A New Yorker Boy gets taken into a world of fantasy, it's about a be a new adventure for him.

Li Na has recieved a drug Lord system. This system will help her become the best drug lord in the world. let us see how she begin to become the best drug seller that the world have ever seen

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"Yes."
　　Zord nodded, but he also offered a condition for these assassins to help him solve the black household problem.
　　The killers nodded, and then under their recommendation, Zod became the new killer of Midnight Hotel.
　　 The rules of the Midnight Hotel are very similar to the Continental Hotel in a movie that Zod has seen.
　　 You are not allowed to kill in the hotel, otherwise, you will be wanted worldwide. At the same time, the mission rewards for Midnight Hotel are very high, but there are two bounty methods.
　　 One is to pay directly, the four major currencies of US dollar, British pound, euro, and Chinese yuan are all available, and you can also transfer money and give you an unregistered account.
　　The other is to pay you skull gold coins. One gold coin is equivalent to 10,000 U.S. dollars, but there is no way to exchange it. However, Midnight Hotel accepts the behavior of exchanging gold coins for money.
　　Using skeleton gold coins can make Midnight Hotel serve you, such as preparing weapons, various immigration issues, identity, target intelligence, dealing with the scene, solving troubles, and so on.
　　 It is this kind of supernatural power displayed by the Midnight Hotel that has attracted countless killers and made them jealous.
　　 Jin Bin's number one bullseye was also discovered by Jin Bin from here, and then he was drawn to become a private bodyguard.
　　 The five killers paid painful skeleton gold coins, allowing Zod to obtain a legal identity.
　　He is a New Yorker now. As for the English accent, there is no New York accent. It is simple, and Zod will learn it.
　　 The mission of Midnight Hotel is updated by giving each killer a "black phone".
　　 It is said that this black mobile phone is ahead of all mobile phone technologies on the market, and is also anti-eavesdropping, anti-tracking, and so on.
　　 Zod also got his black mobile phone. He discovered that this mobile phone was actually made of a titanium alloy shell, black painted, waterproof, shockproof, shockproof, and even fireproof, but I don't know if it can be EMP-proof.
　　 Then Zord focused on a task.
　　 is offering a reward of four million dollars, the boss of the "Hellfire" gang in California.
　　 This mission has attracted many assassins, but the Hellfire gangs are first-class gangs even in California, so the assassins are currently looking for accomplices.
　　 "Four million dollars..."
　　Zod took a lot of weapons from the five killers' arsenal, all of which were privately modified firearms. In the future, he has skeleton gold coins to find the Midnight Hotel to customize personal weapons. Now, let's use these.
　　 Thanks to the resolution of the identity problem, Zod was finally able to cross the border upright.
　　 Some states have strict border defenses between the states of the United States. After all, the laws are different.
　　The headquarters of Hellfire is a community of villas that have been bought by them. Of course, this kind of purchase is certainly not very acceptable to the seller.
　　 Lawrence Peter, the boss of Hellfire, is an old man over fifty, but he is well maintained and looks like he is in his prime.
　　 He has a big, half-white golden back, but there is a triangular notch in his left ear that almost penetrates his left cheek, making him look hideous and scary.
　　 It was caused by a sniper bullet that grazed his cheek, and it was Lawrence's closest death, although the killer was later beaten into a sieve by him with a sniper rifle.
　　 Lawrence's intelligence is not bad, he already knew that he had just put up his reward at the Midnight Hotel.
　　 After cursing Fack secretly, Lawrence hurriedly hid in his heavily guarded villa. If it were an ordinary killer, he might not care much.
　　 But the Midnight Hotel has many perverted killers, such as bullseye. Once the bullseye single-handedly killed a seal and became famous. The ghost knows whether the four million rewards will attract the same perverted killer.
The guards outside the 　　 villa community also knew that there was a killer from the Midnight Hotel coming over, and they were very nervous.
　　 "Are you so afraid of death?"
　　Zord looked at the outside of the villa community. There were only twenty guards, fully armed. He looked through and found that they were all wearing bulletproof vests.
　　 maybe tricky for others, but it's a pity that Zord is on.
　　 Two pistols appeared in his hands. For the time being, he didn't want to expose too much Zod, so he decided to just show amazing marksmanship.
　　 This point is almost standard for ordinary superheroes in the Marvel world. For example, the Punisher, Bullseye, Hawkeye can do it, not surprisingly.
　　 "Boom boom boom!"
　　 Four consecutive gunshots fired, the last two shots fired at the same time, and then the four guards at the door were blown to their heads.
　　The personal modified guns of the killers are all focused on penetration, and even the bullets are specially made bullets. Zod didn't expect that the guns he brought were so powerful, and he felt that the accuracy was good.
　　 Then the guards panicked, and they all hid.
　　 Zod rushed into the gate of the community at a speed that normal people wouldn't think was too ridiculous, and jumped over the wall in one go. The trigger was pulled while the person was still in the air.
　　 "Boom boom boom boom boom!"
After 　　 fell to the ground, the remaining guards had all been blown to the ground.
　　 The villa at this time was already alarmed by gunfire.
　　 Zod changed the bullet and then went in.
　　 The reflex nerves are faster than others, and he can't react when the gun is directly on the head of others, but Zord still keeps a certain distance.
　　 "He is on the second floor!"
　　 "He solved all the fifty people on the first floor!"
　　 "What a joke, this is only three minutes!"
　　 Hellfire Gang probably never expected that someone would come in so openly, and the bullseye was not so arrogant at that time.
　　 After Zord shot all the bullets on his body, he picked up the enemy's gun and used it with a headshot, regardless of whether you were wearing body armor or not.
　　 Then Hellfire sent people wearing bulletproof helmets.
　　 "It's too much."
　　Zod complained about the law and order in California. It is illegal to sell bulletproof vests, let alone bulletproof helmets!
　　 But even wearing a bulletproof helmet can't stop Zod from a headshot.
　　 "Blow him up!"
　　 Zod was so powerful that Lawrence was frightened and had to let his men use a grenade.
　　 As for RPG, is it an idiot to use RPG indoors?
　　 Just as Zod kicked the door open, a lot of throwing objects flew over.
　　 He drew the door shut with lightning, then ran away.
　　 And the pile of projectiles hit the door and bounced back a lot before exploding.
　　 Hearing a bunch of screams and explosions inside, Zod walked back, and the door was blown to pieces.
　　 People who were far away from the bomb wanted to get up, but the dizziness and uncontrollable body made them unable to get up. Zod walked past them and headshots one by one.
　　 Lawrence's face became paler and paler. What kind of monsters had he attracted this time? The three hundred and fifty men he prepared could not stop the opponent from advancing!
　　 There is clairvoyance, Lawrence is useless wherever he hides, and Zod finds him soon.
　　 But Lawrence is now behind a metal door nearly ten centimeters thick.

Super strength, super endurance, super speed, super senses, flying ability, steel body, thermal vision, freezing breathing, super-healing ability…

When a Kryptonian with these superpowers comes to a Marvel world without a kryptonite and a red sun, what kind of effect will it cause?

Hulk? One sandbag.

Thor? Charger.

Iron Man? Cardboard suit.

Thanos? Even if it has infinite gems and infinite gloves, it can be hit.

Sentinel? Oh, this is great, let me get some more exposure to the sun.

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January 7, 1943; Planet Earth Calendar; Milky Way Galaxy.
Room 3327 of the New Yorker Hotel. 11:56 P.M
Here, was the prosperous urban area of New York; one of the major cities of the United States of America. New Yorker Hotel with its 43 floors, stood out like a sore thumb on the eighth avenue of the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood in the Manhattan's Metropolitan area. The hotel's virtually plain facades consisting of alternating vertical bands of warm-gray brick-paint and dark-windows gave the building a contemporary feel.
The entrance to the hotel's reception that was usually crowded was now devoid of any form of human activity. Even the hotel's bell boys that were always snappy-looking as trainees in top military academies were absent from their duties on this cold Thursday night. The whole street in the front of New Yorker Hotel was eerily quiet, with just some occasional barking of some stray dogs in the neighborhood.
However, the atmosphere in one of the rooms of this majestic hotel, was anything but quiet. There were occasional murmurs and grunts that could clearly be heard behind the closed doors of Room 3327. The murmurs and grunts sounded like something out of a cultic ceremony, leaving the other residents of the hotel with some wild imaginations. But they just passed it off as another weird night courtesy of the character residing in the Room 3327. If they were the least bit inquisitive about the happenings in the delusional engineer's room, they would have identified that the sounds coming out from that area were different from the usual.
Within the confines of the room, three men were surrounding an aged man who was sitting on the smooth-woolen grey-carpet that was now tainted with some patches of red. From close observation, you could identify that the blood was from a number of hypodermic needles casually inserted in the soles of Nikolai's bare feet. For sure, the aged man was tired and on his last legs.
Two days ago, Nikolai Teslai Sankara who was in the middle of one of his experiments was interrupted by a knock on the door of his hotel room. Looking at the old analog clock on his bedside table, he realized that it was just six o'clock in the morning. He concluded that it must be one of the maids who was either coming to clean his room or check if he needed some breakfast. One of the maids named Alice was particularly attentive to him – always reminding him to take his meals on-time and take great care of his health.
Nikolai opened the door to chase away the nosy brat, but was instead greeted by three strange and completely unfamiliar faces. Standing in the doorway were three Caucasian men that were all dressed uniformly in black trench coats. Their foreheads were completely hidden by the black-hats that adorned their heads. Two of the men were stocky and huge, the other frail and thin. The stocky men were about six feet two, while the frail one was a head shorter than the rest. Their eyes, of the usual brown, were remarkably cold. Apart from their blond eyebrows, all the men had no other visible facial hair. Each of the men carried a small travel-bag that hung over their left shoulders.
[These men should either be from the police or the army.] Nikolai made a wild guess after looking at their mannerisms. [But why would the army or police officers be looking for me? Is it because of my unpaid hotel bills?] Nikolai pondered.
[Screw this… I will just get the answer from them. Hopefully, the hotel manager has not filed a case against me. …Otherwise, I will have to move again.]
"What can I do for you young men?" Nikolai looked at the men inquisitively.
The only response Nikolai got was a creepy grin from the buff Caucasian man in the middle. Before he could even react, Nikolai was dragged back into the room by his collar. The buff man casually tied Nikolai to a 'vintage Baumann-style wooden-chair' positioned near his bedside, and then stuffed one of Nikolai's stockings into his mouth. That was his first encounter with his assailants.
What followed was Nikolai's misery and a fate worse than death.
Over the past two days, Nikolai had been subjected to a variety of torture methods including sleep deprivation, tickle torture, and starvation. He was nearly psychologically broken, but he was still holding on. The most depressing thing about his circumstances was being tortured for some technology which he might or might not have invented.
Through their short period of interaction, Nikolai could tell that his captors did not want to kill him. But today, the aura about the men was different. The men seemed to be impatient and gloomy.
[Oh No! These Nazi hounds may really be getting impatient. They may be prepared to use more violent methods of torture. I need to stall for time… Or with the way things are developing, my names will appear in tomorrow's newspaper obituaries. What should I do? Should I really hand over the blue prints… Absolutely not… Even if they get the blue prints, they will not necessarily let me go.] Nikolai mused feeling a giant wave of hopelessness engulf him.
The men had already exposed their identities to him. And since they were German secret agents stationed in the USA, they would have to tie up all loose ends even if they got the blue print. Nikolai was sure that they would not let him go after obtaining the damned death ray technology.
[The longer I hold on to the information they need, the longer I can live. I just have to hold on until tomorrow morning. My only hope is to be rescued by another.] Nikolai inwardly thought without a change in his facial expression. [Alice should be coming to clean my room tomorrow morning. The hotel manager should also be coming to demand for my hotel bills at around 9:00 am. If all goes well, I may be able to escape from this cruel torture tomorrow morning.] Nikolai concluded after some thinking.
Smack! Smack!... Nikolai thought process was disrupted by two slaps on the back of his head. "Nikolai, hand over the blueprint of the death ray! We will spare you from the pain you are feeling!" Captor one  beseeched with a bit of impatience in his voice.
"You are already on the verge of death, just hand over the death ray – blue print. The others and I can leave you a complete corpse and ensure that your name is remembered for ages!" Captor two added.
"I told you already," Nikolai stammered. "I have no idea what you are talking about!" He added. His voice cranky, but devoid of any kind of pleading.
"Nikolai, do not take us for fools. Do you think we have not done any research before coming to you?" Captor one retorted with another slap on his cheek.
"I really don't get it! Why would you invent something which cannot be of any use in our current world? The death ray, may be a godly technology, but that is only when it is in capable hands." Captor three spoke for the first time in two days. "We are willing to buy the blue print at market value. We can also complete the transaction using gold bars or any other equipment that may be of use to you."
"Remember that weaponry can only be utilized by the military. World War II would be the best stage to showcase your invention. Don't you think so Mr. Nikolai?" Captor three added after not getting any reply from Nikolai.
"I would seriously want to show case my new inventions. However, I have never made any progress in the research of any high-tech weaponry. I can only say that you have targeted the wrong person." Nikolai answered without buying any of their bull shit.
"Come on old man!" Captor three looked at Nikolai with a frown. "We also know that you originate from the Austrian Empire. The Austrians are our allies in this war. Don't you want to contribute some merits to your country of origin? The death ray can absolutely change the tides of war!" 
The three captors knew that Nikolai was an 86-year-old man. This limited their options for torture and extraction of the required information. They could only hope that as an inventor, Nikolai would wish to share his work before he passed away. For the past two days, they had tried to coarse him, but they had failed.
The expression on Nikolai's face remained listless, and his lips continued to remain silent. However, instead, his mind was filled with doubt. How did the matter regarding the death ray blue print in his possession get disclosed? He had stayed in a number of hotels, and had often left behind a number of blueprints as payment for his bills, but never disclosed the fact that he was working on the death ray.
Although countless experiments were conducted by Nikolai, his progress over the last twenty-two years was slow. After spending untold hardships, he had finally made some headway and completed the death ray blue print over the last Christmas season. He had even not began building the first prototype of this new weapon.
However, why was he targeted by the German secret agents when he had always been keeping a low profile since World War II started? He tried to recall his past actions during the past few days. He had followed his routine of reading some newsletters, conducting his experiments and commuting to the cathedral and library to feed the pigeons…
Wait: Commuting to the cathedral and library… at this point, he recalled a previous incident in the fall of 1937 when he was unable to dodge a moving taxicab and was thrown to the ground. His back was severely sprained and three of his ribs were broken in the accident. He refused to consult a doctor following his lifelong custom, and never fully recovered.
[Could the assailants have started following me six years ago?] Nikolai wondered.
Captor three – who was the shortest among the three seemed to know what Nikolai was thinking about. With his arms folded across his chest, captor three coldly looked at Nikolai before voicing out his deductions. "Nikolai! We know that you have been residing in this hotel for the past 10 years."
"We have been keeping track of the equipment that you have purchased over the years. We have also collected the crumpled papers with a number of your sketches from your rubbish on a daily routine." Captor three paused as if waiting for the information to sink into Nikolai's mind.
"From your discarded sketches, it is very easy for anyone to deduce that you have been working on some portable high-tech weaponry". Captor three added while taking a few steps towards Nikolai. "The only portable high-tech weaponry you have ever researched is the death ray. And voila! We know that you must already have the blue-print of the death ray."
Captor three bent down until his head was just above that of Nikolai. He then continued speaking in a flat monotone. "So, Mr. Nikolai, we are not here to establish whether you have been researching the death ray. We are just here to obtain it." He added while gently flicking Nikolai's forehead.
So that is how the death ray technology was leaked. Nikolai was stunned. Completely ignoring his captor's proximity, he continued thinking about how careless he was. In his opinion, the sketches that were dropped into the dustbins were utter rubbish. But he could now understand that they served as the best sources of data necessary to keep tabs on his research progress.
Nearly all his colleagues had abandoned him, and only the pigeons he fed every evening were his confidants. His efforts during the past twenty-two years were regarded as speculative, philosophical, and somewhat of promotional character. His work had often been criticized as theoretical and often concerned with the production and wireless transmission of power; but did not include new, sound, workable principles or methods for realizing such results. So why were these German agents interested in his blueprints? Why were they sure that he had a blue print for the death ray? These were the two questions that had always been on his mind for the previous two days.
Although Nikolai was plunged into despair, he was also inwardly happy.
[At the very least, my work has been acknowledged.] He thought. [Even an enemy's acknowledgement can lead to a feeling of accomplishment. I am really a vain man… No, a vain old man. But even if I am to live another 10 years, will I be able to acquire even an inkling of the knowledge that has always eluded me since I was born? Will I get closer to discovering the origin of life? Will I understand the process behind the formation of the stars?  In this life, I no longer have enough time.] Nikolai pondered with a look of tiredness on his wrinkled face. [I really have nothing to live for. I am such a miserable old fool. Maybe it is a good time for me to go.]
For the past four years, Nikolai had known that he was going to die. He just didn't know when. He could not pretend that he was without fear when facing his assailants, but his predominant feeling was one of regret. He had not loved and not been loved; he had given much by the way of his inventions, but he was not appreciated; he had read, travelled, thought and written, but he did not get enough time to understand the world.
The men could clearly perceive that something had changed within Nikolai. They could no longer see the previous hope and spirit in the old man's expressions. They had seen that look in a number of their previous captives. Only one condition could explain this change. The old man was broken. He had given up all hope to live. Thus, any kind of additional torture or coercions would be utterly useless. They had totally failed in their mission.
"Lukas! Take care of the old man. Make it quick and simple. We need to leave as soon as possible." He heard captor three speaking in a commanding and flat tone. [So, it has come to this.] Nikolai thought. However, he no longer cared. He could no longer feel pain. He could no longer feel anxiety, fear or any other kind of emotion. He seemed to have attained a peaceful state where his mind was in peak condition. He could not explain the feeling nor his state of mind.
His mind was wandering. Nikolai began to recall his life; how he was born in the Austrian Empire, his early school life in the village of Smiljan, his early career in Budapest – Hungary, his move to the United States, his successes, inventions and hardships up to this date. He had often heard from his religious father that there was a life-after-death, but as a scientist, he was always skeptical. [It would be nice if there is another life after this. I would be the greatest inventor and engineer in the world], ...he thought. [Maybe, I could also add the research of the 'soul' to my agenda. Maybe, the correct answers can be attained by taking this path. Hahaha… Now, I am sure that I have another title…. The crazy old Nikolai.]
[But I can now feel how small a human being is. Even our whole race is just a small pebble in the river of time, …and we exist without causing any major ripple in the Universe.] He mused experiencing an epiphany. [We are born with almost no purpose, except to live, eat and breed. If there is a higher being who created us, why did he give us a creative brain when he clearly knew that our lifespan was too short to maximize its benefits?]
[Why! Why? Why!?]
His utmost emotions, were in his inventions. He had suppressed his emotions and immersed himself into his experiments. The price he paid was a life of loneliness. Unfortunately, in the end, he still did not manage to make headway in even the most dominant questions of his field. Was the choice he made wrong? Or was his path a mistake?
[Who am I? …Where do I come from? …And where am I going?] Were the questions on his mind.
[I think my journey should end here… I have nothing left.] Nikolai concluded.
Although Nikolai had some regrets, his emotions were in harmony with the world.
A blue-gowned graceful figure of a person seemed to flash within his mind, and it became clearer and clearer as he felt himself begin to fade away. It could have been his imagination, but slowly he felt a pair of warm arms hugging him tightly and heard a whisper "Son, if you ever feel hopeless and depressed, please remember to hold tightly onto the pyramid jewelry pendant. You will surely find a way… if you wish for something".
"I have always been a superstitious person" Nikolai muttered to himself while holding tightly onto the only gift from his mother that he still possessed. In his mind, a hint of remorse soundlessly began to diffuse. Like smoke, it directly engulfed his entire soul. At that very moment, he could no longer control his mind, nor did he want to control it.
Nikolai remained as in a trance, unmoving, the gaze of his eyes seemed to be looking at somewhere else beyond him. ["My only wish it seems…"], he thought to himself, ["...Is to have another life where I can fulfill my dream. Become…a peerless engineer. No! That is shallow… Perhaps… I can consider the pursuit of knowledge as my only goal if there's a next life"] …And that was his last most concise thought before the rest of his soul started to scatter.
Contrary to his expectations, the last moments of his life were the most tranquil. As the light bled out of his eyes, the eye embedded as a jewel on the golden pyramid necklace around his neck seemed to be shimmering with a faint violet-bluish light. Maybe it was the light being reflected off the glass windows, or maybe it was something else… but no one noticed since it was tightly clutched in Nikolai's hand.
And in Room 3327 of the New Yorker Hotel, a great inventor and engineer passed away, with only a few pennies in his pocket.
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NB: The thoughts of characters will be written with square brackets i.e. [This chapter is to long.] Doist_Mujunel thought while rubbing his forehead.

In a lucky twist of fate, an Engineer is reincarnated in a small colony of an advanced space-faring civilization. He faces new challenges in an amazing new world where men wield mystical power and technology is virtually indistinguishable from magic.

Through mystical training, he hones his skills to overcome challenge after challenge and gradually increases his powers to never before seen heights.

Follow the legend of a man pursuing mystical knowledge and seeking to understand the mysteries of the universe in his second life.

>>Discord link for novel: https://discord.gg/rw5aqzM

An hour later, both Matisse and Raymond became a little impatient, and the apartment door behind them opened.
With a contented smile, Ye Tian walked out of it with his arms around Betty.
At this time, Betty, with a blushing face and head down, was ashamed to face Matisse and the others.
Seeing Ye Tian finally appearing, both Matisse and Raymond secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but they kept complaining in their hearts.
Your bastard's body is so good! Not afraid of being exhausted in bed!
"Okay! Let's go, eat first, and then buy a car!"
Ye Tian said with a smile, full of energy, without any sense of emptiness.
"OK! I will inform Walker of this!"
Quickly set up their mood, Matisse and Raymond immediately changed back to elite security.
After that, Ye Tian locked the door of the apartment and walked to the elevator with Betty, who was reluctant to give up and turned around one step at a time, and Matisse and the others followed.
When they came downstairs, the reporters were already waiting.
At this time, what they were most concerned about had become the apartment that Ye Tian bought, and the 141st street battle in Manhattan became the second!
How much did he spend to buy an apartment? 20 million dollars? 30 million dollars? or more?
Everyone is guessing. They understand very well that the price of such a high-end apartment building in this location, must be astronomical!
Not only reporters are concerned, I am afraid every New Yorker is concerned about this issue.
The apartments here have always been the vane of mansions in Central Park in Manhattan! It is a topic that every New Yorker talks about, although most people can only pass by and have a look, or have it in their dreams!
However, the heart of gossip is common to everyone, and the old beauty is inevitable!
Seeing Ye Tian's appearance, the reporters immediately rushed over and extended the microphone in their hands to Ye Tian.
"Steven, I'm a reporter from The New York Times. Are you here to rent an apartment or buy an apartment? If you are buying, what's the price? Tell us about it, I think everyone is curious!"
For this, Ye Tian didn't want to hide anyone, and couldn't hide it at all!
He is very sure that his apartment is definitely one of the ten most expensive properties in Manhattan this year, and it may even be in the top three. It will definitely be widely reported by the major media in New York.
This is the hobby of New Yorkers! It is also a hobby of everyone!
Comparing who lives in the best house and who has the most money, then curses a few words in envy! Let me vent my depressed mood.
After the price of this apartment is announced, the number of people cursing themselves secretly will definitely increase exponentially, and will there are countless people who envy and hate!
But what can be? The buddies still enjoy the top life in New York, with unlimited scenery! Who don't love?
So when he heard the reporter's question, he smiled and said loudly:
"I'm here to buy an apartment. I have signed a house purchase contract. I can tell you the price is 50 million U.S. dollars. Including various taxes and fees to the New York City government, the total is about 55 million."
The moment the apartment price was reported, the scene immediately became quiet.
All the reporters were stunned. They all looked at Ye Tian dumbfounded, eyes full of shock and madness. Only the speeding car was telling people that time was still passing by!
The reactions of several Raytheon's security personnel were fairly normal, Matisse had already told them through headphones.
Even so, their eyes are full of shock, the price is too scary!
After a short pause, there was an explosion in front of the apartment building!
"Wow! My God! My God!"
Everyone exclaimed wildly, no one could believe what they had just heard.
Seeing the horrified expressions of the reporters, Ye Tian wanted to laugh out loud in his heart. The feeling that shocked everyone was so cool!
After a dark cool, he went on to say loudly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are leaving here to have lunch. If you are still interested in following the interview, I have no objection. Let's have a lunch together. I treat you!"
After speaking, he took Betty and walked quickly towards the SUV under the protection of Matisse and the others.
The reporters were still shocked and exclaimed, and they forgot to respond or interview for a while!
Soon, three SUVs roared away from the apartment building, and the reporters woke up.
Looking at the leaving SUV, many reporters couldn't help but sigh with red eyes!
"$55 million! Oh my god! This seems to be the most expensive real estate transaction in Manhattan this year! Did this bastard Steven buy an entire apartment building? Too rich! Too luxurious!"
"Fuck! A $55 million apartment. I've never dreamed of such an expensive house in my fucking dreams! Did this bastard buy a heaven?"
"Although it is not heaven, I think it must be more luxurious than heaven! Such a life is a crime!"
After a frantic emotion, many reporters rushed to the interview car and continued to follow Ye Tian.
Every reporter here understands at this moment that as long as you follow Steven's bastard, there will definitely be news, and you will never run away for nothing. That is a bastard who doesn't talk surprisingly and die!
In addition to these reporters, the FBI and Manhattan police also followed, and they were also irritated almost crazy.
In the process of tracking, they quickly told several colleagues of the shocking news through the radio.
And through the mouths of these colleagues who were completely shocked, the news generally spread to all police stations in New York, as well as the FBI branch.
Everyone who heard the news was shocked without exception.
It is this real? That vicious Chinese bastard actually bought an apartment for $55 million! It's like a fantasy! This world is so unfair!
What happened next, just as Ye Tian expected, envy, jealousy and hatred began to breed in everyone's hearts, and the curse sounded through the New York police!
While many people were cursing, Ye Tian got another surprise, and also a fortune!
Sotheby's auction house sports collection special auction, in the morning auction has ended.
Ye Tian's Yankees baseball collection was successfully sold and sold at a very surprising price. At this time, Jason was calling to inform the news.
"Steven, this morning's sports collection auction is over. Your Yankees baseball collection was unveiled as the finale. It's superb!
Many veteran Yankees fans came to the auction site, including some super-rich, sports stars, these people are basically for your collection.
After the auction started, the competition was fierce and the scene was extremely hot! The reserve price soon broke through, and after nearly 50 rounds of bidding, the auctioneer finally dropped the hammer!
The transaction price was $13.5 million, which was the highest price for sports collectibles auctions today. It was definitely a sky-high price. The guy who won these treasures was the son of the owner of the Yankees!"
This news is the sound of nature! Ye Tian immediately laughed happily.
"Hahaha, great! It's a huge surprise. I estimated that it would not exceed 10 million. I didn't expect the Yankees owner's son to give face so much. It seems that I need to become a Yankees fan! With this I can live up to so many green dollars!"
Upon hearing this, Betty and Matisse and Walker in the front row understood immediately.
Steven is rich again! And listening to his tone, this is obviously a super windfall of more than 10 million US dollars!
Thinking of this, all three of them were shocked.
Is it too easy to make money? More than ten million dollars! You get it in the blink of an eye, it's easier than drinking water!
After this stimulation, Matisse became more determined to join Ye Tian's team and join him in hunting for treasure.
Whoever misses this crazy opportunity to make money is the biggest fool!
On the other side of the phone, Jason laughed and joked.
"Hahaha! I also think you should at least have a year-round top box at Yankee Stadium!"
After chatting for a few words, the two ended the conversation after they agreed to meet in the evening.
At the moment when he hung up, Matisse looked back and asked curiously:
"Steven, made another big deal?"
"Hahaha! That's right, I dug up some baseball collections in the warehouse before, and they were auctioned at Sotheby's today for $13.5 million, a very good price. I am very satisfied!"
"Wow! So much money!"
Although she had expected it, Betty exclaimed when she heard the number.
Matisse and them were the same, shocked.
At this moment, Ye Tian's cell phone rang again, but this time it was a message.
"Congratulations on getting rich!"
The message comes from Bowie!

Obs: This is a novel original in chinese, I only translated to english.

Ye Tian, who was in desperate situation, found that the world in his eyes had changed, becoming radiant and dazzling!

Antiques, famous paintings, gold, diamonds, and jewellery are all available at your fingertips!

The pirate treasures of Cocos Island, the Nazi gold in the depths of the ocean, the Mayan civilization in the jungle, the secrets of King Solomon, the disappearing Atlantis,….

They are no longer mysterious, but completely opened the door, just waiting for Ye Tian to explore and discover.

What are you waiting for?

set off!

Ric siting in his room finally relaxed, he still getting used to this new home. After leaving the very familiar house he lived for a life time, it made it a little strange for him.
But he will get use to it as he did with the fact he went trough a rebirth.
Ric and his family shifted to this new house in end of January. In-fact it is a penthouse in the upper east side of Manhattan.
From a friendly suburbs to a concrete jungle, this transformation might be weird to others but its kind of a thing for the Jackson's.
They are more inclined to live in a comfortable but luxurious place close to their work than large mansions far from workplace, in Ric's case Broadway.
In-fact in this new home Ric has two rooms made into one unit with a bad room and a reading room.
As the film <Lucas> finished at early week of march, enjoying a morning coffee sitting beside the poolside of the penthouse, while reading an article publish about himself in <New York Times> newspaper. {A/N: Narcissist much}

It says,

"Where is R.R Jackson?"
Richard Jackson a name quite familiar in every household across US. If not by this name than by Elliot, Cole or Kevin. That's right, I am talking about that Richard Jackson,
the most sensational Hollywood actor,
the youngest top grossing star of all time,
the super genius.

We got to meet this young man with the phenomenal <E.T> in 1982, then he brought us <A Christmas Story>in 1983, <The Sixth Sense> in 1984,<Home alone>and <The Gonnies> in 1985.
And he have a up coming film in may <Lucas>.
Even though he only made five movies but all of them was big hits, making him the youngest actor of all times to have five consecutive hits.
In this five years all his film grossed more than 1.7 billion in box office making him one of the top actor with highest box office gross while the  three movies that occupied top 3 positions of the top 10 movies with the highest grossing is his.
Best part he wrote screenplay most of the movie himself.
Not only that he was nominated for Oscars for two times with double nominations for Best supporting actor and best screenplay wards but also wining both times taking Best original screenplay and Best adapted screenplay home shattering many Oscar record but also made history.
We all know him as genius screenwriter or the most cutest actor right now,
But how many knows him as R.R Jackson.
It must be Shocking to know that the famous and the hottest Author right now is none other than our favorite Richard Jackson.
But its that not surprising to find another creative talent of a super genius like Richard.
 What surprising is that this talent actually brought the actor Richard to us.
Remember <E.T> the film was for which brought Richard, the Oscar of best adapted screenplay. The film was adapted from the bestseller book <E.T>at that time. Both which wrote by Richard himself.
This is where R.R Jackson became Richard Jackson.
Do you know where everything started from ?
From this very Newspaper.

Astonishing right, But its true.
In 1980, maximum Kids if not knew other papers but  definitely knew this newspaper's kids column, as short stories which publishing getting popular along with the name R.R Jackson.
That's right at the age of five he started his journey as a writer but became a author next year with his first book <My Ocean stories> released and also became the youngest bestseller author of all times by his book <Finding Nemo>.
1981 is well known for its  book frenzy event as best seller after best seller came like <My Ocean Stories 1&2>, <Finding Nemo>, <Finding Dory>, <Finding home> came one after another, what was known as the<the Ocean Series.> frenzy bringing the name R.R Jackson to house holds.
Not to Out done with 81, 
In 1982 we have seen a large number of short story collection entering market, but it was still domenated by R.R jackson with <My feather firends>, <the animal world>, <The small's world> <The Land before time> and also the famous <E.T>.
But also the end of Richards journey in the kids column.
In 1983 he brought his spy world with <spy kids> and <Spies in Digusie> and a short story collection <Car's world> also <Casper>.
And from 1984 to 1985 he brought  to us <Spy kids 2&3>,  <Jack frost>, <Rise of the Guardians>, <The Midnight Express>, <Inside Out> which showed a unique perspective how a mind can think by Richards wonderful intimation and creative skills.
This series books and best seller hits not fixed him as one of the best child book author all time but also one of the famous author of all times. 
But where did he have gone.
As of the last few months of 1985 to now, no new books were being released resulting many of us wonder, as the most active author right now, what happened.
With that in main many tired to contact with him but couldn't as he was busy with shooting of his new film.
As everyone kept wondering and urging to get the answer to the question.
A new information was given to us by Richards Agent Ari Emanuel.
The information is a note send by Richard himself and its quoted.
"Dear my Rears,
Thanks for all the love and support up until now, but with a heavy heart I have to announce that
Due to ever increasing work I have found my self in a precarious position as a author and finally what I feared happened.
I have strained my writing potential resulting in a burn out and to fix the problem waht is required time and rest.
And for the very time and rest, I am taking a break from my career as an author.
And once again I am truly sorry.
Please pray I recover soon
Yours Favorite Author,
R.R Jackson"

Its sad that one of the favorite author is stepping down  as an author but we are lucky that the same person is still giving us wonders thorough is acting.
But for how long?
Will the same reason occur with his acting career?
Is Richard Jackson going through burnout praise or 
due to harsh reality of many jobs the case?

When people about R.R Jackson the first thing comes to mind
The Living Legend....
He is a man who brought storm in the worlds entertainment...
Idol of all aspiring idols... 
Music , Film , Drama , Books not a place he left untouched
They say he is a man with Midas touch or is he ......


First time writing... Open to constructive criticism...
Hope everyone like my story....

Disclaimer : I don't own anything other than my main character. All things written is nothing more than a fiction.

The melodies and lyrics in the depths of his mind were never forgotten, and after reawakening, they poured out freely, but then Renly froze, because the recording software on his computer didn't record at all, and he had to stop playing for a while and began studying the recording software seriously.

Maybe he should've avoided all that hassle and just recorded a video and uploaded it on YouTube instead. Why even bother recording a digital sound source here, in his apartment?

However, this should be a gift, not a debut, so right here, Renly honestly cleaned up his lazy thoughts, while fumbling with the recording software. He looked at the recording techniques and started fumbling again. When the blue sky revealed itself, a little over three minutes of "The Ballad of Cleopatra" was finally recorded.

As it turned out, recording music was an incredibly difficult task, and Renly's back ached like never before. He needed a break.

He left the computer and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, the strong aroma of which finally saved Renly from drowsiness. However, since it was already halfway done, it was not wise to give up, because Renly knew that once he gave up, it would probably be over and he wouldn't bother to do it again. So, this gift still needs to be given a full dedication.

Pouring a second cup of coffee, he thought about something, and he came to a decision to not add sugar or milk. He went back to the computer with the coffee, recalling the website that Neil had introduced to him before, SongCast.

A few years ago, it would have been very difficult for a musician to release his or her own single or album because the distribution channels were in the hands of the major record labels and distribution companies, not to mention the publicity and promotion resources that were hard to come by.

To give you a simple example, the U.S. is a country on wheels, and car radios are the most efficient way to promote music, but the music played every day on major radio stations has all been arranged beforehand, even down to the details of the twenty-five song playlist for the week and the frequency requirements, all of which are specified in detail, and over ninety percent of the radio playlists are in the hands of major corporations.

This is a major reason why it has been so difficult for independent musicians to get ahead.

But now, thanks to the new paradigm of online music, YouTube and Facebook are one way, and iTunes and Spotify are another, but both are in the same ballpark, primarily providing a platform for independent musicians to showcase themselves. Although the limitations of publicity and promotional resources still hinder their development, they have at least an open a window for them to do so, and icons like Justin Bieber, who has made a comeback, are a notable result of this new era of changing music formats.

Renly had very limited information about music, but after reading the SongCast's website agreement, it became clear.

Although independent musicians can now post their music directly on online sites such as iTunes and Spotify without having to go through the distribution company, the process is very cumbersome and requires not only details such as format, duration, and recording quality, but also the number of songs - Apple, for example, requires that an artist must have at least fifty registered songs under his or her name in order to upload them to iTunes, a restriction that has scared off many independent musicians.

Not to mention the fact that iTunes is a truly massive company, and the legalese is enough to cause a headache. Even if Renly wasn't a law student, he knows that there is little room for an independent to survive against a large corporation, and that their interests will be reduced to a minimum, and that there are many hidden clauses in their contracts that further exploit them. The advantage, of course, is that they are large companies, so there is no fuss, everything is open and honest!

In this case.

SongCast offers another platform, or more accurately, a possibility, for independent musicians.


For most independent musicians, they may simply want to test the waters and see if their music can be successful, or they may simply be looking for a platform to sell their music and find more attention from music companies.

In the internet age, the traditional self-promotion methods of the past are no longer applicable. The traditional ways of self-promotion, such as sending tapes to record labels, playing warm-up gigs for big-name artists, or participating in "American Idol" auditions, are no longer available. Instead, it's all about Web-based methods, such as YouTube videos and iTunes digital store.

Of course, online music sales are more appealing than free YouTube videos, as they can earn some revenue.

This is the kind of website that SongCast was born from.

It's actually an online music seller, somewhat similar to a traditional distribution company, where independent artists upload their music to the site, publish it, and then the site will create a system of file format conversion, illustration formatting, and other finishing work, and then complete the work of distributing it to various online music sales sites, including all the major sites such as Amazon, iTunes, Spotify, etc., with a one-time upload.

In addition, songwriting is an important platform to showcase new artists, and many major producers and record labels use this platform to find new artists with potential. Although the decline of the music industry has been obvious since the beginning of the 21st century, the industry's demand for new talent has never been lower.

SongCast is not the only company offering music distribution, but it is one of the most mature and successful companies in the business.

This has certainly saved Renly a lot of hassle, and it's no wonder that Neil was saying that everything is now easier.

After creating an account, uploading music, writing down the song title and description on ..., Renly discovered that he still had to upload the single's cover art - which meant he had to make his own cover art on the fly, which he found incredibly cumbersome.

The soft blanket was incredibly comfortable, and Renly was so sleepy that he almost wanted to give up, but it turned out he was better off sleeping in his bed. He'd rather spend five hours watching an Off-Broadway rehearsal than sitting in front of a computer tossing around the audio recording.

Letting out a long breath, Renly told himself: this was just a one-time thing, this was just a special gift, so he'd better bite the bullet and get it done.

Even if Renly is not born again, he clearly understands that the modern music industry is in recession, and it is the same all over the world, not to mention the golden age of the seventies and eighties, in the most commercially perfect nineties, the music market is still blossoming. But now, not only have album sales plummeted, and the current year-end sales champions may not even be in the top ten of the year-end charts of a decade ago, but the market has transitioned from album kings to the era of the single - everyone is selling singles; and the quality of music has declined dramatically.

There was a time when jazz, blues, soul, pop, rock, rap, country, and folk music ... everything was dazzlingly diverse, and in each particular era there was a particular genre that emerged strongly, such as folk in the sixties, rock in the seventies, and disco in the eighties, but outside of them, there were other genres that delighted the listener, and almost everyone could find music with their own identity.

Nowadays, however, the music industry is becoming narrower and narrower, completely dominated by pop and rap, with no room for other genres to survive, as the quality of music has declined significantly. This is the case with folk music.

In the 1960s, folk music was popular enough to change politics and culture, and folk singers like Bob Dylan, David Bowie, and Joan Baez started the civil rights movement and changed the course of history, truly changing the world with their music.

In 2016, Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature, awakening curiosity and interest in folk music. But the fact is, in the past twenty to thirty years, the survival space of folk music has been compressed to the extreme, although not as obsolete as disco, but not too far away. In Billboard's singles and albums charts, it's hard to see folk music even in the top 50, let alone the top 10.

Renly is a man of rebirth, and he knows that the future is the world of electro-dance music, and that folk music is not only not improving, but is slipping further into the abyss.

So the recording of "The Ballad of Cleopatra" was purely a gift to Stanley - it was Stanley's sincerity and persistence that enabled Pioneer Village to survive in Manhattan, that even Woody Allen and The New Yorker held it in such a high esteem, and where genres like jazz, rock, folk and bluegrass could seek shelter and barely survive.

Renly doesn't think there will be a next time. This is the current state of independent music, cruel and indifferent, but it is a fact.

At this point, Renly sat up straight again, thought about it, and searched through the computer's photo album, finally finding a particular photo - the gate of Pioneer Village, a rustic and somewhat dilapidated gate, low-key and quiet, with the afternoon sunlight shining down cleanly and sparsely, with a kind of washed-out purity and clarity, but with the traces of history.

In the window, there was a banner with the name "Cleopatra" on the right side and a signature "Renly Hall" on the left side, without any intention of highlighting it, as if it were part of the window.

This way, the single cover was complete.

After going back to the song, completing all the information, clicking upload, and watching the progress bar reach 100%, Renly turned off the computer, and rolled directly onto the bed, finally able to rest.

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

The floor was packed but not all present then were potential buyers. Most of them were fillers, those that Lucius had invited. There were so many different races that Jiang Fei could not be bothered to learn about them. However, they had one thing in common. They were all young and had deep wallets to let loose when they saw fit.
They were all talking about many things but their root topic was focused on and about Braveheart. Nobody knew who Jiang Fei was yet but they were all talking about him, not directly, but in some form. It was the kind of hot topic that crowds would pay attention to. 
These folks… they were all born with silver spoons sticking out of their butts when they were born. They had absolutely nothing to be worried about, except finding out means to earn more, spend more. If they were being honest, they had nothing to live for, nothing to expect of tomorrow. Luxury in terms of the materialistic aspect had been conquered; that was what they could control. The only thing that they sought out more was to own the grand and the rare, to own such things in order to make themselves stand out. A thing that was so special yet fails to be useful in any other way than to make one's presence known to all. Such an item would be Braveheart, a ship that was created 10,000 years ago by a civilization that was now extinct. 
When Braveheart first entered the planet, many had set eyes on it. People like Wagner had even traveled from a distant galaxy just to feast their eyes on such a rare physical ship from the past. 
"I've waited long enough. Lucius, where is the buyer?" 
"Are you clowning us as payback for not inviting you along on the previous trip?"
"Don't think that you're invincible now that you have befriended someone better. We can still do things that will scar you for life!" 
"Befriended someone? Like who?" 
"You didn't know? Lucius and Rais had befriended a new member of the federation. I have no idea how he does it really…" 
"New member? There are too many to count. Who is it?" 
"I don't blame you for not knowing what's going on out there. You have been spending too much time in the Red Mansion, squeezing yourself in between Ronaby girls." 
"Mhm. Just so you know, Ronaby girls are just the best. Their long ears and legs are kinda my fetish!" 
When Jiang Fei came in, everyone was still pestering Lucius to reveal the identity of the seller. However, as expected of the lecherous folks, the topic of conversation shifted from the ship, to Lucius, and then, to adulterous recreational play.
"It's Fourth Brother." 
"Fourth Brother, come, come! Join the fray! We are pestering this bastard to reveal the seller's name!" 
Everyone in the mansion stood up when Wagner came in after Jiang Fei. One could quickly tell that Wagner must be someone prominent enough to have such a reaction from the mass. 
"Heh. Do you still want to know who the seller is? Or should I just…" Wagner teased. He scanned the room for an empty seat and waltzed over nonchalantly. 
"Huh? What is he saying?"
"Fourth Brother, do you know who the seller is?" 
"Let me cut to the chase. Not only did I meet with the seller, but we have also already come to an agreement about the price," Wagner said after he took a sip of a glowing liquid from an odd-looking cup. 
Jiang Fei sighed awkwardly as he understood that his cover was blown. 
"Har? How did you buy the ship when none of us has ever seen even the shadow of the seller?" 
"I haven't bought the ship yet. Nevertheless, I've offered up a price so high that none of you can outbid me," Wagner said confidently. 
"Who is the seller then?" 
"Yeah! We want to know!" 
"Oh! I guess you do not know him yet. Come, Brother Jiang Fei, please let yourself be known," Wagner raised his glass and gestured toward Jiang Fei who was standing nearby. 
"What gave me away?" Jiang Fei said softly as he tried to hide his embarrassment. He was not used to this sort of fancy gathering. He would be fine if he was in the center of a battlefield, surrounded by warriors cheering for him, but not this. Everything about it felt… pretentious. 
"Jiang Fei… Where have I heard this name…" 
"OH HO! He's the new member that we were talking about! The new recruit that joined the federation military ranks!"
"Now that you mentioned, that does ring a bell!" 
Everyone started exchanging information they knew. However, it was not the genuine kind of spreading the word, but was more of a competition on how much information they had. 
"Brother Jiang Fei. To be frank, I do not remember people by their names. Even when you revealed your name, I wouldn't have known that you were the famous new recruit in the military force. I had to piece many things together before I knew who you are. Lucius is not someone special that could get in touch with anyone from the military. Well… not someone from the high ranks at least. That, and the fact that he is not the kind that would simply use the term "boss" on anyone. That was what gave you away," Wagner explained. 
He had suspicions about Jiang Fei's identity and only managed to get the first clue when Lucius came in and yelled "boss". Lucius knew that something was off when Lucius and Jiang Fei had a moment of silence back in the garden. That was when Wagner recalled about the famous new recruit. Besides, Lucius had been rather active lately and that was only after he had befriended the new recruit. Thus, Wagner concluded that Jiang Fei was attending this gathering, not as a buyer, but as the seller. 
"That's a train of thought." 
"It's something all traders have. A trait, you might say." 
"Well then, since we are now standing before the bridge, shall we officially start discussing the ship?" Jiang Fei asked straightforwardly. There was no need to beat around the bush anymore. 
"Not a discussion for a settlement. I've stated my offer and if you still think it's inadequate, I can add on a few barrels of high-quality Vespane gas," Wagner said with a certain gravitas. He was making an offer that, in his opinion, no one could deny. He will have the ship!
"Fourth Brother, how much are you bidding for it?" a well-dressed gentleman came and asked. It was clear that his intention was not of wanting to compete with him, but merely of wanting to know the numbers. 
"This many," Wagner said as he raised three fingers. 
The gentleman's jaw dropped and he left, stupefied by the number that Wagner revealed. 
Jiang Fei's eyes followed the dejected gentleman and realized that the other attendees were quiet. All of them had been paying attention to Jiang Fei and Wagner and they had heard the revelation. Three billion was not a small number. That number was probably all they had, including their own family assets. It was clear that Wagner's true wealth was more than what he was putting on the table then. 
"Do we have an agreement?" Wagner nudged Jiang Fei's arm and asked. 
Jiang Fei turned back and looked into his eyes, saying, "I believe we do." 
No one else was even attempting to step forward and Jiang Fei wouldn't want to waste time waiting for the inevitable. 
"Here's to working with you," Wagner smiled as wide as he could as he raised his glass. 
"And to a brighter future!" Jiang Fei replied, clinking his glass with Wagner's. 
"Argh… If I knew that Fourth Brother was coming, I wouldn't have wasted my time in traveling so far!" 
"Cheer up. The ship is as good as his now. But the party is still not over!" 
"Drink! Eat! And PARTY!"
"Hold that thought!" Lucius bellowed before the music could go any louder. 
When everyone had turned toward him, he said, "The ship in the dock is not the only ship my boss is going to sell!" 
This is where Lucius shone best. As Jiang Fei's "underling", Lucius was asked to promote Jiang Fei's products. What better time than now when others had lost hope in procuring the first ship! That, and the fact that Lucius was promised a special ship by Jiang Fei!
When everyone else was cheering, Wagner arched an eyebrow. If the ship in the dock was not the only ship, it would not be that valuable. 
"Let me be clear," Jiang Fei interjected. 
"The ship in the dock is the largest one that I've found amongst others. There is no second ship that could come close to that size. There are other ships as large as only a few hundred kilometers. Tiny, when compared to Braveheart. Nevertheless, there are no two identical units. All ships that I have are unique and you can never find a second one in the entire universe!" Jiang Fei revealed when he noticed his primary client was starting to regret his decision. 


Average means nothing to our young protagonist! Why be normal when you have the chance to become a real life superman! Follow Jiang Fei as he discovers a mysterious ring that allowed him to play a Hyper Realistic Immersive MMORPG call Dawn Break! As the thin line between game and reality is gradually blurred, Jiang Fei finds himself having to deal with the troubles that follow him everywhere he goes. This is a story revolving around a real-life cheat code! From zero to hero, follow Jiang Fei as his fascinating adventures unfold!

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