अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

Hey guys! I am Math457 and I just want to introduce myself to all of you guys. I am a girl and I love to write books and novels. I used to be only on Wattpad but one of you guys messaged me to come to this app as well and now I have. If you're on Wattpad, make sure to follow me there as well. My username on Wattpad is Math457. I write stories for all ages. I like to write stories about things you can do when your bored, horror books, funny stories, and more. Also, I am also going to be writing some books in Urdu/Hindi with English captions. I am so happy to be on this app. I hope you guys are all safe and I know that times are tough right now and trust me we will get through this. Please stay in your homes and only go out if it is mandatory. Remember, Work together today for a better tomorrow. I hope you guys will enjoy my books and I can't wait to write to you guys. Also, what should I call my followers? #Math457fam, #mathlovers, #Math, or #Unicorns? Let me know. First-person to comment gets a shout out.

{{{{ Hello everyone, before start reading, you should know that this is my 1st online story writing. I know i made some mistakes, so don't stop reading, tell me where i make mistake and i try to amend them.. An other thing, my native language is not English, it's URDU.. it take some time to stop this kind of mistakes, and i do my best to solve this issue,,, MY HUMBLE APOLOGIES TO READER, if you guys don't understand about  anything you just comment me, i try my best to satisfy you. THANK YOU for reading this. }}}


But why my father is self-made because people say they doesn't like the arrogance of my grandfather so he start to develop his own company which know as 'Zori pasha Firms'  which is best amongst best in the country. my father's yearly income is more then the of my 1st uncle 3rd uncle and the 4th aunt. Its not compare to the pasha family income but its consider the top in the country.                                   To show my grandfather that his son is capable without pasha family support but after all this my grandfather don't show interest in my father success. Look at this father decided to separate to himself to the pasha family business.

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8 Words That Confirm That Urdu is the Language of Love

By Ishq Team 
Posted on: 08/09/17

 

 

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Urdu words are strangely familiar yet foreign at the same time. Some of us feel Urdu more than we understand it. When we hear "jiski zubah Urdu ki tarah", we immediately get pulled to the idea of that person, we feel the connection to "kuch toh hai tujhse rābta", even before we've Googled rābta and known what it means. Our tongue tastes Urdu, before the mind registers it, and that is the beauty of our relationship with this language.

From reverberating cries for freedom to hushed proclamations of eternal love, Urdu manages to give sense to all with equal finesse and precision. Especially in matters of the heart, we keep running to Urdu to help us communicate our fragile, most vulnerable thoughts.

Here's a list of 8 Urdu words that can help you express your feelings of love to the last nuance:

1. Uns – infatuation

Aankhon ne kuchh aise chhua, halka halka uns hua
Halka halka uns hua, dil ko mehsoos hua

Gulzar sahib had painted the full spectrum of love with Satrangi re, and one of the colours that he had deftly used was Uns. The word that's more breath than sound – treads lightly on our hearts, and makes it spring with the vibrancy of youth.

2. Qurbat – closeness

tū qarīb aa.e to qurbat kā yuuñ iz.hār karūñ
aa.ina sāmne rakh kar tirā dīdār karūñ

When you read Nida Fazli write tu qarib aae to qurbat ka yun izhaar karun, there's no way you won't feel the longing to be close to your loved one. This two syllable word brings conjures that much electricity in the air.

3. Ba-dastoor – unaltered

Kismat ko hai yeh manzoor kya keeje
Milte rahe hum badastoor kya keeje

Sayeed Qadri had penned, and Arijit Singh had crooned, and we had all lost our hearts once again. In a world driven by change, ba-dastoor stands as a lone warrior, giving refuge to whoever's seeking stability.

4. Muntazir – awaiting

Main yahaan hoon muntazir
Tum wahaan ho bekhabar

Muntazir has ache wrapped in its imagery. No word can capture the power and powerlessness of waiting for the special someone like it does.

5. Justajoo – quest

Tere bin sooni sooni hain ankhiyaan
Tere bin lamha lamha hain sadiyaan

Whether it's Jibananda Das writing in his quest for Bonolota Sen, or Roop Kumar Rathod, looking for his saaware, the essence of justajoo lives beyond space and time

6. Iztiraar – Helpless

hairat-farosh-e-sad-nigarānī hai iztirār
sar-rishta chāk-e-jeb kā tār-e-nazar hai aaj

Feeling helpless and powerless by the power of love is like a drug that they don't sell over the counter. Iztiraar sings this tune beautifully in our ears.

7. Shiddat –Intensity

Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai …
ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai

The universe aligns for shiddat indeed. Nothing but love inspires such devotion and conviction, and no word other than shiddat does justice to that intensity.

8. Rashk-e-Qamar – Envy of the moon

Mere rashke qamar
Tune pehli nazar jab nazar se milaayi maza aagaya

We'd just come through the portal and finally made it to the underworld. But it was different from where I thought it would be. Indeed I had imagined this place as a dead place with no vegetation except that it was all the opposite. There is vegetation, lava streams to replace the water and a blazing sun. As I was looking around, Satan started talking to me.
Satan: "Astonished by what you see.
Me: Not that I had imagined the place a little more dead, which is not conducive to the life of living beings, but it seems to me that it is the opposite.
Satan: Yes, our habitat is not as bad as we think, the only negative thing is the air.
Me: Air? I started to breathe and I didn't notice anything strange.
Satan: This air is harmful to all beings who were not born in the underworld.
Me: What would happen if someone came without having the smell of hell.
Satan: He would be hunted by all monsters.
Me: Does this still have something to do with the Creator?
Satan: Yes, that is why we never go on a plane that does not belong to us, because we risk being chased away.
Me: Since you just said that we can stay in this place if we have the smell of a being from hell, does that mean that I won't be able to see my family anymore.
Satan: Yes, you are now a being from the underworld but don't worry, you will be able to come back, but for that, you will have to become powerful enough so we can not detect that you are someone from Hell.
Me: How long? How long will it take me to be more powerful?
Satan: Since you now have some of my powers and abilities that and you are something that has never been born before, it will take you about 1000 years.
Me: 1,000 years? It's too much time.
Satan: Maybe in Urdu but here if you stay 1000 years it will only be 50 years in Urdu and that's not much time - most living things would take several thousand years. Me: All right, but what does my training consist of?
Author: My character is really going to spend 1000 years in hell and of course there will be leaps in time. Why am I doing this? Because in too many novels of cultivation the mc is in too much of a hurry and refuses to train for so long and I thought it was kinda bad.
Satan: I will now explain to you what your training and your new way of becoming more powerful is all about.
Me: I am listening to you.
Satan: Basically you should have become more powerful by opening the 8 doors that are in your body except that you had to have a human form for this.
Me: Does that mean I will have a human form?
Satan: No, you will not have a human form, but half a human form.
Me: Half-human? Can you explain all this to me?
Satan: Very simple, if you take on human form, you will still have your scales and tail. You'll never be a human being.
Me: It is better to have this body because I will be able to attack with my tail and my scales will protect me. Now how can I become more powerful?
Satan: I was about to come to this if you look at your body you now have a second heart and your inner world has changed. But that's not the most important thing.
Me: What is this more important thing?
Satan (showed my body): The tattoos that are on your body.
Me: Are these tattoos really useful? I thought it was just cosmetic.
Satan: No, these are my greatest pride.
Me: Your greatest pride?
Satan: Yes, in my life I have visited different worlds and I have seen many ways to become more powerful. Whether it's opening eight doors, growing qi or magic, and all kinds of other ways to become more powerful. "
I was astonished by the information I had just received, I knew that there was a different world but that there were different ways of cultivating. 
Satan: "When I visited them, I noticed that even though some cultivation methods made you more powerful, they all had a defect. 
Me: It's normal if as you say these people were so powerful, it's normal that there is a flaw otherwise they would be invincible. But what's the latter?
 Satan: All the attacks they used were launched by their own energy. So they couldn't fight for long because they were running out of energy too fast and that's when I found a small tribe that had achieved something that I thought was impossible. 
Me: What did they do? 
Satan: They could directly use the surrounding elements as energy.
Me: They must be powerful if they could do that. 
Satan: Unfortunately not, they were exterminated because the other peoples of this world thought they were too dangerous. Luckily by watching them I was able to create a way of growing that is identical to theirs. I named it Shamanism. 
Me: What does this have to do with my tattoos? 
Satan: Each tattoo represents an element that exists in the world, for example, disease, lightning. Unfortunately at the moment, you can only have one active, and only after you perform a specific action can you hope to try to activate your second tattoo. 
Me: What should I do? 
Satan: In your inner world there is now a chained urn right now it's open and each time you succeed in opening it you will have a new power. 
Me: An urn and how do I open it?
Satan: I cannot help you, it will be up to you to find it. There your urn is already open by drinking from the water in it, you can feel the elements around you and tie one to your tattoo. " 
So I closed my eyes and walked towards that Grimhold. This one was on the site of my old planet. I was expecting an ordinary urn except this one was really scary. Indeed it was a dark yellow color and was sprinkled with macabre patterns. 
So I approached it to drink what was in it and was shocked by what I saw. Moldy corpses at the bottom of it. The water had turned black with all the dirt at the bottom.
 Me: "It doesn't matter, it's just dirty water, yes, it is dirty water. "
So I started drinking this strange mixture. With extraordinary mental strength, I prevented myself from vomiting. Finally, I emptied the entire urn and once this was done, the urn was wrapped in chains and I found myself outside my mind. I started looking at my body and could see that the tattoo on the end of my tail was illuminated. 
Satan: "Now that your first tattoo is activated, all you have to do is pick a surrounding element and choose it as your first power. " 
My first power I must choose well then, I looked around and the only elements I saw were fire and earth. But suddenly I had a flash of genius, I started staring at the surrounding air. This was going to be my first power. 
Me: "I choose the air of the underworld as my first power. "
Suddenly a typhoon of air formed over my tail and rushed in. Strangely I felt no pain, it's probably because I'm a being from the underworld myself. My tail instead of being a rocky color had taken on a color that was between green and black. 
Satan: "Interesting choice, can you explain to me why you chose that? 
Me: You told me that the air is toxic for all beings that do not come from the underworld. So it'll act as a poison. I think I'm going to focus on disease and poison control at the beginning because my opponent will get weaker and weaker the harder the fight gets so this is the best choice I could think of. 
Satan: All right, now that you are ready, I will leave you here for 1000 years and will only come back then. I hope you will be still alive. 
Me: I will be. " 
As always, he disappeared by taking a portal and I began to look at the burning plains.
Me: "Me Bagir will become the master of disease and poison, my name will be Bagir the harbinger of plague and disease."

English is not my first Language. 

Bagir is a normal snake who reincarnates with the Bloodline of Jormungandr we will follow his story in Urdu and see what he will become.
Will he be the savior or the destructor of everything.
Follow the story and we will see.

Not my own cover.

3 or 4 chapters per week

His plane had landed for more than an hour, and then, after the rest of the paperwork, he was waiting for Murad's son outside the airport, who, according to Fehmida Begum, had left the house two hours ago.

As he stepped out of the Airport, a gust of wind touched his face, reminding him of his past, when she had told him about her departure that night.

"I'm going back to Pakistan tomorrow, forget me, Adam." 

How easily she had said to forget her, but did she ever thought if it's even possible?

The warmth of her memory has again reminded him of his deep love for her.

She is in the same country, what is she doing right now? 

How is she doing in her life? 

Is she happy? 

So many years have passed, by now she must have married someone of her choice...

But this last thought felt like a dagger to his already pained heart and he clenched his fists in jealousy and pain.

"Why aren't you here yet?, come quickly, we are waiting for you," Saying this, Murad Sahib cut the call and turned to Adam who looked drowned in his deep thoughts with a tensed face and clenched fists. It was as if he was thinking about something very hateful.

Seeing him like this, Murad Sahib put his mobile back in his coat pocket and came towards him.

"Adam, what happened? you look tense." At Murad Sahib's voice, Adam looked at him with frowned brows, but when he understood what he was asking, he relaxed his shoulders and shook his head answering. "Nothing, uncle, I'm fine." Adam avoided himself, composing himself.

Murad Sahib also did not put much emphasis on the matter and shook his head. At that moment, Murad Sahab's mobile phone rang and he answered the call after seeing the caller id.

" Hello, yes, we are standing in front of McDonald's." Saying that he hung up and looked ahead. Adam also looked in the same direction.

A young man, who was coming towards them with a smile on his face, and looking at his features, he could tell that he was his uncle's son, about whom he had told him in London.

To Adam, he looked 24 or 25 years old.

"Hello Abu, how are you?" He came straight to his father and hugged him first.

"Wa Alaikum salaam, I'm fine, but where have you been for so long, didn't your mother informed you that you have to pick us up?" Murad Sahib asked in an interrogative manner.


Embarrassed, he put his hand on the back of his neck and spoke."Abu, I was with a friend."

"Okay forget about it, and meet your cousin Adam, and Adam, this is my incompetent son, Zoyan."


When Murad Sahib's gaze went to Adam who was looking at the father and son with a slight smile, he ignored the reason for Zoyan's late arrival and introduced them both.

When heard his father calling him incompetent in front of his new family member, he wanted to say something but at the second moment, he laughed at his insult and hugged Adam before greeting him.

Adam responded to his greetings with the same warmth.

"Uncle Murad told me about you," Adam told him, smiled warmly at him. He still couldn't believe that he was in Pakistan at the moment and that the two men standing next to him were part of his family, whom he didn't even know to exist until a month ago.

"Wait, did you just speak Urdu?" Zoyan looked at Adam with wide eyes, as if Adam was an alien or had horns on his head.

"Why? I can't speak Urdu?" Adam asked at Zoyan's strange, funny reaction. 


"No, I don't mean that. I mean, you were born in London, and you grew up there, and your...."

"Zoyan!" Murad Sahib warned him before he could complete his sentence, but Adam was laughing at Zoyan's strange question. Because this talkative habit of Zoyan was reminding him of his past when he used to be in the same cheerful mood.

"When I was a child, and Baba was still alive, he always spoke to me in Urdu, and then at school, I had an Indian friend, and we both spoke Urdu / Hindi. So speaking this language is not a big deal for me." He explained to him the reason for his fluent Urdu.

"Oh... now I understand," Zoyan said understandingly.

"Enough talk. Now let's go home. Your mother will be waiting for Adam.

At the order of Murad Sahib, the three proceeded towards the parking lot.

Adam was sitting in the back seat next to Murad Sahib in the car, looking out. Meanwhile, Zoyan was telling Murad Sahib about his mother and how happy she was to hear the news of Adam's arrival.

But at that moment, Adam was not paying attention to anything, because his mind was repeating his past over and over again.

The only person, whose face was, again and again, appearing in his mind, her words, her smile, the girl who was the sole focus of his every thought.


Aayat…


Feeling suffocated all of a sudden, he rolled down the car window, and the refreshing wind from outside was giving him a strange peace.

He leaned back against his seat and closed his eyes. And lost in the magic of the cold winds coming from the shore.

The story of a girl who, like every other girl, wanted to live her life like a free bird.
Yet an accident robbed her of all her desires and turned her dream into a nightmare.

If her past came before her, five years later, what would she do?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


"I will do whatever I want! Who are you to stop me? Let me go!" She tried to pull her hand away from his grip, but Adam furiously pulled her against his chest. Letting her feel his pounding heartbeat. While he kissed her hair and whispered in her ear:

"You are only mine, my first and only love, and I swear… If next time I see you with him, you can't even imagine how far I can go." His voice was deep, the same as before. And his breath brought a sweet chill to her bone.

Aayat couldn't believe her ears. How could he...

But after saying this, Adam left her standing in a state of shock. And all she could do was to watch him go.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A love story in which a lover ruined his own love.



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Pi was fond of reading Chinese books. At first, it was not very used to them. But the Chinese language had a magical power, in which each word was formed by special rules, and each word's form had a special meaning. This was fascinating to Pi. Take the word "mountain" (山) for example, by looking at this character, the peaks of the mountain seemed visible. 
It followed Zhang Zian's suggestions to sit straight in front of the computer and type for a while, then sit on the window sill to look into the distance and observe the busy pedestrians. After a few minutes, as the eyes were adjusted and relaxed, it sat in the basket hammock chair and read books on the tablet, then repeated the cycle. Pi enjoyed the routine.　　
Maybe Pi was already used to searching for information in the complex records of the nameless book. It was able to read extremely fast and not only was it able to understand everything, it was able to remember them. Each time Zhang Zian came upstairs to check on it, he found it reading a different book.　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed its explanation: "I've read the English versions of these books. That's why I read fast."　　
Zhang Zian nodded in acknowledgment.　
The books that he transferred into the tablet for it were the electronic versions of the old and contemporary classics, most of which had been translated into English and introduced to western readers. It was normal that Pi had read them before.　　
Pi enjoyed any type of books. Novels, traveling journals, essays, poetry, science, biography...it enjoyed all of them. To satisfy his growing appetite for books, Zhang Zian retrieved the books he read in his childhood from the storage room, and borrowed some more from Wang Qian and Li Kun. He stacked the books next to the basket hammock chair so that it could access them any time.　　
Pi was gentle with the paper books. It handled them with care, and was careful when flipping the pages, yet these didn't slow down the reading.　
Soon, Pi finished reading all the paper books in Zhang Zian's house and those he borrowed elsewhere.　　
Apart from the daily business of the pet shop, Zhang Zian had an additional task of browsing the online shopping website for discounted books. He would buy some every time there was a promotion.　　

"Master, this is heavy! You are receiving a lot of couriers lately."　
Wang Qian and Li Kun walked into the shop with two heavy boxes, and placed them next to Zhang Zian's reclining chair.　
"Yes. I bought some books."　　
Zhang Zian removed the packaging with a knife. It was book series and journals. The journals were from last year, so the price was good. Pi was not picky about the publication dates anyway.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun looked at the Abyssinian cat breeding book next to Zhang Zian, and asked in confusion, "Master, you've been buying so many books, but we've never seen you reading them..."　　
Zhang Zian rolled his eyes at them. "Do I have to let you see me reading? Can't I buy books for other use? Cut the crap. Go back and prepare for your exams!"　　
He didn't tell anyone else about Pi's arrival for now, especially Wang Qian and Li Kun. These two idiots had big mouths and liked bragging everywhere.　　
"Yes, Master!" They spit the tongues and ran back to school.　
After they left, Zhang Zian carried the books and journals to the second floor.　
"Pi, new books again."　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi jumped out of the basket hammock chair, and came up expectantly to look at the books. Before Zhang Zian had finished stacking the books, it took one of them and started reading greedily, nourishing itself with knowledge.　 
After seeing how happy it was, Zhang Zian felt both glad and troubled.　
A mound of books had risen next to the basket hammock chair. His old books, borrowed books, recently purchased books and journals were stacked into four peaks of a mountain. The tallest one was the same height as a person, and the smallest one was as high as the waist.　
Zhang Zian could not find the books as fast as Pi was reading them. The books would reach the ceiling in a few days.　　
Paper books were more expensive and less frequent in discount. Storage was also less convenient. Books and journals were consumables to Pi, and had little long-term 

storage value. After all, it owned a nameless book containing everything. Reading Chinese books was only to appreciate the beauty and depth of the language.　　
When not reading, Pi appeared lonely, bored and melancholic. It knew that it could not go downstairs and show up in front of other people, which might bring trouble to Zhang Zian. Even if it did go downstairs, there was nothing to do and it could not communicate with the other elfins. It might as well stay upstairs to type. But typing all day became boring too. So it often sat idly on the window sill.　　
Zhang Zian was worried about Pi, and so did Old Time Tea, the traditional Chinese medicine expert. Old Time Tea said that long-term melancholy was not healthy, and Pi would fall sick if it continued this way. In modern medical terms, Old Time Tea meant depression. When someone was alone and low-spirited for a long time without interaction with the outside world, it could end up having depression.　　
Humans were social animals, and so were monkeys. Pi might be the same, who behaved like a monkey. But Zhang Zian couldn't possibly get a troop of monkeys to play with it.　　
Many studies suggested that negative mood had a negative impact on health, and may cause a variety of acute and chronic diseases, such as gastric ulcer, endocrine disorders, hair loss, etc. He did notice a lot of short yellow hairs while sweeping the floor lately.　　
Since paper books were not enough for Pi's reading appetite, after much thinking, he decided to seek help from the omnipotent internet.　
"Pi, would you like to try online novels?" He suggested to Pi.　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi was reading in the basket chair, and was distracted by his question.　
Zhang Zian explained, "Online novels are a new form of reading as the internet grew popular. They are pretty much like the e-books, except that they were created to be shared on the internet."　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi put down its book and typed on the laptop: "Are they fun to read?"　
"Some of them are, and some are not. Online novels have a lot of genres, and are many in number. You can always find the ones you like." Zhang Zian answered honestly. In fact, he had not read many online novels. He didn't sound very confident. 　 

Leaving literary and artistic quality aside, the biggest advantage of online novels was its volume and number. Before he could find a better solution, they could at least gratify Pi's reading appetite, and chase away the melancholy and boredom.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded and typed: "I want to try some."　　
"Good. I'm downloading online reading apps for you."　
Zhang Zian took away the tablet, downloaded multiple popular online reading apps in the App Store, registered accounts for Pi, then taught it how to search for books.　 
Pi took back the tablet happily, and dived into the ocean of online novels.　　



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

Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's words, Ko Gohon's eyes instantly lit up and he anxiously said, "Uncle Kazuma, I've realized my mistakes. Quickly teach me, what do I have to do?!"
"Currently, the previous bet is already over. We'll just ignore it and not consider it any further." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "So, now, we mainly have to focus on the online novel website.
"According to your bet with Hong Dali, the person with the most number of daily updated books two weeks later wins. If it's according to your idea to increase the flat fees of the authors at the novel website and find ghostwriters to increase the number of novels, all these can more or less be done, but it's still far from enough!
"In this day and age, channels are the king.
"Number one, get through all the possible channels of the novel website and liaise with our joint venture companies in Heavenly State. As long as they are enterprises related to the internet, they must all advertise on the novel website.
"Number two, liaise with the telecommunication companies in Heavenly State and get them to send messages to prompt people to read our novels!
"Number three, liaise with all the web portals in Heavenly State, including Weibo, and open all channels to read our novels.
"Number four, hold a free of charge reading day to attract those readers that are used to reading free of charge books.
"Number five, hype things up and expose our Feng Yun website's remunerations for our authors on all the websites related to novels!
"Number six, liaise with the TV stations to interview our authors and create more exposure for the website!" 
Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's suggestions, Ko Gohon's face glowed as he firmly smacked his thigh. "Understood. I'll get these done right away!"
…
In the next few days, advertisements about Feng Yun website suddenly emerged everywhere. Advertisements for Feng Yun website were all over all the various websites in Heavenly State.
"Feng Yun website is the largest local reading base, free of charge reading and downloading of the novels. No pop-up ads, simple and clean webpage. Come to Feng Yun website to find good novels!"—Haoche Website. 
"Feng Yun website is an online novel website with no pop-up ads, providing the latest and best novels for all novel lovers. Come to Feng Yun website to read novels!"—Dream Paris.
"Feng Yun website provides you with various literature works with no advertisements to spoil your reading experience. It's a website which creates an elegant environment to read novels for all friends who are literature lovers, and the content includes various popular novels."—Guodian Online. 
…
On smartphones.
Countless people throughout Heavenly State had received messages about Feng Yun website's novels.
"We welcome you to the free of charge reading column, Feng Yun website provides all kinds of awesome and exciting novels." 
"[Urban] Personal Show: My Best Grade Missy."
"[Military Affairs] Special Operation of the Falcons: Special Force Number One." 
"[History] Great Waves Again in the Court: Big Fatuous Ruler."
"[Urban] Exceedingly Beautiful Superior: Pretty Tenant."
"[Fantasy] Wuzun Sword Slashes The Vault Of Heaven: Wudao Vault of Heaven."
Countless curious readers clicked on the advertisements, and after taking a few glances, they were satisfied with what they saw. "Mm, these book recommendations are not bad. It's quite good to kill time. This Feng Yun website is quite brilliant!"
Of course, there were those unimpressed as well. "Tsk, such a tacky way of promoting books. Now that there is the smartphone reading app produced by Young Master Hong Dali, who would still want to read these. Zhong Dian website is the king!"
…
On Xinhai Weibo—
Drunk and leaning on the fence of the pavilion, Meng Ziying Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novel 'Yifan's trouble' is very well written. I like how Yifan bullies Shaowan, serves him right for bullying Xiaochao… Mm, amusing as usual, this work is quite good." 
Douban Doujiao Doubao Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novels are quite good. I read novels there the whole day today. The books are not bad! Worth taking a look at them, I strongly recommend!
@Tangdou-like unlucky person: Feng Yun website is not bad, quickly gather and take a look @Dark Building Lonely Spirit 
@Dark Night Vigilante 
@Zuiyu Changwan_Shifu Calls Me Xiaowan @Muying Huange_Little Angel Of The Wolf Master 
@Fleeting Time At Finger Tips."
"Feng Yun website rises strongly, regarding the rise of online literature."—Soulang.
"Earth-shaking big scheme, about the counterattack of Feng Yun website."—Easy Net.
"Small online novel, big wealth! Feng Yun website's powerful rise!"—Dongfang Wealth.
"Read novels, go to Feng Yun website. Write novels, still go to Feng Yun website."—Tianjing's Plaza.
…
In the various readers' group chats.
"These two days, there are so many free books to read on Feng Yun website. I've discovered a few good ones."
"Really, then I'll go and take a look too."
"Of course it's true, it writes that the books are free of charge for a limited period of time!"
"Not bad, not bad. This website is doing pretty well!"
…
On the largest local online novel forum.
"Overwhelming amount of subscriptions! Feng Yun website with all kinds of awesomeness!"
"Zhong Dian or Feng Yun? A newbie feels that Feng Yun is still better!"
"Please help, a newcomer wanting to know whether it's better to go to Feng Yun or Zhong Dian? I personally feel that Feng Yun is better, I can earn quick money."
"Zhong Dian wants to defeat Feng Yun just by relying on a smartphone app, does Feng Yun know about this?"
…
At the TV station.
"Hello, hello, as a Great God-level author on Feng Yun website, may I know how much can your monthly earnings reach?"
"Earnings, this… Around 20 to 30 thousand per month is still fine."
"So much? Then you must be one of those people with the highest earnings on Feng Yun website, right?"
"No! How is it possible that my earnings are so high. My fingers are not nimble, so I type considerably slower. We have people who can type fast and are able to write 10 to 20 thousand words per day, and their remuneration is at least 50 thousand and above per month. There are even people earning 100 thousand!"
"So much?!"
"Yes, Feng Yun website's perks are very good."
…
In Tianjing City, the tallest television tower, in the top floor revolving restaurant.
"Young Master, Chief, the latest totaled reports of Feng Yun website are out!" The bodyguard was shivering with fear as he looked at Shiroishi Kazuma whose back was facing him and was standing in front of the window with his hands placed at his back. This time, he really saluted him. "According to the latest reports, currently, the site traffic of the website has already increased to 2.4 million and above for daily independent IPs. These two days, large batches of newcomers have started writing new books, and the number of updated books in three days have already reached 3,600 books!" 
"So fast!" Ko Gohon exclaimed, "Uncle Kazuma, your idea is really useful!"
"So-so." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm. "How many daily updated books does Zhong Dian website have now?"
"Chief," The bodyguard's expression and voice were filled with respect. "At the moment, there are approximately 4,500 newly updated books daily."
"Mm, we still lack 900 books." Shiroishi Kazuma said with satisfaction, "It's still within our control. If things continue progressing this way, probably in no time, we will be able to overtake Zhong Dian website. After all, the authors are after all the benefits and perks. As long as there is enough advertising, and the money is sufficient, it's not difficult to attract authors over."
Ko Gohon fully looked up to Shiroishi Kazuma now, as he anxiously asked, "Uncle Kazuma, then, do we continue like this? Why don't I get more ghostwriters to write more books? It's fine as long as it can surpass Hong Dali. I don't plan to earn much money from it."
Upon hearing Ko Gohon's words, Shiroishi Kazuma shook his head and slowly said, "No, if Hong Dali can earn money, why can't we?"
"Ah?" Ko Gohon said in surprise, "Uncle Kazuma, you're planning to… seriously run this Feng Yun website?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma nodded, yet he didn't continue talking about the novel website but instead looked out of the window, saying, "Young Master Gohon, look at the night view of Tianjing City. How beautiful is it? It's not lacking compared to Tokyo in our Jaban Empire, isn't it?" 
It was night right now. The night view of Tianjing City was extremely beautiful. Neon lights were flashing, and it was especially comfortable to stand from high up and look down, coupled with the gentle night breeze.
"It's very pretty." Ko Gohon agreed. "I haven't really noticed it previously."
"Yes, we haven't noticed it previously." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm, as he slowly stated, "It's the same for our Toyoda Conglomerate. As the top 16 in the world, the funds of our Toyoda Conglomerate are ample. You normally don't care about this, so you won't care about how much money you spend. You just feel that all the money is there for you to take it."
"I understand, Uncle Kazuma." Upon hearing this, Ko Gohon instantly understood what Shiroishi Kazuma meant.
Actually, he wasn't a stupid person. It was just that in the midst of fighting with Hong Dali, he had always been at the losing end, thus his conflicted mind.
Toyoda Conglomerate was indeed very rich. Just like the night view of Tianjing City, though it was pretty, one wouldn't notice it after looking at it for many times. But no matter how rich it was, after all, it had been built up bit by bit, and it didn't just drop down from the sky.
In that case, as long as they properly operated this Feng Yun website, then they could earn money. So why don't they do it properly and well?
"Uncle Kazuma, what should we do next?" Ko Gohon asked.
"Now since the popularity has already been increased, then next, we'll take in all the good ones and eliminate the bad ones." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "Eliminate all those poor-quality books and get them to finish writing them as soon as possible. Secure those good-quality books and do your best in nurturing their authors. At the same time, slightly change the welfare benefits policy and slowly convert the severance method to giving out dividends. After the novel website has entered a stable phase of operation, it would then be a virtuous cycle." 
"Uncle Kazuma, you are brilliant!" Ko Gohon was elated. "Then, after the website has entered a virtuous cycle, we can earn quite a lot of money, right?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma smiled. "Don't belittle online novel websites. All the profits from the adaptations of films, online games, merchandises and so on are actually huge. I truly admire Hong Dali. The things started up by this lad truly have very big prospects!" 
"After hearing what Uncle Kazuma just said, I realized that this Hong Dali is very brilliant!" Now, Ko Gohon finally had to admit that Hong Dali was indeed brilliant. "I haven't thought about all this!"
Speaking up to this point, Ko Gohon recalled his bet with Hong Dali. "But Uncle Kazuma, my bet with Hong Dali…"
"Hehe, there's no hurry on that." Shiroishi Kazuma wasn't worried at all about the bet and insipidly said, "Since I've come, of course I have a way to help you win. Wait for a few more days, let's see first whether Hong Dali's side makes any moves."
Shiroishi Kazuma assured Ko Gohon, then instructed him, "Remember, leave your trump card for the last. Don't take them all out at once. Or else, what will you have left to fight him by then?"
"I understand!" This time, Ko Gohon was really convinced. "Thank you for your advice, Uncle Kazuma."


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


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Introduction

DREAMER

the Era

Jormungandr's calamity

His obsessive love

Pet King

Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

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