
The third uploader: Pipixuan.
This was also a Bilibili uploader who had been sent to the treatment center through crowdfunding by fans. Pipixuan was initially an author, but started to neglect his work, thus rousing public anger. All he did every day was remix songs, leading to anti-fans crowdfunding to send him to Yang Huai's treatment center. But completely unlike the previous two, this 780-jin uploader unexpectedly became more and more handsome and unreal under Yang Huai's electric shock treatment…. After being rescued from the treatment center, he was violently beaten up by some anti-fans jealous of his talent, and so was sent to ICU… 
Thus, of the four uploaders who had been sent over, only Pipixuan had ended up in ICU not because of Yang Huai, but because of his anti-fans… 
The fourth uploader: Kidney Overtaxed Bacteria[2].
This uploader's neighbors paid to have him sent to the treatment center. As a professional horror game live streamer, and also the most cowardly of the four, he often screamed involuntarily whenever he live streamed a horror game, and his ultrasonic cries badly affected his neighbors' sleep. And so, Kidney Overtaxed Bacteria, this long-term shut-in, was sent to Yang Huai's treatment center. In the end, Yang Huai himself couldn't take his screaming, and used electric shocks to paralyze this uploader's vocal cords.
Kidney Overtaxed Bacteria was unable to recover from losing his voice for the longest time, and just like that, slipped into a coma. The ultrasonic waves he was no longer able to disperse unexpectedly stimulated the adrenaline in his body, causing his original physique to change. Current weight: 429 jin.
"It was Miss Liu who helped us carry the three heaviest patients: one in each hand, and even one on her head… She's so awesome!" said Yinshi.
Immortal Toya was startled. "How could you let Miss Liu help you?"
He started to worry about the safety of the four patients.
What a rough means of transport… 
This wasn't an express delivery!
Miss Liu: "Don't worry, I was careful. Jinshi and Yinshi have been very busy these last two days, and I've been staying here for so long; it's only right that I help out with some simple physical labor. Brother To, you don't have to be polite with me; feel free to tell me what to do!"
Immortal Toya broke out in a sweat.
There was no way he would dare order around someone from the Domain of the Gods!
"Oh, by the way, Brother To, Wang Zhen and I discussed the previous matter, and we've decided not to have a fight at No. 60 High – we're already adults, we should be a little more civilized," said Liu Qingyi.
Immortal Toya's eyes lit up and he nodded. "That's great! As expected of Miss Liu, that's very sensible!"
"Right? I feel the same!"
Liu Qingyi chuckled. "So after I discussed it with Wang Zhen, we've decided to fight with words instead!"
"Fight with words?"
"That's right! With words!"
"How… do you fight with words?"
"We've decided to become transfer students at No. 60 High and see who gets better grades!"
"…"
[1] A slogan initially used in anti-nuclear energy protests in Taiwan which now refers to doing something purely out of love.
[2] A reference to a Bilibili uploader well-known for playing horror games and screaming in his live stream.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

"Liya."

It was the voice she could listen to all day, in the past. But now, it was a voice that irked her whole being.

Liya looked at the origin of that voice. Her face void of any emotion. She walked towards her door but stopped before she got too near him.

"It's good that you're here. I had something to tell you."

Zeke felt something was off but he just shook it off. "Okay, I also have to give you your birthday gift. I couldn't give it yesterday because you suddenly disappeared." He showed a helpless smile while taking out a small box from his pocket.

Liya didn't want to prolong anymore and emotionlessly said, "I want to break up." shocking him.

"What? Why? Did I do something wrong? Liya, let's talk about this ok? I love you. Don't leave me."

She had to say, she was impressed. His face showed genuine hurt and worry. If she didn't know better, she would've believed him.

She frowned. "As a parting gift, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't say something you don't mean. You won't know when some of your lies will come back to bite you."

She entered her condo, leaving behind a speechless Zeke.

She changed into an oversized shirt and small cotton shorts while going to the kitchen. She prepped a simple Mac & Cheese in the microwave and made juice. 

Nothing beats the feeling of munching on your comfort food while wearing an oversized shirt. Ahh, so comfortable. Eating without minding how awkward your posture is sure is the best thing. Oversized shirts hide everything, insecurities included.

She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. She didn't even have anyone to hide from. Not that she minded though.

She waltzed back towards her bedroom, sat on bed leaning on its headboard and turned on her laptop. She then began to search for news regarding stocks and cryptocurrency while munching on her food. She didn't know the exact details but she had a rough remembrance which ones rose to success. Few looks at the lists, that's all she needed.

Carefully picking out one from both stocks and cryptocurrency, Liya invested $1 million on each. She didn't bother waiting for a price drop and just bought at the current market price. If things go the way it did, in her past life or in her dream, then she only had to wait 2-3 months if she remembered correctly.

The shares and coin she chose were owned by two completely different companies but partnered after.

SwiftCard Inc., a not so popular financial services company that only had a several banks under them, was planning to launch their cryptocurrency coin SwiftCash on October. Their goal was to use SwiftCash as a means to send and receive money online, and withdraw to your bank account in seconds. People who had accounts with the banks under SwiftCard Inc. can immediately convert their bank money to SwiftCash and vice versa. The transfer of SwiftCash from one person to another won't even take half a minute. All these in exchange for a miniscule fee.

[A/N: MasterCard, Visa, American Express are examples of financial services company.]

In the year 2000s, global money transfer still had a lot of room for improvements. To say it was slow was sugarcoating it. It took days to withdraw from one's online wallet to their bank account. That was why SwiftCash's aim was what people exactly needed.

SwiftCard Inc. held a 3-month long online crowdfunding from June until August. During these period, they pre-saled SwiftCash. They'd then use the money from pre-sales to finally start on their platform.

But SwiftCard Inc. being just a medium-sized company, and not as big as their rival companies Maester and Onebank, their set goal for crowdfunding wasn't met. Only a bit more than a third of the total number of SwiftCash was sold.

Nevertheless, SwiftCard Inc. still persisted. What they lacked in funds was provided by the CEO himself, taking from his own wallet, his life-savings nearly depleted. People even criticized the CEO and SwiftCard Inc. because the whole thing was too big of a risk. If it flops, they'd be bankrupt.

SwiftCash was launched as planned on September. They achieved their goal: money transfer in seconds. But it wasn't as successful as they wished. Most of their clients were only from the middle-class. Rich people didn't need to "receive" and poor families didn't have money to "send". Some people also cannot be bothered to switch banks. Their project wasn't a flop, but it wasn't a success either.

It went on for almost a month until they partnered up with a popular video-sharing company, Vidz.

Having been through something as unbelievable as being reborn, it mattered not even the tiniest bit to her how it happened. Only one thing was on her mind:

She had her baby back.

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The little bun has been watching his mom. "Where's Daddy's morning kiss?" Jacob asked.

Axel quickly seconded. "Uhuh, where's mine?"

Liya giggled to their antics. Jacob was innocently clueless while the other one was shameless. She walked up to Axel and kissed his cheek, but at the last moment he turned to her, resulting to their lips touching.

"Mmhh, what a good morning indeed." Axel commented. Liya just giggled again.

"Hey, that's not fair." The two saw Jacob pouting. Why did he only get a kiss on the cheek?

"Jacob, you should only kiss someone's lips if you want to marry the person. So from now on, Mommy's lips only belong to me. Understand?" Axel explained to the little child, his tone was serious but his eyes contained mirth.

Jacob nodded. "Got it, Daddy!"

"Save your lips for the right girl, alright?"

"Okay, Daddy! I'll keep it in mind."

"Good boy." Axel praised him and the little kid earned another pat on his head.

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In about three weeks' time, all the supply Su Lin and Runyan had in hand disappeared into thin air.


They even received more than five hundred pre-orders, with the number increasing every day.


Meanwhile, Su Lin was not idling away.


She familiarised herself more with the business aspect of this world and had prepared a foolproof strategy for the next part of their plan.


She also worked hard on researching the different scientific and industrial-grade equipment in this world and detailed the best possible pipeline for their manufacturing unit.


Luther was completely flabbergasted at this woman's ability to pick up things.


You can't really call her a genius, but the speed at which she was learning new things left him dumbfounded.


He had never seen anyone with this sort of aptitude.


For instance, a college student would find a tenth grader's syllabus to be a child's play and can read through it, understand it, digest it and practically apply it in an instant.


This sort of ability was unique in that one has to be able to see everything from a bird's eye point of view and be able to completely integrate it with their previously accumulated knowledge.


He watched her tediously work day and night on equipment outlines, configurations, and potential outcomes.


Once she was done with those, she drew up a required budget, added some cushioning brackets and collated everything needed to set up a full-blown medium-sized manufacturing industry.


Though he was immensely impressed on the inside, Luther still scoffed and walked away as if he didn't notice it.


Since she was in a good mood today, Su Lin couldn't help but smile.


This guy's reactions were getting more and more comical every single day.


She patiently waited for a couple more weeks and when the preorder numbers hit a thousand, she canceled all the preorders out of nowhere.


There was immediately a huge uproar on her website.


Why the heck is this product not available when it's finally my turn!!! It's all my fault I should have stocked up sooner!!


The regret slowly turned into anger and a whole lot of baldies, both, in Hangzhou city and abroad, threw out curses left and right.


Runyan bit her lips nervously, "Sis.. People are scolding us again?"


"Heh. What else is new?" Su Lin smirked and continued reading her advanced management business books.


She silently let everyone go wild overnight and the next day, she surprised them all with an insane notification.


"My soft hands are tired continuously making products. Fund me here at Organicaa to build a supply chain (^^)."


Forget about building the credibility of her product. She even dared to supply her start-up using crowdfunding!


And she set a 2 million dollar goal!


Luther facepalmed and walked away chuckling.


There was no freaking way, she would receive such a humungous crowdfunding amount.


This essentially translates to pre-orders worth of 2 million dollars!


This miss needs some hard life lessons.


Su Lin on the other hand very confidently closed her laptop and got ready to do some much-deserved shopping!


After a long time, Shen Mignani was actually invited to a social gathering. It was an award ceremony to commemorate pianists.


They had invited a few celebrities to add sparkle to the event and keep their benefactors happy.


That too, when one of their major benefactors, Lan family's young master, Yishen Lan, had particularly requested Miss Mignani's presence, they didn't dare refuse.


And since Mignani had a few extra tickets, she invited Su Lin and Runyan as well.


She knew that at least Su Lin was very fond of all these events and those two barely did anything fun.


Mignani even went as far as to treat them both to a shopping spree.


While Runyan hesitated, Su Lin gladly accepted the offer and had been humming and whistling all day, looking forward to this.


The trio visited the very exclusive golden outfit hall, a shop reserved for only a few selected customers.


Since Mignani had once been a famous actress, she still had the pass for it and was able to access the store.


And just as fate would have it, Tang Yue had also ended up visiting the same store on the same day, with a bunch of her friends.


This was a rare free day she had and she wanted to have some fun with her friends.


Shi Meng has been driving her crazy lately. She really needed to blow off some steam on this shopping trip.


Watching Su Lin enter the store with Shen Mignani, a smile crept up her tired face and immediately brightened up. The sacrificial lamb has arrived!


She gave a knowing smile to her friends and one of them spoke loudly, "Look at that. The famous bald queen of Hollywood has arrived."


Another one added, "And she brought the famous Hangzhou slut with her. You guys should have a lot of money!"


Immediately a loud wave of laughter erupted and everyone in the shop looked at them with disdain.

Transmigrating into a poor and mistreated young lady's body, what will the craziest alchemist of the seven realms now do?

 ............................. 

He stood there, soaking wet in the pouring rain, earnestly looking at her. 

He gazed at her, as if she was his entire world. But, only to be mercilessly cut down.... 

“Me? Falling in love?! You have got to be kidding me. I would rather dominate this world.” 

Grinning, he took her hands and kissed them gently. 

“You can dominate me first sweetheart.” 

Taken aback by his sudden straight forwardness, she abruptly withdrew her hands. 

“No thanks” He looked deeply into her eyes and smiled gently. 

Not deterred by her words, even a bit, he smirked. “Your lips are saying no. 

But your heart betrays you, my dear.” 

Getting more and more flustered, she took a step back, widening the gap between them. 

She looked at him mockingly to hide her panic, “Oh and since when did you have a telepathic connection with my heart.” 

Heh... He let out an amused chuckle. 

Closing the distance between them again, he took a step forward and lifted her hand, pointing at her watch’s display. 

“I always did have that my dear. But in this case, see your heart rate just spiked.”

Song Mian was by Yun Xiangxiang's side from the moment she had her cake, until one in the morning. She was born at one in the morning.
"You even know about this!" Yun Xiangxiang was taken aback.
"I convinced your little brother after all," Song Mian smiled charmingly.
"Hmph, Little Lin is still young. And he accepted you because of his trust in me," Yun Xiangxiang sneered. "Let's see how you convince my dad."
Yun Lin was a siscon, but he was a different siscon. Yun Lin would acknowledge anything she acknowledged. Quoting him: Elder sister is so pretty. Whatever my elder sister says is correct.
Yun Zhibin was unlike Yun Lin. He might be an ordinary high school teacher, but he had seen people from all walks of life.
The children he taught, the children's parents, the children's temperament after they grew up. Yun Zhibin was crystal clear about them.
"If my father-in-law sees countless people, that's an advantage to me instead," Song Mian sat on the edge of the high rise with Yun Xiangxiang wrapped in his arms. The landscape of the city unfolded beneath their eyes. "He can see that I am a dependable man in one glance."
"Shameless," Yun Xiangxiang's lips pursed. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.
"If my girlfriend does not believe me, we can always try it out," Song Mian asked tentatively.
The evening breeze courted Yun Xiangxiang's side bangs to a dance. She pushed it back. Turning aside, she gazed at Song Mian earnestly, "Let's wait for two more years."
If she brought her boyfriend home when she was still eighteen, she could only imagine how Yun Zhibin and Su Xiuling would feel.
She loved Song Mian. She too wanted to declare their relationship to the public sooner. Even so, she could not disregard her parents' feelings.
"They raised me for eighteen years. I can only ask you to bear it for two more," Yun Xiangxiang coaxed him gently.
Song Mian stared blankly into space in silence.
Yun Xiangxiang quickly turned his face back when she saw that. She gave him a strong kiss, "Don't throw your tantrum at me."
Song Mian's eyes were half-closed, his face still unchanging.
Yun Xiangxiang resigned. She could only tug on his sleeve, "I am just looking out for you. You have to listen to me if you want to marry me sooner."
If she brought Song Mian home so early, Yun Zhibin would still despise him even if Song Mian could make her parents relax.
Yun Zhibin would not prohibit them from seeing each other for his daughter. But he only had one daughter. It was not an impossible demand to wait a few more years before marrying her off.
She would not have to take her household register and clandestinely marry Song Mian when the time arrives.
Yun Xiangxiang had already laid everything bare to him. She didn't even say these to that man in both her lives. Even so, Song Mian was still unresponsive.
An irritated Yun Xiangxiang quickly raised her head, just to fall into the mesmerising, purplish-black eyes of Song Mian. They were full of laughter.
"Oh, you dare tease me…"
Yun Xiangxiang did not finish her threat. Song Mian held the back of her head, as he tilted his head and closed her tender lips.
His was a deep, lingering, gentle, and domineering kiss.
The stardust in the heavens played as their backdrop; the lights of the city shone on them.
He held her face in his hands, while his forehead touched hers. "I want to always be by your side."
The charm of the moment disappeared into the wind as he said that. Yun Xiangxiang understood, "You went out of your way to celebrate my birthday with me."
"En, there's some problematic issues there. I need to make a return trip," Song Mian was apologetic.
Yun Xiangxiang wrapped her hands around his waist as she embraced him tightly. She leaned against his chest, "Ah Mian, thank you for letting me soar freely. I love you. I love everything about you. Your family, your career, and your burden."
That's why I won't be so weak and calculating. I won't feel at loss because of your lack of time by my side. It doesn't mean I don't care. It means I trust you.
"You are the only woman who can move me," Song Mian returned Yun Xiangxiang's hug touchingly.
Yun Xiangxiang did not need to do anything for him. She could give him infinite strength by understanding and accommodating him. He could do his best in his job without worries.
Song Mian came and left quickly. Yun Xiangxiang saw him jumping off the helicopter. Now she sent him back herself.
As the helicopter took flight, Yun Xiangxiang waved at him gracefully before turning around and leaving with Lotus of the Connected Hearts in her hands.
She would not follow her eyes on his departure. It would make him feel guilty. She was not acting tough. They still had a long future ahead of them. A day's separation was nothing to talk about.
Aside from filming, it had been a long time since Yun Xiangxiang slept this late. She had a great rest.
Her birthday was on the 27th. She received numerous calls of compliments. There were also people who gave her money as compliments.
That included Yi Yan and Fang Nanyuan. They were the only ones who knew her account number. Both gave her 181,818 yuan.
The official account for Ming Ai Children's Charity Fund tagged Yun Xiangxiang at noon to congratulate her on her birthday, as well as thanking her for her fans' crowdfunding donation.
There were sixteen million people who donated for Yun Xiangxiang's birthday. Not all of them were her fans. There were scores of Xue Yu and Lu Jin's fans who knew about Yun Xiangxiang's birthday event and donated one yuan.
Since Yun Xiangxiang declared it as public crowdfunding and limited it to one yuan per person, as well as donating it in the name of her fans, there was nothing but praise for her on the Internet. Nobody could find fault in it.
[Your Bombay V: Happy birthday, goddess. Choosing one thousand people from the sharers of this post. Each gets nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine yuan.]
[Ao ao ao. Crazy rich guy, it's you again. Holy cow! It's one thousand people this time.]
[Crazy rich guy has mines in his home. Oil mine and diamond mine]
[Hahahaha, told you crazy rich guy would appear on goddess' birthday]
[Pick me pick me, I'll donate it all to charity organizations if I'm chosen]
[The one above me +1]
[+...]
Yun Xiangxiang had nothing to do at the moment. An inexplicable urge of checking the IP address of "Your Bombay" rose within her when she saw the account still being online.
It would make it easier to ask him out and advise him to slow down when she would be in his city. The account's actions were too outrageous.
To her shock, she found out that this IP address had layers of protection. She could not get past its firewall and lock on to it.
"This is an expert," Yun Xiangxiang sighed. She looked at Ai Li, but decided to not ask her in the end.
Yun Xiangxiang did not bother Song Mian with this as she knew he was busy.
She opened the answering video Song Mian sent her yesterday. After paying attention to the video, she redid the questions she got wrong.
At this moment, Lu Jin knocked on her door, "Xiangxiang, are you there?"
Song Qian opened the door. Yun Xiangxiang greeted him, "Brother Jin. Anything I can help you with?"
"Only this place has the silver colored model of the car I gave you yesterday. You want to take a look at it?" Lu Jin had only just known about it too.
They could take the car in the dealership's HQ in China after their return. Most of the procedures were done.
The problem was this model was the new product in the Supreme series which he endorsed. The silver colored model was not open to other countries.
"Let's check it out."


Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life. 
This life, she wants to be a proper actor. 
Have a good reputation, rather have nothing than everything and not rely on the words from her fans. The products are quality. Firmly plant her own feet to the ground and only rely on herself to take the throne, step by step. 
Yet, she accidentally got entangled with a world-class big shot.
Ever since then, the world-class big shot followed her on Weibo. He would gift her advanced technological goods for protection. Create rings that no one else can wear but her. He would glorify her family name so he can go through fire to watch over. 
Until he finally embraced her, "It's too dangerous for you. You can only be safe if you become my wife." 
Yun Xiangxiang: ...


The woman's name was Zheng Yunxia and she was twenty-eight years of age this year. She had once been a kindergarten teacher in Sea City.
During a clinical checkup half a year ago, she had discovered a space-occupying liver lesion, and after a detailed analysis had been carried out in Sea City General Hospital, it was determined to be liver cancer requiring surgery.
Zheng Yunxia was from a small farming village and was not wealthy. She would often allocate 500 yuan of her meager pay to her family and would also be obligated to hand some money over to her own brother for him to buy lottery tickets every month.
Any normal patient from Sea City would not choose to have their surgery done thereafter finding out they had liver cancer.
This was especially since Imperial City was not far and had higher medical standards. Hence, most people would travel to Imperial City for treatment; as long as they could be admitted there, most people would not mind the extra cost.
However, Zheng Yunxia could barely afford her surgical fees in Sea City, and the money she had used to pay for her treatment were savings she had scraped up over a very long period of time.
After being informed of her current ailment, her husband disappeared without a trace for two whole days. He did not even come by to sign her pre-operations acknowledgment form.
Zheng Yunxia had been on the brink of a breakdown after being relentlessly rushed by the doctor.
Two days later, her husband finally showed up. Unfortunately, when he did, it was with neither compassion nor support but a divorce agreement.
The impact of this single action had greatly broken her.
However, she persevered and fought on. Her post-op recovery was slow, but she began working again before she had even fully recovered.
Due to her cancer, she was no longer able to work as a kindergarten teacher.
The principal's excuse was that if any of the parents found out their children were in contact with someone with liver cancer, they would undoubtedly cause a huge argument.
Hence, she was only able to work jobs within her abilities.
However, fate was not through with her series of unfortunate events. There was no compromise or poetic justice. Life was tragic for her.
During a routine checkup a few months later, her doctor reluctantly informed her that her cancer had recurred.
This news was earth-shattering and absolutely devastated her. She was no longer fit for surgery and her only option was chemotherapy in the oncology department.
There was no localized drug available for liver cancer and her only choice was chemotherapy similar to that used for gastrointestinal cancer.
The effects were...limited. However, she was out of options.
Even though the treatment was the most basic and possessed the highest rate of side effects, Zheng Yunxia was only able to afford a single treatment and was forced to roam the city with a cancer-stricken body after that.
She scraped by for every single meal and would save up the rest in order to afford a cheaper brand of Capecitabine. She knew that Capecitabine was used to treat gastrointestinal cancer and would have no effects on liver cancer.
However, she had no other options left.
This was a manic state of survival; the desperation to cling to life.
Zheng Yunxia was in no way able to afford targeted drug therapy, and Chinese herbal medicines were either too expensive or did not inspire confidence.
Based on her own judgement, traditional Chinese doctors were only able to judge an illness based on one's appearance, body condition, body odor and heartbeat. Hence, what kind of life-saving herbal concoction could such a doctor prescribe when they could not even label which godd*mn artery was which?
This time, she was completely penniless and had absolutely no other alternatives.
Her gradually declining health and her increasingly exhausted body would no longer allow her to work more jobs. She was no longer able to afford Capecitabine, having to switch from an imported brand known as Xeloda to a locally-made variant.
To add insult to injury, her family kept demanding money from her. Her brother had gotten himself a new girlfriend and had demanded twelve thousand yuan as a betrothal gift.
The last phone call she had was moments ago. Zheng Yunxia's mother had told her that raising her had been an absolute waste and that she was useless.
After she hung up, she forced a smile for her oncologist who had been taking care of her all this time before leaving. When she arrived at the hallway, she opened a window and proceeded to sit on the ledge.
She was ready to enjoy the final moments of her life. The sky was dark and the winds were strong. The snowflakes that grazed against her face slightly stung her.
Oh the human realm, how unworthy.
These were the events recounted by Su Yun.
Zheng Ren only ate in silence as he listened without any intention of interrupting.
The nurse who was listening by their side was tearing up, and although situations like these were common in a hospital, every situation would invoke different reactions in people.
"How's crowdfunding going?" the nurse asked while wiping away her tears.
It was the first thing that came to her mind.
"That's pretty much useless," Su Yun replied with tightly-squinted eyes while staring at Zheng Ren, "The thing with liver cancer is that there aren't any effective treatments for it, and even with molecularly-targeted therapy, the effective treatment rate is less than ten percent."
"What can be done now?" the nurse needled, concerned. For an issue of this magnitude, though, there was little she could do.
After Zheng Ren and the trio were done eating, they proceeded to clean up after themselves.
"Chief Zheng, you seemed like you were holding back something. Is there something you would like to say?" Su Yun noticed Zheng Ren appeared to have something on his mind.
"This is the only thing I hate about you. If you have something to say, then go ahead and spit it out. If you had to fart, just release it at full volume. Don't leave your statements hanging. Hearing your statements is like a godd*mn chapter cliffhanger from any novel I read. These annoying cliffhangers are always agonizing and when the next chapter arrives, it doesn't have anything interesting, either," Zheng Ren replied.
"Oh, please," Su Yun grunted.
"Have you done an interventional embolization on a hepatocellular carcinoma before?" Zheng Ren asked casually while packing away his lunchbox.
"I have seen it done before. When Instructor Pan was carrying out the embolization procedure, I was his assistant."
"So just by observing alone, you've managed to master it?" Zheng Ren sardonically.
"Of course." Su Yun seemed to have completely missed the sarcasm, running his fingers through his hair and presented himself stoically.
This simple action and reply completely charmed the nurse accompanying them as her eyes glimmered with brightly-lit sparks of pure admiration.
After they had cleaned up, Zheng Ren returned to his office and proceeded to cuddle up against the Sciences of Hepatopancreatobiliary book, ready to take a nap in the on call room.
"Hey, whether you could pull it off or not, you have to at least say something." Su Yun was face-to-face with Zheng Ren, but since being described as 'beyond awful', Su Yun proceeded to interrogate the latter bluntly.
He was truly an uninteresting person.
"I will try. Not a single person would be confident operating on late-stage cancer," Zheng Ren replied, meeting Su Yun's stare and adding, "Only under a high-intensity MRI scan can we determine how far the cancer had progressed. After that, comes the problem of medical fees."
"Between me, the Chu sisters or that robotic nurse, none of us are in desperate need of money," Su Yun replied passionately.
"If you want to solve the problem and need a lot of money, you'd need to start a huge crowdfunding campaign." Zheng Ren's statement was cold. "We're only able to save those who can afford it."
Su Yun replied with a smile. He understood the hidden meaning behind that statement.
Anyone who had been working in that hospital anywhere between three to five years understood that principle.
There were people who were forcibly discharged early due to their inability to afford their bills. These people were not extremely rich and did not have access to an insane amount of money; a year of unpaid bills would amount to tens of thousands of yuan. In certain rare cases, it would even reach a few hundred million. Who would be able to casually pay such a ridiculous amount of money?
"It's time to showcase a new method, then." Su Yun seemed optimistic as he continued where Zheng Ren left off.
"Yes, indeed. However, the only problem is that I'm not medically qualified to perform interventional therapy. I am only able to manage emergency treatment and if the patient were to pursue legal action, I can kiss my medical license goodbye."
That nurse felt like she was listening to an incomprehensible lecture. She could not understand what the two were talking about.
Besides the constant consumption of targeted drugs for late-stage hepatocellular carcinoma, the best, most effective treatment option would be interventional therapy.
Such treatment would be able to accurately determine the cancer mass in the liver and then administer the chemotherapy drug, known as lipiodol, to embolize the main nutrient-carrying blood vessels. This would ultimately achieve the main goal of treating the cancerous mass growth.
Alternatively, a laser could be used to 'disintegrate' the mass.
As for the total medical fees required, not a single person in Sea City had ever undergone hepatocellular carcinoma interventional embolization. Hence, this could be considered pioneering a new field.
Since it was a new field, the hospital could be willing to charge a lower fee.
Thus, Su Yun followed Zheng Ren back to the on-call room; the nurse behind Zheng Ren sent chills down his spine when he noticed her sinister and hate-filled gaze.
"What are you following me for?"
"I am your assistant surgical officer. Today is unpredictable and if there were any emergencies at night, I worry I would be unable to return in short notice, so I will be staying here for the night," Su Yun replied confidently.
"I don't need an assistant for my surgeries," Zheng Ren lamented.
"Alright, next time I will make sure to prepare the pre-surgery sheets earlier and the postoperative suturing can be left to me. I will not let you down."
"..."


“Primum non nocere.” 
First, do no harm. - Hippocrates
Zheng Ren—an ordinary general surgeon in a cruel medical world whose efforts went unnoticed. His struggles are real…until he is blessed with a system and gifted with skills that exceeded even the best surgeons in the world. Alone in the world with no one to depend on, Zheng Ren uses his exceptional gift to challenge the skepticism of his colleagues and save lives.

Aman sat across the desk from the principal of his school.

"So, Mr. Batra, you weren't selected for the Indian Institute of Eugenics."

"No. No sir, I wasn't."

"Can you tell me why?"

"The selector said that my soul was damaged by my frequent gene extractions, making my control jerky."

"Yes? How unfortunate."

From the face of the principal, Aman couldn't find any trace that he found the situation unfortunate.

Spinning around in his swivel chair so that he faced away from Aman, the principal continued, his bald head shining under the sunlight that streamed through the window of his office.

"Tell me Mr. Batra, how is your sister these days?"

Aman had an inkling where this conversation was going. He grit his teeth and replied, "She is out of danger and is now convalescing at home."

"Hmm? Good to hear." Suddenly spinning his chair around and putting his elbows on his desk and resting his chin on his interlaced fingers, the principal looked at him through narrowed eyes.

"Are you aware that crowdfunding is very popular nowadays? And there are numerous cancer foundations that can be of financial help to you."

"Yes sir, we looked into all of those means. Their help took the edge off our situation. The scholarship from the school was especially helpful."

"Yes? Then it is fortunate that your sister has recovered. We will regrettably have to stop your scholarship."

Even though he knew this was coming, it was still a shock to him.

"But sir…"

He stopped me with a gesture and got up from his chair and began pacing in the area behind his desk.

"You have to understand Mr Batra that the current you and the person we decided to sponsor are essentially different people. I have to answer to the board of directors every time I decide to continue your stipend."

"Then why did the answer change this time? Right after my rejection by the Indian Institute of Eugenics? Were you holding out till you were sure my use value was zero?"

"Your words, not mine, Mr. Batra. Now, I am a busy man. Please show yourself out." His eyes went to the schoolbag on Aman's shoulder. "And have a good day."

Aman was fuming as he stomped out of the school. Ashok hadn't been selected as well and he wasn't pleased to have Aman exceed him even if he wasn't selected finally.

Add being publicly dumped by Sneha who had been selected and Ashok was in a foul mood. And raring to take it out on Aman.

So, when the principal had called him to his office, he had come with his bag. He would have bunked the rest of the classes anyway. Not that he was in any mood for studies.

The school had always been this materialistic.

The first time Ashok had hit him, he had complained to the authorities and threatened police involvement. The school had immediately stepped in to mediate.

They didn't want their reputation ruined by a police case after all.

Ashok had been warned and after that he hadn't done the actually excessive parts of the bullying. He had left that up to Ronnie and Rohit.

Those two had no fear of expulsion. In fact, they probably welcomed it, what with their 3 and 4 intelligence stats and the conditions Ashok must have proposed to them. His father had a leather business and more guards/goons were always welcome.

He clenched his fist. It seemed that the sensor was his only hope.

Aman pulled out his phone and switched it on. He had switched it off during the selections.

Just as it turned on, it began to vibrate as nearly fifty missed calls and just as many messages popped up.

It was his mother.

Reading one, his eyes widened. Preeti had collapsed.

The Gene Era has begun. Mankind has taken their first steps on the Road to Perfection.

Aman was ready to sacrifice everything for his family and for that he suffered the ridicule of his peers and the betrayal of his lover.

At the lowest point of his life, in a shady alley, from the hands of a dying man, he received the key to the GENE Project.

Now, embroiled in events far larger than he could ever imagine, will our protagonist reach the end of the Road to Perfection? Or will he die mid-way? 

Read on to find out.

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Jae-Sik hesitated in front of Gun-Ho's office before he entered the office.
"Hey, Jae-Sik, please come in. The guests already left."
Jae-Sik entered the office and sat carefully at the conference table in Gun-Ho's office.
"I talked with the lady president who used to work for KimBooks."
"That's good. So you found her phone number."
"My college friend who was my junior at that time happened to work for KimBooks at their editorial department. He also majored in creative writing like me. He made me promise to him that I wouldn't tell anyone that I got her number from him."
"Really? So what does that lady president say?"
"She said she wanted to have some time off from her work at first. And then, once she found out that the person who wanted to talk with her is the president of a big auto parts company, she seems to be interested suddenly."
"So is she willing to meet with me?"
"She said she would visit the company. It seems that she has already been contacted by so many swindlers who said they would want to start a publishing company with her. So, she wants to make sure that you are really the person who is running a big company."
"Haha, really? So when is she coming here?"
"She said she will be here by 2 pm tomorrow."
"That's good. You should be here by 2 pm tomorrow too, okay?"
"Okay, I will."
"Do you have any information on her? Like how old she is?"
"I don't know much about her, but as far as I know, she graduated from Ewha Woman's University; she should be in her late 40s. She has an extensive sales network in the publishing industry, and she has incisive eyes in selecting good books to publish."
"Haha. I see. Okay, I will see you tomorrow at my office."
 
Gun-Ho was dozing off in his office after lunch when Jae-Sik came with a lady. She was that lady president who was known to have the hand of Midas in the publishing field; her name was Jeong-Sook Shin. She looked proud and intelligent. She walked into the office with a long white scarf around her neck. Jae-Sik introduced her to Gun-Ho.
"She is the previous president of KimBooks. This is President Gun-Ho Goo of GH Mobile here."
She offered first her hands to Gun-Ho for a handshake.
"I'm Jeong-Sook Shin. Very nice to meet you."
"I'm Gun-Ho Goo. Please have a seat."
Jeong-Sook sat on a chair.
"I was surprised twice since I came to this company. At first, I was surprised by the size of the company. I was actually expecting to see a factory with several tens of workers, but there are 250 workers in this company. Second, I was surprised because the president of this big company is so young. When I heard that the president of a manufacturing company is interested in starting a publishing company, I expected to see an old man."
 
Gun-Ho picked up the book written by Professor Jien Wang—Economy Trend in China for the 21st Century and showed it to Jeong-Sook.
"A friend of mine in China wrote this book. I want to publish this book in Korea."
The lady was wondering.
"Are you saying that you just want to publish this book, rather than starting a publishing company?"
"Of course not. I want to publish books that are best-selling books on Amazon.com, starting from this book here. I heard you have discerning eyes for recognizing good books."
"Since you are running a big company, I suppose you have enough funds to invest. How much do you intend to invest in a publishing company?"
"How much do you think would be enough?"
"It will take a few months to publish a book, and you need to pay for the expenses including labor until then. You can assume that it will take at least 300 million won until a publishing company starts generating enough income to be self-sufficient."
"300 million won. Okay. With how much salary would you be happy to work with me in running a publishing company?"
"I don't remember telling you that I would work with you in running a publishing business. I just came here out of curiosity since I am taking my time off from work, and I heard someone in the manufacturing industry was interested in the publishing industry."
"I don't know anything about publishing business, but you have been in the publishing field for a long time, and you have extensive experience and discernment in selecting books. I will take care of the necessary funds. Would you work with me and start a publishing company?"
"I have a few conditions."
"What are they?"
 
"First, I don't want to be interfered in running the publishing company."
"That I can do. I can't interfere with something I don't know about. Moreover, I don't have time or energy to do so since I have another company that I need to run."
"Hahaha. That's the thing I like about. That's why I have declined many offers to work together in running a publishing company. I knew you wouldn't interfere in the publishing business since you have your manufacturing company to run."
"Is there a second condition?"
"I'd like to have a stock option in addition to a salary. The major reason why I quit KimBooks was that I couldn't reach an agreement with its president on a stock option. I want 10%."
Gun-Ho shook his head.
"I have a company in China, and I give a stock option of 5%. I can't give you more than that. I need to keep balance and fairness within my companies. Moreover, a publishing business requires me to take a high risk of failure, and the business is not a type of business that would generate substantial revenue."
"Okay, then I will take a salary plus 5% stock option."
"Okay, I will give you that. However, I have a few conditions as well."
"I am listening."
 
"I want you to let Mr. Jae-Sik Moon manage the editorial department."
"Mr. Jae-Sik Moon? Of course, I would love to work with him. He used to work in the publishing industry, and he is an award-winning author of a full-length novel as well. He has extensive work experience in editing as well."
"Secondarily, I know three people in a design company in Seoul. I want you to hire them."
"I can give them an opportunity to have an interview with me. I need to see them first before I can tell you whether I would hire them or not. However, since you recommend them, I will see their qualification favorably."
"I will provide you an office-tel that is located close to the Gangnam station in Seoul."
"Sure. An office-tel would be enough until the company becomes stable."
"Okay then. We will contact you as soon as we complete any administration work on our side. The capital of the company is 300 million won, and the company's name will be GH Media. We will register Gun-Ho Goo and Jeong-Sook Shin as the directors of the company. For any paperwork we need from you in order to register your name as the director of the company, you will be contacted by Manger Seong-Il Kang from GH Development in Seoul."
"Sounds good."
 
When Jeong-Sook and Jae-Sik walked out of Gun-Ho's office, Jeong-Sook asked,
"What does President Goo's father do?"
"President Goo is a self-made successful man."
"Wow! He is so young though."
"He has another factory being built right now; they will soon move to that location. The new factory is in Jiksan Town; he is building a highly advanced factory in a 5,000 pyung large land there."
"5,000 pyung? Wow, he is an amazing person. I don't understand why he wants to have a small publishing company though."
"Why not? He probably likes it a lot."
 
Gun-Ho made a call to his office in Seoul—GH Development. Ji-Young Jeong picked up the phone.
"How is the design company next door doing?"
"Nothing has changed yet, sir. The office is still closed temporarily."
"You said that you know well the person who worked for that company, right?"
"Yes, the person I am close to is the team leader of their design team."
"Can you tell her to come to the office? Tell her that I will acquire that design company."
"Sir? Are you going to buy that design company?"
"Yes. I will be there by noon today. Tell her that I want to meet with her at noon if she doesn't have any prior engagement."
"Sure, I will let her know."

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