Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head.

Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee.

In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood?

It's comics and web novels!

Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

As Alex turned towards the huge enraged man, he could see a prompt.
[2 minutes]
'Ah shit. Only 2 minutes? I'll need to be quick to defeat this guy. If not, I'll just be dead meat.'
Alex said as he ran head on towards the man. He could guess that his current strength was similar to the man's. But this main reason to attack now was as this might be his only chance at defeating him.
Alex had a plan.
He rushed to the man's head one; the man did the same.
*BOOM!*
The two punched, hitting each other's fists.
Both were blown back by the force, but Alex managed to get up as soon as he fell.
"ARG!!!!!!" The man screamed in pain. It seemed like they fell on his back, which caused the dagger to sink in deeper into his back, hurting him even more.
Alex knew that this was the perfect moment, one quick attack to the man's jaw and he would be unconscious.
"Let's end this here!" Alex roared as he once again ran straight towards the man.
The controlled man couldn't move, his legs were shaking, blood drenched his body. He could do nothing but await his fate.
*Bang!*
A swift kick to the jaw.
It was clean and precise, the enhances speed and strength by the Might was just amazing.
'Is he unconscious?' Alex said as he watched the man's body slide across the ground by the force of his kick.
Alex quickly hurried to the body. He needed to take his dagger as well as check if the man was unconscious or not.
[Player out of combat]
'After hearing these words, Alex felt relieved. He knew that this meant the man was unable to fight him anymore.'
Alex walked to the man's body, a small dagger had penetrated the man's back very deep. It was close to the spinal cord, which meant that some important arteries and veins were cut. If the man didn't get help soon, he would die from bleeding.
'It looks like I can't take my knife out, it's the only thing preventing him from bleeding even more.' Alex said as he looked at the dagger. But as soon as Alex saw blood, another thought came into his mind.
'Wait, the girl!' Alex quickly ran towards the girl and checked her pulse.
*BOOM!* but before he could, the doors behind him flew by sheer force. Someone had forcefully opened it.
"Alex! Are you okay?" A familiar voice entered Alex's
[EXP gained]
Alex ignore the prompt of him gaining expansion, looked towards the source of the sound. As soon as the doors opened, a woman ran inside, a gun in her hands.
"I'm fine. This person seemed to be under some influence or mind control. At first he sounded human but then he started to say things like, 'I'll kill you human!' or 'Foolish human'… He didn't speak like he was a human himself. But it doesn't matter, you can question him yourself. I didn't kill him, I just hurt him. A lot." Alex answered to Hana. He then looked towards the girl and said, "Save this girl first! Her pulse felt so weak, and she has lost a lot of blood…"
Hana shook her head, "You might have already guessed, but this was a test, just gone completely wrong… We don't know what happened so you will be questioned. I can't do anything about that. I will do the questioning myself so you don't need to be worried about harsh treatment. For now, just follow me." Hana looked towards Alex with a serious expression.
Alex nodded, but then looked towards the man, more specifically the dagger in his back. "My weapon is lodged into the man's back. I didn't remove it as it could cause more damage and might have been the fatal blow and killed him. Will I get it back?" Alex had no other weapon, plus the skill he acquired from the reapers required him to have their Dagger. He didn't want to lose it.
Hana looked towards Alex with a hint of surprise, "I'm surprised that you defeated Rhino. If you have that much power, that means you could be useful to us. So we will give you your weapon back, don't worry. But it might be examined before. I don't know. My mind is just currently filled with many, many questions. All of them are about you, Alex. This situation is very confusing." Hana said as she waited for Alex.
"Now, hurry up. The soldiers will clean up the place and keep Rhino locked up. He will then be interrogated, but you don't need to know all the details."
Hana looked outside and said in a louder voice, " It's clear. Rhino has been dealt with, no casualties. Suspicion of Reapers being involved in this. I will take Alex_01 for questioning on what happened."
Alex looked outside and was surprised to see a lot of military outside, standing ready. Hana seemed to have a lot of influence over them.
"MAAM! I disagree." Another familiar voice yelled.
"Captain, I know you well enough by now. But do remember that I am your superior as well as the head of investigation. I have all the rights to call the shots here. Last time you did the same by trying to refute my words on taking this one to the facility myself. I ignored it. But this time, I will remember your actions. Speaking of remembering things, Do you remember my powers after I awakened? Or is your refutal for another reason?" Hana replied in a stern and angry tone. She seemed to dislike how the man spoke to her.
"Uh. No ma'am! I apologise for doubting Maam's powers. This will not happen again." The man quickly apologised by bowing down. Alex was just surprised to see his actions. He was even more surprised by Hana's words. 'What is her power? I don't even know yet… To be someone who is in charge of investigations… she must some special powers…' Alex said to himself as he looked towards the woman's back.
"Go and do your jobs. Call in more medics as well. Rhino is hurt." Hana said in an annoyed tone as she walked outside. Alex quietly followed behind.
As Alex followed, he could see that the facility was under some kind of lockdown. The windows were covered, blocked by iron curtains. Letting no light enter or escape. There were helicopters in the air. Military personnel with weapons had their aim on Alex the entire time he followed Hana.
'It seems like they still don't trust me. The only reason they didn't use force on me must be because I'm with Hana.' Alex took a deep breath of relief. He couldn't imagine how the military would have taken him if Hana wasn't there, especially after he saw how the captain was still glaring at him.
'What did I do to him anyway?' Alex questioned by the captain disliked him so much. It seemed dumb that he would just glare at him like Alex was some type of criminal.
"Don't worry about him. That damn captain is only acting like that because of the past. He can't seem to let go of what happened. It's partially my fault that your getting glared at like that, but It's okay. If you were able to take down Rhino, you will be important to us. I will explain more than we travel to the questioning faculty. But once we enter there, you will be the one that will do the explaining, not me so be completely truthful, I have my ways to know lies." Hana opened the door of the car and smiled towards Alex.
It was the first time Alex saw Hana smile that way. He could help but replay the memory of her smiling in his mind. 'How can a woman be this beautiful?'
"Are you going to enter the car or just continue staring at me?" Hana said as he pointed to a seat.
Alex laughed awkwardly and quickly entered the car.
Hana just shook her head and entered the car after Alex, "Men will always be like that."
Alex just smiled and waited.
"Okay, I guess you already had a hunch that it was a test, right?" Hana asked.
"Uh, I did guess that it was a test. Everything seemed too conveniently placed. How could people not think that it was a test?" Alex said as he remembered the situation. It was all too perfect: Dark lights, a heavily injured person and a big bad guy.
Hana nodded, "It was indeed a test, a cliche one, but cliches are used for a reason. They work."
Alex agreed with Hana, cliches work.
"But if it was a test, then why do you need to question me on what happened. Weren't you all watching on video? It would be dumb to make the test but not have anyway to watch the test while it goes on, right?" Alex asked Hana.
"You are correct. We did have cameras hidden all over the room, but all of them were jammed. As soon as we found out, we tried to open the doors to find out what happened, but everything was locked. We could have come to save you as soon as we realised something was off, but it seems like you didn't need it."
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It's about learning a new habit: Writing. Every. Day.
I've long been inspired by an idea I first learned about in The Artist's Way called morning pages. Morning pages are three pages of writing done every day, typically encouraged to be in "long hand", typically done in the morning, that can be about anything and everything that comes into your head. It's about getting it all out of your head, and is not supposed to be edited or censored in any way. The idea is that if you can get in the habit of writing three pages a day, that it will help clear your mind and get the ideas flowing for the rest of the day. Unlike many of the other exercises in that book, I found that this one actually worked and was really really useful.
I've used the exercise as a great way to think out loud without having to worry about half-formed ideas, random tangents, private stuff, and all the other things in our heads that we often filter out before ever voicing them or writing about them. It's a daily brain dump. Over time, I've found that it's also very helpful as a tool to get thoughts going that have become stuck, or to help get to the bottom of a rotten mood.
750 Words is the online, future-ified, fun-ified translation of this exercise. Here's how it works:
★ All online and private
In the past, looking for a spare notebook was probably easier than looking for a computer. Not anymore. I don't know if my hands even work anymore with pen and paper for any task that takes longer than signing a check or credit card receipt.
★ It's not blogging or status updating
I've tried writing my 750 words a day on Livejournal, Wordpress, PBWorks, Tumblr, and all of these other sites designed around putting content online. It hasn't worked for me. I fear that I might accidentally forget to mark daily pages as private. And it's just weird having my private brain dumps out on various sites that are designed to be more social. I don't need to title my entries, or tag them, or enable comments, or any of that other stuff. This is writing, and it's online, but it's not blogging, or Twittering, or Facebook status updating. This is between you and you.
★ 3 Pages = 750 words
I looked this up. 250 words per page is considered to be the standard accepted number of words per page. So, three standard pages are about 750 words. Of course if 750words.com hadn't been available, I would've totally found a way to prove that 249 words per page was the accepted standard. It really just comes down to the fact that this amount of writing feels about right. You can't just fart out 3 pages without running into your subconscious a little bit... 750 words takes a bit of effort, and it never fails to get me typing thin
750 Words
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Hello, welcome to a little thing called 750 Words
Join 503,465 other writers by signing up now →
★ What is this site about?
It's about learning a new habit: Writing. Every. Day.
I've long been inspired by an idea I first learned about in The Artist's Way called morning pages. Morning pages are three pages of writing done every day, typically encouraged to be in "long hand", typically done in the morning, that can be about anything and everything that comes into your head. It's about getting it all out of your head, and is not supposed to be edited or censored in any way. The idea is that if you can get in the habit of writing three pages a day, that it will help clear your mind and get the ideas flowing for the rest of the day. Unlike many of the other exercises in that book, I found that this one actually worked and was really really useful.
I've used the exercise as a great way to think out loud without having to worry about half-formed ideas, random tangents, private stuff, and all the other things in our heads that we often filter out before ever voicing them or writing about them. It's a daily brain dump. Over time, I've found that it's also very helpful as a tool to get thoughts going that have become stuck, or to help get to the bottom of a rotten mood.
750 Words is the online, future-ified, fun-ified translation of this exercise. Here's how it works:
★ All online and private
In the past, looking for a spare notebook was probably easier than looking for a computer. Not anymore. I don't know if my hands even work anymore with pen and paper for any task that takes longer than signing a check or credit card receipt.
★ It's not blogging or status updating
I've tried writing my 750 words a day on Livejournal, Wordpress, PBWorks, Tumblr, and all of these other sites designed around putting content online. It hasn't worked for me. I fear that I might accidentally forget to mark daily pages as private. And it's just weird having my private brain dumps out on various sites that are designed to be more social. I don't need to title my entries, or tag them, or enable comments, or any of that other stuff. This is writing, and it's online, but it's not blogging, or Twittering, or Facebook status updating. This is between you and you.
★ 3 Pages = 750 words
I looked this up. 250 words per page is considered to be the standard accepted number of words per page. So, three standard pages are about 750 words. Of course if 750words.com hadn't been available, I would've totally found a way to prove that 249 words per page was the accepted standard. It really just comes down to the fact that this amount of writing feels about right. You can't just fart out 3 pages without running into your subconscious a little bit... 750 words takes a bit of effort, and it never fails to get me typing things that I have wanted to articulate without realizing it. And that's the point.
Because 750 words is nothing to sneeze at, it's also nice to have an easy way to know how many words you have to go. This site of course tracks your word count at all times and lets you know when you've passed the blessed 750 mark. And it gives you a nice big screen to write on, automatically scrolls as you write (like a typewriter), and automatically saves your writing as you go.
★ It's fun
Every month you get a clean slate. If you write anything at all, you get 1 point. If you write 750 words or more, you get 2 points. If you write two, three or more days in a row, you get even more points. It's fun to try to stay on streaks and the points are a way to play around with that. You can also see how others are doing points-wise if you're at all competitive that way. How I see it, points can motivate early on, and eventually the joy of writing will kick in and you'll be writing without any external motivation at all.

Every month you get a clean slate. If you write anything at all, you get 1 point. If you write 750 words or more, you get 2 points. If you write two, three or more days in a row, you get even more points. It's fun to try to stay on streaks and the points are a way to play around with that. You can also see how others are doing points-wise if you're at all competitive that way. How I see it, points can motivate early on, and eventually the joy of writing will kick in and you'll be writing without any external motivation at all.
750 Words
Log in
Hello, welcome to a little thing called 750 Words
Join 503,465 other writers by signing up now →
★ What is this site about?
It's about learning a new habit: Writing. Every. Day.
I've long been inspired by an idea I first learned about in The Artist's Way called morning pages. Morning pages are three pages of writing done every day, typically encouraged to be in "long hand", typically done in the morning, that can be about anything and everything that comes into your head. It's about getting it all out of your head, and is not supposed to be edited or censored in any way. The idea is that if you can get in the habit of writing three pages a day, that it will help clear your mind and get the ideas flowing for the rest of the day. Unlike many of the other exercises in that book, I found that this one actually worked and was really really useful.
I've used the exercise as a great way to think out loud without having to worry about half-formed ideas, random tangents, private stuff, and all the other things in our heads that we often filter out before ever voicing them or writing about them. It's a daily brain dump. Over time, I've found that it's also very helpful as a tool to get thoughts going that have become stuck, or to help get to the bottom of a rotten mood.
750 Words is the online, future-ified, fun-ified translation of this exercise. Here's how it works:
★ All online and private
In the past, looking for a spare notebook was probably easier than looking for a computer. Not anymore. I don't know if my hands even work anymore with pen and paper for any task that takes longer than signing a check or credit card receipt.
★ It's not blogging or status updating
I've tried writing my 750 words a day on Livejournal, Wordpress, PBWorks, Tumblr, and all of these other sites designed around putting content online. It hasn't worked for me. I fear that I might accidentally forget to mark daily pages as private. And it's just weird having my private brain dumps out on various sites that are designed to be more social. I don't need to title my entries, or tag them, or enable comments, or any of that other stuff. This is writing, and it's online, but it's not blogging, or Twittering, or Facebook status updating. This is between you and you.
★ 3 Pages = 750 words
I looked this up. 250 words per page is considered to be the standard accepted number of words per page. So, three standard pages are about 750 words. Of course if 750words.com hadn't been available, I would've totally found a way to prove that 249 words per page was the accepted standard. It really just comes down to the fact that this amount of writing feels about right. You can't just fart out 3 pages without running into your subconscious a little bit... 750 words takes a bit of effort, and it never fails to get me typing things that I have wanted to articulate without realizing it. And that's the point.
Because 750 words is nothing to sneeze at, it's also nice to have an easy way to know how many words you have to go. This site of course tracks your word count at all times and lets you know when you've passed the blessed 750 mark. And it gives you a nice big screen to write on, automatically scrolls as you write (like a typewriter), and automatically saves your writing as you go.
★ It's fun
Every month you get a clean slate. If you write anything at all, you get 1 point. If you write 750 words or more, you get 2 points. If you write two, three or more days in a row, you get even more points. It's fun to try to stay on streaks and the points are a way to play around with that. You can also see how others are doing points-wise if you're at all competitive that way. How I see it, points can motivate early on, and eventually the joy of writing will kick in and you'll be writing without any external motivation at all.

Alex, a 20-year-old guy was a born loser.
In a world filled with superheroes, he had to live a horrible life. But this all changed when he was approached for an opportunity, something too good to deny.
A simple and easy scouting mission. After it was done, they would give him a huge reward. But the mission wasn't what Alex expected, it was a blur and the next thing he knew, there was a voice in his head, [Does player Alex want to continue?]





LINK FOR MY DISCORD : https://discord.gg/mNfHWC2


The Wang Haige Forum had a literature section, which was divided into two subsections: discussions on paper books and online publications. Zhang Zian didn't usually visit these two sections. But today he was lying in the reclining chair, browsing the forum on his phone. 
As he clicked the online publication discussion area, a post attracted his attention.　　
[Seven Kill]: I'm a new author. Questions for you: how many more "favorites" should I gain per chapter to be considered acceptable?
There were all kinds of answers below the post. Some of them were joking, some were serious.　
[Old City]: It depends on the website. I'm writing a fantasy on Qidian. I got 20 more favorites on the first day the book was cleared for publication, then 11 on the second day, and 20 more favorites each day after Day 3. So far I wrote 28,000 words, and had 140 favorites. 
[Academy]: Impressive! Let us know the book name!
[Fan Wujiu]: I think you are here to show off.
[Tian Haoyu]: You get favorites with so few words? Is this a scam? Why did I only get 40 favorites after writing 50,000 words?
Zhang Zian was more confused after reading this. Was this the difference between the big names and small names? But some are not doing so well. Pi just wrote 2000 words, so it should get at least 40 favorites by 50,000 words, shouldn't it? At least, it would not be the worst.　　
Some statistic nerds talked about the fundamentals below the post.　　
[Akmond]: Qidian is the biggest website of the business, and it's a hard for newbies to get ahead. Today is my day off, and I have nothing else to do. So let me spend time to tell you how hard it is to be a writer at Qidian. I just checked the Qidian Library. Only counting new books under 300,000 words, there are 18,000 of them that were updated in 3 days! Only 2000 of them had a signed contract. The odds of getting a contract is 1/9. 
[Seven Kill]: This hard? This makes my newbie heart as cold as ice...
[Akmond]: Hard? No, this is only the beginning. After signing a contract, Qidian starts promoting your book to let more people read it. But is signing a contract enough? Not at all. After that, your book will be on the promotion list along with other new books. There are about 5-6 rounds of promotion for new books, and in each round, only 4 books out of 10 will qualify for the next promotion. Only 0.4% of all books can defeat the others and make it to the Power Ranking list. 2000 times 0.004 equals 8, which means, among the 18,000 books, only 8 of them can rise above all and be released on the shelf. While the remaining 99.99% of books are left in the ocean of books without readers.  
[Youth of Wind]: As a newbie who has not published yet, I'm so discouraged!
[Akmond]: Hehe, paid lease is only the beginning. You must have 3000 readers willing to pay for your book, then your book can enter the Power Ranking. Do you know the percentage of that? Only 3 or 4 books among the 8 can enter the Power Ranking! 
[Akmond]: Now let's sum up. If you just published a book, here is your future: if you aim at getting a contract, then your chance is 1/9; if your goal is the Power Ranking, your chance is 1/2250; if you want your novel to be tagged as Recommended and be remembered forever by Qidian, then your odds are 1/5000. When you write at Qidian, you have 1/5000 chance to be the numerator, and 4999/5000 chance to be the denominator! A general builds his success on ten thousand bleaching bones. This is an appropriate description! 
Some people expressed their doubt below the post.　　
[Smile]: Are there that many? 18,000 people entering the online writing business at the same time?
[Akmond]: Of course, you'll be surprised. According to official statistics, there are 1.4 billion people, and there are 60 million online writing! 60 million! Crowds and crowds of people are entering the online writing business. You have a better chance to succeed by being an extra in Binhai Studio, being picked by a director passing and make you the next Wang Baoqiang... You may get injured by being an extra on set. Online writing is much easier, and all you need to do is be literate and able to type. But 99.99% of people end up being the denominator. 
Despite this [Akmond] was telling the brutal truth, the crowd of people who replied to the post were shocked at the statistics and cried out in despair. [Akmond] also gained a "Pro" title for his knowledge in the online writing industry. He quickly added that he was also one of the denominators, except that he failed enough times to know how to fail with swagger...　　
Zhang Zian wanted to correct him. It was not 18,000 people, but 17,999 people plus 1 monkey. But he didn't do it, as he was not in the mood to ridicule.　　
He remembered the days of bringing Famous to Binhai Studio for movies. Each day he saw many people wearing green military coats gather at the entrance of the studio and surround every production team that entered and exited, being picked and chosen like truckloads of cheap cabbage. Those chosen by production teams were happy to make a daily salary of 50 Yuan, while those who weren't picked were disappointed, and left 

like an ebbing tide, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the next production team to arrive.　　
Back then he was thinking that it was so hard to be an extra on the set. They persevered with their movie star dreams, hoping to be the next Wang Baoqiang. But compared to them, [Akmond] seemed right, that online writers also walked the same difficult path of fierce competition, fighting hard to be the few numerators. 　 
There was a lot going on with the online writing section of Wang Haige Forum. There were a lot of posts, and it seemed that there were posts and replies every minute. Apart from the posts that discussed online writing as the one above, some posts were comments on certain novels, either good or bad. There was something strange going on: if someone posted negative comments, then the following posts were all of similar negative comments with very few exceptions. But if the post was positive, then there would be replies questioning if the author of the post was part of the paid Internet Water Army, or disguising him/herself as an ordinary reader to recommend his/her own work. 
Internet Water Army was a phrase that Zhang Zian once heard from Zhao Qi. Each time Zhao Qi visited the pet shop to buy imported cat food, she asked for a discount for doing him a favor, claiming that if she didn't help him fight the water army hired by Stars supermarket in Wang Haige Forum, his pet shop would have been out of business. He had always doubted this matter. Were there really internet water armies lurking in the Forum?　　
But these had nothing to do with him for now, nor with Pi. He decided to get Pi started with a small goal, which was getting a contract with the website and becoming the 1/9. Others could be done after. According to the posts, if they got a contract, the website would promote their work, and make the novel visible to more readers.　 
But how could they get a contract?　　



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

October 26th…
Zhongdian Chinese Network…
Ma Yiqun had just finished watching the interview that Tengda did with the official platform. There was a satisfied smile on his face. 
Since Boss Pei had many outstanding employees, Ma Yiqun was not given a chance to be interviewed. He was not featured in the video either. 
However, many people in the interview were Ma Yiqun's friends and close colleagues. Thus, watching the interview made him feel comforted and pleased. 
How good! Everyone's dreams have come true.
Ma Yiqun closed the official platform and opened another web browser to access Zhongdian Chinese Network's backend platform. 
The figures showed that Ma Yiqun's new novel had achieved over two thousand subscriptions! 
This was not much compared to Infinite Chinese Network's standards; after all, one's novel would only be considered top-tier if it reached more than three thousand subscriptions. 
However, for Ma Yiqun and Zhongdian Chinese Network's standards, this was not bad! 
Ma Yiqun knew very well that Zhongdian Chinese Network still had far fewer readers compared to Infinite Chinese Network at the moment. 
A book might easily reach over three thousand subscriptions in Infinite Chinese Network, but would probably only get over one thousand at Zhongdian Chinese Network. 
Zhongdian Chinese Network had already gained many new readers after Repent and be Saved was released, and Tengda linked all the accounts on various platforms together. However, one could not expect a website for online literature to become popular overnight. Instead, they had to slowly allow the number of readers to build up. 
Ma Yiqun had received a sum of money from Boss Pei mainly to top-up the remuneration for authors of books like that. Since top-quality books could only reach a thousand-odd subscriptions at Zhongdian Chinese Network, Ma Yiqun could use this sum of money to increase the authors' remuneration. 
Based on these calculations, the fact that Ma Yiqun's novel got over two thousand subscriptions on Zhongdian Chinese Network meant that it would probably get over six thousand subscriptions on Infinite Chinese Network. That was quite a good figure! 
Ma Yiqun did not top-up his own remuneration because he did not really mind the remuneration. 
Comparatively, getting readers' recognition was much more important to him! 
After failing multiple times when he wrote for Infinite Chinese Network, Ma Yiqun began to doubt his own skills. He had only begun writing again as a hobby and did not even give his own book recommendation spots. 
Yet, it came as a pleasant surprise that so many people had subscribed to his novel! 
Boss Pei had called in the morning, requesting for Ma Yiqun to bring all the staff of Zhongdian Chinese Network and TPDb out for a meal in order to reward them for their hard work. 
Boss Pei sounded very determined. It did not seem like there was room for Ma Yiqun to turn him down. 
Thus, Ma Yiqun made a reservation at Swan Lake Restaurant. He was prepared to bring his subordinates out for a feast. 
Of course, it would have been best if they could go to the nameless restaurant, but it was fully-booked. 
Buzz… buzz…
At that moment, Ma Yiqun's cell phone began to vibrate. There was no caller ID, but a long string of numbers was displayed on the screen. 
Ma Yiqun glanced at it and saw that it was a familiar number. His first instinct was to reject the call, but after hesitating for a moment, he accepted it. 
"Dubiao, you're finally picking up the call?" The caller sounded several years older than Ma Yiqun. 
Ma Yiqun smiled helplessly. "Older Brother, what's the matter?" 
"Are you still working at the game company?" The man asked. 
Ma Yiqun remained silent for a moment and said, "Older Brother, just tell me why you called. There's no need for small talk between us." 
The man sighed. "Dubiao, I know that you only entered the game industry in the heat of the moment. Recently, I realized that the local game industry does not care much for storylines. I imagine Jingzhou would be much worse. Aren't you wasting your time working there?
"Be it online literature or games, none of these are considered real work. No matter which industry you choose, you'd be wasting your talents. 
"I met our grandfather a few days ago. Our uncle and I think the same. You've already worked in that game company for so long. It's about time you thought about leaving, right? You can take one year to prepare for the entrance exam and continue on your path towards academia. It's not too late to look for a teaching job in a school. 
"If you're serious about writing, I think you're more suited for the traditional path. We can share some of our connections with you. 
"You were stubborn back then, and you insisted on writing online literature. Still, you never succeeded. It's about time you admitted that you're not cut out for the work." 
The corners of Ma Yiqun's mouth curled upwards into a smile. 
The man on the phone was Ma Yiqun's cousin; he was eighteen years older than Ma Yiqun. 
This cousin of his was part of the writers' association. He had published physical novels that sold quite well. One could say he had left Ma Yiqun far behind. 
If Ma Yiqun had received this call a few months ago, perhaps he would have been persuaded. 
After all, this cousin of his had walked the same road before. What's more, after entering Shang Yang Games, Ma Yiqun had witnessed the unsteadiness of the game industry. 
During his time at Shang Yang Games, Ma Yiqun had been in charge of repackaging the games. He was basically doing manual labor; his skills were not required and untouched. 
He had often asked himself if he was wasting his life away.
He had been born into a family of scholars and had decently graduated from a key university with a major in literature. He also had such a successful cousin. Of course, Ma Yiqun had felt ashamed about where he was in life. 
However, everything was different now. 
Still smiling, Ma Yiqun replied, "Older Brother, I think you're mistaken. 
"The official platform has recommended our latest game. The West also has high praises for our overseas versions. The storyline is particularly exceptional. 
"My new novel is also getting quite popular. I think it would reach the top tier soon. Readers have been leaving positive feedback as well." 
Ma Yiqun's cousin was stunned. "Your new novel? Since when did you write a new novel?" 
Ma Yiqun became shocked as well. Suddenly, he frowned. 
Huh?
He quickly picked up a very serious problem with his cousin's reaction. 
Still frowning, Ma Yiqun said, "Older Brother, I have never revealed my pen name on Infinite Chinese Network to anyone in the family."
Both parties were speechless. 
Ma Yiqun was extremely intelligent. At once, he understood what had happened. 
Something was wrong! 
When he first decided to venture into online literature, he faced a lot of resistance from his family. That was why he decided to start writing novels while he was in university—so that he could prove himself to them. 
Although every novel that he wrote failed, he had never revealed his pen name to his family. 
Yet, his cousin seemed shocked to find out that he had written a new novel. 
Ma Yiqun guessed from his cousin's tone that the latter thought the former had stopped writing novels after he started working in the game industry. What's more, he must have been quite certain about this. Otherwise, he would not have sounded so shocked. 
Why was he so certain?
It was probably because his cousin had found out about Ma Yiqun's pen name on Infinite Chinese Network and had been keeping an eye on his account! 
His cousin remained silent for a long time before he finally spoke again. 
"Ai, Dubiao, I'm sorry. You're so intelligent. I shouldn't hide things from you at this point. I'll just tell you the truth. 
"Actually, I'm good friends with one of the senior editors-in-chief at Infinite Chinese Network. Those novels of yours did well in the beginning, but I told my friend to edit their figures. I wanted you to quit and forget about writing online literature. 
"I was afraid that you would continue writing online literature for a long time after tasting a bit of success. 
"This road leads to a dead-end!" 
Ma Yiqun: "…"
He had no idea how to react. He was furious but also elated. 
He was furious because he had finally found the culprit! 
Ma Yiqun had always found it weird that his books had been so popular when they were available to the public but had failed once they were made pay-to-read. 
It would have been understandable if the figures had fallen slightly. However, his novels had deteriorated from being top-tier to only getting thirty subscriptions. That was too suspicious! 
However, Ma Yiqun did not suspect that his family members were behind this. Who would have thought that a huge website like Infinite Chinese Network would alter backend figures and pick on a minor author? 
Now, he finally understood. Somebody had been plotting against him! 
Ma Yiqun laughed, feeling slightly relieved. "Older Brother, don't worry about me. I chose this path, and I know how to walk it. I don't agree that the path of online literature leads to a dead end. 
"One day, I will prove it to you." 
After hanging up, Ma Yiqun felt particularly happy. 
The dark cloud that had been hanging above his head all this time had finally dissipated! 
One could say that Ma Yiqun had started writing online literature for Infinite Chinese Network and working as the plot planner for Shang Yang Games, partly because he wanted to prove himself. However, Ma Yiqun now took his job as the editor-in-chief and the one in charge of Zhongdian Chinese Network as his life's mission.
At that moment, Ma Yiqun felt immensely grateful for Boss Pei. If Boss Pei had not recognized his talent and arranged for him to work as the editor-in-chief of Zhongdian Chinese Network, how would his story have developed to this point? 
Perhaps Ma Yiqun would have lived his entire life thinking that nobody wanted to read his novels. He would have left the online literature industry forever and slowly lost interest in the game industry. Finally, he would go back to his old path like his cousin wanted. 
Thus, he had to do his job well. He had to repay Boss Pei for his trust and guidance; he could not let Boss Pei down. 
He had to make Zhongdian Chinese Network popular! 
At that thought, Ma Yiqun accessed Zhongdian Chinese Network's backend platform again and began working seriously. 
… 
… 
October 31st… 
The system screen automatically appeared in front of Pei Qian. 
<Wealth Conversion System>
<Owner: Pei Qian>
<Profit Conversion Ratio 100:1. Loss Conversion Ratio 1:1>
<Settlement starting…>
<System Funds: 5,940,000+840,000 (↓1,220,000)>
<Fixed Assets: A semi-commercial villa at Ming Yun Villas (8,460,000)>
<Personal Wealth: 485,831.5>
<This Week's Special Task: Making profits and incurring losses are all part and parcel of business. The owner seems to be caught up with the profit he is making. This is not the attitude a talented businessman should have. The System advises the owner to achieve a loss before the next settlement date. [Complete]>
<Special Task Completion Reward: A mysterious surprise within the System's regulations. [Redeemable]>
<Settlement in progress…>
<Conversion in progress…>
<System Funds: 5,940,000+840,000 (↓1,220,000)>
<Fixed Assets: A semi-commercial villa at Ming Yun Villas (8,460,000)>
<Personal Wealth: 1,830,000 (↑1,220,000x110%)>
After seeing this line of numbers, Pei Qian felt so overjoyed that his eyes began to well up. 
That was too easy! 
He was finally seeing more than a million yuan in his Personal Wealth! 


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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This book is highly popular in China and has set off a new trend. Webnovel has very high expectations for this book and has gotten the author to refine the first chapter as an exclusive for global readers. We hope everyone will enjoy reading it.

Private editors - pros take from 17 to 30 dollars for 1700 words.

Prices for editing 1000 words fluctuate according to Google from 2 to 15 dollars. It is likely that older schoolchildren and college students of native speakers or in whom English is the second language (the legacy of empires) undertakes such editing. The level and quality of the translation will undoubtedly be higher (ours in which English is the third language). But since our level of knowledge is not very good, how can we evaluate the quality of editing? Need means another expert who would test the knowledge of the editor before starting work and paying. And this is an additional cost.

The easiest option (until you make money for a paid editor) is a machine editor, but not everything is smooth there either.

The second option is to learn English grammar yourself (but it takes time and money).

The third option is to find a free editor, but it will edit you from the kindness of sincere Chapter 5! You should be very grateful to him for this. After all, he spent his time on you and shared valuable knowledge.

And so I'm not sure that you will find an editor who can read all the chapters - 100-200-300 with the number of words from 80,000 to 300,000 for your simple thanks. I have not met such people yet. But probably they are?


I had an idea, in 2018 I am going to popularize the subject of the Silk Ooty. But in fact, all authors write what is close to their spirit, what they read or want to share their thoughts with others. And others just make a little money.

Moreover, writing is far from the most reliable and fastest way to earn money. If you also do not know the word very well.

In fact, it's faster to earn money by selling ads on YouTube or by taking food photos, although, of course, the sales hit has already passed.

Having a camera for $ 500-900, another $ 1,000 for gadgets, such as tripods, backlights. shadows, and other things, plus quality photo courses for $ 1000. If you have $ 3,000, then in half a year you will learn how to shoot so that your photographs will take "drains" at first, the authors will receive the first months from $ 50 to $ 200. For the second year, from 500 to 700 dollars. At the same time, they cook, sell their creations - jams, pastries, sell their ideas on healthy eating. Someone prepares healthy breakfasts or o-Bentos in offices, the prices are naturally higher, they are calculated for the rich office workers of foreign enterprises, state-owned companies.

Some go to flea markets, where they buy old dishes from their grandmothers for a penny, and then they sell it, bringing a little beauty for money in their online stores.

Money is flowing. Some go to Japan or South Korea to open online stores and make money again. Selling their products in their homeland, and some special items from their homeland in Japan or Korea. By the way, here you can write such a short story about different ways to make money. The fjord of short stories. Chapters 60-80.

Quick ways to make money!

In the meantime, I have three ideas to write new short stories. But to start writing new, not finishing the old, somehow does not look quite right. This will only show readers that the author is scattered with ideas, and at the same time, without burning desire, to bring the story to the end.

My Bro on the Tao is right if he really decided to start writing a new story, finish the old one. Even if the end is far-fetched, not entirely logical, but this is the end of the story. If desired, then you can write further if of course there are new thoughts.

So far I have 4 completed novels. You can write another 53 chapters and complete one novel, another rather than a novel, but a tool for evaluating, expressing thoughts about writing novels. discussion of issues. The third in the municipality can be completed now and then write the second season since it was more likely a short story. Then only the main novel will remain and you can start writing small stories voicing new ideas.

And later they will rewrite the story of adventurers and treasure hunters, compiling the story with already completed storybooks. And thus write a good romance with romance, cooking, adventure, and treasures.

Then it remains only to find a good editor. But the prof will take about $ 1,000 for a book of 80,000 words and not the pros, is a student native speaker from Asia probably 200-300 dollars?
This is considered a very good salary for us for 1 month of work.

Well, if at the same time he agrees to edit, and his editing will be at least average. Then one could try. But for now, it's all just a dream.

In all likelihood, I will slowly finish some novels in order to move on to new stories.

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Hi everyone! My name is Janrick Salavante, 18 years old and a high school student.

Writing is my passion and I've composed a lot of literary pieces. But I can tell there's a need of improvement when it comes to my grammar composition and of course, my vocabulary.


This book, One Year of Assassination, is my first ever novel that I decided to publish online. At first, it was very difficult for me. Either I'm lacking self-confidence or afraid that I might failed to finish this complicated story. But this is a test for me; to showcase my talent and step out of my comfort zone.


Speaking about the story itself, this might take hundreds of chapters. I do have a lot of plans for my characters and plot twists that would surely blow up my readers' minds. And as I go along with the writing process, I'm hoping for your full support. I would super duper appreciate if you would correct me with my grammars. Also, I'm looking forward for suggestions and recommendations regarding my writing style.

Thank you!

Year 2032.

A secret organization of assassins named "Developmental Research and Assassination Bureau" was established in order to keep the peace around the globe. Its main goal is to execute great leaders from different countries, who incorporated themselves in initiating a World War.

The "Alliance of the Strongest Forces in the World" (ASFW), a union of different countries plans to have a systematic government administration. There would only be a Supreme leader to rule the world, and subordinates to support him. This is what everybody believes, but they've been keeping a crucial secret they don't want to get exposed in public.

It's up to the 12 agents (also known as "The 12 Months of the Year") to plan accordingly and act constructively. They are humanity's last hope. Can they save the world? No one knows. Only one thing is for sure; one wrong move and everyone dies. 

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The story circulates with a full blast action, betrayal, tragedy and an unexpected plot twist you can never imagine. Hope you enjoy ♡

(CTTO on my temporary book cover HAHA.)

During the time when Mo Fei was diligently practicing songs, Yang Yi was not idle. He had three major events in the past few days.
The first thing was to reach a cooperation agreement with Sahara Press's boss Fu Jun, which invested 5 million yuan by Yang Yi and obtained 49% of the Sahara Online Bookstore.
Fu Jun was of course rejected at first. Although he did not make much money to run the Sahara Online Bookstore project, he used it as a private toy and was reluctant to get involved.
But Sahara Press needs the physical copyright of the two books Yang Yi, so Fu Jun is still here.
Not long after the conversation, he was attracted by Yang Yi's top Blue Mountain coffee, and was also convinced by Yang Yi's "advanced" network development philosophy.
Fu Jun was the first person Yang Yi met to understand coffee and like coffee, so he took out his collection of Blue Mountain coffee and shared it with Fu Jun.
Fu Jun himself couldn't figure out whether it was coffee intoxicating or fascinating. He decided to sneak up with Yang Yi and then sold 49% of his online bookstore.
Of course, the Sahara Online Bookstore is not worth 10 million now. It seems that Yang Yi is a big head, but Fu Jun screams: "I am losing money. According to you, my online bookstore can develop into Big Mac, five million sold you so many shares, and will definitely regret it later."
Yang Yi smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do it well, try to make Sahara as big as I said. Then you are the giant of the publishing industry! Even if you lose money, I will allow you to come to me later. Drink coffee in the store, I personally give you a brew, Blue Mountain, Luwak (cat 屎 coffee), Mandheling, St. Helena, as long as I have, let you drink!"
Fu Jun just smiled and left.
(Well, about the Internet business part, Xiao Han has been with this in the past, these are just to earn some money, there is no need to describe too detailed, we are not willing to look at business war.)
The remaining two major things that Yang Yi did were related to rejection.
He rejected the olive branch thrown by Heavens' Fortune Records!
Saying that the company's footprint is in the area of ​​Hong Kong's Heavens' Fortune Records is still a bit shabby. But than the scale of energy, Heavens' Fortune Records is not the existence of a small Management Agency like Tianmei Entertainment where Mo Fei is located!
Although Mao Yi, the producer of the new music CD of Chen Yijie and the music deputy director of Heavens' Fortune, and Hu Yongxiang have recommended Yang Yi as an excellent songwriter, Hu Yongxiang is really an eminent person has short memory. Leave this thing behind.
Until Chen Yijie's new album was released, the results were shining in Hong Kong. The question of "Mu Li'ang He Ren" was repeatedly mentioned by the reporter. Hu Yongxiang remembered Yang Yi, a youngster that his grandfather admired.
But to everyone's surprise, Yang Yi cloud lightly refused in the face of the olive branch thrown by Heavens' Fortune.
"Do you know? Have you accepted the recruitment of other companies?" Mao Su personally ran Jiangcheng and saw Yang Yi. He wanted to be a colleague with Yang Yi and then explored the true meaning of music, but he did not expect to be rejected. He was surprised.
"No, it's just that I like freedom and I don't like being restrained." Yang Yi smiled faintly. "If there is a chance, we can continue to cooperate, but not in the way of signing a songwriter, I like to write my own music. Instead of writing the music you want."
As a musician, Mao Su can understand the idea of ​​Yang Yi's. He nodded in some regrets.
"Right, please ask Heavens' Fortune to keep my personal information confidential. I don't want to disturb my life," Yang Yi added.
Mao Su smiled: "This is of course, our Heavens' Fortune is not so bad. Besides, we don't want you to be targeted by our competitors. You are such a good songwriter, we can have a lot in the future. The opportunity for cooperation!"
This refusal is still a result that both sides can accept, but the rejection of the third major event is a bit unpleasant!
As mentioned earlier, Tiejun Net's editors want to dig Yang Yi to save their lost popularity, and the familiar publishers went to Qiyue to inquire about the news. At that time, the publisher also came along with Qiyue's Manager Huang. Of course. It was also rejected.
However, the editors of Tiejun Net got the address of Yang Yi's, so Lingyun Jueding came to Yu Wan with great interest and wanted to use his three-inch tongue to persuade Yang Yi to join Tiejun Net!
"Yang Yi, have you been a soldier before? Me too! At first glance, we are fond of military literature!" Lingyun Jueding came up with an emotional card.
Although Yang Yi still welcomed them amicably, he said that he had a three-year contract with Qiyue.
"It's okay!" Lingyun Jueding patted his bare head and said with enthusiasm. "We have a deep background in Tiejun Net. Did you hear about Military Literature and Arts? If you want, we will call you in the name of the army. Who dares to stop?"
Lingyun Jueding didn't know that his words made Yang Yi feel bad.
You know, the most disgusting thing about Yang Yi is the person who plays the background to the lip service to! What's more, the reason why his predecessor retired was not because he got a big man with a deep background? Although it has nothing to do with the current Yang Yi, it is a living memory in my mind, Yang Yi feel as if it had happened to oneself!
"No, the conditions that Qiyue gave me are not bad." Yang Yi's voice became a bit cold, and the cold was cold.
But Lingyun Jueding and Yu Wan didn't feel it. Yu Wan said: "What is Qiyue? Is it comparable to Tiejun in military literature? You come to our Tiejun and guarantee better results than you are in Qiyue!"
Yang Yi does not deny this problem. After all, Tiejun is still the real gathering place for military fans.
But the problem is that even if Tiejun Net's editors don't let Yang Yi feel disgusted, he won't want to go to Tiejun, because Yang Yi doesn't like military literature itself!
Since I don't like it, why do you want to change the website to continue writing military literature? Military literature, but Yang Yi is used excessively.
In the next book, he already thought about what to write! Moreover, it is by no means a military literature.
Of course, Yang Yi wouldn't tell Lingyun Jueding and Yu Wan, he just shook his head, then looked up at the clock in the coffee shop and said faintly: "Sorry, time is almost up, I have to prepare dinner for my daughter… …"
This is the meaning of the drop-off!
Lingyun Jueding is not good at face. As a Deputy Chief Editor of Tiejun, he has never encountered such a treatment!
"You will regret it!" Lingyun Jueding said, and left Yu Wan.
Yu Wan was behind a Lingyun Jueding and got into a taxi, but he was young and couldn't help but asked, "Chief Ling, is that all right? Is it because they Qiyue suppress us?"
Lingyun Jueding looked depressed, he said coldly: "Forget it? How is it possible? Yu Wan, you go back and stare at the progress of his physical publication. Also, is «Drawing Sword» not close to Grand Finale? Look at when his new book is released!"
"refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, he will definitely regret it!"

Right after transmigrating into a parallel world, Yang Yi was a bit stupefied upon seeing a adorable little girl calling him father. Fine, Xixi is 100% my daughter, but my child’s mother is actually an aloof, absolute beauty who’s a famous singer.

How do I coax my baby? Yang Yi, who was a assassin in his previous life, scratched his head. How about I tell some stories? Yang Yi didn’t think that the stories he imported from his previous world would be famous world-wide! How do I bring back my child’s mother who left in anger? The experienced Yang Yi indicated that there was no problem a love song couldn’t fix. And if it couldn’t, then two songs!

Xiaojun's mind was in a state of calamity. He was not particularly fond of what he just read in the office right now. Shi Qiang, who had been tasked to review the documents before handing them out to Mr. Feng, frowned when she saw the absolute shock on Xiaojun's face.
"Sir, are you alright?" Shi Qiang asked out of concern.
"This… this cannot be…" Xiaojun dropped his phone and fell on his knees dramatically, "THIS CANNOT BE!"
"Sir…?" Shi Qiang started thinking whether Mr. Feng had received his daily dose of BL smut or not. Because Mr. Feng would act groggy when he hadn't had his coffee or lose his useless gacha game and would act dramatically when he hadn't read his daily dose of BL smut.
Shi Qiang soon realized that she had been working with Xiaojun for a while, that she started getting hints of his bizarre habits.
Xiaojun picked up his phone and showed the screen to Shi Qiang, "Look at this! Can you believe this?!"
"Sir, you haven't unlocked the phone yet. I only definitely not so shameless selfie as the wallpaper," Shi Qiang scorned. She silently judged his boss, who repeatedly told her that he doesn't want media attention but probably had gigabytes of selfies in his phone. 
"Ah, that…" Xiaojun unlocked the phone and showed the real problem.
Shi Qiang read a notice on Xiaojun's phone screen. 
*Hi everyone! PupainDisguise here as your author! Thank you all for supporting my work, but I have been thinking about moving on from this story! I know some of you have donated money for this work, especially you, HandsomeFengXiaojun, who donated almost seventy thousand yuan for this work! Are you the real Feng Xiaojun? Since you are so rich, ahaha! Joking aside, I will return with other great works. Please stay tuned!'
"Can't you believe this?! I've donated more than seventy thousand yuan or around ten thousand dollars! I told him if he wants more money, as long as he continues writing the story, I don't care about the amount!" Xiaojun was fuming as he let out all his sadness in front of Shi Qiang.
"… why is your username HandsomeFengXiaojun? People might found out that you are the real deal and would spread rumors of you reading BL," Shi Qiang said.
"Tsk, tsk, task, Secretary Shi, this is what we call reverse psychology. There are many people online with my name as their usernames, even my public picture as their profile pic. I'm just one of the thousands of Feng Xiaojuns on the internet."
"…" somehow, Shi Qiang felt reluctant to accept the completely logical reason.
"Anyway, I can't believe this author ends the story just like that! He ends the story right before MC and ML got married and have a child together! Arrggh, it's so annoying!" Xiaojun ruffled his hair in frustration. 
"A child? Aren't you reading BL? Is that child adopted or…" Shi Qiang guessed in her heart.
"There is no adoption in the novel," Xiaojun shook his head.
"Then, how can they get pregnant?! Don't tell me this is a…"
Xiaojun giggled, "This is a mpreg novel, of course."
'… what kind of spicy chicken author have this kind of spicy chicken reader…' Shi Qiang thought. But she dared not commenting out loud because Mr. Feng seemed to be very into this random author.
"There is no way of helping that, Sir. Some authors are just burnt out or got bored with their own stories. All we can do is move on," Shi Qiang wisely said. 
But Xiaojun couldn't accept it, "But it's hard to find a good story nowadays! No, I will not accept this. I have to make sure that the author continues writing this BL story no matter what! Secretary Shi, call the company that owns the writing website, tell them that I need to get one particular author's contact. We shall take him hostage until he decides to start writing again."
"Sir… that is a breach of privacy and an act of abduction. You might get in trouble," Shi Qiang warned. 
"That is true…" Xiaojun was thinking for a while, then said, "Give eighty thousand yuan as an incentive for that author, and give another eighty thousand for the company. It will help them cover stuff."
"… Sir, using that much money from company funds will be frowned upon," Shi Qiang warned again. 
"Who said we will use company fund? I will pay it with my personal money," Xiaojun said, "I still have enough spare money until next week. This is about commitment! This is a personal mission to rescue my favorite BL book!"
'I should have asked more for my salary, goddamn it!' Shi Qiang grumbled and started calling the online book company, just like what Xiaojun ordered.
*Hello, is this Qidinovel office? I am Shi Qiang, secretary of Mr. Feng Xiaojun from Feng Group. My boss is a particular fan of one story and wants to meet with the book's author. Which book?*
Shi Qiang glanced at Xiaojun, and Xiaojun whispered, '(BL) Master-Slave Training System.'
Shi Qiang frowned at her boss's book choice, but she repeated what her boss just said. 
*What? Privacy? The author is unwilling? Mr. Feng said that he would donate eighty thousand yuan to the company and the author personally.*
*What? Of course, it is true. Okay, it is settled then.*
Shi Qiang seemed busy writing the contact number, and then she nodded;
*Yes, thank you for the contact number. The money will be sent tomorrow morning. Please tell the author that Mr. Feng is very eager to see him over dinner." 
After Shi Qiang got the contact number, Xiaojun took it, he seemed to be ecstatic, "Yes! I got his contact number. Now I can kidnap—I mean, now I can invite him for dinner!" 
'I definitely see a kidnapping in the making,' Shi Qiang sighed.

[On Hiatus, busy with other novel but I will not abandon this novel, thank you for your patience.]
*WFP #29: Role Reversal Gold winner*
*A BL Slice of life and romcom novel!* 

Who doesn't know Feng Xiaojun? 
Tall, handsome, rich, and also the CEO of Feng Group.
He is a dream CEO that everybody imagined in that typical CEO romance story.

But the CEO holds a deep, darkest secret imaginable...
Feng Xiaojun is a hardcore, rotten Fudanshi who loves binge reading BL/Yaoi stories every time, even at work.

"Sir, how about our meeting schedule this morning?" - Secretary Shi.

"Reschedule it, I'm sick today," - Feng Xiajoun who binge read on Killing Stalking the whole night.
***
This story has:
- Your not so typical CEO.
- Relatable, slice of life comedy about BL readers (Fujo/Fudanshi)
- Cute BL romance!

*Although slow, I will never drop this story, don't worry!*

This is a side, fun project of mine!
***
Original cover drawn by my friend, SleepyKola.

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