Hyunwoo hit upon a good idea all of a sudden.
He called Nami at the drop of a hat.
Fortunately, she had no shooting schedule in the morning. As soon as she received a call from him, she rushed to the broadcasting station. 
He told her about Angel's difficult situation at the moment. Nami looked at her with a worried look on her face.
"Hi, I'm Nami Yu, and my agency is AT Entertainment."
In fluent Englsih, she told Angela about the strength and weakness of her company. Of course, she passionately emphasized the risk she might have to take when she joined AT Entertainment. She also told Angela about the difficulties she had been going through.
Showing her an article about Yuni, a former member of the female singer group Hey Girls, she told Angela she could end up treading in Yumi's step.
"Of course, there are some female entertainers who really made a success, but there is something like an X-file involving their affairs with Taesu Ahn. That means you really have to be careful with him."
Angela didn't say anything, just listening to Nami's briefing quietly.
In the meantime, Hyunwoo took Jinhon outside for a conversation.
Jinhon was confused about Angela's situation. 
Calming him down, Hyunwoo said, "We can't force Angela's choice in our favor. We have to help her make the correct choice. If you try to persuade her carelessly, it will only backfire. So, don't try to irritate her with annoying words. Just stay with her silently. That is how you can help her. Okay?"
"Got it."
As requested, Jinhon tried to calm down and control his feelings. He just patted Angela on the back quietly.
With trust in Jinhon, Hyunwoo then headed to the conference room of Seoul City.
There were several unfamiliar faces when he got there. It looked like they were the salesmen of the Dream Korea team just like Hyunwoo was doing business for the KOVE DREAM team.
With a broad smile, Hyunwoo said hello first.
"Nice to see you. I'm Hyunwoo Jang of KOVE DREAM."
"I'm Jaewoo Kim of Dream Korea."
They shook hands and exchanged greetings, but turned away their eyes.
The meeting began. The city official explained the overview of the trade fair and then decided on the most important matter of 'how to assign which promotion booth to which company?'
The priority was given to Dream Korea, not KOVE DREAM, because the former was a coalition of 32 companies in Vietnam.
"You can use the first six promotion booths nearest the entrance," said the official.
Hyunwoo was surprised. Though it was a trade fair hosted by the city, using the booth was not free. It was pretty expensive, depending on the size and location of the booth.
In particular, the five booths reserved for Dream Korea cost 20 million per booth each day. 
As the trade fair would last for five days, they would have to pay 100 million won in booth fees. 
Hyunwoo chose a large promotion booth located a bit from Dream Korea. It was three times as large as other promotion booths in size.
When Hyunwoo didn't choose any other booths, the official asked, "Is just one booth enough for you?"
Hyunwoo felt as the booth was very large, it seemed spacious enough to house all the products of the 13 companies of KOVE DREAM. Besides, the booth cost as much as 50 million in daily fees, so he didn't have to use lots of money by adding more booths. 
"Yes, one booth is enough."
As soon as the meeting was over Jaewoo Kim of Dream Korea simply left the conference room.
Smacking his lips, Hyunwoo said, "Hummmm..he didn't have to feel hostile toward me like that."
In the meantime, Jaewoo called someone in Vietnam. The other party was Hyongbok Lee of DAS Toy.
"Uncle, I chose the best spot in the trade fair exhibition hall."
"Good job! I trust you."
"Don't forget to pay me the commission fee, please!"
"Don't worry, dude. You're going to make much more that I make here. Instead, you have to keep it to yourself that you're my cousin. Make sure they believe you and I met as business partners, okay?"
"Of course, President Lee!"

***
Hyunwoo arrived at the office of Ani & Funny rather late today as usual, but Kyungsu called him urgently as soon as he came in the office.
"Hold on a second. My boss has just got here. Pick up the phone now," said Kyungsu in an urgent voice. 
Not only Kyungsu but also other staff pressed on him to take the call urgently.
Hyunwoo thought one should stay calm even if one was put in a dangerous situation, but this time he couldn't.
"Hello?"
"Hello. This is a drink company called Ionhealty in New York, USA."
Hyunwoo tilted his head. He instantly thought of Seungwoo Paek, his high school alumnus and former executive of N&C Korea who recently flew to America, but he would have called N&C Korea or Hyunwoo's cell phone if he had made a success in America. And the other party mentioned his business was soft drinks. So, obviously, he was not Seungwoo.
"Oh, I see. Why did you call us?" asked Hyunwoo.
"I called you after hearing the music video 'Duckling Fly.'
Hyunwoo's eyes opened wide. He felt good to hear that.
"As a matter of fact, I would like to use the characters of the music video for the wrapping devices of our drink products."
Hyunwoo clenched his fist in spite of himself, and felt like his heart might explode with joy. 
Finally, the sale of the characters that Hyunwoo had been waiting for so long began. It was something unexpected that an American company, not a domestic company, contacted him first, but it was a more encouraging sign. 
"Very good suggestion. If you email me a contract, let me review it and get back to you," said Hyunwoo.
As if they waited for a moment like this, the staff shouted for joy.
"Hooray! Finally, we have made it! This is the beginning."
Hyunwoo nodded his head and said, "I told you that we would certainly make a success. Now, let's work on other products and sell them to the market. Let me pay you incentives as much as possible. So, don't worry about anything and focus on your work!"
"Yes, sir!"
A little later Hyunwoo received the draft contract from the American drinks company.
Hyunwoo asked Kyungsu and Sanggyu to review it.
There was no clause about exclusive rights to the music video. The contract period was five years, and the characters would be used on the wrapper.
"The contract money is $100,000 in addition to 5% royalty of the sales price. Given the level of awareness of our brand, the contract condition is reasonable."
Hyunwoo signed off on the contract, and the staff once again yelled out a cheer.
The contract with Ionhealty was the first sale of the music video, which would bring another one. Several days later, another company called him for the same reason. 
Not only Hyunwoo but also the staff were all smiles. 
Surfing the internet on his computer Kyungsu murmured, "What the heck is this?"
"What is that?"
"Our branch in Vietnam sent us a sample video production. They sent us a funny drawing pile, too."
"Did they send a wrong file?
"No, it looks like a proposal. They suggested changing the characters of Tuti & Angelica."
Hyunwoo grinned at that because they felt their initiative was commendable.
Most probably each of them would be fiercely competing to be the first CEO of their branch by promoting themselves. The character proposal was such a move. 
"Do you think it's okay to change the characters?" asked Hyunwoo.
"Yea, I think it's a very good idea. They're much more attractive than the existing characters."
"Really? Can I see them?" said Jihun Kang.
"Wow, this is great. Who drew this? Looks like personal characters are 100% better than mine," said Jihun.
"Are you sure they're that good?" asked Hyunwoo.
"Yea, look at this. They all wear the same facial expressions, but their characteristics look all different. This one is pure, this is wicked, this is naughty, and this one stupid…"
Kyungsu nodded, seeing eye to eye with him.
Hyunwoo suddenly became curious who drew the characters.
"Do you see the author's name there?"
"I see it in English. How do you pronounce it, Yujong?"

Miracles don't come walking your way by themselves.

It is your decisions and will that determine these.

A story of a man who created miracles.

**Munpia Novels**

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The previous chapters were mistakenly released under 《Remember The Name》. It's finally fixed.

"I was confused with two choice, if I want to continue the path of skating or to become a teacher. Until I met that teacher. He encourages me to pursue what I should dream and replaced the emptiness of my heart into a motivated one, from that moment I was able to decide what I should follow." Kirisu smiled.

"Your teacher is really a good person." Hiroto complimented. 

Kirisu nodded, "After he said that to me I was thinking If I could become a teacher like him and that I should be able to do what he was able to do.."

"Then, I became a teacher. In the start I was brimming with passion and dedication to the teachers life." Kirisu smiled again.

"And around that time, a student somehow got close to me. She always asked me for advice about her music since she really wanted to enroll in a music university. I was happy that someone was relying on me back then." Kirisu smile but little by little she was becoming sadder. 

Hiroto noticed the changes but didn't say anything and continued to listen.

"She applied to the school music university but, she failed. I felt sad and confused because I have made her feel livid and motivated but that point of time I realize..I had the wrong idea of what I was doing and wasn't able to understand what 'kindness' really means." Kirisu looked down.

"I thought that a teacher should always guide students and help them what they wanted to become but I was wrong. When I looked at her I saw myself when I was younger, a student that wanted to become a teacher but right now I had took a student to an emotion filled path that becomes her negativity and that made me realize that I cannot become a teacher like him."

"Because of that I didn't have the face to teach there anymore..from then on I focused on the talent of every student they had, if they are talented in a field they want to pursue. Then, I would try to make them realized that it was the best path they have to take.

"..."

"I'm sorry, Kirisu-sensei. I should not ask." Hiroto said

Kirisu shook her head, "It's okay"  he was sad hearing Kirisu's hardship but he couldn't help but say.

"What about the untalented student, sensei. If they don't have any talent on them then what would you do?..."

"I understand that you wanted to help students to their best path, but in the end it comes to the person's ability to work hard, persistence and motivation to one path they wanted to take, should they not have one, it's easy to say that they can easily fail."

"Then, even if they have a minimal amount of talent on one field then I a teacher would focus on that." Kirisu said with a slightly higher voice.

"What if they weren't happy doing it, would you keep teaching them even if they became unhappy about it..."

"..."

"I'm not going to change my mindset, this is how I lived..but I'll take your word as consideration.."

Without knowing they were already at the apartment building and she went upstairs. Kirisu opened the door of her apartment while Hiroto opened his door before he was able to enter, she called him.

"Hiroto-kun… Thank you." Kirisu went inside quickly as she crouched and covered her face with her knees.

'That was really embarrassing….'

-

Hiroto was called by Ao who was the manager and editor of the novel he signed at a publishing company.

He traveled to Akihabara and reached their in just minutes and after getting to the company, he was suddenly surprised.

"Ahh! it's Hiroto-kun, what nice timing come here quick we'll show you.." Ao san energetically said as his bald head had a reflection that can blind one's eyesight 

Hiroto was brought to the meeting room, everyone had a tired look on their face but they all had a smile..

The managerial, every department directors and the president was at the meeting room.

"Everyone, let's clap for our rising star, Tamaki-kun for bringing the company to its better glory!!" the president said.

"And let's clap to ourselves for being busy these past two weeks, we have been tired but it was worth it!, look at the graph of Tamaki-san republishing in just a week and seems like many stores wanted more restock." ome employee had changed the slide on the front to the two week of publishing. The rise was astounding. From the first three days which had 20,000 copies to 50,000 in three days.

"Yes, the books were being emptied after they were restocked. It turned infamous to its popularity due to the first chapters at the website as a "Daring Novel" that was suddenly serialized to a light novel and many had recommended it for others by then this hype already happened. We didn't have the chance to react and can only increase the production….."

"Yes, we need to contact other factories!!"

"Right, and also advertisements!!"

"We need to hype it more to!"

"Everyone had read the next volume right?! This is just the sales for the first one!"

'It's actually this sensational, then what about the few novels I had in my mind.' Hiroto smiled as he looked at the buzzling meeting room.

"Haruhi Suzumiya had already been sold for around 250,000 copies already!"

"That fast!?"

"It's still rising, contact other publishing factories and signed up for the contracts quick!!"

Hiroto had a talk with the publishing president. She had too thank him for choosing her company since he kickstarted the trend for many aspiring authors to sign up to the company.

"Hey, Hiroto-kun.." 

"Do you want to sign up for a full time contract with the company?" 

"Umm, I can't do that."

"So you don't want…" Ao was kind of disappointed. The opportunity just slip by just like that but he doesn't want to have a hostile relationship with Hiroto so he can only accept his decision

"If you change your mind then don't hesitate to join us and we will welcome you open arms." Ao said.

"...Thank you for the offer  but I'm sorry, I don't have plans for now but I would still complete the Haruhi Light novel to its completion." Hiroto smiled while rubbing the back of his head

Hiroto was asked by Ao which surprised him. "Do you have time at saturday."

"What is it Ao-san?"

"It seems that your illustrator wanted to meet you to discuss something"


"Eh? that's okay, I think I can have time for that."


"Then, don't pressure yourself, you two would be the only to meet, he-he you should be happy.."

"Eh, why?" Hiroto asked in confusion

"Because its a girl.." Ao teasingly said

"Is that so.." Hiroto said

"Why not much reaction…"

"I already have a girlfriend, she will kill me if I had expectations." Hiroto raised his hands.

"... youth's act fast this days huh.." Ao only sighed 

"Well, that's to be expected ha.ha" Hiroto dryly laugh.

"Let's have a drink sometime, I could give you advice on your relationship..."

"Eh, but I'm still underage.."

"You just need to drink juice, juice is still a drink, I didn't say about alcohol boya…." Ao pats his shoulder.

- - - -

A sound of party poppers pop in the living room of Hiroto's house. Honoka's house was small so afterwards he had been the one who recommended his house as the party place since he was the only one occupying and it would lessen their money spending rather than scheduling to a restaurant or something. 
Upon seeing his home, Honoka and co. was surprised at the space it occupies. While Maki and Umi felt shy because it was their first time being in a males house and moreover him living alone. With the lead of Umi they had made the party dishes with his consent while he bought the ingredients that was not enough. Until an hour passed they had prepared everything.

A two table connected full of nice smelling food, drinks and confectionery for the girls taste.

"Hiroto-kun/chan, Maki-chan!" Umi and co. said his name at the same time then looked at each other smiling.

"Thank you for helping us." the three of them bowed deeply to Hiroto

"N-no, you don't have to thank us that much ! I just did what was right." Hiroto waved his hand frantically while Maki twirled her hair and did not say anything.

"No! Helping us in training and exercise, Helping Umi-chan to conquer her stage fright and you Maki-chan, Hiroto-kun created that wonderful music for us. Honoka said with a resolute energetic voice and she bent her body to 90 degrees as to thank them. Meanwhile, Umi and Kotori followed up.

Hiroto can only gladly smile, well they were really kind girls that he was happy to help.

"You're welcome.., everyone had already practiced enough to make this live a success right? I hope this live will reach the hearts of the students at our school" Umi and the co. raised their heads to look at Hiroto.

"Yes, we're ready perfect!" Honoka beamed as she enthusiastically said while Umi and Kotori nodded the same. (AN:Lol)

"Un." Kotori said.

"It's thanks to you guys that we didn't have to worry about other things. We just have to focus practicing our dance steps and thanks to the maid training, I was able to lower my fear, now I don't react that much.." Umi said with a composed expression and smiled gratefully.

"Come on, Maki-chan say something to them as well." Hiroto whispered to her ear.

"Why do I have to say something, isn't it your duty?" Maki said in a low voice as she rolled her eyes on him. In a moment of looking at Hiroto's face she surrendered and sighed. She looked at the three that had expectations on their face.

"... well, your welcome..." Maki looks sideways as she crossed her arms.

"..."

'That's just like her..' The trio laughed at her shying away.

"We will definitely show a successful live!" Honoka raised her fist up high, totally determined.

"Yes, will not make our hard work be wasted!" Kotori joined her bandwagon.

"We practiced so hard after all." Umi smiled.

Hiroto nodded, 'They had grown their personality in just a month' he thought and could not help but smile.

'I should record their live performance. It's for the sake of school in the end and they haven't noticed Takeshi's publishing yet?, they might just be that focus on their training.' 

"Then everyone? KANPAI!!" Hiroto raised his glasses, everyone saw his gestures and did the same.

"KANPAI!" Umi and the co. followed up. Maki did the same but had a lower voice.

They started eating the food on the table.

"Karaage really tastes good!, try it Maki-chan!." Hiroto couldn't help but praise the karaage he was eating.

"Eh? Mmm!" Maki was only holding her cup of juice was a bit surprised when she felt a piece of food flew into her mouth that unconsciously opened since he asked so.. 

Hiroto put the karaage inside her mouth using his chopsticks. "It's really good right?"

"Mm!" Maki chewed down the food inside her mouth "indeed delicious, wait! Why did you do that so sudden" Maki followed up while getting flustered a bit.

"If I wait for your approval you will just reject it."

"Aren't that a couple thing." Maki said with a cute low voice.

"Aren't we..?" Hiroto whispered, while he holds her hands not seen by others.

"Idiot, don't say it out loud." Maki whispered while feeling embarrassed. She couldn't help but pinch his waist.

"Since when did you become this close? Hiroto-chan, Maki-chan?" Honoka said, while Hiroto and Maki realized that they had shown them something misleading but it wasn't and was the truth. Hiroto looked at Maki as if waiting for an approval. Maki didn't reply and had look sideways while pouting.

'How should I say this..' Hirot felt troubled. He whispered to Maki what he should say.

"I don't know...it's embarrassing" 

"Eh?, well, actually Maki and I were going out.."

"EH?!?!?!"

"Since when?!"

"It's not!, were no--" 

'Geee' Honoka and Kotori stared at the embarrassed Maki who was shouting already. Until she give up.

"Fine, we're g-going out that's the answer…."

Honoka and Kotori had understood that with their closeness during this week, they had already developed a special connection with each other, it was just a matter of time. They are both happy and not happy with the revelations. 

"I see, congratulations Hiroto-kun, Maki-chan. " Umi smiled.

"Hehe, Thank you very much. Umi-senpai."

Honoka and Kotori look at Umi then look at each other. They only sighed and also congratulate them.

"Thank you everyone"

"Make sure to take care of Maki-chan, or you will regret." Honoka

"Un! Make Maki-chan happy " Kotori 

"!"

"Maki, if hiroto did something that makes you unhappy don't hesitate to speak with me." Umi said smiling seems not a smile.

'That's a warning right, it's a warning right?' Hiroto thought

"Don't say it anymore it's embarrassing.." Maki said while cowering at his back.

'Wow' 

[Ding] A blue translucent floating screen appeared in front of him.

[Hidden Quest Received.]

'So this is what the quest function the system was telling about.' Hiroto nodded, he now knows that the system cannot be seen by others.

[Quest: Hidden
Piano and Vocal :
Perform a duet with Maki and motivate the listeners.
Requirements : 
The music duet must reach the hearts of the
audiences.
Audience needed to be moved : 150 people
Reward: Singing (Master) Skill, 10 XP, Memorization Capsules x 10.]

Hiroto looked at Maki as her shyness stopped when she saw Hiroto very happy that had a smile on her face.

"Your my angel Maki-chan!" Hiroto looked at her eyes and she grip his hand more tightly.

"What are you saying, so suddenly!" Maki felt shy and she looked at the side as Hiroto whispered to her ear.

"Let us show them the song that I taught you last two weeks ago, Maki. I will play the piano and you sing." he said.

'It was supposed to be an emergency thing, if the live isn't successful, it can't be helped if I can motivate them I guess,' he thought.

"Eh!, why?" Maki was kind of surprised by the sudden proposed by Hiroto.

"Let's just do it, there's no need to be shy.." Hiroto straightly said.

"Fine...just this once, okay!" Maki said while not being honest with her answer.

"Why did we practice if we wouldn't perform, well let just show them."

Hiroto prepared his piano while Maki drank some water to clear her throat. Meanwhile, the three was curiously looking at them while whispering at each other. Honoka wasn't able to stop her curious mind.

"What'chu playing Hiroto-chan?" Honoka said.

"To think that you would have something like this." Kotori said with anticipation.

"A duet?, you're training her right?, how did you have time for this."' Umi felt confused, she didn't consider this as training as well. Since she would be singing while he was playing. Hiroto rubbed his head to think of a reason.

Tamaki Hiroto died and got transmigrated to the same guy with the same name in another world. He got a system, but he wants to have fun with his new life from then on.

English was our 2nd language and was terrible at it. Don't read it if you don't want to see bad grammar.
 
The main world is from the love live series. Meanwhile, there would be a crossover of some anime characters from different anime but not too much. 

We just copied the cover image and we have no copyright for it, we'll take it down as soon as it gets a notice.

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Chapter 4. Getting published (2)

Rei was currently sitting in front of Nagamo-san as he was talking about the flaws in his novel.

"Here, this part where the protagonist tried to cut off his fingers when he found out that he wasn't able to play music like before"

"What is the problem with this part?"

"No, it is good but don't you think that you can make the bloody part short"

"Huh"

"I mean, this part has too much blood and gore to be featured in a literature work"

"You think so"

"Yeah"

"OK, I will try to make it less intense"

Rei had wrote this part thinking about the time when he had tried to cut off his fingers when he had found out that he wasn't able to write like before.

He had poured his every feeling out in that part but it seems like it was a bit too intense.

On the other hand, Nagamo-san was thinking about how Rei had written that part. 

When he had read that part, he had gotten goosebumps and after consulting with some other editors he had felt that this part was too intense. That's why he had told Rei to cut it down a bit.

But he really wanted to know how he had written that part in that much detail. No, he wanted to know how Rei, a 16 year old had written a novel this good.

After that part, they went on to some other parts and after a hour, they finally reached the ending.

"The ending was rather unexpected, if I say so"

"It was written to be unexpected"

"How do you even think about the ending, I mean what was going on your mind when you write that ending"

"I just wanted to write something that readers can find intriguing and unexpected"

"It was certainly unexpected, I mean killing the main character at the end when he was finally going to fulfil his dream was a rather unexpected choice"

"That's how I imagined the ending would be from the start"

"You wanted to kill the main character from the start"

"Yeah, the main character wasn't a good character to begin with, he was someone who never realised his talent and after realising it, he destroyed his talent and make mistakes he couldn't handle. In the end, his fate was dying"

"I have one more question, In the whole novel, I felt some hatred towards the main character, no I am certain after meeting you, you hated the main character, right"

"I did hated him, he was the type of a person I never wanted to become "

Rei certainly hated the main character, no he hated his past self which the character was based on.

After hearing Rei's answers, Nagamo-san fall into a silence and started thinking about something and after some minutes, he finally said.

"You aren't a ghost writer, right"

Nagamo-san question amused Rei. Anyone would certainly doubt Rei as a ghost writer if they read his novel.

"Do I look like one?"

"No, you don't, although I have previously doubts about you, from talking to you, I think that you are the real writer"

"That's good but you don't want to change the ending"

"No, it was perfect for your novel"

"Thank you and the publishing"

"Oh, congratulations Yuuki sensei, our publishing house wants to publish your novel. No, Please let me take care of your novel"

Nagamo-san hold a hand towards Rei as he said that and after thinking it through, Rei holded Nagamo-san hand. It was the start of a cooperation which will change the literary industry in the future.

* * * 

The atmosphere was tense. Nagamo-san was in a editorial department meeting.

Sitting in front of him was the the head editor and the topic of discussion was Rei's novels.

"What do you think about the novel" Nagamo-san asked the head editor and there was anxiousness in his voice.

Nagamo-san had already confirmed Rei's book for publication. He can do it as he has that authority as a senior editor but he still wanted to know the thoughts of the head editor.

The head editor was a old man with a moustache. He opened his mouth to give his thoughts about the novel and Nagamo-san was carefully listening.

"I never read anything before like that, you said it was written by a 16 year old"

"Yeah, it is"

"Congratulations, you have found a genius"

"You think so"

"This novel had everything that can make the readers interested in it. It's characters have distinct personalities and it tells you a very important lesson"

"A important lesson?"

"Yeah, it tells that sometimes geniuses are both made and destroyed by the circumstances"

"Geniuses are made and destroyed by circumstances"

"Yeah, on one side is the protagonist, who is a genius and on the other side is his rival which at start loses to him but in the end, the circumstances made him a winner. It really is a intriguing story"

"Yeah, the author is also a interesting person"

"Only a interesting person can write something like this and I would really like to meet a young genius who actually hates a genius"

"So, what do you think. Will this novel sell. What would you think the readers response would be"

"It will sell, I am sure of it. Readers will first buy it as the author is still a high school student. It will be a curiosity at first but it will soon change into craziness for the novel"

"It will be a huge hit"

"Quickly formalise a contract with him. He's too precious to let go"

"I will be on it".

The opening ceremony of the international book exhibition in Shanghai would be held at 10 o'clock in the morning.
Gun-Ho and President Jeong-Sook Shin walked out of Hilton Hotel and took a taxi heading to Nanjing Lu where the book exhibition would be held. The opening ceremony was to be held in the exhibition hall. When they arrived at their destination, Gun-Ho could see the banner on the platform saying 'Shanghai International Book Exhibition'.
Gun-Ho wrote his name on the guestbook in Korean before entering the exhibition; he wrote it as 'the owner of GH Media in Korea—Gun-Ho Goo'. When the female staff at the registration desk saw Gun-Ho's name on the guestbook, they laughed while looking at each other. Everyone wrote their names in Chinese, so maybe Gun-Ho's name in Korean seemed interesting and fun to look at.
The opening ceremony started with Shanghai City's deputy mayor's congratulatory message. After the deputy mayor delivered the message, people applauded. Seukang Li was sitting on a chair at the platform. Gun-Ho was sitting in an area where all other participants were found.
 
Gun-Ho and President Jeong-Sook Shin slowly walked around the exhibition; they were wearing a flower on their chest, which were given by the staff. The book exhibition was carrying all types of books from children's story books to cryptic philosophy books.
"Gun-Ho Goo."
Someone called Gun-Ho's name and Gun-Ho turned around. It was Seukang Li.
"Hey, I've been looking for you."
Gun-Ho introduced Seukang Li to President Jeong-Sook Shin.
"This is the director of the Shanghai's Bureau of cultural affairs, radio broadcasting, film, television, media, and arts."
President Jeong-Sook Shin extended her hand to Seukang Li for a handshake with a smile.
"Oh, you must be President Jeong-Sook Shin from GH Media. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"How did you know her name?"
Gun-Ho asked,
"I just saw it on the guestbook."
 
Seukang Li introduced other Chinese publishing companies' business owners to President Jeong-Sook Shin. China had a very stringent policy in approving the publishing business license, so most of the publishing companies in China were large companies. That contrasted with Korea's environment where there were many small publishing companies with only one or two employees. President Shin received tens of business cards from the Chinese business owners of publishing companies.
Seukang Li said to Gun-Ho in a low voice,
"Thank you, Gun-Ho. I told the publishing companies' owners that GH Media is a very popular publishing company in Korea. That's why they are pouring their business cards into President Shin. They want to make a connection with President Shin hoping that they can publish their book in the Korean market."
"I see."
"Guess what I told them."
"What did you tell them?"
"I told that the owner of that famous GH Media publishing company is my best friend."
"Haha. You didn't lie to them."
"Thank you so much, Gun-Ho. You and President Shin's presence means a lot to me and to this book exhibition."
"You're very welcome, Seukang Li. You must be very busy. You don't have to stay with us. I will look more around the exhibition with President Shin before we leave."
 
As Gun-Ho looked at the books displayed at the exhibition, he asked President Shin.
"There are tons of books here. Are you sure there is not even a single book you want to publish in Korea?"
"Well, there are several history books that are intriguing to me."
Gun-Ho then said,
"If you think we can sell even only their first edition, let's make a contract. If necessary, I will invest more funds in GH Media to give support."
"That won't be necessary, sir. GH Media has enough funds to handle those contracts now. I will make a contract for three history books then."
"When you do that, please tell them that Director Seukang Li of the Bureau of cultural affairs and media recommended those books to you and that that's why you decided to publish them in Korea."
"Haha. Understood, sir."
President Jeong-Sook Shin made a contract right away with the corresponding publishing company's staff, and she didn't forget to tell them that Seukang Li recommended the books.
"I am signing the contract because Shanghai City's Director Seukang Li strongly recommended it. I didn't even read the books yet."
"Oh, Shi Ma (Is it)?"
President Shin gave them a small amount of deposit as she signed the book contract and promised them to wire-transfer the remaining balance once she returned to Korea. Since President Shin couldn't speak Chinese, Gun-Ho interpreted for her during the contract signing. President Shin smiled and said,
"Hahaha. I feel like I am the owner of the business, and you are my employee since you are interpreting for me during my contract signing."
"Haha." Gun-Ho laughed.
 
Gun-Ho and President Shin were having a beverage while sitting on a chair when Min-Hyeok arrived at the book exhibition.
"Hey, Min-Hyeok!"
"I am sorry I am late."
"You have already met GH Media's President Jeong-Sook Shin, right?"
"Of course, I have. How are you, President Shin?"
As Min-Hyeok said hi to President Shin, President Shin gave him a slight nod of greeting with a smile.
"President Shin, you haven't been to our GH factory in China, have you?"
"No, I haven't."
"Why don't you visit us then? We are located in Suzhou City."
"Sure. I will."
"Oh, how did your visit to Qingdao City go?"
"It went well. I went there because of a product claim we received."
"A product claim?"
"Yes. One of our customer companies made a product claim. They said they received defective products from us, 10,000 of them. I was terrified, so I immediately visited their site to verify the defective products myself."
"Really? How is that possible? I can't believe that our factory manufactured 10,000 defective products. Our GH Mobile's former plant manager is there working in the factory with an advisory position. He wouldn't have let anything like that happen under his supervision."
"Right. I went there and confirmed that those defective products were not ours. Those products look exactly the same as ours, but I could tell that those are not ours by looking at the product identification mark."
"What a relief."
"The president of that customer company apologized to me, and he promised to increase the number of products they will order from us after returning all those defective products."
"That's very good."
"That's why I came late today. I came straight from the customer company."
"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, President Shin. We didn't forget your presence here with us. We didn't mean to exclude you from our conversation."
"No, no. Please don't mind me. It seems like you have a very important business to attend to."
"Min-Hyeok, you haven't looked around the book exhibition yet, right? Why don't you make a quick tour of the exhibition? We will be waiting for you here."
"Well… I'm not very interested in the book exhibition. I don't need to see it. Let's just go."
"But since you are here, why don't you just look at them quickly? It's a bit early for lunch anyway so we still have time."
"Nah. Maybe later. Let's just go out for lunch."
 
"Where is your father-in-law's art exhibition being held?"
"It's not far from here at all. It's around People's Park. I believe we can walk from here."
Gun-Ho Goo, Min-Hyeok Kim, and Jeong-Sook Shin, the three people went to the art exhibition. Since it was still morning, there were not many people.
At the entrance of the art exhibition, there was a banner saying 'Mr. Ding Feng's Landscapes Art Exhibition.'
When the three people entered the exhibition, the person who was sitting at the entrance stood up quickly. He might be wondering who these people were since Gun-Ho's party looked different from Chinese people. They dressed a bit more sophisticated and looked wealthy.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Born in the beautiful city of Cape Town in South Africa, Zara is currently living a nightmare as she is still jobless at the age of thirty and while all her friends are getting married, she has been cursed with the life of a single for a long time.  After attending her best friend Isabella wedding, she decided to travel all the way to the UK on her own for a change of atmosphere.  
This journey was about to be a turning point in her miserable life when she accidentally bumps into a handsome stranger at the airport just when she was starting her trip.  
Little did she know that this handsome hunk was the heartthrob Daeshim, a famous South Korean actor that every Korean girl dreams of!  Was this a meaningful clash of fate or was it just another incident at the airport with an unknown person?

At past seven in the evening, Meng Fan left Kodansha with the first draft of a contract in his backpack. The contract naturally consisted of the collaboration contract Meng Fan had requested with Kodansha. 
Of course, the collective contract wasn't completely catered to Meng Fan's requests, as he had to back down on some of his requests just like Kodansha did with theirs. These requests had been used by Meng Fan originally with the intention of leaving room to bargain as well, so he was satisfied in the end as long as they passed his bottom line. 
Of course, Kodansha had some requirements of their own as well, but it was all within the limits of the contract, so Meng Fan happily accepted them. 
This included some very unfair clauses, like Kodansha having the power to terminate the manga and its serialization at any time.
In addition, aside from the animation copyrights going to Kodansha, all copyrights for "The Legend of the Mountains and Seas" within the region of Japan also belonged to Kodansha. 
If "The Legend of the Mountains and Seas" were to film a Japanese movie or TV series, Kodansha would be in charge. 
Meng Fan wanted the manga to be serialized in Japan. Aside from wholeheartedly wanting to penetrate the Japanese manga market with a Chinese manga — this was like how actors yearned for Hollywood, basketball players for the NBA, ping pong players gunning to get into Huaxia, and soccer players for the European Cup — but he also wanted to create a stepping stone by signing a contract. 
For a manga to become popular, it required a serialization platform. Regardless if it was a manga publishing house or an online platform, it had to continue producing volumes. Otherwise, nobody would know of it, and it will not gain popularity. 
Most of the mangas in Japan all went through these three publishing houses for serialization, publications, and art book publications. If Meng Fan wanted his manga to penetrate the Japanese industry, he couldn't avoid these three firms. 
Even if this contract was not successful, Meng Fan could still await his manga to gain popularity in the mainland before selling it independently in Japan. But he still had to go through one of these publishing houses. 
This was different in Huaxia, where he could randomly find any platform and serialize his manga, publish it at a private publishing house, and gain popularity by selling copies by himself. 
Of course, even if it was in the mainland, if Meng Fan didn't have the skills as a base, the publishing house would devour Meng Fan like they do with other exclusive manga artists, regardless which platform and publisher he chose. 
Because he had the skills to back it up, he was able to negotiate with Kodansha without any reluctance toward their policy. 
If he authorized part of the copyright to his manga through the cooperation agreement he signed with Kodansha, making websites and publishing houses unwilling to sign with him, then Meng Fan would deal with the consequences himself. 
Otherwise, Meng Fan still had to consider the market back home in Huaxia as he negotiated with Kodansha. 
This time, they had reached an agreement and drafted up a contract, but it hadn't been stamped yet. One, Meng Fan needed time to find a professional to look through the draft, and two, he wanted to visit Penguin Animations for some final negotiations. 
Regardless if Penguin Animation agreed or not, Goro Takahashi will still fly out to Huaxia afterward to find Meng Fan and sign the contract. 
If Penguin Animation Networks agreed to negotiate, and it went well, then they would have requests of their own too, which would require more negotiation and discussion. Ideally, all three parties would come out of this as winners if the situation allowed. 
Meng Fan politely rejected Goro Takahashi's dinner invitation with several other colleagues, saying he already had plans. He had plans indeed. His second sister, Meng Cailian, had scheduled a Michelin-grade dinner for him, and Meng Caiwei, his third sister, had been excited to join them and also invited her friend Shiyua.
But Meng Fan didn't reject Goro Takahashi's offer to drop him off. After he said his goodbyes, Meng Fan gave the driver an address and gave Yixin a call. 
"Legend of the Mountains and Seas" had to be serialized in the mainland, and he was set on choosing Penguin Animation Network as his serialization platform. First, Penguin Animation Network was the largest manga hosting platform in the country, and second, he was used to working with them and too lazy to switch. 
Yesterday, Meng Fan very shamelessly awarded himself with 100 million Penguin points, followed closely by 100 sponsorships by an equally shameless Ironfan. Not only did they manage to list "Legend of the Mountains and Seas," which didn't even have a description yet, into the best-selling list, it also created the highest sales record since Penguin Animation's creation. 
The entire industry was boiling, much more so the web platform. 
"Legend of the Mountains and Seas" could be said to have blown up before it was even aired. Nobody even knew what the content would be, yet its popularity could rival some very popular manga artists' lifetime of work. 
The directing board from Penguin Animation Network had constantly been asking Yixin for updates on the situation, which made Yixin want to cry. What the hell do I know, I want to know too! 
After seeing his phone ring with a call from Meng Fan, Yixin immediately picked up the receiver and listened to the voice coming from the other end. Immediately, his expression changed. Then, his scream of excitement could be heard throughout the entire office. 
"What? You signed with Kodansha?" 
"And it's a collaborative contract, too?" 
"You're really in Japan!" 
"And you somehow managed to give the copyrights for 'Legend of the Mountains and Seas' in Japan to Kodansha?" 
"While you still have the other copyrights?" 
"You want to sign it with Penguin Animation Network?" 
"So, it's a Sino-Japanese collaborative effort to update?" 
"Ha, ha! How did the negotiations go? You promise this is true!" 
"Holy cow, how did you do it!" 
"Sh*t, I'll go right away!" 
"Meng boss, please, please keep your phone line clear!" 
After hanging up, Yixin hurriedly burst toward the editor-in-chief's office, leaving the rest of the employees on this floor confused and stunned. 
What was going on? 
If they weren't mistaken, it sounds like "Legend of the Mountains and Seas" managed to obtain a serialization opportunity at Kodansha, and it was a collaborative contract, too! And Meng Fan still had most of the copyright to his name and was planning to sign with Penguin Animation Networks right now! 
What was Kodansha? What was a collaborative contract? What was a copyright? The editors knew all too well and knew what this would mean. 
However, they couldn't figure out how Meng Fan managed to pull this off! 
This kind of operation was a hundred times more shameless than giving yourself 100,000 Penguin coins! 
Meng Fan hung up the phone and chuckled. This Yixin senior was not a calm one. 
To be fair, though, neither was Meng Fan. 
Regardless, Meng Fan was very excited to have the opportunity to debut his manga on a national platform alongside the Japanese market. 
He tossed his phone back and forth between his hands before suddenly remembering to message Wu Tong. Wu Tong knew of Meng Fan's purpose in Japan, so he had to let her know the good news. 
"So, you ran out by yourself, didn't you?" Wu Tong responded very quickly. 
"..."
Meng Fan knocked on his brain. He'd forgotten about this.
Wu Tong quickly followed up. "(Smiley) Although I'm a little upset, still, congratulations. Come back soon. Before you come to me, go hang out with my Seventh Bro." 
"Yes, ma'am!" 
They chatted a few more before the car pulled into Ginza through the Chuo district and into the Tsukamoto Main building. Meng Fan departed the car and entered the basement floor. As he walked, the small narrow sushi shop appeared in his view at the end of the hallway. This was a famous sushi restaurant called "Sukiyabashi Jiro." It was the restaurant that Meng Fan's sisters had spent so much effort trying to reserve, and the place Meng Fan and Satomi Ishihara would be having their meal. 
At the door, Meng Fan paused and truthfully told Wu Tong. "Uhm, I planned this trip to Singapore and Japan a long time ago. My sister wants me to bring something for Satomi Ishihara, so we're going to grab dinner along the way. I'm outside the restaurant right now." 
He was honest but not dumb. He had to find an excuse… As for the blame, he could only put it on Meng Caiwei. 
"Oh, Satomi Ishihara? Go ahead. I'm not at the point of being jealous of someone thousands of kilometers away." 
Meng Fan saw this and immediately responded: "I promise, once I'm done, I'll immediately go to Seventh Bro!" 
Without mentioning if he was a fan meeting an idol, Wu Tong had only clarified she wasn't going to be jealous. Meng Fan could tell something was wrong. 
Before, she couldn't care less about him since they weren't dating, but it's definitely different now. With Meng Fan's charming aura, God knows who was the idol and who was the fan? Wu Tong wasn't blind after all. 
It didn't mean she didn't trust him or that she lacked confidence. It could only be described with the idiom, 'A small step to prevent an erroneous idea at the outset.' 
You can give a man his space, but they still had to be molded. 
When it came to this, Wu Tong wasn't just going to sit back and be some all encompassing buddha. 
After talking, Meng Fan entered the seemingly small sushi restaurant, which was actually very small indeed. The entire restaurant only had ten seats. 
But despite its small size, it was actually a three-star Michelin restaurant. The main chef, Jiro Ono, was known as the "God of Sushi." 
This shop required reservation at least one month in advance. Each session lasted 15 minutes, and the average consumption was 30,000 yen per customer. And, most average customers did not get to eat sushi crafted by the 'god' himself. 
As Meng Fan was brought to his seat, he was looking for Satomi Ishihara to arrive. However, a chef in uniform appeared in front of Meng Fan, taking him by surprise. 
"M-san!" 


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

"You promised Justin Alexander that you would become his coach?" Blake did not look at all happy. He looked more like a person who was in agony.
"Of course. A client approached me voluntarily, I can't just reject the guy, right? Besides, Justin Alexander is an exceptional athlete. Now that Kittel has retired, among the current active athletes, only he can run within 9.80 seconds. With his talent, becoming the fastest man in the world among the current active athletes isn't a difficult task. He will come and sign the contract tomorrow." Dai Li looked at Blake and asked, "Why do you have this expression? You look a little unnatural."
"I just never thought that Alexander would find you," Blake said with an insincere tone.
Dai Li did not notice Blake's tone and said directly, "I went to Holly's shooting range and met him coincidentally."
"What I mean to say is, how did an athlete of Alexander's level find you? Have you ever thought about the fact that he is a world class sprinter? So he should be looking for a world class sprinting coach," Blake said as if he was reminding Dai Li.
"I'm also a world class sprinting coach!" Dai Li said with confidence.
"I'm not questioning your ability. I know that your training ability in sprinting is not inferior to any other world class sprinting coach, but do other people know? Does Alexander know? He should have only just met you, right? And he already wants you to become his coach, don't you think that it's peculiar?" Blake said.
"Randy, do you have something you want to tell me? Do you feel that there is something wrong with Justin Alexander?" Dai Li looked at Blake like he understood something, but not really.
"Before you made a promise to Alexander, you should already know that he was suspended for using performance enhancing drugs, right?" Blake asked immediately.
Dai Li nodded. "I know. The news mentioned that he was found to have used performance enhancing drugs, so the Anti-Doping Committee of the International Olympic Committee suspended him for eight years, but because of his good behavior, being punctual and disciplined in submitting his medical report to the Anti-Doping Committee, a total of four years was deducted from his original sentence. So the total period of his suspension was shortened to four years."
"Then you probably didn't know that this was the second time he was tested to be using performance enhancing drugs, right?" Blake stated.
"The second time?" Dai Li's brows instantly furrowed together. "From what I know, according to the rules of the Anti-Doping Committee, to be found using performance enhancing drugs a second time should mean a lifetime ban, but he was only suspended for eight years."
"When Alexander was 20 years old, he was found to be using an amphetamine. This drug significantly stimulates the central nervous system. Because of that, the Anti-Doping Committee decided to give him a two-year suspension. However, he appealed the decision, stating that he used the drug to treat his ADHD, so he was exempted from punishment," Blake said.
"Amphetamine is a kind of stimulant that provides mental stimulation. It's a low-level stimulant, and even a test strip would be able to uncover it. No athlete should be using this kind of mental stimulant anymore nowadays, right? No matter how stupid Alexander is, he wouldn't need to use something so rudimentary. Perhaps he really used it to treat his ADHD. Otherwise, there would be no way he would take this sort of low-level stimulant," Dai Li justified for Alexander.
"But Alexander was already around 20 years old. He entered the University of Tennessee with a full scholarship. The University of Tennessee is a first-class national university. Do you think a full scholarship recipient of the University of Tennessee has ADHD? Besides, when Alexander was in university, he was the champion of the university sports association's 100m sprint event for six consecutive years. If he really had ADHD, would he have been able to accumulate so many achievements?" Blake rebutted.
Dai Li couldn't help but frown. He used to be the sprinting coach of a university, so he obviously knew it was improbable for people who had been admitted into universities to be diagnosed with ADHD, not to mention getting a full American scholarship.
ADHD is, in itself, a type of mental disorder. Its main characteristic is that the attention of the individual is disproportionate to the age and development of the individual. Children with ADHD are unable to focus their attention, their studies are terrible, and they are bad at doing most other things, including sports.
Dai Li did not deny the fact that geniuses exist everywhere. For example in school, there would always be a classmate who never studied but always did well in exams; in art, there would always be a student whose studies were terrible, but when it came to music and art, they were highly talented.
But it was different in sports. Although these so-called geniuses do exist in all kinds of sports, sports geniuses have no shortcuts. No matter how much of a genius an athlete was, he had to focus on training to achieve good results. Just look at the experience of famous world-class athletes; hard work and sweat are sure to be found every step of the way. No athlete would dare say that they don't train regularly and succeeded just from their talents alone.
So to indicate that Alexander suffered from ADHD while being capable of becoming the champion of the university sports association's 100m sprint event for six consecutive times was impossible. The track and field of the US was considered to be the best in the world, and universities in the US did not lack world-class athletes. To be able to retain the championship six years in a row meant that his level was amongst the top ten in the world. A person who suffered from ADHD wouldn't have been able to focus on his training, let alone reach the level of the world's top ten.
So for an athlete of Alexander's standard, the excuse of using amphetamine to treat his ADHD was not a good one.
Dai Li remained silent as Blake who was in front of him continued, "You are also a professional, and you should know that the half-life of amphetamine is between two and 24 hours. The kind of test strip that you mentioned just now would have difficulty discovering the drug if the user ingested it within two hours. Besides, the technology from ten years ago wasn't as advanced as it is now, and the races of a university sports association can only be considered to be amateur. Their urine test capability wasn't really high. It was normal for them to not find anything. If they really couldn't detect anything, then amphetamine was really an effective item."
"What you mean to say is that Alexander had always been using amphetamine, but due to the limitations of the urine test in amateur races, he was never found out. That was until he entered international competitions, where he was met with more advanced urine test techniques. It was then that he was finally detected?" Dai Li asked.
"I have no evidence, but that is what I personally think happened." Blake tilted his head and pondered for a while before continuing, "Four years ago, Alexander was again found out to be using performance enhancing drugs, this time he used THG. It shouldn't be a stranger to you, right?"
Dai Li nodded. "THG, Tetrahydropregnenone, a type of synthetic steroids, it can also be called the 'muscle gain drug.' The molecular compound is actually the derivative of synthetic testosterone, a type of stimulant specifically prohibited by the International Olympic Committee. I heard that this thing has been used more than the Beta blockers."
"Now you understand. At first, it was the low-level amphetamine. Later, it was the high-level THG. Justin Alexander has always been using performance enhancing drugs. That's why I feel that you shouldn't have promised him. If he were found out to be using performance enhancing drugs while training at our place, our reputation would be affected, and your personal reputation too. You should know that as a coach, reputation is vital," Blake said.
"When Alexander comes to sign the contract tomorrow, we should add a disclaimer clause. And we should also additionally note that if he were to use performance enhancing drugs, we have the right to terminate the contract unilaterally," Dai Li immediately said.
Blake shook his head. "You still haven't understood what I mean. What I want to say is that this is trouble, and you don't have to get involved in it."
"Randy, I am biased against athletes who use performance enhancing drugs, but I feel that we should give Alexander a chance. He is a very talented athlete. He made mistakes before, and he has already been suspended for four years; he has received his fair share of punishment. As long as he is sincere in wanting to change, to never use performance enhancing drugs ever again, why shouldn't we help him!" Dai Li said.
Dai Li was, of course, not suddenly filled with benevolence. He was just reluctant to let go of Alexander's talent. As a coach, when met with a talented athlete, it was indeed tough to let them go and give up.
However, Blake responded, "You've misunderstood what I meant. I am not prejudiced against Alexander, I only feel that he is a problem. My question remains. Why did Alexander find you and not the other coaches? Alexander was, after all, a sprinter who was second only to Kittel. If it wasn't for Kittel's dominance, Alexander might have already won several dozen world championships. He is an athlete who is among the best of the best, and finding a top-class track and field coach shouldn't be that hard, right? You know that Alexander has extreme talent, but do you think that the other top-class track and field coaches would deny Alexander's talent?"
"Do you know the reason? Why didn't he look for other coaches?" Dai Li asked.
"It's not that he didn't look! Alexander definitely went to other coaches, but he was rejected. They didn't want to coach Alexander," Blake said firmly.
"Why? Alexander has such talent, are those coaches willing to give up? You've been a boxing coach, you should know how it feels. When a coach sees an exceptionally talented athlete, he would never just let go," Dai Li refuted.
"It's because Justin Alexander was found to be doping. Twice." Blake held out two fingers.
"Indeed, he's used performance enhancing drugs as an athlete, and twice. His integrity should be questioned," Dai Li answered.
"You've been to the US for a few years, but you still haven't understood sports in America. It's not about personal integrity." Blake subconsciously looked out the door. He only spoke after he was certain no one was outside. "You should know the urine test rules of the Anti-Doping Committee, right?"
"I know. For example, in the sprints of the Olympic Games, any athlete who made it into the final is subject to a urine test. The collected samples are separated into bottle A and B. Sample A will be tested while sample B will be stored. The minimal time for the sample to be stored is eight years. During this period, the sample will be randomly picked to be tested. Athletes who did not make it into the final are subject to a randomized urine test. Apart from that, the International Olympic Committee also conducts spot check urine tests, and the Anti-Doping Committee will suddenly appear to have a spot check while athletes are training," Dai Li answered.
"That's right, but there is a hidden rule in the urine test of the Anti-Doping Committee. Any athlete who was previously found to be doping, as well as athletes who are suspected of doping, they pay special attention to. Take for an example the Olympic races that you mentioned; if Alexander didn't make it into the final, but because he used to dope, it would be almost certain that he would be chosen to be tested. And then for the spot checks that you mentioned, the Anti-Doping Committee would come to the US, and nine times out of ten they would conduct a test on Alexander," Blake explained.
"I understand. Those who have a criminal record are naturally to be focused upon. I do think that it's fine since I don't plan on giving my athletes any performance enhancing drugs. The Anti-Doping Committee can do whatever test they want!" Dai Li said without a bother.
"You won't use it, but what about the others?" Blake then continued, "Can you guarantee that the other coaches aren't giving their athletes any performance enhancing drugs?"
Upon hearing Blake's words, Dai Li opened his mouth in shock. He had a very daring guess in his mind.
"You mean to say that those so-called top-class track and field coaches, the reason they are worried about the spot check urine test is that they are afraid that Alexander would bring them down since he would attract the attention of the Anti-Doping Committee?" Dai Li asked immediately.
"I can only say the same thing. I don't have any direct proof. I can only hypothesize." Blake lowered his voice and said, "Alexander already has the special attention of the Anti-Doping Committee, and it is a given the Anti-Doping Committee will conduct a spot check on him. When the officer from the Anti-Doping Committee arrives, wouldn't it be a waste of time to only conduct the test on Alexander? Would he not also conduct the test on the other athletes on the way? If some coach had given his athlete performance enhancing drugs, then wouldn't these 'on the way' checks get detected? From this perspective, wouldn't this Alexander be a time bomb buried right next to you?"
"I understand what you mean. Alexander is definitely subject to a spot check urine tests, and the coaches who use performance enhancing drugs on their athletes are worried about being dragged into the tests, so they rejected Alexander. But there are so many outstanding track and field coaches in the US, Alexander should be able to find a coach who is willing to coach him, right? Unless everyone is using performance enhancing drugs, but how is that even possible?" Dai Li shook his head as he finished his sentence. He looked doubtful.
"What's there to be impossible?" Blake laughed scornfully. "That's why I said, you've been in America for a long time, but you still don't understand sports in America."
Dai Li initially thought that Blake was only joking, but after seeing Blake's expression, he instantly realized that he was not kidding.
"Is what you said true?" Dai Li asked in disbelief.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

Lu Yuan was cheated.

At this moment he thought about when he was cheated by a little girl when he was a kid.

That year...

The little girl is innocent, and so is he.

Then, he remembered, she cheated his candies while watching the little girl grow up.

It hit him deeply.

After growing up, Lu Yuan determined to become a slippery liar with great pretentious skill.

This feeling is even stronger after crossing, and he strives to change effectively towards this direction.

Where there is ambition to reach.

There will also be sharpening experiences among the reaches.

However, in this first war, he already died, and he's not even halfway there.

And then? Disappear? Start all over again?

Perhaps in the future, this will become a stain in Lu Yuan's life.

An indelible stain.

"What's wrong? Aren't you surprised? A coincidental fate like this is really wonderful, don't you think so too? Lu Yuan..brother?" An Xiao looked at Lu Yuan.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, excitement and ridicule. 

The whole room was filled with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

"..." Lu Yuan felt overwhelmed, he looked outside the window and wanted to go out to take a breathe.

A gust of wind was blowing outside the house.

The wind blew the cans of drinks on the street.

Lu Yuan's eyes noticed the billboard sign of "Remote Film Company" outside the house.

This is not a good sign, both literally and metaphorically.

"Lu Yuan, you can't be a liar. Really, if you say you are a little talented in music, I still believe it, but being a liar... For example, I can see it at a glance that your company is hastily assembled, from the desks, the chairs, and the computers, it's all a mess. And the dusts on the computer, the stupid photo frames on the wall, and the unrelated information stickers on the door frame, the front desk, and other desks... everything is too fake." Wang Xun Xue looked at everything that Lu Yuan wanted to conceals, she shook her head slightly then stared at Lu Yuan.

She spilled out everything that she sees.

Everything here is telling her that Lu Yuan is lying.

It seems that, except for Lu Yuan, who is in truly in front of her now, everything else here is fake.

Lu Yuan did not dare to look at Wang Xun Xue.

He feels guilty.

He wanted to lower his head.

After all the pretenses were torn, what was left of Lu Yuan?

In fact, Wang Xun Xue has always been confronting Lu Yuan since the first time they met. She hinted out Lu Yuan's many flaws before and trying to completely suppress Lu Yuan's arrogance, and then taking the lead in the negotiation.

Wang Xun Xue is giving an imposing momentum.

She pressed hard with her dominance.

This momentum pushed Lu Yuan to the corner, and almost let Lu Yuan completely put down his insistence.

Everything she does makes Lu Yuan feels the taste of submission.

However, when Lu Yuan was about to bow his head, he suddenly remembered the song [Stubborn].

"Me and my proud stubbornness,

I'll sing loudly into the wind

This time, just let myself crazy

Just this time

Me and my stubbornness!"

Lu Yuan is a little embarrassed.

There's actually nothing wrong with admitting mistakes.

It's OK to admit that you were exaggerating.

It's OK to admit that you were deceiving.

It's OK to admit that you were lying.

However, since you have decided that you wanted to change yourself, you cannot leave it halfway.

Life requires a sense of ritual.

Transformation requires a sense of persistence.

"It doesn't matter how the company looks now or how it used to be. What matter is how the company will be in the future, and in whose hands the future will be!"

"Then according to you, how far can your shell company go?" Wang Xun Xue was surprised to hear Lu Yuan's words.

"Far away across the other side!"

The morning sun was extremely bright.

There were some heat waves in the sunlight.

An outbreak after despair, and an outbreak after oppression.

In this brief emotional confrontation, Lu Yuan slowly lifted his head, which was about to collapse, and condensed all the broken self-confidence together.

He is revived!

When he answered Wang Xun Xue question, his eyes were glowing, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, his mentality looked exactly the same as when he was done playing 'To Alice' before.

Pretending to be elegant, pretending to be noble, pretending to be proud.

He has to be pretentious.

Men can be poor, they can have no money, they can have no power, but they can't help it when it comes to bragging and be pretentious!

In a sentence, they all want to brag or pretend to be special.

At this moment Lu Yuan devoted his pretentious to this cause.

He think it wouldn't matter even if he failed.

At least he tried!

And then, his pretense giving off an inspirational aura!

"..." Wang Xun Xue's mouth opened a little, and was shocked by the sudden momentum from Lu Yuan. After a while, she shook her head.

Lu Yuan's words were originally a very ridiculous thing, but Wang Xun Xue found that she couldn't laugh.

Not only she can't laugh it out, Lu Yuan even producing a weird convincing aura.

Isn't it ridiculous?

"What about the contract?"

"Here it is." An Xiao took out the printed contract and handed it to Wang Xun Xue.

"How do you plan to shoot? And, what arrangements do you have?" Wang Xun Xue took a look at the contract and then looked at Lu Yuan. This time she asked Lu Yuan very seriously.

"Before the payment is in place, I would not disclose anything. You are not an investor yet, this is my company's secret." Lu Yuan sat in an office chair and looked at Wang Xun Xue.

"What about the bank number?"

"Its written in the contract."

"Oh."

Wang Xun Xue nodded, then took out her mobile phone and sent a text message.

"I have already asked someone to transfer the money" Wang Xun Xue sat across from Lu Yuan, signed the contract, and handed the contract to Lu Yuan.

"Ok."

After Lu Yuan found no problem with the contract, he signed it.

The signing formalities for the script was completed quickly.

Shortly after, a successful bank transfer message appeared on Lu Yuan's phone.

Lu Yuan was slightly shocked after looking at the numbers, but his face remained calm.

The show needs to go on.

"Two months later, I want to see a sample." When Wang Xun Xue noticed that Lu Yuan's little thumb slightly shaking, she immediately became clear of the situation.

"Yes!" Lu Yuan placed the contract carefully after signing, his mind was steady, and his eyes remained calm.

Low-key, calm, modest, and polite.

Lu Yuan portrayed the gentleman in his mind.

But his heart screamed, you damned liar!.

............….

"Are you going solo?"

"Well, yeah, I can't talk to the people in the group, and there is always a gap. Everyone has different ideas."

"Which area are you going to develop as a solo?"

"Singing, I like to sing, maybe I will try a movie in the future ..."

"The first album after solo is important."

"Yeah, so I'll fly to Chengdu to visit Lin Yu teacher tomorrow. If I'm lucky, maybe he can write a song for me."

"A lot of people have been looking for Lin Yu teacher in recent years, but they all ended up in failure."

"But I still have to try after all, am i?"

"Oh, true."

After signing the contract, Lu Yuan originally thought that Wang Xun Xue and An Xiao would leave.

Lu Yuan also planned to wait for the two to leave, and then ran to the bank to see if the million was real.

If it is true, then he will take a hundred thousand first.

In this life, no, in his two lives, he really hasn't experienced how it feels to hold 100,000 yuan in his hands.

However, it make him very speechless how the two not showing any intention to leave.

Instead, they casually chat here, like its their home.

Lu Yuan cooked a pot hot water to make Pu'er tea.

Serving each of them a drink.

The two talked until noon while drinking tea.

Talking about everything in their circles.

Lu Yuan was hungry and dozing off a bit.

But the two still did not intend to leave, and he could not leave.

This is politeness.

So he can only stay here with them.

"Lu Yuan, I heard Sister Xun Xue said that your piano composition is very good. Wouldn't you consider helping me compose a piano song for my new album? You compose, Sister Xun Xue plays..."

After chatting for a while, An Xiao suddenly looked at Lu Yuan with both hands on her cheeks. 

Her cheeks were a little rosy and glistening that it looks like it could squeezes water out.

She is happy.

She has never heard of piano song called [To Alice].

But she knew Wang Xun Xue's evaluation of Lu Yuan yesterday.

That is ...

A genius!

"No, I'm not really good at composing music." Lu Yuan groaned for a while, then shook his head.

He finally said some truth.

Some things he can be pretentious.

There are also some that he can't.

I will be stupid if I do...

Don't mess around.

It could ruin other people life.

If the pretense failed, he wont have any good ending.

"You're not a humble person, so don't use this kind of sarcasm to be a disgusting person." Wang Xun Xue stared at Lu Yuan's eyes with a little unhappy look.

"I lied you dont believe me, i said the truth you also don't believe me..." Lu Yuan sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Did you wrote [To Alice]?"

"Yes." Lu Yuan nodded.

Although it's hypocritical, he still nodded his head.

Of course, in his heart, he has already apologized to a certain grand pianist XX number times and self-criticized himself XX times.

"Do you know why I give you a million yuan so easily?"

"A good script?"

"Of course not. Even if the script is better, we are not very familiar, and even though I don't care about this million, I will not hand it over. Moreover, I checked your resume and your director's certificate... As for its authenticity, I won't say it... "

"And then why?" Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

There was insecurity in his eyes.

He will not admit anything.

He has his own persistence.

Even if others think he is fake, he cannot be a fake.

"The song [To Alice] is worth more than a million." Wang Xun Xue moved his body slightly, and look in a distance with a yearning emotion.

"Huh?" Lu Yuan was suddenly silent.

[To Alice], this piano masterpiece is too scary and too classic.

No matter in which world, its potential won't be eradicated.

He can plagiarize it.

However, he can not deny its value.

So he chose not to say anything.

"If you really compose it, I believe in your talent." Wang Xun Xue stared at Lu Yuan. "So can you help her? In the future, we can also help you, a few more helpers in this world. Wouldn't that be good? "

"Yeah, brother Lu Yuan ... you help me, okay... please...please...please..." An Xiao shamelessly began to act cute again.

She even cutely stretching out his sleeves with her arms.

"How do I feel like I was being sold?" Lu Yuan looked away slightly, and withdrew his hand subconsciously.

He had a feeling that he seemed unable to extricate himself from the quagmire.

"Yes, you can describe it this way, it's a deal!" Wang Xun Xue smiled, this time she is smiling brilliantly.

She felt that the previous two encounters with Lu Yuan were always in a disadvantage, but this time it seemed that she have the upper hand.

The sunlight temperature is perfect, its warm and bright.

Everybody is happy.

"I can help you compose a song, I can even help you write a theme song for your album, and I can guarantee it's a good song, so you don't have to ask for others, and there is a high probability that it will be hot!"

"You are very confident." An Xiao stopped acting cute and began to look serious.

"You go out and buy me a pack of cigarettes first. I don't know about anything else, but the confidence to make you buy cigarettes for me, I have it."

"What? What do you mean, let me buy cigarettes for you?" An Xiao froze for a moment, her face showing an  unbelievable look.

This sudden turn is a little bit too big for her.

"I want "Red Orchid"!"

"You! You are too much!" An Xiao stood up sharply.

"You don't have to go, I don't have to write, this is a gamble, so would you gamble?" Lu Yuan is confident.

Furthermore, he looked arrogantly at Wang Xun Xue.

"I won't help anyone buy cigarettes even if I die ..." An Xiao was extremely stubborn.

"Well, do whatever you want, oh, by the way, if you go to buy, take some food by the way, I'm hungry." Lu Yuan smiled lightly.

"What! What did you say!"

"Damn! Why didn't they read a few chapters before they skipped my book!" Lu Yuan felt that the readers are too ignorant.

But ... 

He's helpless.

Lu Yuan knew what was wrong with his book, he feels that, his synopsis is not attractive enough for the readers to read more. But he is reluctant to write more, especially for synopsis that no one would even remember a few minutes later.

Most importantly ...

Lu Yuan doesn't want to be serious and exaggerating the synopsis to make a pretense, he's afraid that he would be famous and the world would call him dog later.

But, Lu Yuan still put a little bit less exaggerated synopsis with a little bit of seriousness.

So he writes...

"That year ... Lu Yuan who just crossed to a pararel world wrote a movie script then scammed 1 Million yuan from a certain rich and beautiful female sheep ...

He planned to use 800.000 yuan to shoot the movie and ran away with the rest of the money...

But the movie ... "

Lu Yuan suddenly felt tired.
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Music students were also paying attention to the chart movements.
At Qi’an Academy of Music in particular.
In the post-apocalypse era, university education had been expanded to six years. Rising Year Six students, whether they majored in composition or performance, were paying close attention to the chart. They also determined the strength of each entertainment company based on the chart.
Out of the Big Three, Silver Wing Media was considered the weakest. Its glory days were in the past. The top students preferred Neon Culture and Tongshan True Entertainment, especially the latter, which had made a major push in recent years. Their virtual idols were flourishing and generated a huge demand for composers and arrangers, a perfect fit for the students.
"Silver Wing did OK this year. They account for three of the top 10," one student said.
"The top 10 are all from the Big Three."
"That’s the kind of dominance the Big Three should project!" As far as the students were concerned, given they were the three biggest entertainment companies in Yanzhou, the Big Three should rightfully rule the charts.
"Hey, out of the top 10, five of the composers are graduates of our school. Three are signed to Silver Wing, one to Tongshan True Entertainment, and one to Neon Culture," one student said excitedly.
"Oh, there are three at Silver Wing? What happened to the fourth? I heard that Silver Wing signed four of our final-year composition majors. Three of them are in the top 10. Where did the fourth go? He’s not in the top 10. I checked the entire top 100 and couldn’t find him."
"Really? Let me see who the last person is. The composition majors they signed are Rong Zheng, Chu Guang and Sha Andu—no, Sha Andu signed with Tongshan True Entertainment. Is it Prius?"
"Prius signed with Neon Culture. He’s in the top 10."
"Oh, then it’s not him. Who else is there? That’s right – Fang Zhao. We haven’t spotted Fang Zhao yet."
"Yeah, he hasn’t shown up yet."
"Wasn’t Fang Zhao the first one to sign? Our adviser was quite bullish about Fang Zhao, saying that Fang Zhao had the potential to make the top 10 in this season’s new talent contest."
The students sifted through the chart again but still couldn’t find Fang’s name.
What had happened?
It was nearly the end of the season. How come he hadn't entered the contest yet?
It wasn’t only the students at his alma mater—his childhood buddies, Zeng Huang and company, were also freaking out and pissed off. They felt so repressed seeing Fang Sheng sitting triumphantly in the top 10. What they would have given to announce to the world that Fang Sheng’s song was stolen, stolen from Fang Zhao.
They had no proof, so if they rabble-roused, they would be sued for defamation. The punishment for defamation was heavy and Neon Culture would no doubt defend Fang Sheng. Getting on the wrong side of Neon Culture would do no good for these nobodies.
"What is Big Zhao thinking? Is he really going to enter the competition now? It’s already the 10th. " Zeng Huang’s fiancée Fang Yue, also Fang Zhao’s childhood friend, was also keeping tabs on Fang Zhao, but there still wasn't any news, even after days of waiting.
As they were talking, Zeng Huang heard a "ding"—the crisp sound of a reminder on her bracelet.
They saw the sender of the text message and their eyes brightened. "There he is!"
__________
Even though Fang Zhao was riding a high tide, he hadn’t slept well since entering the new talent competition. Initially it was nerves and anxiety about his ranking, and then it was excitement.
As he monitored the number of downloads on his wristband screen, he could picture his coffers filling with cash.
Every download cost a dollar. Unless specified, revenue was split three ways: the composer earned 30 percent, the singer 20 percent, and the record label 50 percent. The rise of virtual idols boosted the value of composers and devalued singers. Status-wise, B-list singers weren’t as important as composers, so naturally, they received a smaller cut.
For the current season, Fang Sheng entered all three songs that he stole from Fang Zhao as insurance. He bet everything on the current season, a strategy his company signed off on. If revenue was split according to his contract, given that the three songs had already combined for 3 million downloads, Fang Sheng’s cut was 1 million. If his career took off even more and he signed a better contract, his cut would increase and he would earn even more.
He had risen from poverty because of these three songs. It’d been only how long?
Seeing how the three songs charted, not only was Fang Sheng free of guilt and remorse, he was glad he had gone down this path. What a great f*cking deal it was, stealing these three songs!
When he first joined the company, the staff members who dealt with newcomers were quite cold. Now they smiled every time they saw him. The shift in attitude meant he was growing in stature. From now on, he'd be entitled to more resources at Neon Light and would work with better singers. The two words "infinite wealth" flashed in his head.
As for Fang Zhao?
Fang Sheng chuckled in a low voice, unlocked the screen to his bracelet, and skimmed the chart rankings again. There hadn't been much movement.
"Fang Zhao has no hope."
At that very moment…
"Ding!"
A reminder sounded.
Fang Sheng had set up many reminders. The "ding" may have indicated a text message or an update in a newsfeed he followed, but somehow, Fang Sheng’s chest tightened when he heard the sound.
He looked at the clock on his wristband. It was 8 a.m. sharp.
Eight in the morning was when new songs were uploaded and released after being vetted.
Suddenly, Fang Sheng had second thoughts about tapping the reminder.
Still, he took a few deep breaths and tapped. Maybe it was something else, Fang Sheng thought.
After he tapped the reminder and read the message, his face turned pale.
His screen showed a reminder announcing the new release of a composer he followed. "Hehe, My Dear," performed by Bei Zhi and composed by Fang Zhao, a Silver Wing Media release.
Composer, Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao.
He glossed over the title of the song. The two words "Fang Zhao" were the eyesore. Yet he masochistically stared at the name for a minute before moving his stiff fingers, tapping the play button. When he was done, Fang Sheng stayed in his room. It was dead silent.
When he was summoned to Neon Light in the afternoon, people wanted to approach and say hi but noticed that he was pale as a ghost and wearing a terrifying look.
"What got to him?" the staffers wondered in private.
"I don’t know. He’s doing well in the new talent contest. All three of his songs are in the top 100, one is in the top 10."
"I was afraid he had dropped out of the top 10. So isn’t he in good shape?" a Neon Light staffer said after reading the latest chart.
No one could imagine how Fang Sheng felt at the time. Even though he wasn’t a talented composer, he could tell a good song from a bad one. He could figure out which songs would succeed and which couldn’t—his tastes were in synch with the masses. That’s how he knew what repercussions Fang Zhao’s song would bring. Now, if Fang Zhao had released his song independently, it wouldn't have been a problem. He posed no threat that way. But Fang Zhao had the backing of Silver Wing Media, one of the Big Three.
As long as Silver Wing applied the full weight of their promotional machine for newcomers, Fang Zhao was bound to soar in the rankings.
Twenty days was neither a short time nor an extended period.
How was it possible?
How on earth was it possible?
How did Fang Zhao produce a new song in a matter of days?
He must have composed it ahead of time. That was definitely it.
So Fang Zhao was on guard.
Fang Sheng recalled the look that Fang Zhao gave him when he returned to his black street to move. The look harbored a deeply buried sense of hatred. Now revenge had emerged, dangled in front of him.
By June, the weather in Yanzhou was quite warm, but Fang Sheng felt a coldness travel through his body, as if he had just been dragged out of a freezer.
Even though Silver Wing Media had been in decline in recent years, as one of the Big Three, its marketing prowess was still no match for many of the smaller companies. Any new release would be promoted within channels dedicated to newcomers.
The intranet at Qi’an Academy of Music, for example.
"There it is. Silver Wing has uploaded a new song. The composer is Fang Zhao!"
"Let’s download it right now. He’s an old boy. We gotta support him."
"Brothers and sisters from the composition department, let’s support our alumnus Fang Zhao!"
"Already downloaded."
"Downloaded +1."
"Even though I’m an instrumental major, I’m going to help out too."
Many of the students didn’t listen to the song but joined the outpouring of support for these fresh graduates. It wasn’t a privilege that only Fang Zhao was entitled to. All the top graduates received this kind of treatment.
Thankfully, none of these students were intent on supporting Fang Zhao. They didn’t know Fang Zhao and might be fans of other newcomers, but they were still curious about Fang Zhao. What kind of product would this latecomer who showed up at the end of the season deliver?
For Silver Wing to have the gumption to enter Fang Zhao now, it wouldn’t be a crappy piece of work. Even if Fang Zhao wanted to enter a shit song, Silver Wing couldn’t afford to lose face.
Inside the dorm of a certain higher education institute in Qi’an, a Year Three student had the morning off. He woke up late and got online with a yawn, planning to catch up on the news.
In line with habit, he launched a music app called Intimately You Music that he used frequently and played the recommended playlist for the day.
These recommendations were all drawn and whittled down from his past preferences. If he heard something he liked, he would bookmark it, only splurging on a download when it was a song he really liked.
He wore his headsets and browsed the day’s flurry of entertainment headlines as he listened to music.
Nothing interesting was going on and the music traveling to his ears didn’t impress him much. It wasn’t bad, but there were no surprises. Maybe there were one or two songs that were OK, but he wouldn’t think much of them after a first listen. If you asked him what he thought after he went through his playlist, he wouldn’t be able to say much.
This was a common routine. Music industry outsiders like himself often just played songs they had already downloaded on a whim, maybe occasionally listening to recommended new or previous releases.
Just as he was yawning and reading the news distractedly, a spooky laughter sounded in his years, turning his partial yawn into a sneeze. His body woke up, cleared of any lingering sleepiness, and he sat up in shock.
After maintaining that posture for about 20 seconds, the student finally moved his fingers, scrolling through his screen as he switched from the news to his music app to find out the name of the song he was listening to.
When he saw the title, the student blanked for a second.
"‘Hehe, My Dear’—what kind of title is that?"
The student stared at the title that stood out from the others on the chart as he complained out loud. Yet his fingers kept moving, hitting play once again after the first listen.
And again.
And again.
And again.
"Ding!"
"You have hit your sampling quota for the day," said the reminder that popped up on the screen.
I’ve hit my quota already?
I’ve listened to the song five times already?
Wow, that was fast.
It suddenly dawned on him that he had devoted his complete attention to listening to the song five times. He had actually focused on one song and listened to it five times.
Gotta download it!
It was only 1 dollar. He was thinking he could loop the song the entire afternoon, a perfect fit for those two particularly boring classes. Maybe he would be awoken by the sound of "hehe" in his headsets when he about to fall asleep.
After the download, he posted the song on his school’s intranet.
Handsome’s Cool Song: "I was blown away by a song today. Below’s the link to the sample."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

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