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Time: 03: 40 pm, 	12-07-2016
The time just changed to 03: 40pm and the thunder is rumbling and I can hear the long stretched sound as if heaven is talking into my heart, which has become the first order of His first order, 2 other eyes (03: 42pm). They just brought the light and the thunder is still rumbling, while my system got booting and making some whistling kind of sound waiting for me to instruct it with F1s key to access the desktop domain. On the system, this is what was written "Phoenix ROM BIOS PLUS Version 1:10 AØ9 (time on my Nokia Phone: 3: 46PM) Copyright 1985-1988, Phoenix Technologies Ltd.
Copyright 1990-2004 Dell Computer Corporation 11 rights Reserved. (Time on my Nokia Phone: 03: 48pm)
Dell System Dimension 46ØØi series BIOS version AØ9
www.dell.com
Invalid Configuration Information-please run SETUP program
Diskette drive O seek failure
Performing automatic IDE Configuration
Primary Master: Disk Drive
Secondary Master: CD-ROM Device
Time-of-day not set-please run program
Strike the F1 key to continue, F2 to run the set utility (Time on my Nokia Asha 200 Phone: 03: 53pm)
OK! Press F1
I stroked F1, and I saw the logo of my system displayed
BUILDING A NEW SYSTEM FROM NIGERIA welcome (EYE: SYSTEM CODES)
What I saw on my desktop displayed screen of my system was, my picture used as screen saver. The picture reveals that I was singing, holding a microphone with my hand stretched facing the world and from behind me was a crystal clear four stars in the position of a cross resting facing me from behind, one directly on my left hand that was stretch forth and another brilliant star under my hand that was stretched and two other facing the one directly on my shoulder of the hand that was stretched, facing each other's diagonally, and I have shortcut file of one of my book titled "The Reality of the Forbidden Fruit" and beneath it was a folder with a name "scripture" (Time now on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 04:00); directly on the side of my stretched hand is another folder (thunder rumbling) titled "My books on worship and life", just right on a little bit down my shoulder is another shortcut file of my book titled "Understanding the purpose of marriage before entering". The location of my documents: directly on my stretched hand are four stars, but not as brilliant as the mentioned four, they have blur appearance and two are diagonally facing each other, mediating between them is one of my song titled "Holy Ghost party" with obvious code 01 and under it is a movie folder titled "The track list 2" and directly under the folder is the system time (not correctly set) was 12: 26 am with Local Area Network Connection icon in from of the time and a show icon and the date on the system reads February, 20, 2004, which is right in front of the time is the hide icon mediating between the time and the LAN icon, with a restore icon in front and also help icon that extends, horizontal is the start icon (Time on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 04: 11 pm). Looking up to the direction of my right hand from my view point, sequence of icons with 9 rows and 4 columns, but the fourth column have its icons (all my music and the folder of some of my other books) which starts from the 5th row.
So describing from the 5th row above, I have music, folder, divine programming folder, the reality of the forbidden fruit folder, the reality of His glory folder and my books on marriage folder, which the microphone I am holding mediates between this two folders "The reality of His glory and my books on marriage" a black microphone with a blue cross like knob that touches the folders as mentioned above. I am wearing a black suit, white shirt and a black tie with (sorry! My fiancée just interrupted with a call: time of call: not noted, time of call ended: 04: 26 pm) and I was telling her I will head Nokia and Techno, that I am designing a program codes to build a giant system (this may not be literal as I have stated to head Nokia and Techno). It is raining and thunder is rumbling when she called and I heard thunder rumbled from her end, but she said, she did not hear it, when I asked her if she did not hear it. I asked her if it was raining from her end, she said "no!" but it was really rainy here. (Time on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 04: 29m pm).
Continuing from where I stopped!
From the second row from the right to the left on my Dell Computer System, is the shortcut to one of my book "The Reality of the Forbidden Fruit" above it from beneath is, the shortcut to my book "Understanding the rhythm of our heartbeat" (thunder rumbling as if a mighty machine is walking underneath the earth, shook me on my bed (car horning! And my mind is racing and a little bit drifted after hearing the sound of the horn twice). I am suspecting it is my landlord and another person I cannot really identify. I am not really sure! (Time: 04: 34 pm).
Above the folder is Microsoft office folder, my new music folder (horn!) footstep tending toward opening the gate (thunder extensively rumbled as if it is travelling (horn!). Mozilla Firefox shortcut and a folder with a name Egah, from the top on the third role (time: 04: 04= [02222], where [22] 2 is [did] di = thunder code (thunder rumbling (time: 04: 42 pm)) is the Power Bible CD, beneath it is Airtel Broad band, DC-unlocker client, Airtel, Light Image Resizer, Videos, COWON Media Center-Jet, virtual DJ home, Pro show Gold, on the fourth row from beneath directly above the START button is my books, VLC media player, Adobe Reader X, Recycle Bin, My Network places, My Computer, My Document (04: 48 pm: The text on the screen my phone just scrolled from  "SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME 2, REALITY BEYOND SCIENCE AND PHILOSOPHY…." to "MAN'S SPIRIT AND MIND" now! (04: 50 pm) became the body of Satan (4: 51 pm) and I was supposed to make post on Facebook.
Why am I writing all these things?
To some people, this will be self-delusive, but to me, it is a perfect program aiding my communication to present deep realities beyond the confines of thought grasp. Now, if A = 1 and 1 = i(eye) and C has the numeric code 3 and he (devil) hiding as Da Vinci stole the heart of the eye of man and hid it in the highest peak of evil (pyramid) and that eye(i) = 1.
So A + C+ i+i (the two eyes stolen by Lucifer to generate Da Vinci code) = 1+3+1+1=5, where 5=E and E us defined as Eternal life. You can see where the code of infinity was gotten from, when you alternate 5 anticlockwise 90° or faced up, it becomes the infinite code. Who is that person that negates good/ the devil is the one who negates; so infinite is Da Vinci's code creator (Lucifer), which implies almost everything we studied in school is actually coded from Lucifer. AC current, so infinix phone is also one of the latest Lucifer's products to nail the mind of man. Have you ever thought of this? The more you hate porn, the more you see them, and most of this phones comes with customized porn that you cannot delete because they are locked up system files. 
Wake up! Wake up from your slumber to reality. I am glad I have the best phone on earth and I am using the most spiritual phone, right now on earth (smiles), until I now Head Nokia and techno (symbolic) companies to bring invent the latest technology that you don't see the devices, but what you will experience is the effect that will be brought about by divine's codes through Pa Vine's seed (Egah = HAGE5 network). NOKIA and TECHNO latest base will be in the trigger of the pistol of the global sphere of reality, where in the trigger have a pistol and that pistol is directly the inversion of the global pistol, but it will function as the operating system that is connected to the person of God (time on my Nokia Asha 200 phone: 05: 09057161925 (strong password) just changed to 05: 10 pm).
Break! (05: 10 pm)
Resume! (06: 00 pm): NEPA just seized the light!

Consciously or subconsciously, life is a force that drags us in, deep into dimensions. 
We are married from birth to our purpose in life in one way or the other even without knowing, but faith in God will bring us face to face with this reality.
 Even if we do whatever to run away from this reality, it will somehow find us and drag us into aligning to who we truly are beyond the knowledge impressed us by the mind rebranding system in the form of secular and religious education, and we now think, we are what they told us we are. 
This is the reason for misplacement of our true identity in God and that is why we often struggle for recognition instead of staying to whom God has created us to be. You are uniquely unique, independent, but dependent on your programmer, who is a higher force beyond the confines of your thought grasp.
Journey into the deep!
I grew up to know myself as an alien in this world of some certain happenings around my life, which gave me a course of concern. It seems as if I think differently and see things from a different dimension and I could not just understand why then, while I was growing as a child, but now I know and understand better.
This book is spirit breathed revealing a journey into great awareness, pointing to the realization of self beyond self-designed ideologies.
A lot of things that was happening in my life while I was advancing from the cradle that I could not just explain, because it was my days of ignorance, evolving into the more complex world that threw me into chaotic state of thoughts, not knowing exactly what to hinge on as reality. There were things that kept recurring and calling my attention deeper and these things were never letting me be. One of the notable experiences I had, that I will never forget, was the experience of recurring convulsion that almost ruined my life. 
God can never let you be when you have His Divine seal, you are not your own, you are His very own, the earlier you know this, the sweeter will life become for you, and the swifter things will answer to you and work in your favor even when it seems working against others. This is why He cannot leave, nor forsake you, because you are His project program #Reality reached from my personal experience#.

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"Nothing." Jing Xiaoran sighed slightly in his heart, but after all he didn't say anything, because he didn't know how to speak.

　　Do you tell her that the world is beautiful, and you must not commit suicide.

　　I'm afraid Ling Xi will treat him as a fool.

　　"Let's do it then." Ling Xi stood up. She only thought that the pitifulness in Jing Xiaoran's eyes was sympathy for her child, and didn't think much about it.

　　"I'm leaving, you can call me if I have anything to do. There is my number on the business card."

　　"Okay." Jing Xiaoran nodded. This matter can only happen slowly. The suicide incident that caused a sensation in the city in his previous life happened when he was in college, and it should still be a while.

　　"Sister Ling Xi, you can also write down my home phone number, you can call me if you have anything." Jing Xiaoran said.

　　Ling Xi stroked the tips of her forehead, and her delicate face showed a slight smile: "Is everything OK?"

　　Jing Xiaoran was taken aback.

　　"Haha, tease you, I'm leaving. Goodbye Xiaoxiao."

　　"Goodbye, sister~"

　　Ling Xi waved his hand to Xiaoxiao and left with his bag.

　　"This woman..." Jing Xiaoran looked at the back of leaving, thoughtful in her heart.

　　After pondering for a long while, withdrawing his thoughts, he took out the envelope given by Ling Xi, a little surprised: "Five thousand yuan, worthy of the opening of the beauty salon, the shot is really generous."

　　In this way, he has a lot of funds to open cram schools, and he doesn't have to worry about funds in a short period of time.

　　"Hey, Jin Jin, how's your progress going?" Jing Xiaoran called Jin Mian.

　　"Xiao Ran, I was just about to call you! It was beyond my expectation!" Jin Mian made an exaggerated voice over the phone.

　　"Huh? Didn't it go well?" Jing Xiaoran asked in confusion.

　　"That's not it." Jin Mian paused, "It's so smooth. I contacted a few students with better grades and asked them to help me promote it. I didn't expect anyone who signed up to be a tuition teacher these days. There is an endless stream."

　　"This is a good thing!" Jing Xiaoran said.

　　Jin Mian replied: "It is indeed a good thing, but there are too many people who have signed up. Rough statistics, more than 30 students have signed up. We definitely can't use so many people, so what method should be used to select? Is the college entrance examination result? However, some classmates have good grades but are introverted and may not be suitable as a teacher; some classmates have good personalities and can get along with their classmates, but cannot teach others the knowledge in a simple and understandable way. These were things we didn't expect at the time."

　　Jing Xiaoran recalled the strategies used by some cram schools in the previous life to deal with these problems: "You first count the list, and after the college entrance examination results come out, we will use the results to filter the first batch, and I have a solution for the rest."

　　Jin Mian didn't ask: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

　　"Well, that's it. After the college entrance examination results come out, I will contact you and go to school to find Teacher Liu." Jing Xiaoran said.

　　"I...may I not go?" Jin Miao's voice was a little weak, and it seemed that he was really afraid of Director Liu Gang.

　　"No!"

　　"..."

　　After Jing Xiaoran and Jin Mian finished talking, he went out, and he will continue to find suitable places for cram schools in the county.

　　On the weekend, there were more people on the street than usual, and the summer heat could not stop them from pursuing freedom.

　　Jing Xiaoran came to an old residential area and saw an advertisement for a rental shop on the first floor, so he took down the phone.

　　"It seems that you have to buy a mobile phone. It is too inefficient to work and it is inconvenient to contact Jin Mian." Jing Xiaoran prepared to buy a mobile phone. The kid Jin Mian secretly saved money to buy a mobile phone when he was in high school. Steamed buns and pickles for many days.

　　Jing Xiaoran took down a lot of phone calls along the way, all of which were information about shop rentals or house rentals.

　　Unknowingly, he came to a mobile phone mall in the county town, this area is full of merchants selling mobile phones.

　　"Go in and take a look."

　　Jing Xiaoran looked around and found that the main brands were Nokia, Samsung, Apple, HTC and Motorola, and even found an oppo store in a small corner.

　　"It seems that at this point in time, Huawei and Xiaomi have not yet developed, and they have not seen these two mobile phone sellers in the store."

　　Jing Xiaoran strolled for a long time, and finally walked into a Nokia store.

　　"Handsome guy, take a look at the new Nokia. Look at this Nokia N97. This is the first Nokia N series phone with a sliding cover and full keyboard touch..."

　　As soon as he walked in, the middle-aged uncle in the Nokia store started to introduce Jing Xiaoran to Jing Xiaoran.

　　"How much?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

　　"Not expensive, as long as 5888, I will also give you a pair of headphones and a mobile power bank."

　　"So affordable?" Jing Xiaoran laughed.

　　The middle-aged uncle showed his mouth full of yellow teeth: "Of course, this is a factory direct sale. You can ask someone else, I have the lowest price!"

　　"Really?" Jing Xiaoran turned around and left, "Then I'll go ask another family."

　　The middle-aged uncle was anxious when he saw it: "Hey, don't be handsome, you really want to buy it, I can make it cheaper."

　　"How much cheaper?" Jing Xiaoran stopped and looked at the phone in the glass cabinet.

　　"Well..." The middle-aged uncle stretched out three fingers and made a painful expression, "You want to buy, I'll give you 300 yuan cheaper!"

　　"Okay, I want it!" Jing Xiaoran said.

　　The middle-aged uncle smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll wrap it up for you."

　　"Hey, uncle, you are wrong." Jing Xiaoran quickly stopped him, and pointed to a mobile phone in the glass cabinet, "I want that one."

　　The middle-aged uncle looked suspiciously in the direction Jing Xiaoran was pointing, and then he looked awkwardly: "You...this is an elderly phone! I can only call and send text messages. I prepared it for some elderly people."

　　"Well, I know." Jing Xiaoran smiled.

　　"But not all of you young people like to listen to songs, browse Weibo, and play games. I think this N97 is very suitable for you. It does not freeze, and has a strong endurance..." The middle-aged uncle wanted to continue talking and was shot. Xiao Ran interrupted.

　　"No, uncle, I need this old man machine." Jing Xiaoran paused.

　　"Ah, this..." The middle-aged uncle reluctantly put back the Nokia N97 and took out the old man phone from the glass cabinet.

　　"Four hundred, no bargaining!"

　　Jing Xiaoran took the old man's phone and glanced at it: "Didn't you say it can be 300 cheaper?"

　　"I'm talking about the Nokia N97, but I didn't talk about this old phone." The middle-aged uncle smiled, but his smile was somewhat reluctant, and his enthusiasm for Jing Xiaoran was obviously reduced a lot.

　　"You sell one hundred and I want it." Jing Xiaoran fiddled with the old man's phone.

　　"Oh, you kid..." The middle-aged uncle felt that he was a rival, "That's not good, at least three hundred and five."

　　"One hundred and five?" Jing Xiaoran smiled.

　　"Three hundred and three!" the middle-aged uncle insisted.

　　"Then I'm leaving." Jing Xiaoran put down the old man machine in his hand,


 
Turn around and leave.

　　"Don't, brother, we can discuss the price." The middle-aged uncle stopped Jing Xiaoran.

　　"But I don't think you are selling sincerely!" Jing Xiaoran said, "I asked other stores, this old man phone is a gift for phone bills, you still dare to sell 400? I think the uncle looks good, Willing to talk to you for so long."

　　The middle-aged uncle smiled awkwardly: "Hey, then you make a price, do you think it will work?"

　　"One hundred for this phone, and then I will apply for a card here, a total of one hundred and five, what do you think?"

　　"Oh, you..." The middle-aged uncle gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, with a bleeding expression, "Okay, at a loss, I will be a friend of my little brother!"

　　Of course, Jing Xiaoran would not believe that he would make a loss-making business. These people who are in the society would accidentally attack them and said that he would definitely make a profit by selling this mobile phone for a hundred.

　　"Look at the younger brother's age." The middle-aged uncle wrapped his cell phone and handed it to Jing Xiaoran. "Go to high school?"

　　Jing Xiaoran handed over the money: "I just finished the college entrance examination, come out and stroll around."

　　"Oh." The middle-aged uncle took the money with a smile on his face, "My girl has just finished the college entrance examination, maybe she is still an alumnus, it seems that my little brother and I are really destined."

　　Jing Xiaoran raised his head and stared at the middle-aged uncle.

　　"What's the matter?" the uncle asked.

　　"You should find me fifty yuan, right?"

　　"Well, do you want a package for this calling card?"

　　"no, thank you."

　　"..."

　　Jing Xiaoran got the phone and was about to go out. After thinking about it, she turned around and asked, "Uncle, do you know there are rental houses or shops nearby?"

　　"Of course you know, you see that there are a lot of rental information posted at the door of my shop. I know exactly where there are rentals nearby." The middle-aged uncle laughed, "Would you like to have a set meal first?"

　　Jing Xiaoran looked up and was speechless.

　　"Then come for a package with more talk time!"

　　"okay."

　　"..."

　　Jing Xiaoran walked out of the Nokia store. From the middle-aged uncle, he learned a lot of information about housing rentals. Among them, he was very interested, itvs the experimental elementary school that has been relocated.

　　The county experimental primary school moved to a new campus. The old campus has been idle. I heard that the uncle said that the old campus will be converted into a youth activity center at the beginning of the year. From now to the beginning of next year, the old campus is rented out.

　　"It stands to reason that the elementary school classroom perfectly meets all the requirements of the cram school." Jing Xiaoran thought in his heart, "but running a cram school in the elementary school is a bit wrong."

　　Although the Education Bureau currently does not explicitly prohibit schools from opening cram schools during summer vacations, the society has always resisted this trend of private cram schools in public schools.

　　Jing Xiaoran came to the old campus of the County Experimental Primary School. There were almost no people in sight. Most of the classrooms in the teaching building were empty, with only a few classrooms with white bars on the door of the consultation room.

　　"If you really choose the old school district as the place for cram school, then we must disregard the relationship with the school and emphasize that we are a private cram school." Jing Xiaoran thought, "we need to communicate the details with Jin Jin."

　　Jing Xiaoran quickly found the person in charge of the old campus.

　　"Do you want to rent a classroom?" The person in charge was playing on the computer in the office and didn't look up when he saw Jing Xiaoran coming.

　　"Well, what is the specific price?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

　　"One room is eight hundred a month." The person in charge said casually.

　　This price is not expensive for a house of the same specification, but considering the location of the classroom and possible uses, it is actually quite expensive.

　　"Can it be cheaper?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

　　"School appointed." The person in charge chuckled, "If you want to talk, go to the school leader, but I don't know where the school leader is, you can find it yourself."

　　Jing Xiaoran knew why this place couldn't be rented out.




Jing Xiaoran, an emergency doctor, worked continuously for 48 hours, and then died suddenly...

Jing Xiaoran once loved this profession deeply. He was willing to go to the emergency department where no one wanted to go, and he was willing to accept difficult patients who no one wanted to accept.

But now, the reborn Jing Xiaoran shouted in his heart.

"I really don't want to be a doctor!"

It was a hidden room that was used before as storage room for tons and tons of illegal drugs. 

He went down the spiral staircase and immediately saw a frail looking boy. He ran towards the boy and after seeing his condition he hastily used his pocket knife and started to cut the hemp rope. 

The boy felt a sharp stinging pain as the knife cut through the rope. 

"Did Tian-Tian sent you?" 

He asked as he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. 

"Our little Tian-Tian? Yes." 

He replied. And carefully lifted the boy. And brought him out of the secret room. 

He carried the boy and carefully put him inside his jeep and drove to the nearest clinic. Probably due to exhaustion the boy passed out. 

After two hours, the boy regain his consciousness. His wounds are dressed and he's wearing a clean hospital gown. His whole body was almost covered with bandages. 

A nurse came in doing her rounds. He asked the nurse if he could borrow her cellphone so he could call his father. 

The nurse handed him her phone. It was a worn out pink nokia cellphone. He dialed to the main house and  it was their butler Lao Chan who quickly answered. 

"Lee residences." 

"Its me." 

Hearing little Ian's faint voice,  Lao Chan easily recognized him. His old voice was trembling.. 

"Young master, where are you? Are you hurt?" 

Little Ian asked the nurse their exact location, then hang up.

Minutes later, 10 men in black business suit, a doctor and two pretty nurses arrived at the small clinic. 

They placed little Ian on a wheelchair and put him in an ambulance. 

They paid the clinic a huge amount of money and handed a brand new Nokia phone to the nurse who lend her old phone to little Ian earlier. 

No one knew who the wounded little boy was. But after what happened, the rural D City suddenly flourished and developed. 

The old abandoned warehouse was demolished, and had became a restricted area. 

Tian-Tian had totally forgotten about her first "boyfriend". She was busy and preoccupied playing with her new found toy. Days passed by peacefully for her. 

Grandma Lin and Brother Andy didn't tell her what happened to the kid, because honestly, they really had no idea too. 

They have never brought up that incident ever again. 

After what happened, as if they had struck a pot of gold, her Brother Andy was promoted to being the deputy sheriff and also receive a new car. 

Tian-Tian was awarded with a full scholarship and educational plan without any condition for mainting scholarship.

⚠ ⚠ FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY ⚠ ⚠ 
***some scenes/chapters have mature content, language, gore, and violence that might not be suitable for general audiences. Readers discretion is adviced. ***

Meet Tia Kim, an aspiring and hard-working career woman who was well respected by her peers and was labeled as "goddess" by her colleagues due to her ethereal beauty and grace. But behind her meek facade,, she keeps a deep dark secret that can shatter her reputation in the blink of an eye. 

She can't imagine what will happen if people found out that she's not as pure and innocent as they thought she is. 

A chance encounter led her to personally meet the renowned bachelor CEO Ian Lee. But what would happened if her handsome, domineering boss found out about what she's hiding?


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Lần này Tống Á thật sự tức giận rồi, vừa bước lên chiếc Lincoln liền gọi điện thoại ngay cho Fergie. Trong ngành công nghiệp đĩa nhạc, nếu một công ty nào đó tự tin ra giá thấp hơn giá thanh lý hợp đồng để cướp ca sĩ từ công ty khác thì có khả năng cao là đã đạt được thỏa thuận riêng với ca sĩ rồi. Rất nhiều ca sĩ vì không chịu nổi sự chèn ép của công ty, hoặc đi để phát triển một nền tảng tốt hơn, thậm chí chỉ đơn giản là vì tiền, thường sẽ làm ra những trò đối kháng tiêu cực, xúi giục fan hâm mộ làm những chuyện gây rối linh tinh như vạch trần và bôi nhọ chủ cũ.
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"Em cũng muốn mua một chiếc máy bay riêng." Fergie ở đầu dây bên kia không hề che đậy.
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Lúc trước Virgin Records tốn gần bốn mươi triệu để có được Janet Jackson, sau đó không lâu Madonna được Warner Music trả cho sáu mươi triệu chính là nữ ca sĩ có giá thị trường cao nhất hiện nay, nhưng trong khoản chi này đã bao gồm chi phí Warner thu mua phòng thu âm riêng của Madonna. Nếu hiện tại Mariah Carey đang ở trạng thái không có hợp đồng thì số tiền ký hợp đồng mới chưa chắc đã đạt đến con số đó.
"Chẳng phải em vừa mới mua biệt thự ở Los Angeles sao?" Bạn gái cũ còn tiêu ác hơn bạn gái hiện tại, chí ít Mariah Carey sẽ không dùng cách thức này để kiếm tiền tiêu.
"Anh hãy thả tự do cho em được không?" Fergie tỏ vẻ đáng thương.
"Không thể, em hãy nghe cho kĩ, nếu em có ý định phối hợp với Capitol Records để gây chuyện thì anh sẽ đóng băng em ngay lập tức! Em hiểu rất rõ tính cách của anh mà."
Tống Á cảnh cáo một cách cực kỳ vô tình, "Thay anh chuyển lời với Pat Kingsley, nói bà ta đừng có mơ mộng hão huyền!"
"Tám triệu mà vẫn không thể thỏa mãn lòng tham của anh sao! APLUS? Em đã kiếm được cho anh không ít tiền còn gì!" Fergie thét lên chói tai, "Em đã từng cùng anh..."
"Trước tiên em hãy bình tĩnh lại đã! Nghĩ cho kĩ rồi hãy nói chuyện với anh!"
"Em hận anh!" Fergie ngắt điện thoại.
"Có chuyện gì vậy anh yêu?"
Mariah Carey thu lại lỗ tai đang dán vào mặt lưng điện thoại di động.
"Fergie, Capitol Records muốn lấy cô ta." Tống Á trả lời, "Làm gì có chuyện tốt lành như vậy chứ, công ty đĩa nhạc của anh khổ cực trầy mình mới có thể lăng xê cho một ca sĩ nổi tiếng, mùa giải thưởng năm nay đã giúp cô ta thu về cả đống giải thưởng nhỏ, giải thưởng âm nhạc hip hop Source tháng Tư sắp tới đây cũng có phần của cô ta, khó khăn lắm mới tranh thủ các mối quan hệ để giành được."
Hai ngày này, nhân dịp đang ở New York nên hắn hẹn hai ông chủ người gốc Do Thái đứng sau tạp chí The Source để trò chuyện, chính là vì muốn loại bỏ trước những nguy hiểm tiềm ẩn đối với hắn và Fergie ở buổi lễ trao giải thưởng âm nhạc hip hop Source.
"Anh cũng đừng nghiêm khắc với cô ta quá, những ca sĩ hơi nổi tiếng một chút nhận được những lời mời như vậy là chuyện rất bình thường."
Mariah Carey thật ra không muốn bỏ đá xuống giếng với bạn gái cũ của bạn trai mình, "Em có thể hiểu được." Cô nói, "Kể từ sau năm 1990, các công ty đĩa nhạc lớn khác năm nào cũng cử người đến liên hệ với em, cho dù không thể giành được em nhưng cũng có thể gây ra chút rắc rối cho Sony Columbia Records cũng tốt. Vì vậy anh không cần phải phản ứng quá lên như vậy."
"Capitol Records và Virgin Records là hai công ty đĩa nhạc lớn dưới trướng EMI Bắc Mỹ, chính thất bại khi cạnh tranh nội bộ với bọn họ nên Daniel mới chẳng là cái thá gì khi ngồi trên ghế Tổng Giám đốc của EMI Bắc Mỹ, giữa bọn họ có khúc mắc rất lớn."
Tống Á giải thích, "Capitol Records này chắc là muốn đả kích liên minh giữa anh và Daniel, thái độ của bà Pat Kingsley đó cũng rất đáng ghét. Hollywood là sân nhà của bà ta, nhưng trong ngành công nghiệp đĩa nhạc thì bà ta chẳng có tiếng nói gì cả."
"Fergie sẽ ngu ngốc đến mức hợp tác với bọn họ sao?" Mariah Carey hỏi.
"Không biết, Fergie rất thông minh, nhưng người quản lý của cô ta rõ ràng là muốn đưa cô ta đi, anh sợ cô ta không vượt qua được sự cám dỗ." Tống Á trả lời.
"Hy vọng cô ta đừng ngu xuẩn, hay để em khuyên cô ta giúp anh nhé?" Mariah Carey đề nghị.
Hửm? Hơi là lạ thì phải, Tống Á quay đầu nhìn chằm chằm cô, trông cũng không giống đang tính toán mưu mô chuyện gì đó, "Em... Em không để bụng sao? Fergie là bạn gái cũ của anh."
"Nhưng cô ta cũng là máy in tiền của anh mà!"
Mariah Carey đắc ý trả lời, "Nếu máy in tiền mà đình công thì anh làm sao giúp em mua mua mua..."
"Rốt cuộc em cũng hiểu chuyện rồi ha..." Hai người bật cười trêu đùa lẫn nhau.
Sau khi trải qua một đêm bên nhau ở Tribeca, hai ngôi sao ca nhạc lớn lưu luyến tách ra. Cô sẽ đến Tokyo xa xôi để bắt đầu chuyễn lưu diễn quảng bá album tại châu Á, còn Tống Á quay về Chicago, tham gia vào đoàn phim "Step Up" để quay ngoại cảnh.
Đầu tháng Ba, nhiệt độ tại Chicago vẫn còn dưới 0 độ, Tống Á quay xong cảnh cùng hai anh em Adam Sandler, nhóc mập chơi bóng chày tại một bãi đất hoang mang tính biểu tượng của Nam Chicago, rồi vội vã xoa tay quay lại chiếc RV lớn đang đậu cách đó không xa
"Lạnh quá… trong xe vẫn ấm hơn."
Trong lúc quay ngoại cảnh, chiếc xe này được đoàn phim thuê để làm phòng trang điểm và phòng nghỉ ngơi chuyên dụng của hắn, "Đây là gì?" Hắn cởi áo khoác thể thao đã được làm cho cũ ra, nhìn thấy một chiếc điện thoại di động mới tinh trên bàn trang điểm.
"Nokia đưa tới đấy, là di động mới." Linda trả lời trong lúc bận rộn, "Tên thiết bị là 2110i, hiện tại chỉ có thể sử dụng ở một vài khu vực đô thị tại các thành phố lớn trên toàn nước Mỹ mà thôi, có thể nhận và gửi tin nhắn."
"Tin nhắn?"
Tống Á chiếc "cục gạch" màu đen lên quan sát cẩn thận, màn hình LCD đen trắng khá lớn, nhỏ hơn chiếc Motorola mà mình dùng đã quen, nhưng lại chẳng chiếm ưu thế về giá. Dây ăng ten lộ ra ngoài, thậm chí hơi thô hơn một tí, kiểu dáng công nghiệp chắc chắn vừa tay này của Bắc Âu sắp trở thành cơn sốt. Phím quay số điện thoại ngoại trừ chữ số ra còn sắp xếp ngay ngắn hai mươi sáu chữ cái tiếng Anh như abc, def, từ 2 đến 0, mỗi một phím số có ba chữ như vậy.
"SMS, bọn họ gọi như vậy, tôi cũng không hiểu lắm, có cần gọi người của bọn họ đến hướng dẫn cho cậu không?" Linda hỏi, "Nhưng phải đợi một chút, nhân viên của Nokia đang ở chỗ của Amy để hướng dẫn cô ấy."
"Không cần."
Nokia là do hắn tự mình bảo Amblin Entertainment chủ động liên hệ. Bọn họ vừa mới tiến vào thị trường Mỹ và họ được biết là có một nữ chính trong một bộ phim ca nhạc thần tượng thanh xuân có ý định sử dụng chiếc điện thoại mới của họ để diễn trong phim nên liền cử người đến đây để đàm phán, nhưng lũ người keo kiệt bủn xỉn của Bắc Âu chỉ đồng ý tài trợ ba trăm nghìn cộng với mấy chục chiếc điện thoại di động mẫu mới nhất.
Bởi vì những đối thủ cạnh tranh khác không mặn mà lắm nên cơ hội này mới được dành cho bọn họ.
Hết cách rồi, trong bộ phim này chỉ có một mình nữ chính được cầm điện thoại di động, cũng chỉ có một cảnh trong cả bộ phim dùng đến.
"Chiếc di động này bao nhiêu tiền?" Tống Á hỏi.
"Một nghìn đô chẵn." Linda trả lời.
"Uhm, Motorola sắp ăn quả đắng rồi..."
Tống Á nhớ chiếc di động Motorola của mình tốn hết hơn ba nghìn đô, bấm vào phím chức năng bên dưới chữ Menu bên góc phải màn hình một cách thuần thục, tìm thấy danh bạ những người cần liên lạc đã được Linda cài đặt sẵn, chọn tên của O'Grady rồi gọi điện thoại, "Là tôi, APLUS, bán toàn bộ cổ phiếu của Motorola trong tài khoản của tôi đi."
"Nhưng hiện tại tình hình của Motorola rất tốt mà, chiếc laptop PowerBook mới của công ty đó được trang bị bộ xử lý của Apple đã có mặt trên thị trường, tình hình tiêu thụ tốt lắm, chẳng phải từ năm ngoái cậu đã bắt đầu mong đợi rồi sao?"
O'Grady hơi bất ngờ, "Cổ phiếu của công ty đó và Apple đều đang tăng, Apple đã tăng lên 1.35 đô rồi, vừa khéo vượt qua tiền vốn của cậu, mọi chuyện đều đang phát triển tốt..."
"Haizz... Vẫn cứ bán đi, chẳng phải Nokia cũng vừa mới niêm yết ở sàn giao dịch New York ư? Dùng khoản tiền đó đổi lấy một ít cổ phiếu Mỹ của công ty đó." Sau khi cân nhắc thêm thì Tống Á vẫn kiên trì tin tưởng vào "trực giác" của mình, dù sao Thiên Khải đã từng nhắc đến sản phẩm di động của Nokia, hơn nữa hắn có một cảm giác quen thuộc khó hiểu với bàn phím của mẫu 2110i này, hắn biết điều đó nghĩa là gì.
"Ha ha, tôi biết rồi, căn cứ vào phán đoán của cậu với thị trường viễn thông đúng không? Khá lắm, số cổ phiếu Nokia thuộc về cậu tại sàn giao dịch Helsinki gần đây gia tăng rất tốt. Đợi một chút, tôi đang giúp cậu bán ra Motorola, mua vào Nokia." O'Grady bắt đầu chuẩn bị giao dịch, "Cần mua nhiều một chút không?"
"Không cần."
Trên thị trường cổ phiếu, Tống Á đã vắt kiệt hơn tám mươi triệu tiền vốn rồi, ngoại trừ hai triệu cổ phiếu của công ty công ty hóa chất Dow vẫn chưa được bỏ lệnh cấm thì hiện tại số cổ phiếu khoa học công nghệ trong tay như Microsoft, Cisco tăng một mạch đến mức khiến người ta bắt đầu sợ hãi trong lòng. Apple, EA thì đang luẩn quẩn quanh ranh giới tiền vốn, nhưng nhìn chung vẫn thắng được một mớ. Hắn vô tình tăng thêm đầu tư, chỉ có thể xem tình hình rồi nhấc tay mà thôi.
Cuộc gọi vừa ngắt thì điện thoại kêu lên hai tiếng "Bíp bíp… Bíp bíp", trên màn hình hiện lên biểu tượng bức thư.
Tống Á mở ra, người gửi tin nhắn là Amy, nội dung chỉ có một dãy số dài là "11111111."
Hai tay giữ chặt điện thoại, còn hai ngón tay cái bấm lia lịa trên bàn phím, bấm một hàng chữ dài, số 1 là khoảng cách, "Em đang làm gì?" rồi gửi lại.
"Bíp bíp… Bíp bíp..." Một hồi lâu, bên Amy mới nhận được tin nhắn này.
"Cắt!"
Lão Larry lập tức kêu ngừng, "Tiếng gì vậy!?" Ông ta nổi giận, "Ai!? Tổ ghi âm à?"
"Ờ..."
Amy mặc một chiếc áo khoác hàng hiệu, đang dạo bước trước máy quay cùng Taraji đáng thương giơ tay lên, "Xin lỗi, là di động của tôi."
"Nó chỉ là đạo cụ! Vừa rồi chẳng phải đã quay cảnh đặc tả rồi sao? Còn mở ra làm gì!? Tắt máy đi! Quay lại! Cho dù là ai thì cũng không được mở điện thoại tại trường quay! Thời tiết quỷ quái này của Chicago, đừng lãng phí thời gian của tất cả mọi người trong đoàn phim nữa! Cô vẫn chưa nổi tiếng đâu!"
Lão Larry chửi như tát nước vào mặt.


Một chàng trai người Trung Quốc trong lúc mơ hồ không rõ nguyên nhân đã xuyên không vào thân thể của cậu bé Alexandre Tống, một cậu trai mười lăm tuổi, mồ côi, sống nhờ nhà dì tại Chicago.
Hoàn cảnh của thân thể mà Tống Á xuyên không cực kỳ bi thảm. Đầu tiên chính là nghèo đói, gia đình của dì hắn chủ yếu sống nhờ vào món tiền trợ cấp vốn dĩ vô cùng ít ỏi.
Câu chuyện về những kẻ khi xuyên không không cần lo về vấn đề tài chính lại không hề xảy ra với hắn. Hiện tại, trong túi quần của hắn chỉ có ba đồng hai lăm xu, chỉ dám dùng để chuẩn bị cho tình huống khẩn cấp thì lấy ra gọi điện thoại công cộng.
Nơi gia đình hắn ở là phía Nam thành phố Chicago, mảnh đất của sự nghèo khó, súng ống, thuốc phiện, bang phái, báo thù chém giết lẫn nhau.
Tống Á cứ tưởng rằng hắn sẽ lớn lên trong những ngày tháng thiếu thốn đầy nguy hiểm như thế. Nhưng rồi đến một ngày hắn bỗng nhận được “thiên khải”. 
Bằng sự không ngoan, hắn đã sử dụng “thiên khải” để giúp mình trở nên nổi tiếng, đưa cả gia đình ra khỏi khu vực miền Nam Chicago và vươn lên, chiếm lĩnh toàn bộ thị trường âm nhạc nước Mỹ.


"Renly, are you listening?" The Renly in front of him was bathed in the brilliant orange sunlight that came outside the window, a little dazed, so Andy had to temporarily stop his speech and ask out loud instead.

Renly lowered his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth in a light smile, "Yes, I'm listening. You said not to get your hopes up tonight, to go to a party in a relaxed mood and then enjoy the evening." Renly turned his head to look at Andy with confusion on his face.

Andy nodded in the affirmative, "What are you looking at? So lost in thought?"

"The sun. The sunsets in Los Angeles have a special orange color, which is very different from New York." The afternoon sun was lazily burning in the sky, and the bright and warm orange color tinted the whole day sky with a wonderful color, while at this moment, the night of New York already encroached upon the city, so he was imagining the navy blue night slowly descending.

Three hours of time difference, so that the East and West coasts of these two cities presented a very different look, which was the reason why every nationally broadcast awards ceremony held at a particular time.

Generally speaking, to the East Coast the red carpet shall begin at 8:00 pm, or even earlier, and so four hours after the awards ceremony, it would already be past 12:00 midnight, which was the reason why every year the Oscars would be denounced for being too long; then, in the West Coast, it would be just around 5:00 pm that the awards ceremony kick off, and so after the event, all the stars of the night would just be beginning to celebrate, so the festivity would be in full swing through to the morning.

Tonight, the 62nd Emmy Awards kicked off at the Nokia Theatre in Los Angeles, and to that, Renly and Andy arrived in the City of Angels by plane the day before, to attend the first awards ceremony of Renly's acting career.

"Don't you think it's amazing? While New York is starting to enjoy dinner, here in Los Angeles the show is just starting." The smile on Renly's lips was gently sketched, "I'm already worried now, what if I get hungry halfway through the awards show?" As a rule, award shows usually end around nine o'clock L.A. time, and for most people dinner is already over.

Andy couldn't help but smile. Sometimes Renly acted mature and experienced; but sometimes Renly was like a fledgling rookie, maintaining a vigorous curiosity and vitality at all times. Just when Andy thought he knew Renly a little better, a new something would appear to catch him off guard.

"In a moment, after entering the venue, you will see a buffet table in the background, although it's just some desserts, bread, salad and other things, but as long as you feel unwell, you can choose some meals to pad your stomach." Andy kindly explained, "The most correct choice is to pick a piece of dark chocolate before you enter the stage, you can always replenish a little energy without getting drained."

"Aha." Renly gently tucked his jaw to show that he understood, "I thought everyone was filling themselves up with whiskey or brandy." So much for the aristocratic banquet.

Andy thought it was a joke and laughed out loud. The sun set softly on Renly's shoulders, his features in the halo of light were too blurry to see clearly. You could only vaguely outline a chin and shoulders, a shirt and a decent suit with a little retro touch. Although he knew little about suits and fashion, but he had to admit that this suit was as if tailored only for Renly. Andy couldn't help but think back about the last week's visit to Melvin Blades.

Compared to Melvin, who fled to the second floor to hide, Renly had maintained the gentlemanly etiquette until the last moment, fabulously maintaining that irony. Although Melvin could no longer be seen, but the face of the blonde who sent the guest away was filled with undisguised embarrassment and panic. Andy could easily portray Melvin's look of shame, which really made him laugh.

That day, instead of looking for a second stylist, they returned to Fifth Avenue and purchased a suit at the flagship store of Burberry, with Renly completing the selection himself.

"You know a lot about suits?" Andy inquired curiously.

Renly smiled and said, "Just basic information." This was the truth, handmade custom suits were made by professional tailors, he was only responsible for wearing it, far from understanding or being professional about it.

Andy thought it was a very interesting thing. Normally, Renly dressed in a casual way, even with some street style attached; but after replacing the suit, Renly's whole temperament and demeanor had changed, as if this was the real Renly as everything was so natural.

It's clear that there's more to be found in Renly. Perhaps tonight was a good platform for the rookie's first time on the Emmy Awards. In such a grand ceremony, it would be the first time to really bask in the limelight, the first time to become the focus of the reporter's camera. This time and the one at "The Pacific" premiere were worlds apart at how they were carried, so Andy wondered how Renly's performance would be.

Andy couldn't help but look forward to it.

Just a few blocks away from the Staples Center, Andy knew that the Nokia Theater shouldn't be faraway, "Do not be too nervous.", He opened his mouth to explain to him, "It's only the first half of the red carpet, there won't be any big names arriving, and the TV show crew is very large tonight, the focus won't gather on one person for too long, so just relax as much as possible."

Because of the huge number of TV show industry staff, the Emmys were the largest of the four major award shows in terms of attendance, which was why they chose the Nokia Theatre to host the ceremony as It could hold 6,500 people and had twice the seating capacity of the Kodak Theatre.

In addition, the supporting cast of the TV series was huge, and there were many actors who could be named, and even more who couldn't. So, the entire red carpet would become very crowded.

"Is there something about the timing of the arrival on the red carpet?" Renly was curious. The last time at "The Pacific" premiere, he didn't have an agent, so he just picked a random time to attend; but now it seemed that the red carpet time wasn't so simple. Did they have to pick the time to appear today?

Andy laughed lightly and seemed to be entertained by the question, "Of course there are rules. The real big names will basically be present in the middle of the second half a little later, because then the audience viewing numbers will reach a peak. Other times are kinda trash. Moreover, there are too many big names at such award ceremonies, and no one wants to dilute and share their limelight, so the agents will be informed of each other, and the organizers will communicate to spread out the appearances as much as possible. "

Renly thought about it and raised a conjecture,, "So is it possible that someone would deliberately arrange to make an appearance at the same time, just to step on someone's head? "

Andy smiled, but did not affirm, but also did not deny. Instead, he pointed directly to front, "we are here. "

Turning his head, he could see a glass facade of the building, the exterior style didn't seem to have too many features, while being generous and carrying the continuation of the Nordic minimalism with clean lines. If one drove by, almost no one would pay special attention to the lake blue "Nokia" sign highlighted above the building.

At this time, the entrance of the theater was bright with yellow lights and orange sunset. It was so bright, in fact, that the boiling sea of ​​people was shrouded in a shadow that was slowly expanding. One couldn't see the end of the crowd, but also couldn't tell the number of people. Even if counted in thousands, it wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

The square in front of the entrance had been completely stuffed with the tide of people raging on the road all the way to the top. At this time, the main street had also been blocked, the bustling crowd constantly cheered in the direction of blinding lights, shouting and screaming. The summer heat was awakened again, even the air began to boil.

The outside roar penetrated the car window glass and hit the eardrum heavily. So the blood pulse began to slowly accelerate, every beat of the heart was so powerful, and the rush of adrenaline made the throat dry up a bit.

Renly had to adjust his breathing. This time was obviously very different. If the previous "The Pacific" premiere he was more like ignorant and bewildered, with a kind of Alice in Wonderland curiosity and inquiry; then this time he could really feel the fever of vanity fair. The tension couldn't be controlled at all, as if the blood had turned into gasoline, just needing a little spark to ignite his whole body.

It was only at this moment that a sense of authenticity hit Renly's chest: this was the Emmy Awards, and he was about to attend the Emmy Awards in the capacity of a nominee to boot it. This idea was suddenly magnified countless times, and the sense of reality that had never even once emerged from the time Fisher Morgan told the news until the very now, finally assaulted him sharply and ferociously.

Tonight, he was about to share the stage with the likes of Al Pacino, Jeff Bridges and Ian McKellen.

This was really a surprise, wasn't it?

The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but gently rise up as he straightened his back. He was now ready to step into this hot spotlight.

"Renly, if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask Rose Byrne, who is also an actress under me. She will be at the awards tonight." Andy gave a final explanation loudly in Renly's ear, and then patted Renly's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up, "Man, go conquer Hollywood!"

The smile blossomed at the corners of Renly's mouth, and without any hesitation, he pushed open the car door and directly stepped out.

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!

Chapter 435: Nokia's Princess, and Speculations.
Chestnut-colored hair cut shortly, almond shaped eyes, and a mouth formed into a smile overflowing with confidence. It's more accurate to describe her features as beautiful instead of cute.

The girl, who named herself Nokia Kingdom's Second Princess, Pafia Rada Nokia, stared straight at me without any signs of hesitation. It's the kind of gaze that feels evaluating. She's by no means looking down on me so it doesn't make me feel repulsed, but it's still not a good feeling to be looked at this way.

"We've heard what you have to say, Your Highness Princess Pafia. However, this matter is not one which can be decided by His Majesty the Sovereign alone. He will have to obtain the agreement of us nine fiancées first."

Leen, who was standing by to my side, opened her mouth with a smile. Her choice of words is a bit different from usual; I wonder if this is her diplomatic mode.

"Excuse my ignorance, but you are? Judging by your words, I presume you are one of His Majesty's fiancées?"

"Oh, pardon me for not introducing myself. I am the former chief of the fairy tribe, leader of Brunhild's court magicians, as well as His Majesty the Sovereign's fiancée; my name is Leen."

Leen pinched her skirt in an elegant motion and greeted the princess with a curtsy. Leader of our court magicians, eh, I mean, she's the only court magician we have so, she's not incorrect.

"Leen-sama. As I've asked earlier, could you please consider adding myself to the lowest seat of the fiancées? It will definitely not be a loss for your country."

"Well… Even if you say it won't be a loss for us, His Majesty the Sovereign is not marrying us with the goal of obtaining profit for his country, so… I'm not sure how to respond."

"Then on what standard does he decide on his partners? Literary arts, martial skills, beauty, peerage, I'm confident I won't fall behind in any of these categories."

"That is, well. You definitely sound very confident. However, I've heard that Nokia Kingdom does not communicate with other countries very much. The world is bigger than Your Highness may believe, you know?"

Eh, what is this conversation. I can see sparks flying around between Leen and Princess Pafia since a while ago, is that just me?

"… As it's a sudden request, we cannot give our answer immediately as well. We'd like some time to deliberate… Is that fine with you, Ambassador Yanches?"

Kousaka-san called out to the ambassador, whose watery eyes were darting back and forth between Leen and Princess Pafia all the while. Seeing the line thrown at him, Ambassador Yanches immediately began nodding his head at a furious pace.

"O, o, of course! Please take your time and think about it! We'll be waiting for a positive response!"

"Head maid, please guide the ambassador and the princess' group to a guest room."

"Yes. Please, this way."

Our head maid, Lapis-san—who was standing by at the side—walked up to the three of them and urged them away.

When they turned and walked away as directed by Lapis-san, Princess Pafia turned and looked this way for a split second; I sensed a form of determination from her gaze.

When the three of them left, I heaved a large sigh. Ahh, this is tiring.

"What do you know, it turned out to be a request for a political marriage…"

"I suppose it is quite surprising, yes."

While stroking his beard, Kousaka-san muttered. Well yeah. The countries that we've had relations with thus far would never ask for something like that.

"Instead of Brunhild, this looks more like it's something aimed at me personally…"

"Well, think about it. A gold-ranked adventurer and the hero who saved the world. Commanding several hundreds of giant soldiers, and mediating between various different countries… No normal person would refuse the chance to obtain that strength for themselves."

Just like what Kousaka-san said, it's pretty normal to think that this is a marriage aimed at making use of my powers. Something like if we become tied by family bonds, then they can make me lend them my strength, I guess.

"That's why it's weird, if you think about it like that. Isn't Nokia Kingdom basically completely isolated as a country? They only have the bare minimum amount of interaction with Demon Kingdom Xenoas, and they've not shown up to the World Conference several times already even though we invited them to. Why's a country like that, which stayed completely quiet even during the fight against the variants, suddenly coming out and wishing for a political marriage with another country like this? And with us, Brunhild, at that."

Leen spoke in a monologuing fashion as she folder her arms. Huh, she's more calm than I expected.

"Do they think we did not foresee something like this happening? We've always thought that a honey trap like this might come our way one day."

"A honey trap, you say… I don't remember ever walking into one."

"It could be later on, you know. When you go to sleep, make sure you lock your door properly to prevent them from trying to pull a night visit, okay. They might use a transfer-type magic or artifact, so prepare some interference barriers too. If you actually laid your hands on the princess, then it would be very tough for us to refuse, after all."

Wait, what kind of development is that!? Why do you sound like it's guaranteed for me to be assaulted and lose!?

"No no no. I won't be laying my hands on her, and if she does come to my room, I can just restrain her, right."

"In this case, the truth can be anything for all we care. All you need is for her to be found in Darling's room in the middle of the night, and the world will immediately start to believe there's a relationship between you two. Of course, that includes that ambassador. That'll be the last straw. Since it's common knowledge that you can use transfer magic, the people will just think you're the one who called the princess to your room no matter what."

"Scary!?"

That's just crazy. Something as stupid as that won't happen… I think, right?

"Well, even if they tried to do us in like that, we can turn it back upon them by framing them as the aggressor instead, though. All you need is a knife in her hands, and she'd turn into a splendid assassin aiming for His Majesty the Sovereign's life."

"Scary!?"

"Because there are risks like that, I don't think the chances of her actually carrying out a night visit are high. I'm just asking you to keep an eye out just in case. The possibility of them using a charm-type artifact and actually trying to assault you isn't zero, after all."

Eh, I'm already technically a divine so things like that won't work on me, but still, that just makes me uneasy…

I guess for the moment, it would be safe for me to put a [Prison] on the inside of my room. You won't be able to enter unless you're wielding a sacred treasure or something like that, so even if they did try something, there would be nothing they can do.

"On a side note, what did Darling think about that girl?"

"Nn… I can't deny that she is a beauty. But honestly, I wasn't really moved. Those eyes of hers weren't really looking at me; a large part of it was directed towards my power or position, things like that. There's no way she came and asked to be married to me out of a sense of affection. I'd definitely not want to sell myself out like a tool."

I don't think that was all that girl was, but in any case, she didn't leave me with a good impression. At least, I definitely did not fall for her.

In the cases of Luu and Hilda, I could feel the affection they had for me. That wasn't a sense of longing they directed towards my position or titles, it was to myself as a person. Different from Pafia.

Also, how should I say this… Before talking about love or affection, I get the feeling she's already burdened with some heavy emotions, like a responsibility or a mission she had to shoulder. I don't think she's a bad person, overall.

"I felt the same. That girl has already failed to fulfill the minimum condition required to join us, 'to feel dearly about Mochizuki Touya'. She's already out at that point. Sorry to say it, but I won't acknowledge her."

Leen said that and took out her smartphone, before beginning to tap on her screen rapidly with her fingers. What's she doing?

"We have our own meeting to do, after all."

By meeting, you mean that? That "Bridal Conference" thing you did during the time Pam came from the Great Sea of Trees?

It's that one which rejected Pam who wanted to have children with me, yeah. Leen wasn't around at that time yet, though.

Leaving Leen, who's still sending out messages, aside, I waved Tsubaki-san closer.

"For now, we need information. Can you investigate Nokia Kingdom for me for a bit?"

"Yes. I'll send a few people there immediately."

After answering thus, she disappeared on the spot.

The knight order's intelligence corps, led by Tsubaki-san, have been lent various artifacts, including transfer-types. With those tools, it probably won't take more than 2 days for agents to go to Nokia and come back.

No matter how impenetrable the geography of that area is, it won't be a challenge to our knights who have been trained by Moroha nee-san and Takeru ojii. They'll definitely come back with useful information.

Well, rather than bringing information back, all they need to do is place a call, though.

It's easy to just refuse the proposal, but there's something bothering me there. I should ask around a bit myself too.

"Sorry, but I don't know too. We really only have little interaction with Nokia ourselves. Even if something like a coup d'état happened there, we won't know about it unless they come and tell us themselves. It's a bit bad-sounding, but we've had no reason to be interested in Nokia all this time, after all."

"Is that so…"

I tried calling His Majesty the Demon King of Xenoas, but the reply he gave me was about what I expected.

Although they're neighboring Nokia, their borders only touch at a small section, and both of them are countries with few diplomatic relations. It's natural for the both of them to pay no attention to each other.

"A while ago, when we sent the invitation for the Two-World Conference to them, they replied with something along the lines of 'there's a bit of a situation in our country and we're busy dealing with that, so we'll pass this time', but…"

"Could a coup d'état really have happened?"

"That would definitely not be a bit of a situation for them… But, it's true that after Yulong perished, many Yulong citizens moved to the smaller countries bordering it. Nokia's geographical conditions are harsh like us, and the people of Nokia hate Yulong, so there shouldn't have been many who went to Nokia; but it's definitely not zero. It's not unthinkable for those people to cause some troubles there."

Uun… It's sad that I can't really deny that.

Yulong's population has the general trait of exaggerating things. They would count thousands as millions, and argue that the millions are actually billions. There's even a common saying that if a person from Yulong tells you a number, expect it to be 10 times more than the actual one.

If those kinds of people moved into Nokia, whose residents know next to nothing about the outside world, and started spreading baseless rumors, it wouldn't be weird for some degree of panic to break out in the country… I think?

"There have been some who came into Xenoas too, hasn't there?"

"Yeah, we had weird rumors flying about in our territories for a while, but they died down quickly. Most of the time, when they heard that the information came from a Yulong person, us demon races would refuse to believe a word of it."

They've sure got no credibility. Well, I would think the same way, honestly.

The eastern continent's east… Excluding Eashen, literally every issue that had happened in the countries there, Xenoas, Hanock, Ferzen, Horn, Lestia, etc., have had some connections with Yulong. There is no way they would still have any credibility left after that.

However, Nokia had the background of being a country founded by people who escaped from Yulong's tyranny. They should hate Yulong from the bottom of their guts. It's hard to imagine such a country getting swayed by baseless rumors spread by Yulong refugees.

Well, with the information we have right now, it's hard to come to any conclusion.

After our talk about Nokia finished, I casually gave some answers to His Majesty the Demon King, who kept incessantly asking about every little detail regarding his daughter Sakura's life here, before ending the call.

It's not like Sakura is ignoring his calls, but apparently the conversations are completely one- sided and blunt.

"Ahh, Farnese. Are you—"

"Fine."

"And Fiana—"

"Mom is fine."

"Next time, how about—"

"Busy. No way. See you."

And it ends there. Sakura is as merciless to the Demon King as usual… Although the fact that she even bothered to pick up the call can be said to be an improvement.

Sakura is working in a temporary staff-like position at the school in which Fiana-san serves as principal. Putting it simply, she's teaching the kids things like songs and playing instruments. One of our knights, the dark elf Spica, is also with her as an escort.

Right. Normally, around this time, Sakura would be at the school together with Spica-san.

However, today isn't the same. As for why, it's because everyone should be gathered for their "conference" right about now.

"Well, this feels like the time with Pam, so I guess the talk will progress in the direction of refusing…"

That girl (Pafia), without a doubt, holds no romantic feelings towards me. I can say that with conviction.

Why, you ask?

It's because the Love God, who would jump out with a cutesy smile on her face at the first opportunity if that girl actually had something like that, isn't showing herself at all.

Could she have gone to the "Bridal Conference" … Saying she want to be a facilitator or something. It'll make things more complicated so I wish she'd not do that.

As I was thinking about things like that, a call came in from Leen.

"Yes, hello?"

"Ah, Darling? For now, we've decided that tomorrow, we'll meet Princess Pafia with all of us. Since nobody besides myself have directly spoken with her, we don't really have a concrete basis upon which we can make a decision. So we decided we'll meet her first, then proceed from there."

"I feel like you girls are around 90% set already, though."

"Still, we mustn't be rude to her, and should at least meet and talk with her properly once. She's still the princess of a country who came here herself, so."

Well, that's true. As an response, flat out rejecting would indeed be a bit inappropriate. If we're not concerned about that, we would've just told her right there during the audience.

"In any case, don't contact that girl until tomorrow, okay, Darling? Since it might lead to a lot of problems. It would be best for someone to be with you tonight… Fufu, want to come to one of our rooms?"

"No that is well."

While having my heart skip a beat because of Leen's sudden teasing voice, I somehow managed to reply.

It's true that if I stay in the room of one of the fiancées tonight, whatever honey trap tactics they may try would end up meaningless, though.

"Well, it's not like I have no ways of dealing with that on my own, though."

I ended my call with Leen, and selected a new number from my address book.

"Oops, that's pon."

I picked up the iiman His Majesty the Regulus Emperor threw. Alright, just a bit more until I get chinroutou.

"Still, of all the things, to think you would invite us out for Mahjong… Well, I was free so it helped me, to be honest."

His Majesty the Mismede Beast King picked up a tile from the central pile, and threw it. The people surrounding the desk is myself, the Regulus emperor, the Mismede Beast King, and the Refreese emperor. His Majesty the King of Belfast declined because he still has to take care of Prince Yamato. I wonder if he still cries in the night.

"Hey, accompanying me once in a while isn't bad, right. I actually can't go back home for tonight, so."

"What? Did you get Lushia and the others angry or something?"

"That won't do, you know. In marriage, the beginning is the most important. If you don't come out strongly in the beginning, you'll be forced to always live while cautiously gauging the other's feelings."

I'm not married yet, sir. That reminds me, I'm pretty sure I heard before that the Refreese emperor can't raise his head to Queen Zelda in their private lives. Aah, so that was from personal experience.

Since I can't make His Majesty the Regulus Emperor, who is also Luu's father, worry about it, I explained the events that transpired concisely.

"To think Nokia would do something like that. Quite unexpected."

"Just coming suddenly like that when they normally don't even associate with others that much; there's definitely something else going on here."

"Hey, it's not that weird a thing for countries to strengthen their ties with each other through a marriage between their royalties, you know…"

Ah, that reminds me, Refreese's Prince Ridis and Mismede's Princess Tia recently got engaged, right? So I guess the emperor and the Beast King are going to be relatives too.

The fact that beastmen were discriminated against is already fast becoming a thing of the past. It's especially significant in the Refreese Imperium, and apparently cases of discrimination would happen only very rarely in the country these days. I wonder if it's because that place is full of cheery people.

"Does Touya-dono have no intentions of accepting her? At this point, what's the difference between 9 people and 10 people?"

"Please no. That aside, I don't have any such intentions at the moment. Something like a forced marriage would only bring misfortune to both sides."

"That might not always be the case, you know? Getting to know your partner after you married each other can also be good."

Is it like that? I can't really picture what the Mismede Beast King told me, but I guess things like this varies for each person.

"First, I'll need to figure out what the other side is thinking… Oh, and that's pon."

I picked up the iipin the Refreese emperor threw.

"Mu, a chinroutou?"

I guess it's exposed now. I'll have no choice but to take from the central pile now. I threw away a sanpin that I didn't need from my hand.

"Otto, always pay attention to what you're throwing… Ron. Suuankou tanki." (Note: the first half of this is a saying in Mahjong, apparently. I couldn't understand what it means, and I couldn't understand what the explanation of it says it means either, so this is the best thing I could come up with.)

"Geh!?"

"Uoh, His Majesty the Emperor is absolutely merciless!"

"Whew, that was dangerous. I had a sanpin too. That saved me."

Kuh… As expected, it's hard to read someone when they're trying to wait for a tanki. Whatever, it's fine; the night's still young.

I feel sorry for the escort knights standing behind their respective monarchs, but I'll have you guys accompany me all the way until morning. I've already casted a [Prison] on my own room, and with this many witnesses here for my alibi, there's no way anything would happen.

After paying my scoring sticks to His Majesty the Emperor, I switched my feelings around for the next game.

Tomorrow, the fiancée group would meet with Princess Pafia. Everything else would come afterwards.

While sorting out the tiles that were distributed to us, I took a deep breath.

Fifteen-year-old Touya Mochizuki is accidentally killed by God. As an apology, God allows him to be resurrected, but since he cannot send him back to his old world, he instead reincarnates him into a fantasy world along with a single special request.

Moments later, your digivice let loose an alert noise, telling you, that you'd received a text.
Checking it, you saw it was Nokia telling you that she had arrived at the entrance to Kowloon Level 2.
You made your way there, and there she was, and around her were an Agumon and Gabumon looking around curiously
"Yo." you greeted her as you
"Hey, hey, hey!" Nokia bounced up and down on her toes excitedly as she saw you and waved. It did interesting things to her breasts.
"An Agumon and a Gabumon huh?" you noted aloud, giving both digimon who stopped to stare at you in interest, "Good picks, you raise them right and you'll be able to jogress them into an Omegamon."
"Nani, nani?" she repeated in confusion, "What's jogress? What's an Omegamon? That sounds like super fabulously cool!" her mouth practically exploded the words out that was how fast she talked.
"Oooooh I've heard of jogress!" Agumon bounced up and down on its feet.
"Me to! Me to!" Gabumon piped up, copying its motions.
"Oh oh!" Nokia whirled on her digimon and planted her fists on her hips, "What is it then cuties?"
Agumon blinked and stopped, "Ah..I forgot."
"Mmm." Gabumon nodded in agreement.
Nokia sighed, "You guys forgot a long of things don't ya?"
"Jogress is when you fuse two compatible digimon into one much stronger digimon," you piped up.
"Cool!" Nokia gushed, whirling around to face you again, and sending her chest jiggling, this girl really needed better support for her tits, "So how do I do that?"
"You need to digivolve them both to their mega level, Wargreymon for Agumon and Metal Garurumon for Gabumon." you explained.
"Nani?" Nokia blinked and tilted her head in confusion, "What;s a mega level?"
...You're fucking kidding right?
"Nokia, what do you know about digimon?" you asked, getting to the point.
The lovely genki girl redhead grinned and thrust a hand out making the peace sign, "They're super duper cute!" she responded happily.
You groaned. This was going to be harder, than you thought.
"The digital world, from what I've been able to get out of my own digimon, is like a dog eat dog world, only the strong survive, they kill each other, to take the power of the ones deleted and get stronger so they can survive."
After explaining to Nokia, the general basics of digimon, like type advantages between Data, Vaccine and Virus, and digimons level, you began to lead her to where you know the rookie digimon are all holed up.
"B-b-b-but that's horrible!" Nokai shouted.
"It is," you nodded, "But a lot of digimon that end up here are feral, and their only instinct is to kill anything that gets in their way and get stronger."
"B-but!" Nokia struggled to find something to say.
You flashed her a sympathetic smile, she was a kind girl despite her excitable attitude, "It's not a nice thing to do, but it's better," you gently explained, "You help protect the digimon that actually are intelligent and only escape here to live, you stop them from hurting people, you put them out of their misery and your digimon get stronger from it themselves."
"...mmmm.." Nokia whined lowly, her head hanging low.
"...Nokia.." Agumon muttered worriedly.
"..He's right you know," Gabumon added lowly and gently, "Digimon aren't all good either."
You sighed, eyeing the girl. How to help her get over this?
"It's not all fun and games Nokia, sorry to say." you gently explained to the redhead genki girl.
"Look at it this way," you decided on a moment later, "Even with their data being loaded, it will eventually one day return to the cycle and be reborn like all digimon are, and right now, you can use their strength to help put an end to everyone using the digimon as tools."
She exploded.
Well, not literally but near enough.
"Right!" Nokia suddenly shouted, perking right up and pumping her hand into a fist, fire in her eyes, "I'll do it! I'll use my maximum sexy cute bod to the limit, we'll get super strong and then stop everything! Once we're strong enough we'll even stop all this crazy stuff from happenin' in the digital world too!"
"Nokia! You're so cool!" Agumon gushed.
"Go Nokia!" Gabumon cheered.
Wut?
This girl. She bounced back fucking fast. And the hell, what did her sexy ass body have to do with getting stronger and working harder?
"Well, you better be ready then," you said after a quick look down at your digivice.
A moment later you led her into the area all the rookies were congregated in and her face went white as the first thing you both saw as you entered was a Goblimon clubbing a downed Gaomon over the head and reducing it to data.
Only for a Gomamon to pounce on it from behind and start clawing into its back with its long sharp black claws.
__________
"Agumon X-digivolve to.....Greymon X!"
"Gabumon X-digivolve to...Garurumon X!"
Nokia's two digimon made quick work of the rookies fighting it out after you relayed some instructions and advice to Nokia. For instance, the tried and true method of stealth attacking. And once they absorbed the data, they both promptly digivolved.
Ah, they were so cute now! They reminded you of your boys before they got all buff and ultimate!
"Agumon! Gabumon! You got so big!" Nokia cheered, excitedly running over she threw her arms around Garurumon, her head only barely coming up to his shoulder and nuzzling her face against his furry one, "And so super duper cute!"
Nokia's taste really is similar to your own. You knew there was a reason you liked this girl besides her bodacious body.
"..Nokia..." Greymon X started slowly, somehow his voice was still rather high pitched, not much different from his voice as an Agumon, despite the fact that he was easily ten times his previous height, "..With this, we should be able to help you more now!"
"Right!" Garurumon X barked and licked Nokia across the face, drawing a loud yelp from the girl, "We won't embarrass Nokia again by being too weak!"
Nokia wiped her face dry of the giant wolf diigmon's saliva and you saw her lips tremble, "..Agumon...Gabumon..."
"..Ah, we're Greymon X and Garurumon X now Nokia." Garurumon X interrupted her emotional state.
You scratched the back of your head and laughed lightly as you eyed them. Nokia losing the emotional state and huffing angrily at them ruining the moment, then proceeding to lightly karate chop Garurumon X on the head, only to yelp from hitting his no doubt steel density tier fur. You knew that from experience.
...These three were a right clown act.
Still, now that Nokia had these two, she should be fine and dandy and as long as she keeps the advice you'd imparted on her in mind, she should be able to grow stronger quickly.
And you could go take care of that ultimate skulking around. You looked down at your digivice and pulled up the radar function, pursing your lips when you noted the ultimate's dot having left its previous area, and coming your and Nokia's way. 
Honestly, with a pair of X-antibody champions, she could probably take a generic ultimate without too much trouble. But you'd rather take care of it yourself and get some more data for your pals.
Maybe take a trip to Kowloon Level 3 after your done. Your girlfriend got you such an amazing gift earlier, it would be a shame not to repay her right?

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