Heather was excited to find out about all the specialities that the realm contained and as she was admiring the whole set up, a notification rang out and I told her the process of the socketing had already been completed.

She went over to the machine and carefully opened up the door and she squealed in delight as she removed the amulet and held it in her hands. Just as she had expected, the diamond piece was in the centre of the amulet while the two rubies were socketed at the sides of it.

She was putting the amulet on her chest and adjusted it in front of a large standing mirror. At least she could help out to churn something inside this Fusion Chamber.

"It looks so beautiful, don't you think so my dear? By the way, do you think Jay-R fits wearing this type of amulet around his neck, I mean he's a boy and only girls wear them, am I right? This fine piece of shiny glass that is in front of me here would be good if we can bring it back to the domain, don't you think so dear? 

Heather asked and I replied that it's alright since my late father also wears this type of amulet around his neck plus lots more accessories. Plus I told her that glass and mirror were not invented only centuries later. So there's no chance for her to haul the big ass mirror back to our real world. Hahaha. 

She kept the piece she had just enhanced and continued to do the same to the other two amulets meant for the children. Watching her filled with excitement was like a student who had successfully completed her first chemistry experiment...!

After the amulets had been completed, she asked me if there would be some tools she could use to make the chain shorter and for the 'S' hook to be adjusted so that it would be able to suit our children's neck later on.

There's one more room which I had not entered which was the Blacksmith Room, the place where my former self had painstakingly hammered and forged his way through from being a novice blacksmith to a master.

"I would bring you there once we had completed the usage of the Gutenberg machine here. What do you have in mind, dear?" 

I asked and she held my journal in her hand and told me that she would like to make notes of this to bring it back to the real world. 

Since both worlds have a paper and ink and even though the process is a bit different, she would like to make copies of this to send it back and then distribute it to the senior members of the board during the meeting.

"Ceres, could you guide us on how to use this Gutenberg machine?" I called out to Ceres and it explained that it was not called Gutenberg machine but a printer cum copying machine.

It uses light to capture the image on any piece of material and then it would print the output depending on how many pieces we wanted to print. "The counter keypad is beside the start green button over there."

"Place the journal on the glass panel first, top side down and close the cover over it. Once you're done, then press the desired number of copies on the panel with lots of buttons and then press the green start button."

"Sit back and watch the machine copies whatever you want to be reproduced and the output would lay on the output tray at the left-hand side of the machine."

Ceres advises and guide us step by step throughout as we walked all around the machine to ensure we had gotten what Ceres had wanted us to specifically do.

 After pressing the buttons to reproduce a dozen and placing the journal that needs to be reproduced top side down on the glass panel, Heather did the honour of pressing the start green button. 

The machine whirred to life and sounds of paper being extracted and dropped into the output tray could be heard. 

There was a kind of stomping sounds as each paper was being reproduced before a dozen pieces had been completed and the machine went silent again.

"Oh my God...! This is really a good piece of invention. If only we could bring it back then we could print out all the labels for all the medicine, herbs, health and beauty products too...!" 

Heather was all excited when she held the warm pieces of paper that had been deposited in the output tray as she held the paper to her nose and took a deep whiff as if its done kind of wafer...! 

"It smells so fresh too...! This Gutenberg machine is really out of this era...!" Heather exclaimed as she took the journal and flipped to the next one that needs to be reproduced and pressed the start button again. It seemed they she was getting quite adept at this kind of work...!

After she had reproduced all that she needs from the Gutenberg machine, she held the pieces of papers in her hand and told me to bring her to the Blacksmith Room where she would need some tools to adjust the length of the children's amulets.

"Come on dear, let's go to the Blacksmith Room as I need to make these adjustments to the chain's length on the amulet." Heather motioned to me and I swiped the fusion chamber to the next one.

There stood an old fashioned anvil and furnace with several sizes of hammers and other tools that were neatly arranged on a standing display stand.

Heather goes over and chose a pair of pliers and removed the 'S' hooks from 2 amulets and then she somehow cut the length of the two amulets to become shorter and of equal lengths.

After she had done so, she inserted the 'S' hooks once more and then she simply remarked to me that the work had already been completed.

"I will leave the rest of the adjustments back at Old Jack's place. How long have we been here, my dear? I really can't wait to spend more time here with you."

Heather claimed and I told her it's under an hour which means it's slightly under 20 minutes in the real world.

"Audemars, when you had been fully accustomed here, you can use the computer to make the drafts of your instructions and other advertising or marketing materials instead of using the reproduction machine. You can change the fonts and you can straightaway print from the screen before you."

Ceres was mentioning about the personal computer that would only exist in the 20th century and what she had mentioned to me was totally alien and I don't even understand a single word she said.

"It's like a Gutenberg machine, Audemars. The typesetting could be done with a screen in front of you and one you are done, you could print them out."

"There are some reference books based on personal computing, word processing, desktop publishing and so on."

"You can do a bit of reading up before you embark. It would be fantastic and you could also use different type settings to look like a gazette."

Ceres mentioned it to me once more and the only thing I understand was a gazette. The rest of the things she mentioned, was truly out of this world and I could only sit down and read some references and follow the tips, if available. 

"Don't worry, Audemars. There would be two personal computers set up in the White Room and there would be some reference books for you and Heather to read up."

"Take your time, don't be too surprised. Consider these personal computers as part of your former self that was used to utilise it every day."

The information that had been relayed to me was clear but I could only perceive them a bit at a time. Heather was equally excited since she heard that there are two machines set up in the White Room and she desired to enter the realm once again when the children had gone to bed tonight. 

"We would see about it tonight, yes dear? At the meantime, our twins are waiting for us so we better read back now. Handle those papers carefully, we would be leaving this realm from the White Room and hold my hand properly, alright?" 

I was afraid that something might happen to Heather like being left all alone in the realm while I'm suddenly back in the real world. 

In fact, there's nothing much to worry but she might be the one panicking and starts to destroy the room to find a way out...! 

I motioned Heather to come close to me and she anxiously held my hand tightly as we both entered the vortex and left the realm. When we finally opened our eyes, I find Heather beside me and had slightly sweaty palms. 

"Phew...! That was quite a trip, my dear. I go get the children and let's head down to the conference hall then." Heather skipped merrily down the stairwell with the sheets of paper that had been reproduced along with the amulets that she held in her hands and it does look like a piece of toy to her at this moment. 

Ah well, as long as she is happy, the twins are happy and so would I.

She went to fetch the twins and as she handed the amulets to the children, they were happy when they were shown the items as the twins held out their dainty hands and touched the ones that Heather was currently wearing.

"My dear little darlings, this is what Mummy had brought for you and its the same as what mummy is wearing right now, see? I'm not going to make this chain shorter because you would be wearing it till you had become an adult."

"What Mummy would do is to insert this 'S' hook over here so this both chains would be dangling behind it. As you grow older, this 'S' hook would be adjusted accordingly."

Heather was explaining the uses of the 'S' hook on the amulet and the twins were rather excited about having a new toy to play with and it's around their necks.

To prevent any accidents, the balance length of the chain was entwined at the back of the children's neck.

When Heather was putting on the amulets for the twins, they were both giggling and clapping their hands and adoring the amulets on each other's necks. It was of a simple design but it serves the purpose really well.

As I sauntered down the stairwell, I saw that lunch had already been served and taken from the outdoor kitchen area and the twins were being fed by Heather and one of the domain helpers.

 It was a simple pottage and served with toasted bread and this would be more than enough to start the day right before the midday meeting.

"I thought we would not be having lunch today... Hahaha. Well, it doesn't hurt to grab a bite or two before the meeting, eh?" I sat down on between the twins and took over the feeding of the twins from one of the domain helpers.

As the twins were being fed, I can't help but noticing Heather was clearly proud of what she had done for the amulets back in the realm and she was particularly vain when she had the amulet hanging loosely around her neck.

She smiled back at me as she gently touched the amulet around her neck and I hope that the two good quality red rubies would be able to give her +50 health as well since my information system was unable to determine it as she was not a Foe.

After we had a light lunch, the twins were busy playing with the amulet around their necks while Heather cleared away all the papers on the table and replaced it with the one that she had reproduced back in the realm with me. 

I saw that the paper and ink did not diminish even one bit and discovered that the trip to bring these papers back to the real world is a success. 

At least, she would be kept busy along with me when the time comes for her to reproduce the labels of some of the health and beauty products whenever needed. 

As she had heard they there would be two added machines brought in by Ceres that would be able to perform some word processing, desktop publishing and printing from them, Heather was once again excited to enter the realm to try it out. 

However, these so-called machines were totally alien to me in this world and I wondered who my original former self was before he made his transmigratory trips all over the parallel universe until he became who he is today. 

Only Ceres has the answers as we sat down and arranged the papers for the meeting when the senior members of the board slowly streamed into the conference hall after their lunch as Heather begins to commence the meeting when everyone was present. 

I sat down beside Heather and observed how she conducted the third meeting which would be the crucial part for the further development of the economy in town.

[General] Book Title: Adventures of the Cannon Fodder Goddess
Book 1 Title: Superwoman is a Business Prodigy in Ancient Times
Author: Ahce Darato Torres
Date Published: January 5, 2021
Book Status: Ongoing
Book series no. 1

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This is a work of fiction.
1. Names
2. Characters - portrayals, description and detailed characterization
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5. Events - celebration, ritual events, incidents/ accidents
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Are either a product of the writer's unfathomable imagination and/ or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual entities (a person; living or dead/ mythical creatures, animals, and supernatural beings) and all of the things included above are purely coincidental.
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Story Description:
It was autumn when Cresencia fell in coma. She was an internationally renowned doctor who discovered the cure for Coronavirus. A scientist who gathered support to innovate a machine that would genetically modify the genes of animals nearing extinction and preserve the living races on earth. And a black belt prodigy in martial arts, who advocated in teaching women and children self-defense to protect themselves.
Reaching a new height of enlightenment she forcibly tried to practice astral projection which led to an unstable journey and enabled her to traverse into other worlds.
(Book 1 – Superwoman is a Business Prodigy in Ancient Times)
The general's daughter, Qin Chenglei, was lost when she was younger. People from another realm pitied and adopted her. She lived a year of good life with them, later her foster parents died in a robbery plot. Left in a hidden mansion the child survived for a few more years till her body collapsed upon reaching its limit in consuming poison to fend hunger.
Cresencia inhabited the body of a malnourished child not older than thirteen. Gifted with special abilities she found her way to live and conquer the business industry with ease. Faced with societal feud and ridicule she proved that no one can stop her in reaching the highest pedestal and let her charm shine. But unwanted visitors came to change her destiny.
Filled with determination and strengthened with faith she is ready to face the hardships that life will throw along the way. The cannon fodder goddess is willing to evince that she is not just a meaningless character. Her goal is to live a good life and find happiness.
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Country: Philippines
Region X: Cagayan de Oro City
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Greetings to my beloved readers. I just want to thank you for giving this book a chance to be heard. It has been a year since Covid19 wreaked havoc around the world, tucking us in our homes for safety. I am delighted to be able to write and present a Contemporary-Fantasy themed novel to all of you.
I know somehow most people around my age and younger are bored at home, so might as well motivate everyone to read and enhance their reading comprehension/ critical thinking skills. As an amateur Filipino teen writer I am not expecting so much from this book, but I can't help it, I really want to share a story to everyone and escape the world of reality for a while. Have the chance to travel different worlds without spending money and be able to participate in the protagonist's little adventures. 
Your reviews, comments and support are very much appreciated so don't forget to leave a note. I, as a college student also want to improve my writing skills, so I'll thank everyone in advance for helping me pave a way to mastering literary writing and story telling. And I just want to remind everyone to avoid plagiarism, let's respect people's property and just enjoy reading, get lost in the world of imagination and have fun.
Please keep yourselves safe and follow WHO guidelines.
I wish you all a Happy New Year, a prosperous 2021 and a healthy start.
Love lots,
Ahce

Book Title: Adventures of the Cannon Fodder Goddess
Author: Ahce Darato Torres

Story Description:
It was autumn when Cresencia fell in coma. She was an internationally renowned doctor who discovered the cure for Coronavirus. A scientist who gathered support to innovate a machine that would genetically modify the genes of animals nearing extinction and preserve the living races on earth. And a black belt prodigy in martial arts, who advocated in teaching women and children self-defense to protect themselves.
Reaching a new height of enlightenment she forcibly tried to practice astral projection which led to an unstable journey and enabled her to traverse into other worlds. 

(Book 1 – Superwoman is a Business Prodigy in Ancient Times)

The general’s daughter, Qin Chenglei, was lost when she was younger. People from another realm pitied and adopted her. She lived a year of good life with them, later her foster parents died in a robbery plot. Left in a hidden mansion the child survived for a few more years till her body collapsed upon reaching its limit in consuming poison to fend hunger.
Cresencia inhabited the body of a malnourished child not older than thirteen. Gifted with special abilities she found her way to live and conquer the business industry with ease. Faced with societal feud and ridicule she proved that no one can stop her in reaching the highest pedestal and let her charm shine. But unwanted visitors came to change her destiny.
Filled with determination and strengthened with faith she is ready to face the hardships that life will throw along the way. The cannon fodder goddess is willing to evince that she is not just a meaningless character. Her goal is to live a good life and find happiness.

When Gun-Ho entered the office next door, the design workers stood up altogether.
"Hi. I came with President Jeong-Sook Shin here. She will join you starting today."
"Hi. I've heard a lot about you. My name is Min-Sook Oh."
"You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"I've done some contracting work for KimBooks before."
"Oh, I see. That's why you look so familiar. Nice to meet you. I'm Jeong-Sook Shin."
Min-Sook introduced the other two workers to her.
"This lady here worked in the design team with me. And the lady here, she handled administrative work for our previous company."
"Oh, is that right? Have you worked with a publishing application before?"
"No, not yet."
"We will start using a publishing application at work. The daily orders from Kyobo Book Center and Yes24 for example or some other companies will be all handled using the software. We will use the publishing application for our shipping request as well."
 
When Jeong-Sook started talking with her employees about the work at the publishing company, Gun-Ho stood up to leave.
"Alright. I will leave you all here so you could comfortably talk about the work. I have an important meeting I need to attend anyway."
President Shin quickly handed a piece of paper to Gun-Ho.
"What is this?"
"It's a list of the books we will publish."
"Haha. If you are okay with the book selection, then I am okay with it. I totally leave the decision up to you to use your discretion. Manager Kang, why don't you hand over the company bank account and credit card to President Shin?"
"Yes, sir."
Manager Kang handed the new publishing company's bank book and business credit card to Jeong-Sook. Gun-Ho then walked out of the office. They will talk further about the details of the tasks and things of their publishing company.
 
The workers came to the front door of the office to see Gun-Ho leaving.
"Today is the first day of the company. Why don't you celebrate by having lunch in a nice restaurant all together today?"
 
Gun-Ho then headed to Asan City.
Gun-Ho was having a cup of coffee in the morning with several directors and managers when the plant manager brought up the topic about Jae-Sik Moon.
"The security guard who used to work night shift here quit the job. I heard he is someone you know, sir."
"I recently established a publishing company named GH Media. He will be working for that company as a chief editor."
"A chief editor?"
"Yes. He used to work in the publishing field, and his novel has recently been selected for an award. The prize was 50 million won."
"Oh, I see. I didn't know he was a writer. Well, I think I saw him writing something in his security guard office. I guess he was writing a novel."
The people in the office all laughed together.
"That's good for him. He didn't seem to fit in here anyway. He was inept at the work, and I was thinking of letting you know about it. Well, he found a job that fits in with his talent. I am happy for him."
Gun-Ho was picturing Jae-Sik sitting at a desk writing and working with books that he loved. Gun-Ho felt happy for Jae-Sik.
 
After having a morning meeting with managers and directors, Gun-Ho checked his email. There was an email from President Jeong-Sook Shin; it said,
"President Goo, I understand that I don't have to give you a daily report; however, I believe I need to let you know the decision on the books which we will be publishing, and the salaries of the workers. Here is the list of books we plan to publish."
President Shin listed six books. The book list showed mostly the books about self-development that could be easily read by readers, except 'Economy Trend in China for the 21st Century' authored by Professor Jien Wang. Three of them were written by Japanese writers, and two of them were authored by famous Korean columnist.
"The book titles of these books are very provocative."
Gun-Ho then looked at the workers' salaries.
"President Shin 3.5 million won, Chief Editor Jae-Sik Moon 2.5 million won, Min-Sook Oh 2.2 million won, Assistant designer and administrative staff 1.9 million won."
"I told her that I would pay her 5 million won, but she lowered it to 3.5 million won for herself. I guess she was concerned about what other workers would think about her receiving a high salary now when the company even haven't started generating revenue. However, I know she will ask me to raise it once a book starts selling. She seems to be a sensitive person about money."
 
Gun-Ho was reading an economic newspaper when the sales director entered his office.
"Sir, this is the product cost that we will bring to S Group."
"How much is the product cost per unit?"
"It's 4,800 won."
"The labor cost is 860 won, huh?"
"Yes. The labor cost is divided into three different labors: handling the extruding machine and mixing the chemicals, and cutting work, and lastly quality assurance and wrapping."
"Is this based on the next year's projected labor cost?"
"No. We used this year's labor cost. We need to base this year's labor cost for the products that will be manufactured this year."
"The product unit cost seems to be very high. What costs are included?"
"It includes electricity and rent for the factory."
"A rent for the factory?"
"Yes. Even though we own the factory, I included the rental cost. Also, various supplies expenses and depreciation are reflected in the production cost."
"The manufacturing cost per unit itself already exceeds 3,500 won."
"The cost of wrapping and shipping have reflected that cost."
"How much did you list for sales and management?"
"15% of the product cost."
"Do you think the S Group will raise the issue on it?"
"They will try to lower that cost. However, I will convince them to approve our estimated product cost."
"Okay."
"Please sign on the production cost sheet. We will need your signature on it so we can use it outside the company, sir."
Gun-Ho signed on the production cost.
Gun-Ho asked with a smile,
"How much do you think they will ask in their first order?"
"I am not so sure, but I am expecting that they will ask us to produce about 50,000 units."
"50,000… It's 240 million won then."
The sales director was surprised by that, Gun-Ho calculated the revenue without using a calculator.
'He has an excellent number of sense and high capacity for mental computation. Wow. No wonder he succeeded at his young age.'
 
"Have we received enough raw materials from Dyeon America already for those first 50,000 product unit?"
"We received 3 tons of raw materials so far. We are unloading it right now using a forklift truck."
"Are you visiting S Group tomorrow with the production cost document?"
"Yes. I will go with the assistant manager who was in charge of that estimation."
"Sounds good."
"Okay, sir. Please let me know if you need anything."
 
The sales director was walking towards the office door to leave when he turned back and came to Gun-Ho to say,
"Sir, I have something I'd like to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Can we have two workers from the research center assigned to our sales department once the research center is dissolved?"
"I will send you one worker."
"We need two of them, sir. We need at least two more people in order to strengthen our sales capacity."
"Let's talk about it later then."
"Okay, sir. I will leave now."

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

Coral Jones, a self-publishing writer, is on the verge of being kicked out because her last book hasn't made her enough money to pay her rent, and her friend who was helping keep the apartment up has left. She finds this place called Pink Palace apartments, and it's creepily cheap.  She ignores all the obvious red flags, like it being out its own, sketchy people living above and below her, and the fact that even though children have been going missing everywhere in town, they've been disappearing most around where the apartments are. She finds a doorway to another dimension, a pocket one it seems, and she finds an entity- one who has a fascination towards her, or at least it's what 'he' makes it seem, along with her mother that's been missing for 15 years. 
*Based on children's movie Coraline.*

In this book will be multiple synopses of different books I'd be willing to work on. There will be 3-10 options each time I finish a book, whichever book has more comments in the synopsis by the end of the deadline will be the book I start on. Old books can be requested to be voted for again and no comments after the deadline will be relevant. 
And for the people who've come here just for some fresh ideas, have fun!

Around 2 P.M.

Chenchen needed her afternoon nap, so Rao Aimin chased Zhang Ye out of the house.

Having filled his stomach, he made a burp of satisfaction and headed for his apartment. When he had mostly digested his food, Zhang Ye got changed into his sports attire and a pair of sneakers, as he did not have running shoes. He had to make do with what he had and headed out for a run, just like Rao Aimin.

1 round...

3 rounds...

He ran around the neighborhood to improve his fitness.

Zhang Ye thought that his Taiji Fist could not be used effectively because his body could not keep up with the skill. Like Taekwondo, he had the experience and movements in his head, but he could not execute the moves to its full potential. He lacked strength, reaction speed and stamina. When he fought Wang Cen, his technical skill was slightly better, but yet he was at the disadvantage and on the losing end. In the end, he had to use the consumable item, Health Potion, that he had received from the Lottery to turn the tables around. Zhang Ye had learned his lesson.

Just kung fu alone doesn't cut it!

His body had to match up, too!

For instance, for Taiji Fist, even if he ate 1,000 Taiji experience books, as long as his physical strength remained the same, not even 10,000 experience books would enable him to do what Rao Aimin did — slicing the steel scissors!

He needed to train!

This had to go through the process and he had to remain determined!

In the future, he would have to run and do some pushups every day.

After running for over an hour, Zhang Ye headed home, drenched in sweat. Just as he entered through the door, the phone in his pocket started ringing.

"Hello, who is this?" Zhang Ye said, catching his breath.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang. We are from the North Chinese Youth and Children's Publishing House." It was a middle-aged man's voice on the other side. It sounded rather hoarse.

Zhang Ye stayed on the phone as he went into the toilet to grab a towel to wipe off his sweat, "Oh, I'm sorry, but my fairy tale stories copyrights have all been sold."

The middle-aged man was a little stunned, but said cheerfully, "We are not calling regarding your fairy tales. We know that your fairy tales have already been published by the Beijing Education Publishing Firm. I'm looking for you to discuss about other publication opportunities. To my understanding, some of your written works and your modern poems have not been published yet, right? If the copyright is not in your hands, then we will forget about it. But I don't see any publications in the market now."

Zhang Ye kept silent for a bit and threw down his towel, "My poems?"

"Yes. We want to do a compilation for you, a 'Zhang Ye's Compilation', that has all your written works and poems, including your couplets." The middle-aged man said, "Let's meet up for a chat? Or you can visit our publication house?"

This interested Zhang Ye. He had been worried about being out of a job and not having enough exposure to maintain his popularity since the afternoon. But good news came knocking on his door. Zhang Ye had not thought of publishing a compilation of his works before. He knew that it was difficult. Which of the authors, who had ever released a compilation, was not well-known? Of course, some unknown authors had also released compilations before. They either bought their way in or depended on their network, but the sales were too poor. They were better off not releasing it.

Zhang Ye always believed that if he wanted to publish his poetry compilation, the biggest hurdle was that he started too late. It had only been a few months and his works only numbered in the dozens. What was the concept of having a dozen poems? Even if they increased the font and put a poem on each page, he would only have a dozen pages. Ignoring the publication of a book, even for a pamphlet, it was too thin! Zhang Ye also did not want to bring over all the classic poems from his previous world in one shot. Whenever he used one, there was one less. He needed to keep them on the blade, so he gave up on the idea of releasing a poetry compilation. He had not expected someone to approach him about this matter instead.

"Alright, I will head on over."

"You sound out of breath. Did you just get home?"

"I was always home, hur hur, but I went for a run just now."

"Why don't I go over to your place instead? You can choose where to meet. It's up to you."

"It's fine. I would like to take a look at your publishing house, too. Send me your address, and I will drive over."

After hanging up, he received a message with the address. Zhang Ye took a quick shower to wash off his sweat and then drove to the location.

......

North Chinese Youth and Children's Publishing House.

The headquarters was in Beijing, but the place was a bit out of the way, with it not being in the city’s center.

On the way there, Zhang Ye went online on his phone to check out the publishing house. He found out that there were many youth and children's publishing houses in the country, but none of them only published reading materials for youths or children. Some even did not publish such materials, but instead dealt with traditional novels or web novels. That had nothing to do with "youths" or "children" at all.

In the lobby.

Zhang Ye finally found the building and walked in.

Just as he was walking to the front desk reception, Zhang Ye was immediately recognized by the young lady seated there. She said to him, "Teacher Zhang Ye, you came? I'll take you upstairs."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the young lady said as she led him to the 3rd floor.

Knocking on the door, she then opened it and walked in. "Editor-in-Chief Zhang, Teacher Zhang Ye is here."

That person stood up to welcome him, smiling with his outstretched hand, "How are you, Teacher Zhang? We are family; both of us are Zhangs. My name is Zhang Lu. I have heard of you for a long time now." From his voice, this was likely the middle aged-man who had spoken with him over the phone just now.

Zhang Ye shook his hand, "It's all infamy."

Hearing his self-deprecating tone, Zhang Lu said, "That's not true; you have helped Father Wei seek justice. Anyone who knows about it will give you the thumbs up. How could they fire you?" Zhang Lu laughed, "They let a treasure like you slip away. It's so laughable." This was rather true, and it was also Zhang Lu's opinion. If Zhang Ye was from his publishing firm, even if he had created so much trouble, the firm would fight to keep him since Zhang Ye's intentions were good in the first place. They had already heard of the extremely good sales of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and his other fairy tales. Who wouldn't fight to keep such a cash cow?

Of course, you cannot compare apples to oranges. After all, a publishing firm and a television station were very different. Profits were now the main concern for publishing firms, as political publications had decreased. For television stations, who earned money from ratings and advertising sponsorship, they were much focused on political implications, so their industries were different.

There were about 3 to 4 other people in the room.

Zhang Lu introduced them to Zhang Ye one by one. They were people of both sexes, all employees of the publishing firm.

After the introductions, Zhang Ye sat down, "About the compilation, I don't really understand or know why you would like to publish them. There will not be enough pages, right?"

Zhang Lu smiled. "There will be enough. We will have illustrations as well."

"Illustrations?" Zhang Ye said, "Would that help much?"

"There will also be translations and sentence analysis. A poem will take up to 3 to 4 pages; one page of illustration, another one to two pages of analysis. But of course, the analysis would not be written by us. We wouldn't dare to because no one can claim to understand all of your works. This would be better left to the author. The same would go for the couplets. Two to three couplets would appear on each page and we would be able to come up with a compilation without problems," said Zhang Lu.

Zhang Ye pondered for a moment, "The explanation is not a problem, but.. isn't the amount of content still lacking?" He felt that it was just to bolster the page count.

A youth at the back said, "It's not little at all. Even if we take one of your poems and make a book out of it, no one would dare to say a thing, let alone having so many of your works in the book. "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" and "Tribute to the White Poplar", with their words enlarged a little, will easily be able to take up 7 to 8 pages."

F**k!

How big would the words have to be then!

But Zhang Ye himself wanted to publish a book, too. Firstly, there was his fame to consider. Secondly, it was to maintain his popularity. Thirdly, whether it be for money or Reputation points, he could also do with some extra money.

Finally, it came to the point of them discussing about the price.

They would buy all his copyright for 400,000 Yuan!

This was already quite a high price. After all, a literary compilation was not a novel. It was not as popular with the masses as entertainment material like novels. Only some cultural hipsters would buy it, hence the price naturally could not compare with "Ghost Blows Out the Light", and could only be about the same price as the children's fairy tales. And if no comparison was made with novels, compared to other pure literary works or compilations of other authors, the price for Zhang Ye's compilation was definitely much higher than theirs.

There was no reason to wonder why!

It was because every piece of Zhang Ye's works were too popular!

With the negotiations settled and the contract drawn up, Zhang Lu and Zhang Ye shook hands once again, "We had a good time working together. Thank you for trusting our publication house. Leave the publishing and promotional matters to us. With your reputation and fame in Beijing, the sales will definitely not be low." With a pause, he said, "About the analysis of the poems..."

Zhang Ye said, "I'll write it when I get home. I'll pass it to you tomorrow."

Zhang Lu extremely liked Zhang Ye's straightforwardness and his high efficiency, as he said, "Alright, then I'll count on your hard work. Actually doing so in a month would do. After all, analysis work is not something trivial. Oh, and there's also something. We might need a preface or prologue, or some overall introduction to the poetry compilation."

Zhang Ye blinked, "Preface?"

Zhang Lu nodded, "Right. Write anything that comes to your mind. It preferably resonates with the poetry compilation's contents. If the first page began with the poetry compilation, it would feel like something is lacking. What say you?"

"Alright." Zhang Ye asked, "Do you have a pen?"

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up, "Are you writing it now? Good! Of course there is!"

The people behind him all knew that it wasn't easy for someone to witness Zhang Ye creating a work on the spot. They were very happy and excited, "Why don't you use a brush? If that's the case, we can directly use your words for the cover or preface. It will feel better than using computer fonts."

Zhang Lu agreed, "Right. What a good idea. I heard that Teacher Zhang's words are pretty good."

"Sure," Zhang Ye did not mind.

A youth quickly prepared it. A minute later, he came back with an ink stick and took the initiative to grind the ink for Zhang Ye.

"I'll take the pictures." A woman took out a camera and took a few pictures from the side and front. She included the Editor-in-Chief, Zhang Lu, too. In the future, they could also use it in promotional materials. Then the woman focused the camera and waited to take a picture of Teacher Zhang Ye writing.

Preface?

It had to match the content?

His literary compilation definitely needed his own thoughts and values.

Thinking of the death written of in "My Confession" and "Prisoner's Song", and then thinking of the existence in "A Generation" and "Tribute to the White Poplar"...

Zhang Ye lifted his brush and wrote a preface on the calligraphy paper.

"Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves — Zhang Ye."


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

washington post columnist\poor mans feast shares the intimate and fascinating story of her alternately loving, turbulent, and toxic relationship with her mother.growing up in 1970s forest hills, queens the only child of a publishing executive father and a former model and nightclub singer mother,the author was sent conflicting messages.while her mother rita critiqued her daughters weight,clothing and overall appearance her father treated her to lunches at upscale restaurants and bought her a tweed sweet and oversized coat. Altman adored her parents who divorced after 16 years of marriage. but was neverthless troubled by their idiosynctasies particularly those of her mother a narcissistic woman who was addicted to purchasing and applying make up and obsessed with weight persistently urging altman to slim down get her highlights done,and be more like her.altmans relationships with other, meanwhile, would only highten her mothers competitive nature. she disapprived of altmans friends  friends and lover is jealous of her relationship with altmans father and is irritated like lemon in a paper cut by altmans graphic designer wife susan, even after 19 years. throught out her life altman struggles to balance devotion to her mother with the need to maintain boundaries her her own self preservation all of which comes to a moment of clarity with altman decides to have children.
Altmans memoir is an incusive look at complex mother daughter attachments.




Thank you🤗

So among all that .. have you ever seen him using his powers..?" Asked Victor ignoring the frustration and anger in her voice... Cynthia pinched his thigh to stop him from speaking further.  But he ignored .. after all the pain he face while doing work and training.. her pinch is nothing more but s feather touch to him.
When Valerie thought that they would sympathize with her, his brother totally forgot about her and infact just asked about the mission.. who was she kidding."! She already knew he was only worried about it... She glared at him with a murderous aura and replied through gritted teeth "He is not a fool!" Mockery was clear in her words..
"Calm down.. she is right.. would we use our powers in public or front of strangers.. then why would he?" Cynthia replied holding both of them at their place " now we have two options either create a circumstance where he is forced to use his powers or after talking to our families we can confide him.. its not like we are his enemies.. if he is the prince then we are his family and if not you could always manipulate his memory" she replied shrugging her shoulders. "Anyways you told me you also have some information about him" she asked Looking at Victor
"Oh yes... Since police has data of almost every person and events.. I tried to check the records but nothing came Leo and Adam were never did anything related to police so as their families... But since they are one of the richest people here... I tried to check old events in government system and old newspapers events records.. much more information is available on net and old newspapers... So as in government records... Witch or not Leo is one damn amazing but scary guy.." he said with admiration in his eyes..
"Leo Smith father's name, will smith, mother's name, Maria Smith. It is not clear how but his father died before his birth. His mother is running his father's and her husband's together forever restaurant... they are not poor but neither rich... But had enough to live a comfortable life easily but Leo remain disturbed because of her mother... Although I didn't get any pictures but it is said that her mother was damn beautiful and young.. and in restaurant every type of customer came.. so she gets insulted or commented sometimes... You know... So at the age of 13he had a fight with a group of rogues because of that.. after that he left his studies... Her mother tried to persuade him many a times.. his school records show that his name was admitted and removed three times because of the same reason... But at last he left his studies, sold all her mother jewelry... Put restaurant on mortgage and took loan.. God know how he got permission.. but he made a great proposal of making an underwater hotel at that time... Although people got amazed but most of them were skeptical about it.. because technology was not developed here at that time... And it is said that he didn't even hired any professionals for the whole project... His mother worked on menu and hiring staff, he worked on interiors, Adam and his mother worked on architecture and his father's company took the job of construction...  They only hired menial workers and semi skilled and trained them... Many thought that it would be a waste... But he did wonder...  He created a unique hotel and that at seven star.. within few years he paid the loan back... The hotel is not only famous for being underwater but because of its unique furniture and designs.. people think the theme would be simple or aquatic but it's never that simple... He designed the rooms in three designs.. honeymoon.. children and executive... He designed room on fairy theme, forest theme. And I don't remember much detail but his pictures got publishing in international magazines... The whole plan, designs and execution is done by him.. with its profits and taking further loans he started opening theme parks, restaurants and hotels  for each income level.. from simple middle class to high nobles... Not only that soon he opened hotels and resorts in other cities and countries also... Right now he has seventy five hotels, sixty resorts and hunted and twenty restaurants. He even got tax subsidies due to always using semi skilled employees as preference and increasing employment level... And improving economy.. he even got invited in various interiors and management school for lecture.  And he graduated through online classes.. at the age of twenty five years he is known as the richest self made man... Leo's den and together restaurant is managed personally by him.. rest are under his executives..
From government to Underworld he has ties everywhere... Manny are trying to fix their daughters marriage to him but due to so much work and private study he is not as socialising man and that is fulfilled by his Friend Adam... He is a jolly person but it's all a facade... he talks friendly and manipulate people... good in cracking deals... knows all the people around.. many work under him as informants... like he is his own walking detective agency and Jews channel.... As a profession he is lawyer, but due to family business and Leo.. he is working in hotels and managing is own mall... His mother and Leo's father are siblings.. his family supported Leo's mother a lot...." 
"But is there no information about his father's death?" Asked Cynthia intrigued...

[Hey readers.... Please do comment to tell me how do you find my story... Anything you want to see... Like characters... Places.... Scene anything... Or want to advise me... Also please do vote... My collection are very low... If you like my story even a bit please do vote and suggest your friends... Thank you for your love and support...]

She was the messenger of God, sent on earth to end the war between human and the witch realm and bring the peace back.
But she did more than that, she fell in love with the price of the witch realm. But the problem was she had to return.
As the phoenix was not supposed to fall in love with earthly beings.
He became her shadow on earth, but for her, he was her lifeline now. At last she did what she had to do, rebel against heaven and got banished from there. But what she didn't know that “love could bring the end of immortal beings too”
But she would rise from her ashes again to burn everyone who was part of the conspiracy and claim what was hers.
In the 21 century
For the past 21 years, the king of the witch realm was trying to find his lost prince through the blood trekker spell. And finally, he found him when the seal was broken.
But the search opened the door or many more hidden secrets of past centuries.
*****
An arrogant CEO who thinks the world was his, but beyond this facade, there was a lonely person who was trying to fight his demons.
 
A bubbly and mischievous heroine who believed in an eye for an eye. Let's see how much havoc she would create in the CEO's life.  
He was the lost prince and she was here to find him. But they both were unaware of the betrayals, and schemes waiting for them. Would their love survive or their dream would be lost.
Come and join the journey of love, betrayal, loyalty and magical war of witches and wizards with a dip of past lives.

THE COVER IS NOT MINE, OWNER CAN CLAIM IT ANY MOMENT.

Shin Jie Jie usually woke up after ten in the morning. As an author, her concentration was the best at night, so she developed the habit to work until late and sleep in until noon. Now that one of her books has proven itself to be a bestseller on the weekly trending charts of the nationwide magazine "The Weekly", she behaved even more leisurely than a cat - sleeping and eating all day. Yes, she took a break from work. 

All that hard work and those sleepless nights had finally paid off for her. The publishing company had even mentioned negotiations with an entertainment company that wanted to buy the rights to her book. As she woke up and went to the small kitchen to make coffee, she couldn't hold back and give her newest book, "When the Thread came Undone", a hug and a kiss. 

"My lovely child, you've grown so much." If someone else would hear her right now, they would surely get the creeps, listening to her laughing and giggling.

Suddenly the phone rang. It was Mari, an illustrator and one of her best friends. 

"Mari, what's up?" In a good mood, Jie Jie answered her phone. 

"JIE JIE!" A female voice screamed on the other side, making her automatically shrink away from the phone. 

"What's with you? Is your favourite boy band in the city?" She asked quizzically. The last time her friend was this emotional was because that group made of testosterone came to the vicinity. 

"I tried to reach you the whole morning!" The other voice seemed totally exhausted and ignored all of Jie Jie's questions. "Have you logged in to NovelsOnline?" 

"What, NovelsOnline? No, I'm taking a break from writing." 

"Go online! NOW! I am waiting!" 

"Gosh, what's with you today?" 

"JIE JIE! NOW!" 

Of course, all that mysterious behaviour would also make her curious. Why was Mari so strange today? She took her cup of freshly brewed coffee and went to her work station. I didn't take long for her laptop to start since it was always on stand by. She logged into the main interface and opened the browser. While she was manoeuvring the mouse to click on the short cut that would lead her to NovelsOnline, she took a sip from her mug - just to turn it into a coughing fit. 

"What the hell..." she murmured in between teary eyes from all the coughing. "What did you do, Mari?" 

"What? No! That's what I wanted to ask you! How did you do that!" Mari threw the ball back into Jie Jie's field. 

On the main site of NovelsOnline was the picture of two handsome men in a very promiscuous pose with clothes slightly undone. It wasn't anything special if you know what Boys Love was, but the thing that shocked Jie Jie was the fact that Mari drew this. It was the cover of Jie Jie's online novel which Mari would occasionally illustrate to enhance the quality. 

Slowly Jie Jie began to slowly take in the news and comprehend the situation. 

First, her novel was featured on the main page! 

Second, it ranked number one in terms of fan support!!  

Third, who the heck is this 'Emperor of Heaven'??? 

The more she tried to understand the situation she got herself in, the less she understood. Mari kept talking excitedly, but Jie Jie had already put down the phone, not listening anymore. She had opened her on-site messages. There were massive amounts of fan notices, private messages to congratulate or to curse her or people just wanted to be funny. She ignored all of them and went straight to the system notices. A few said she gained access to the VVIP Author Lounge. And one of them was as follows: 

>> Congratulations Author Jie^2, 

The Emperor of Heaven has Blessed You! You gained 1 Million Blessings!

We encourage you to keep up the good work!

- NovelsOnline << 

This was a standard message when you usually received a 'Worship' by fans. But what the hell is a Blessing now and who is this 'Emperor of Heaven'? Is this a new feature? How come there was no announcement about this new feature? And how much is an actual Million of Blessings worth? Enough to get to number one? Or is this a bug? Yes, must be a bug, and her story was the only one receiving those Blessings, making her jump into number one! This must be it! 

"I have to report this bug, can't let this story stay on the front page for long. It will only attract unwanted attention..." 

Can't let people see it. Boys Love stories rarely graze the front page. If this keeps up, all those stuck up people will come and harass her. She doesn't want to deal with haters. Homosexuality was still frowned upon in this country and during some instances still regarded as a crime. 

Her phone rang again, this time it was an unknown number. 

"I'm sorry Mari, I got another call, it must be the publishing company. I will call you back later, ok?" 

"Huh? Wait, Jie Jie, what about NovelsOnline! It's ONE MILL...!" 

Before Mari could say 'One Million Dollar', she was hung up on. 

"Yes, this is Shin Jie Jie speaking." 

Jie Jie changed her tone in lightning speed to that of a business voice. She had awaited a call from the publishing firm for some time now, sooner or later they would set a date for her to meet the entertainment company that will buy the rights to her book. She has to meet up with them and talk about the conditions. Being the mother of her child, she has to make sure that they would treat it with due respect and not butcher it to fit onto the screen. As an author herself, she felt her heart bleeding whenever a book's content get twisted by the screenwriters until nothing of the original remains. 

"G-good morning... Author J-Jie?" A nervous voice spoke up. 

Jie Jie twisted her eyebrows. This guy doesn't sound like the people from the publishing firm. 

"Scammer?" She murmured. 

"N-No! Author Jie, h-how could you s-say that!" The voice seemed to break out in tears. He was just nervous, okay? He seldom made phone calls, and this one was worth a million dollars! The more he tried to sound professional, the more he stuttered, this was so embarrassing, no one was taking him seriously... that man yesterday even enslaved him, making him work through the night! He cried, but no tears came out.

"Author, no, Miss Jie! My name is J-Justin Wang! I am a representa-ta-tive of NovelsOnline!" 

"Ah, how considerate of you. I was about to contact you!" 

Jie Jie thought he was calling about the bug. That would explain why he kept calling her 'Jie'. Jie² was her username. It was short for Jie Jie. He must not have heard her when she introduced herself. 
The bug was annoying, although she would get a lot of attention through this incident. Being on the front page was free advertising for her book, and many authors would never get that chance, no matter how hard they tried. There must have been some new fans as well as haters. As long as the website doesn't want money for the advertising, she was actually very forgiving of this bug. 

"Oh! You must have seen it already! That's great!" Justin Wang was delighted. This woman seems easy to talk to, and she sounded so enthusiastic. She must be overly delighted over the amount of sponsorship she has gotten. Ah, thank goodness, things are going to go well from now on.

"Then we await good cooperation with you!" 

"Then I hope you deal with the bug soon!" 

"...?" 

"...?" 

"Eh? Cooperation?" 

"Eh? Bug?" 

Both parties spoke at the same time and were instantly deep in thought. They had to take a break to process the words of the other.

"Wait, Mr. Wang, what are you saying? Isn't this related to the bug?" 

"What bug? I am calling because of your novel 'The President and I'." 

"Yes, isn't it a bug that my novel was labelled number one and got featured on the front page?"

"There is no bug..." 

Justin Wang began to sweat profusely. But he felt her: yesterday he had the same thoughts when the system sent him a message that someone dropped one million dollars on just one novel. A novel about a homosexual relationship nonetheless. Rich people are indeed excentric and fearless. 

But Justin Wang wasn't the only one who started to respirate. Shin Jie Jie also felt that something wasn't right. She began to walk around in her apartment, trying to see if there were hidden cameras somewhere. Maybe her friends are playing a prank on her? Perhaps she was filmed by that gameshow 'LMAO' right now? 

"Then what is all this about, I don't understand." 

"Miss Jie, haven't you seen the messages? Someone gave you a donation of one Million yesterday. Since then, your story was featured on all our lists, it actually is the highest prized story in the history of online novels right now. We even got inquiries from the press over this matter. Congratulations!" 

After finding out that the author was stunned as he was, Justin Wang suddenly felt a lot more relaxed and gained some of his self-confident back. He had thought people had gotten insane these days. 

"Wait, wait, wait!" Jie Jie couldn't believe what she just heard. Someone seriously gave her a donation of one Million? "What Million? A Million of what? Potatoes?" Her head spun, but she couldn't see the big picture.

"One Million Blessings, of course! Oh, right, they were called Worships before, but we changed it yesterday, it's a long story... *sigh* oh, no, I'm losing tracks... I wanted to say that Blessings are the same as Worships now. You must have known of our donation program? We just changed the name.. and some titles... *cough* It took us all night to change the donation feature. It wasn't easy coming up with some cool title that could match a Million, you know...?" 

Justin Wang seemed to lost track of the main topic the longer he talked. Somehow it sounded like he was complaining a lot but why would he complain to her? What's gotten it all to do with her? 

Jie Jie tried to pick out the important message out of that messy rant. 

"So you're saying, one Blessing has the same value as one Worship? You just changed the name? One Worship was one Dollar, so you're trying to say that..." 

Jie Jie had to gulp down hard. 

"You're saying that someone sent me a Million Dollars?!" 

Camera! Where are the goddamn cameras!! Omigosh! No way! 

"Uhm... of course, some of that money will be taken by NovelsOnline as a managing fee, as stated in our terms of service, which you've a-already agreed to when you decided to upload the contents of your story on our s-site. B-But since you are an outstanding author, we would like to offer you an i-individual contract that is cut to your needs. Uhm.. I assure you that we won't slight you. And we will even cut down on the managing fees as we want to establish a l-long term partnership with you, Author Jie." 

"A personal contract?" 

Shin Jie Jie's sixth sense suddenly told her that something was off. 

"Y-yes... the sponsor has explicitly mentioned that from now on they want regular updates on at least a daily basis, 5 thousand words at least." Justin Wang's voice became smaller and smaller the more terms he counted. "Also, they wish for a sequel, a prequel, and at least two spin-offs." 

Once Yang Yun had gotten into the car, his head cleared and started to work again. When he talked to Justin Wang, he was back to his usual self already. As Michael Yang, the President of YNG Entertainment, how could he just casually spend 1 Million Dollars without squeezing out every drop of advantage that was entitled to him? For a Million, this rotten author has to pay an equal prize. He was still generous since he didn't regard them equally to his business deals, or else there wouldn't even be a bone left. 

"What the..." But Jie Jie had no time to ask what kind of bullshit was happening right now. 

"Also, there will be a fan meeting that you have to attend. Your publishing rights will automatically be claimed by the sponsor. He will keep himself the opportunity to make as many physical copies as needed and if that happens, you will have to sign them all." 

"..." 

"Miss Jie, I know this is rather new for you, but I assure you that we will guide you thoroughly through every one of these points in detail. There are also some smaller points regarding your improvement and future p-performance, but we will discuss this personally.... Miss Jie... Miss Jie... Are you still l-listening?" 

"I'm sorry, Sir, you must have gotten the wrong number." *clack*

And thus, Jie Jie hung up.

The young and just approved bestseller author and journalist Shin Jie Jie is writing Boys Love stories for fun in her free time and puts them online to share with likeminded fangirls. Because it's not her bread and butter, she takes her sweet and leisure time to upload — much to the despair of her fans. 

Since the propaganda of same-sex relationships is still frowned upon and even prohibited in some areas of life in this country, few authors would dare pursue this genre if they wanted to gain fame or make money. So even if she uses an alias and thus was unknown, her superior style soon stood out and pulled over a steady stream of fans. 

One of those fans is the much-spoiled young miss of YNG Entertainment, Catherine Yang. 
As a vivid fan of Shin Jie Jie's online novel, she is waiting night and day for an update - fruitlessly. 

Flowing into a fit of rage, she attracted the attention of her brother, Michael Yang, who then proceeded to take matters into his own hands. 

If his sister wants to read, of course, the author has to write! How dare you slack off, rotten author! 

When Shin Jie Jie logged in the next day, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her novel was on the front page, number one hit! It's glory putting all the other stories miles behind. 

'Highest Supported Online Novel of all Time'!!!??? 

'Number One Sponsorship'!!!??? 

'The Emperor of Heaven has Blessed You'!!!??? 

WTH??? Who is this Emperor of Heaven? She has never heard of him before?

Shin Jie Jie was slapped left and right by all the zeroes behind that unholy sum of 'Blessing'. This so-called Emperor was just a scoundrel! 

Fans: Mighty author, we await mass releases! A rain of paid chapters! We want the whole book! A spin-off! And a sequel! +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1.....



Author Jie Jie: "Which rotten child stole their rich parent's credit card! Come out! I swear not to spank you! Come here, let me teach you the value of money!" 

Big Brother Yang: "Slaves to money should better shut up and work!" 

Little Sister Yang: "Mighty author, I am your biggest fan! Please marry my brother!" 

Little does our Main Couple know that enemies will always meet on a narrow path. 

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A funny read, a slow romance, a power couple, lot's of sweet moments, pretty much a happy ending. Sprinkled with gayness on top. I wish you a happy time reading! 

For every Spirit Stone, the author will send you a silent blessing ✨

Chapters are unedited until the end of WPC. After WPC I will edit them, at least for grammatical errors and typos. Any constructive advice is welcome!

Cover: The girl is drawn by Dadachyo, an amazing artist! Do check out their work and give them lots of love! As to the guy, I have no idea, do enlighten me, so I can give credit!

Jeff, owner of the italian restaurant, discovered that for several days, Eric had changed. He was no longer distracted or in a daze, he became wholly spirited. When he entertained the guests he was no longer as awkward as before and he would also occasionally casually joke with them, Jeff even once saw him skillfully tease a thirty-year-old lady on her hippie accent, and get three times the average tip as a reward.
 
"Eric, did something happen recently, you seem very… different ?" During a break once, Jeff could finally not resist and asked. Regarding his old friend's child, he cared very much.
 
"Is it that obvious ?"  Eric asked, somewhat taken aback.
 
Jeff laughed: "It's written all over your face."
 
"It might be because I found a goal. You know people, once they have something they want to do, they'll become more driven."
 
"Oh, what goal ? Do you mind telling me ?"
 
"Of course not,"  Eric replied: "I have decided to become a director. I was writing my first script recently, it will be finished in two days."  (TL: Okay so I know it's confusing since he said scriptwriter in the previous chapter, he's basically talking about his ultimate goal, not the one he will start with. And the matter of the script is explained further down.)
 
"Become… a director ?"  Jeff was somewhat surprised, he subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to remind him to not aim too high at the beginning, but then he remembered that this child was still mourning his father and swallowed his words.
 
Despite his looks, Eric had maintained his middle-aged mind, so witnessing Jeff's reaction, he just smiled indifferently. After all, this was Hollywood, every year thousands of people came here from all over the world to pursue their dreams in the movie industry, but the successfull were few, so Jeff's reaction was to be expected.
 
"That… When you have finished writing your script,  you can show me. You have to know that in the past I also once wanted to be an actor, well my appearance was not what it is today,"  Jeff patted his large belly and continued: "In the past I was very handsome. I even played a small role in The Godfather, you know. Time flies."
 
Eric was somewhat stunned, he would have never thought that Jeff had such a past, but he quickly composed himself. This was Hollywood after all, in this world's largest movie factory, nothing was impossible. Stallone had even starred in The Italian Stallion. (TL: NSFW movie for those who don't know.)
 
"No problem, when the time comes you can help me by making comments." Eric replied so that Jeff would feel more at ease about this whole ordeal and he could also use external reader's point of view.
 
Although  Eric had already revised this 1988 script as much as possible, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no flaws. As an outsider, Jeff could better help him find loopholes.
 
The two of them chatted for a while. As several guests entered the dining room, Eric hastily went forward to greet them.
 
After a day of work, Eric quickly went home, had his supper in a hurry, and proceeded to busy himself with the Jurassic Park novel and script.
 
The Jurassic Park novel was basically done, and it was time for the final proofreading. Eric planned to send photocopies to several publishing houses tomorrow. For the script however,  he had only written the outline as there were still several points that needed to be worked on. Eric had it all planned out in his mind so he only needed two days to sort things out.
 
He left home the next morning at around 7:00 am, to make several Jurassic Park copies and mail them. He had noted down the addresses of some famous North American publishing houses ahead of time, even if these large-scale publishing houses rejected Eric's draft, he would not be disappointed. It must be known that North America had tens of thousands of large and small publishing houses alike, somebody would eventually take a liking to his novel. Although Jurassic Park once rushed to the New York Times bestseller list, it wasn't technically Eric's goal, what he wanted was to own the copyrights for the movie as well as the TV rights once the novel was published.
 
"Hello, what can I do for you ?" Just as he stepped into the printing shop, a somewhat thin black female clerk warmly welcomed him.
 
Eric pulled out the manuscript from his bag: "I would like to make a few copies of this."
 
As the black girl looked at the thick stack of paper, her eyes lit up slightly and the smile on her face grew brighter: "Sir, can I take a look ?"
 
"No problem." Eric handed over the manuscript.
 
The black girl did not pay attention to the content, but counted the number of pages: "There's more than 300 pages, but I'll count it as 300. A full copy of the manuscript would be 30 US dollars, how many copies would you like sir ?"
 
30 US dollars ! Eric's mouth twitched slightly, he sighed at how expensive that was. He only had a few hundred dollars left and that was after asking for his month's salary in advance.
 
After bargaining back and forth, they finally settled on the price of one hundred US dollars for four copies. Once the money was payed, the black girl politely gave Eric a cup of coffee, then took the manuscript and began copying.
 
Eric held his cup of coffee in a bored manner as he looked at the black girl operating the machine. It would probably be done in half an hour and wouldn't in the way of his waiting job. Although it only gets busy after 10 at the restaurant and even if he knew that Jeff would definitely not deduct his wages even if he was late, friendship was friendship, and work was work. Eric was aware that if he wanted to maintain his current relationship with Jeff, he shouldn't slack off.
 
About ten minutes later, the printing shop entrance darkened a little. Eric looked up and saw a brown-haired white man carrying a bag stepping into the shop.
 
The man was about 40 years old and one meter seventy in height. In spite of this, he appeared very sturdy, sported a brown stubble, had an aquiline nose and wore gold-rimmed eyeglasses. His forehead was slightly bald and his entire person was exuding a gentle feeling.
 
"Welcome sir, can you wait a minute ?"
 
The brown haired man gently nodded and politely greeted Eric as he sat down next to him. The black girl temporarily stopped the work at hand and quickly poured a cup of coffe to the newly arrived guest: "Sir, I will be done with the other customer in about ten minutes, please accept this coffee in the meantime."
 
The man thanked her as he received the cup. His eyes followed the black girl as she manipulated what seemed to be manuscript and his eyes moved slightly. There were only three people in the shop and he couldn't help but look at Eric.
 
"If I might be so bold as to ask, is that manuscript yours ?"
 
Eric nodded: "Yes, it's a novel I just finished. I'm making several copies."
 
"You look like a high-school student, it's really impressive for someone your age."
 
"Thank you, this is actually my first novel, so I don't have that much confidence."
 
"No, one must believe in one's self. … Would you mind me reading it ?" Saying that the brown-haired man pulled out a business card and gave it to Eric: "I have a small publishing house, you see."
 
Eric received the name card and took a look:
Michael Klaus, "The Night Elves" Publishing House Manager.
Eric's eyebrows jumped , thankfully it's not Michael Crichton. Eric couldn't help but scold the westerners' lack of creative names. He remembered that in Eric's high school, there were already two guys called Jake, and two girls called Jessica, and that was in his grade alone. If you considered the whole school, the students with the same name were many. Some didn't even bother giving their children a proper name, Robert Downey had only lazily added "Jr." next to his son's.
 
Anyway, letting the man look wouldn't do any harm so Eric gave him a freshly photocopied version. The opposite party received it and looked at the book's title: "Jurassic Park, very interesting name."
 
Eric faintly smiled but did not say anything. Michael Klaus also didn't comment any further and started to read. The more he read, the more Michael's casual look gradually became serious. Although he had just praised Eric, but taking his age into account, he didn't think that such a youngster could write anything worth mentioning. In his past business dealings, those best-selling authors were almost all men full of experience and their knowledge was as vast as the sea.
After quickly and carefully reading the manuscript in hand, Michael earnestly reorganized the somewhat scattered and in disordered pages as he looked at Eric. His eyes were full of surprise, excitement, and determination.
 
"Young man, can you tell me your name ?"
 
"Eric Williams." Eric wasn't a hypocritical person so he truthfully answered. With his past life experience, there was no way he wouldn't understand the change in Michael's expression. Although he didn't plan to give Jurassic Park to a small publishing house, but getting acquainted with Michael Klaus wouldn't do any harm. If Jurassic Park got rejected by these well-known publishing houses, he would at least have a backup plan.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

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