Mo Fei and Mo Yi ran like hell and finally stepped into the classroom at the last second.

Looking at Mo Fei with dark circles, Yan Chen asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Mo Fei nodded, "Yeah!"


Yan Chen blinked that pair of sloe eyes, being nosy, "Did Prince Yu 'torment' you last night?"

Mo Fei said without thinking, "Yeah!" Prince Yu was a beast in human face with no demeanor! He not only let him sleep on the floor, but also snored himself. Asshole! This is outrageous!

Then all the classmates around cast their eyes on Mo Fei's face. And then Mo Fei sullenly realized he said something wrong again.

"No!" Mo Fei forced a hollow laugh.


Yan Chen nodded, wearing an "I understand" face, "As a new couple, it's natural you can't control yourselves. Don't be shy."

Mo Fei smiled with his head down, saying shyly, "But I have thin-skinned."

Mo Fei noticed that Lin Fei also cast his eyes at him suspiciously with his split vision.

Yan Chen then said smilingly, "Mo Fei, don't you know? You go viral!|


Mo Fei looked at Yan Chen, confused, "What? How?"

Yan Chen opened the Star website, "It's your article! Over 18,000 comments below. And 458 liked it, while 28,352 disliked it. You know, there are only over 30,000 students in our school. Your article has attracted much more attention than the article of the No. 1 authoress of our school now!"

Mo Fei smiled, "Sure, how could a little girl compare with me?"

Yan Chen nodded, and echoed, "Yeah, right!"

"I liked your article. Chenchen said you tarnished Prince Yu's noble and elegant image. So he wanted to give you a dislike. But I logged in with his account number and liked it without letting him know. Everyone only has one chance to write a comment. So, he has no chance. Don't worry." said Yan Chen.

Mo Fei smiled awkwardly, "Yanyan, you are so considerate."


"Shameless! How dare he compare his damn hilarious article to Ren Shanshan's?" a harsh opposing sound was heard.

Mo Fei frowned while looking at that person, "Who is it?"

Yan Chen's expression changed a bit, he then said, "It's Xu Zihan with a solid background. You better not offend him."

Mo Fei blinked, "Is his family very powerful?"

Yan Chen shook his head, "His family is nothing. But his fiancé is really something. That is Zheng Xuan—grandson of Zheng Hong, one of the three greatest generals of the empire."

Mo Fei nodded, "Really?"

Yan Chen nodded, "Yeah. I heard Zheng Xuan obeys him in every way. He would do anything Xu Zihan asks him to do."

Mo Fei nodded, "Then he is like a puppet."


Mo Fei then rested his chin in his hand, thinking, "How I wish Prince Yu would also behave like a puppet like him."

Yan Chen secretly took out a fried dumpling out of his desk and slipped into his mouth. Seeing Yan Chen eating, Mo Fei couldn't help drooling, so Yan Chen gave him one down the desk.

Yan Chen's mouth got stuffed full now, saying, "By the way, the topic of Fighting Department is My Lady. You know what Prince Yu wrote about?"

Mo Fei shook his head, "I didn't pay any attention!"

Yan Chen looked at Mo Fei disapprovingly, "How could you not care about such important things? They said it's already on the internet. But I haven't seen it."

Mo Fei opened the Star website and found Prince Yu's article easily.

My Lady:

My lady, mentally retarded, idiot, shameless, mental disorder, useless, except these, I have no other comment.

Mo Fei's face darkened, "That son of bitch! This is absolute slandering."

Yan Chen shrugged, "Don't put it on your mind. I don't think that's what he is really thinking of you."

Mo Fei pulled a long face, "That asshole wrote so little, he may only get 13 points, I guess."

Yan Chen shook his head, "But I heard he got 83 points."

"What?! Such a shoddy article got 83 points, while my article which has worked my heart out only got 23 points? Discrimination! This is total discrimination!" Mo Fei's face darkened.


Yan Chen then smiled awkwardly, "Mo Fei, calm down. The requirements of their Fighting Department are different from us."

Mo Fei pulled a long face, "This short! Only this short! If I had known, I wouldn't have cracked my brain to write such a long one."

Yan Chen blinked, "The teacher's remarks may be like this: Although there are only 16 words, every word a gem. And every objective is used just right. And the ending is like to dot the eyes of a painted dragon."

Mo Fei looked at the screen, confused, "This teacher is talking bullshit! Nowadays it's not easy to be a teacher who even has to learn to be a congenital liar."

Yan Chen nodded, "Yeah, a good teacher should be totipotential."


You mean that Prince Yu wants to marry me?”

“Exactly, young master, Prince Yu wants to marry you!”

“Hell no! Is he out of his mind? Even if woman is a rare species nowadays, as the prince, he could have a chance to marry one. Is it because he got excluded, or maybe he has sexual impotence, so he could only marry a man?”


“No, Prince Yu is charming, majestic, endowed with civil and martial virtues, and also in perfect health.”

“Then why would he marry me?”

“Maybe because of your reputation out there.”

“Reputation? Am I quite famous?”


“Of course. Young master, you’re far-famed.”

“Really? What did they say about me?”

“They said you are ugly, good-for-nothing, short-lived, a freak, with no morals, and shameless…”

…………………………………………………………………

Ma Yang was a little stunned; his eyes then welled up. "Brother Qian, even though things had deteriorated to this stage you still trust me. I really…"
Pei Qian patted Ma Yang's shoulder and then looked at Zhang Yuan. "Remember, I always have high hopes for you two; that has not changed! So what if we made losses of three hundred thousand monthly? This is peanuts! Tengda is now a big company, and there's no point in having so much money lying around. It needs to be put into good use!
"I will repeat this again: Fish-Catching Internet Cafe is an important step for Tengda Corporation. I look at this project very highly, and so I have tasked it to you two. You two can now forget about profits completely. You cannot lower the fees that we are charging. All you have to do is maintain the status quo, understand?
"Ma Yang, don't think about the three hundred thousand. Even if it's three million or thirty million, as long as you honestly follow my instructions, no matter how much you might lose; I will not frown even once!
"Rest assured and be bold. I'll say this again: no matter how much loss you guys make, I'll take care of it!"
Pei Qian looked at the uneasy employees in the internet cafe.
"It is the same for you guys. I don't want you guys to have any emotional burdens. I will guarantee here and now that no matter how much loss Fish-Catching Internet Cafe makes, I will never retrench any one of you brothers!
"All my brothers working in this internet cafe will all get an across-the-board thirty-percent raise. I hope that everyone will continue to be filled with passion and give the best possible service to each customer!
"Next month, we will actually be opening new internet cafes in Jingzhou City. When that happens, all of you will have the chance to become a branch manager at the new outlets!"
Pei Qian's words were filled with fervor and excitement that it made everyone's morale shoot through the roof.
The few servers' eyes lit up! Across-the-board raise!
Furthermore, branches were going to be opened soon; and the new branch manager would be chosen from existing employees!
Nuts! This was nuts!
Originally, everyone had been afraid Boss Pei would give up on this endeavor because of the persistent losses the internet cafe was incurring; they were afraid that someday, they would find themselves out of such a good job. Instead, Boss Pei did not intend to abandon anyone; he actually wanted to lift everyone up altogether!
Now, everyone's hearts only had one thought: to give their all for Boss Pei!
"Alright, I'll head back first. Leaving the internet cafe to you, I am very assured." Pei Qian patted Ma Yang's arm as he turned and left.
Watching as Pei Qian sat in Assistant Xin's Cayenne and left, Ma Yang's emotion welled up. "I will think of new ideas now; I will not lose to Huang Sibo!"
Zhang Yuan was also full of gusto. "It's almost night. I will sing a few more songs tonight; I will try and get more customers to come and buy alcohol!"
… 
… 
In the car…
Pei Qian was very clear what impact his morale-boosting actions and speech would have for the Fish-Catching Internet Cafe employees.
However, he wasn't worried. So many things have already gone wrong; no matter how much they tried to buck up now, it was futile!
Ma Yang was very excited; so what?
Pei Qian wasn't worried at all that he would be able to do anything outstanding. Even if Zhang Yuan did his best to sell more alcohol and sang his songs with more gusto, so what? Even if the other servers treated every customer like a king, so what?
The price range and location of this Fish-Catching Internet Cafe was more than sufficient to dissuade the majority of customers from coming.
Even if all the employees did their best—to set prices so high at this location, ballers wouldn't come. Normal people who couldn't afford it wouldn't patronize as well. Not much would change.
Furthermore, once Pei Qian started to open branches next month, the losses would continue to snowball; wouldn't everything start to look better then?
… 
Pei Qian was back at the office. He felt that he had nothing better to do now, and he waited quietly for the settlement to come. This time, the company employees have been given free rein; they could do whatever they liked.
However, when Pei Qian entered the office today, he felt that the atmosphere wasn't right.
It seemed a little boisterous!
Quite a few people were surrounding Lu Mingliang; he wasn't sure what they were looking at, but everyone was smiling gleefully. Furthermore, Pei Qian actually saw Huang Sibo and Zhu Xiaoce among them as well.
What were the two doing here?
Pei Qian instinctively grew cautious! These two were his jinxes; whenever Pei Qian saw them, nothing good would happen! 
I need to rethink and see; did I miss out on something?
Game Designer had already gained in popularity. So had Boss Pei's Daily Life. I had just come from the internet cafe; it was making losses splendidly, and nothing was amiss, right?
Boss Pei was already someone buried in the ground now; what other bad news could there be? What was this group of people furtively discussing?
He was feeling rather diffident now… 
"Boss Pei's back!" Someone yelled out.
Huang Sibo walked to Boss Pei, looking very excited as he said, "Boss Pei, I never expected that you had laid all the groundwork so splendidly! I really have so much admiration for you!"
Lu Mingliang also sighed with emotion, "Indeed, who could have thought that a casual remark by Boss Pei could actually have so much meaning!"
Ma Yiqun raised his thumb, "Devising a strategy for a victory far away; this indeed refers to Boss Pei!"
Pei Qian was being praised by everyone as his mind drew a blank.
What were they talking about? Why didn't I understand anything?
Pei Qian tried hard to maintain his composure. "What has happened?"
Bao Xu came in front of Pei Qian. The normally calm and steady Bao Xu's face was also now filled with admiration. "Boss Pei, you had said before to not allow us to divulge your true identity as well as Tengda's employee benefits and salaries. Initially, I had only realized the first layer of your intention behind this.
"I thought that you didn't want Tengda's extremely high benefits to negatively impact the entire domestic games industry. Now, I finally know that there was another layer to this!
"Boss Pei, look at this article!"
Bao Xu handed over his phone as a news article read: 'Getting a closer look at the mysterious Tengda Games: the domestic games industry Utopia!'
Pei Qian's brows were raised high instinctively.
What the f*ck?! Who did this?!
As he scanned through the article, Pei Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
Okay, not much damage had been done!
In this article, it had not mentioned his real name and nothing regarding Tengda's benefits. The entire article didn't even mention who the interviewee had been; it was not very reliable. However, what was it about this article, then?
Why was everyone so happy?
Seeing that Pei Qian had finished reading, Bao Xu couldn't contain himself anymore as he carried on. He wasn't someone who liked to boast. However, today, he really wanted to brag! On one hand, he hoped that he could gain Boss Pei's recognition. On the other hand, he hoped that he could share with everyone such an elaborate plan!
"Boss Pei, you have purposely hidden your true identity as well as Tengda's benefits; this strategy of misleading the enemy is really brilliant! Game Designer had relied on its high quality and exceptional 'performance art-style marketing' to create such a reputation for itself domestically.
"While Boss Pei's Daily Life had also accrued much interest in the short video industry, resulting in much debate on it. However, I never would have thought that they were both parts of your strategy!
"Game Designer and Boss Pei's Daily Life are like two burning flames. All Boss Pei had to do was lightly toss a spark, and the two had immolated and formed an even bigger flame that is now burning brighter and brighter!"
"This spark… was your misleading strategy!
"After this article came out, players and short videos viewers suddenly have grown much more interested in our company! If it was a real article, perhaps they might not be able to sustain their excitement."
"However, this article's misleading reporting has instantly triggered a huge amount of revelations, with the real and fake news mixed together. This topic has instantly become hot!
"'Tengda Games' as a topic has become a hot topic on Weibo, with a huge group of netizens being redirected. Some have been redirected to our current games while others have been diverted to the short video series! These two days, the popularity of all our games has increased; even The Lonely Desert Road as well!
"The short videos have done even better. Everyone episode's average viewership has increased by three to four hundred thousand. Many are also curious: is Tengda's boss like the Boss Pei in the short videos?
"I believe that the day Boss Pei's real identity is made known, it will spark an even bigger wave! I'm just not sure when Boss Pei is preparing to toss this grenade; perhaps when we release our next game?
"I'm really looking forward to it!"
Facing this surge of bootlicking, Pei Qian was really stunned to the core.
What was the meaning of this? I have already been buried in the ground. I thought that things couldn't get any worse. Yet, you guys have even excavated my body?


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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A man walks up to the middle of the arena. He seems quite confident as a small smirk gives him an arrogant air. With a flick of his wrist, a huge engine appears from the white veil converting the mysterious object of the tournament.
The host does his job well to hype up the crowd.
"And now! This contestant is a talented and blooming student at the University of Georgia!"
The University of Georgia is the only university in the capital of Keltc[1], and though some especially smart commoners are allowed in, they typically never manage to graduate for a number of reasons. 
"His work has once managed to win the prize for most innovative experiments and his work is often praised by the professors teaching this young lad."
If this kid is publicly appraised for his work then his father must have some connections as a businessman.
"Only 20 this year and already dubbed the small genius of Georgia! He has now presented himself in this new tournament, how lucky we are!"
Marguerite rolls her eyes, which doesn't escape Mathys who laughs at the unexpected behaviour.
He brings out a flask, and inside the flask is a few litters of milk. Marguerite tilts her head slightly at the odd sight and asks herself what could possibly be made with milk. Her interest is greatly spiked.
He takes another flask which contains a clear liquid. The host asks him what is contained inside and he answers that it's a secret. Marguerite has an inkling that it could either be water or vinegar, but she doesn't see the use for water in this case.
He heats up the milk and does a series of tasks, and with each task, Marguerite's eyes widen even more. She becomes excited as the crowd becomes more and more bored.
In the end, he pulls out a weird blob with an odd colour from the solution of milk and vinegar. Marguerite can hardly believe it, this guy just made casein plastic!
The others look at his blob with odd looks at first, but what he does next finally brings out a good reaction from the crowd.
He starts to mould the plastic into very fine sculptures: animals, flowers, birds, you name it.
As the crowd admires his artistic skills, Marguerite is more amazed at his ability to figure out the chemical formula to make casein plastic without a guide. She feels her heartbeat become stronger and stronger as his fingers glide across the milky figures.
This man, he is the one!
The tournament continues for a while after that, and Marguerite fell in love with 3 other people: a woman making a water filter, a man boiling water without heat by reducing the pressure, and a child making a homemade bomb. The homemade bomb made her especially worried and surprised, but she felt that these concerned were not worth overlooking such talent.
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Marguerite has decided to kidnap the 4 men she found in the middle of the worthless other contestants that presented themselves. She found it interesting how none of them was the winner of the prize, the first guy, who's name is Martin, went on a rampage about how none of them understands the art of his science and the beauty of his worldview. Marguerite found him quite eccentric but didn't let it bother her, a genius is a genius in the end.
That same Martin is actually currently yelling at everyone present in the room with him, complaining about the indecency of today's youth. Marguerite walks in laughing herself to death out how a guy younger than her[2] talks like a 50-year-old grandpa yelling at his mischievous grandkids.
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[1] You could then assume that Keltc's capital is named Georgia. but that's just a guess
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Marguerite is oblivious as she folds Arthmael's body into beautiful silhouettes. Following the familiar choreography, she dances relentlessly.

Grand Jete! Penche! followed by a series of graceful pas de chats. All concatenated in front of the enthralled emperor.

When the music reaches the outro in a full stop, Marguerite falls gracefully on the floor in a pose. She stays there and waits for the king to tell her she can leave.

She stays on the ground for a long time but hears nothing from him. Wondering if she did anything wrong, she wants to lift her head to look at the king's face, but quickly remembers the warning he gave her. If she disrespects him any further, who knows what he might do to her.

She suddenly feels her chin being lifted, her eyes meet the hazels of Demian. She forgets to breathe and falls from her pose onto the floor. She doesn't have time to regain her senses before two strong arms lift her off the floor.

She is about to question him on his weird behaviour when her mouth is suddenly covered by his in a kiss.

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Marguerite is very talented. She has a beautiful voice, a great passion for music and various talents in the arts. Unfortunately, her bright future gets compromised when she is forced to leave her world to fulfill the wish of someone else. Marguerite wanting to go home as soon as possible, accepts. However things turn out quite unexpected for her.

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Avaleigh looked at the article about Natasha Gu. It included evidence of her contacting the paparazzi, paying for his flight from Shanghai to Hong Kong, and a photo of them meeting in a cafe after the article about Avaleigh was released. It also outlined all the possible motives that Natasha Gu had for targeting Avaleigh, including her position on 'Let's Go!' and her endorsement for Fengtai. Not only was she a backup for 'Let's Go!' which was currently a hit in China, Natasha had also submitted an application to be the spokesperson for Fengtai - and both these positions were currently with Avaleigh. 
Avaleigh's eyes opened wide in surprise. Was it really Natasha Gu that caused this mess? They had never even met in person before!
All of a sudden, she was reminded of the conversation that she shared with Halia earlier. Was it just a coincidence that Halia had asked her about Natasha Gu?
Or...did this have something to do with her?
The reporters below the stage shook their heads with disappointment as they realized the truth. They had completely wasted their time on these baseless rumors when they could have been reporting on something else.
They were never trusting this particular paparazzi ever again; he was going straight into their blacklists.
...
Over at Trisha and Oliver's apartment, Oliver was in the middle of a video call with his reporter friend. He poured a glass of wine and raised it at the man. "Congratulations on your trending article," he grinned.
On the other end, Steven Zhe took a sip of his wine and laughed, "Thanks for the lead. If you didn't tip me on this story, I wouldn't have flown to Shanghai this morning and discovered all the things that Natasha Gu did. I thought you weren't interested in entertainment. Why were you so interested in this particular story?"
Oliver smirked secretively, "You know me. I hate unfairness and underhanded methods..."
Steved nodded his head in agreement. He still remembered the last time that they worked together. 7-8 months ago, Oliver convinced him to go to the police with some photos that he had and he ended up becoming a suspect in a murder case. At first, he was a bit frightened. But, fortunately, the truth was revealed in the end and he actually provided crucial evidence that helped the police catch the real murderer. That case allowed him to understand why his friend was so adamant about justice and fairness. He was even rewarded for his help with exclusive permission to write an article about the incident and he became quite famous for it.
This time, he once again revealed the truth and helped someone wipe their name clean.
Now that he thought about...both cases involved Avaleigh!
It seemed, she was his lucky star. 
After he got off the video call with Emerson, he did some research on Avaleigh and found the name of her agency. He had an idea. Since fate had brought them together twice to help each other, perhaps her agency would be interested in hiring him as their exclusive reporter...
...
Over in Macau, Emerson was signing some documents at the casino when he received a phone call from Danson. He had told Danson to update him on the press conference as soon as it was over, so he was expecting this call.
He picked it up nonchalantly. "How did it go?" he asked.
Danson sounded a little embarrassed, "It went surprisingly well. But, it wasn't because of what we had done. Someone released an article this afternoon that proved Avaleigh was being defamed on purpose and debunked the entire article from yesterday."
Emerson raised an eyebrow with interest and picked up his phone to look for the article that Danson was talking about. "Interesting..." he said as he looked at the photos and the evidence provided.
He then swiped to the bottom and saw the name of the reporter: Steven Zhe. This name...sounded familiar. He thought for a bit and realized who he was. He was the reporter that captured photos outside of Avaleigh and Mimi's hotel room on the night that Mimi was murdered. If he remembered correctly, this reporter was a friend of Oliver's. All of a sudden, a network of relationships appeared in his mind. Steven was a friend of Oliver's, Oliver was Trisha's boyfriend, Trisha was Jackson's colleague, and Jackson...was Halia's husband...
Emerson smiled. Was this what Halia meant by repaying their gift and showing the paparazzi not to mess with the Wus?
He was sure it was her. Who else had the skills, power, and connections to do all this in such a short amount of time? This sister-in-law was becoming more and more impressive.
"By the way, the reporter that wrote this article contacted us. He offered to be our exclusive reporter. If we ever have anything to announce, we can contact him and he will do it in a tasteful way. Also, if we need to clear any rumors, he can help us seek out the truth like what he did this time. I think it's something that we can consider."
Emerson nodded his head, "He seems like a trustworthy person. If he does well, we can recommend him to Marissa as well. We need more people like that in the industry."
After a short pause, Emerson added, "Actually, I have something that I would like him to report on very soon..."
Danson held the phone in confusion as he thought about Avaleigh's upcoming schedule. If he remembered correctly, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary that was worth reporting on. 
"What is it?" Danson asked.
Emerson smiled, "I have a ring that's arriving in the next couple of weeks. Once it's here, I am going to plan a grand proposal. I want him to report on it and announce it to the world. I want everyone to know that I am the luckiest man on earth."
Danson opened his mouth in surprise. This man was certainly brave to announce something like that.
He, on the other hand, still had to keep his relationship a secret...
What a contrast!


The first time they met, she was a clueless nurse at the hospital...
The second time they met, she was a bartender at his favorite bar...
The third time they met, she was his brother's love interest...
He didn't know what she'd be the fourth time they met, but he had to make her his wife...
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Halia was a simple cadet when she was suddenly asked to be the subject of a new secret government technology that gave her access to the memories and knowledge of other people.
With this technology, she manages to hunt down a serial killer and befriend a gangster. 
But, what other dangers will it attract?

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Inside the Dark Deviant Spaceship, Felix had just entered the VR Pod and sealed the glass door on him.
The moment the needles were connected to his bloodstream while his limbs were affixed with the Pod, Felix requested, "Queen, take us at full speed to the closest VIP expressway that is connecting with the Mariana Empire."
"As you command."
"How long will it take to reach it at max speed?"  
'7 days and 4 hours.'
"That's good." Pleased, Felix nodded his head.  
Lady Sphinx had given him 4 months deadline to reach her and so far eleven days went by and if he used the VIP Expressways to Vamdarohm, he would need only a month and 14 days.
Felix glanced one last time at his mother planet before focusing in front of him with a determined expression, "Please take us away."
When the Queen received his 2nd confirmation, She started adjusting the spaceship to face a straight-lined destination that wasn't blocked by any planet, star, or other celestial bodies.
After doing so, the Queen turned on all the engines on the spaceship, even the ones hidden.
Then, the sequence to traveling at the speed of light had started...9,8,7...3,2,1!
Then, nothing...
The spaceship didn't leave anything behind before disappearing from existence. Earth was left behind, the moon was left behind, and the people were left behind...Felix was truly gone!
...
The Mariana Capital, in the inner circle of the city, there was a towering building that was being sandwiched by two building three times its size.
On its topmost floor, a handsome man wearing a peculiar pink suit was sitting behind a large desk while viewing some holographic documents. It could be seen that he was focusing on them deeply.
"Interesting didn't think my media conglomerate would land on such scandalous news." The man murmured, "The Royal prince will be pissed for sure if we run his cheating scandal."
Knock Knock!!
"Boss Luwuni, open up!!" An agitated loud voice emerged from behind the office's door, "Something Big happened!! Major News!!"
"Oh?" Luwuni glanced at the door and said calmly, "Enter."
A short man with deer legs and big glasses pushed the door wide opened and skipped to the Luwuni with a stirred expression.
Luwuni could see that his subordinate eyes were about to spew fire from fervor.
'It must be something good for him to behave like this.' Luwuni mused while waving the holographic holograms from his face.
"Speak." He said.
"Boss, boss, we just received a folder from a man called Mr. Gama." The short stuttered as he spoke, "The Folder name is -Landlord's Identity!!"
"Oh? Didn't we receive a couple of troll folders like those?" Luwuni frowned his eyebrows, "What makes this any different?"
the short man gulped a mouthful and said, "This one is the real deal!"
"Uhm? Are you certain?" Luwuni said calmly, "I doubt anyone would bother sending the info to us if it was real. They could just sell it and earn billions out of it."
"Boss, just watch the video in it and you will understand everything." The Short man didn't want to waste time as he was too eager to publish the news.
He didn't know if it was just them who received the folder or other media platforms.
Hence, they needed to be at least the 1st ones to release it to gain the most traffic and earn from the ads.
Seeing his rushiness, Luwuni stopped questioning him and simply gestured with his finger for him to leave him alone.
The short man bowed his head lightly and skipped to the door before closing it behind him.
"Let' see what's all this is about." Luwuni mumbled while clicking on the holographic folder. Immediately after entering, he noticed two items, a video, and a document called an explanation.
Luwuni pressed on the video and leaned back on his chair.
BOOOOM!
"Motherf*cker, scared me death!"
Luwuni almost fell from his chair after the video started with a booming explosion that shook the entire office.
He hastily lowered the volume down and leaned back again. When he focused on the video, he was stunned to see that the scenes had jumped straight to an ongoing battle inside a smokey area.
He squinted his eyes in focus and finally managed to see that it wasn't a battle but a one-way beat down of Felix.
Mr. Gama had actually sent the recording from the very start when Felix had his aircraft brought down to the ground!
From then on, he didn't change anything as the video had shown everything to the end of the battle when Mr. Gama got entrapped inside the green pyramid.
Only then did the video end, breaking Luwuni from his engrossment. If he wasn't professional, he would have simply enjoyed the video instead of analyzing it.
Hence, from the very start, Luwuni was watching for hints that were related to 'Landlord'.
He found plenty just like Mr. Gama.
'Shit, this actually might be real and even better than we expected!" Luwuni exclaimed in excitement and eagerness.
He understood that Landlord was one of the biggest enigmas in the Empire or even the entire Galaxy due to his unorthodox bloodlines that defied logic.
Any news about his real persona or location could turn someone into a multimillionaire or billionaire. Yet, they had it right here for free!
"Let's read what our benefactor had to say."
Luwuni swiftly closed the video and clicked on the explanation. He wanted to read the entire folder before rereading it again with the rest of the staff.
A couple of minutes later...
Luwuni closed the explanation with a dazed look, not daring to believe what he had just read.
It turned out, the explanation was about Mr. Gama telling everyone about Felix's real identity, reasons for being 100% certain that he was Landlord, and lastly, Felix's method to utilize more than 6 abilities for each bloodline, unlike the rest.
"No wonder, no wonder he was using abilities that he never used in the games before." Luwuni mumbled to himself.
Luwuni was truly finding it hard to express his shock and disbelief at the notion that Felix was capable of using multiple abilities.
He couldn't fathom how was that even possible since it had been millions of years and the human race had never managed to surpass the known number, (Three passives, Three actives from each bloodline).
"F*ck, break out of it!" Luwuni slapped his cheek, "This is not the time to ponder on those matters!"
Peeep!
Luwuni pressed on a button at the side of his desk and shouted, "EVERYONE HEAD TO THE CONFENSERES ROOM NOW! YOU HAVE THREE MINUTES!"
When he finished the announcement, Luwuni fixed his tie and sprinted to the door, "For such a piece of vital information, Mr. Gama must have sent it to everyone since it was free! Gotta be the 1st ones to publish it!"
As he expected, throughout the entire empire, hundred of kingdoms, 99% of the media platform were reacting exactly the same as him, rushing to write articles on the folder and publish everything as fast as possible!
After an hour gone by, the first article had hit the network, edited personally by Luwuni, and placed on the website of one of the three biggest media Media Convergence in the empire!
>Exposed at Last! Landlord's Secret Identity!< The Article's title appeared like this, written boldly and making it accessible to the subscription readers and nonpayers.
Hence, it didn't take even a minute before the Article had received a billion clicks than another billion clicks.
Five minutes later? Other articles with their own unique titles started popping out on each media website like mushrooms, making it impossible to miss the news unless one was living under a rock.
With those click-baiting titles, most people who glanced a single time at the article decided to read some of it and see what's all about.
Those who disliked reading had the video to entertain their curiosity!
15 minutes later...
The news went viral in the empire as every person who is active in social media didn't hesitate to share the news to gain some attraction to his social page.
News spread from those at the bottom of the social ladder to those at the top.
Hence, Olivia, Noah, Robert, the Maxwell elders, the Council, and the rest of the earthling team had all been notified one way or another of the news!
Even, the Maganda Chief, princess Bird, Zosia, and the rest of the Anti-Royal Alliance had read the article or their subordinates did and informed them straight away about it.
Everyone had their unique reaction to the flabbergasting news.
However, no matter how unique their reaction was, it would never compare to Olivia's reaction!
"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Olivia kept jumping in excitement while having the holographic article in front of her.
Sophia and Hina, who were hanging with her in the cafeteria, didn't even react to her excitement as their widened eyes were still affixed on the article. 
They were feeling that it was getting more ridiculous every word they read.
"No wonder he went missing in the past days. Hehe, I should be making everyone call me Sherlock Oli from now on." Thoughtful and delighted, Olivia stroked an imaginary beard while scrolling down the article.
After reaching the comment section and reading some of them, her heart was chilled as her happiness died straightaway.
[Is this for real? Is really possessing more than 12 abilities in merely 1st stage of replacement? Is this real life?]
[WE NEED TO FIND OUT HOW HE DID IT!! THIS IS MASSIVE FOR THE HUMAN RACE!!]
[His mythical bloodlines were already too good to be true! Now, you are telling me they can give more than 6 abilities per stage?! Holy shit!! This will change everything!]
...
[Hunt him down! We know where he is now! Fast before he escapes to space! The moment he enters space, we lose the method forever unless that bastard decided to come clear!]
The comments just keep going and going nonstop about getting hold of the method. 
Only after seeing other people's reactions did it finally click in Olivia's naive mind that Felix was in deep shit!
Truly a deep shit!


Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him.

but fate hadn't given up on him!

he woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul.

 In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life.

he swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being!


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PS: This novel isn't a space exploration novel (Not in the first 8 volumes at least). It's mostly focused on the Universal Virtual Reality and the 'Supremacy Games' as the name implies, with some real-life situations as well of course!

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We looked at her in disbelief. The mutual feeling of sympathy and that 'I could've searched better' people tend to have.

She started tearing up again, "We panicked. W-we drove away, but none of us can operate a vehicle designed for snow and ice. We crashed into a massive pot hole about a mile south of here. We left the car and walked back. The find is still there and Jack is somewhere in that deserted wasteland."

After this she broke down in sobs and left to the dorm. Jack hadn't answered a single radio call or even made an attempt at reaching us. The dig site was an hours drive from our base, and we were thousands of miles from any other researchers. We were essentially powerless to do anything.

"First things first," said the one of the other repairman, "we need to get our ride back."

He suited up, then he, and the other maintenance worker left on a snow mobile designed for short distance. Now, I don't know how they did it, but they managed to bring the SUV back safely in less than an hour. By now it was getting dark, and the search for Jack would be too dangerous to continue tonight.

We didn't sleep that night. The odd man didn't even come to bed. He just wandered the halls drinking. I lay there, listening to music to drown out the sounds of silent sobs coming from down the hall. This concrete slab. This tomb in the middle of a frozen dead-zone. We were completely an utterly alone. The doctor remarked before bed, "if Jack is still alive, he may be better off out there."

The next morning we set out. All of us, except the two therapists and the odd man, who I assumed was sleeping off a hangover. We dragged the locked box out of the vehicle and laid it in the rec room. We loaded up and decided to deal with opening it later.

We searched the dig site and surrounding area until evening and turned up nothing. The message in the snow was nowhere to be found, and there had been no snowfall that night. We found no tracks, no signs, no body… no anything. We returned depressed and feeling responsible for our missing companion. When we returned however, we were greeted by an odd sight.

A Jet.

On the snow was a ski-fitted jet, and not like the crappy junk plane that dropped us off, this was an expensive private jet. We entered the facility to the sounds of loud, booming laughter. A short, bald man with a white goatee sat in the rec room with the shrinks. He was smoking a cigar and wore a very nice suit. Two very large men in sunglasses stood on either side of the door. We were slightly stunned.

"Well!" the man said in a hard southern drawl, turning to us, "if it ain't the rest of the party!"

"Who-" I was cut short.

"Allow me to introduce myself!" He stood, extending his ringed hand, "Earl [redacted]! Pleased to meet you all, finally!"

We took turns, awkwardly introducing ourselves, realizing this must be the guy in charge. He invited us into the cafeteria to have an official meeting.

This was the second weird shift in the trip. He offered condolences in regards to Jack and expressed that it was no one's fault he went missing.

"As for that message in the snow," he said, lowering his voice, "I would say this whole place tells you to run at some point. Don't let it get to you."

He finally revealed his focus of the expedition, that we were to discover any signs of past visits man had ventured. He also expressed that he wanted to colonize the South Pole, but needed to know the psychological effects of people living here. That's why he sent two mental health associates and a minister (he pointed at me saying this, making me feel exposed and awkward). He again thanked us and sent us to bed after the best steak dinner I've ever had prepared. This guy was serious. He flew in his personal chef to thank us for our work.

The next morning, after a bacon and eggs breakfast, he took us into the tall therapist's office, one at a time to "shoot the shit" as he so delicately put it.

When it was my turn he was very respectful, a gesture I appreciate when no one knows I'm a minister, but it feels forced at times when there is pretense.

"How are you reverend?" He asked softly.

"Well," I replied, not sure how to answer that question in light of the past few days.

"Glad to hear it," he smiled at the ground, "Son, I'm going to level with you. You are the most important person here."

"How's that?" I inquire. Wondering if he's flattering me or not.

"Well," he started, looking for the right words, "This is trip is more for psychological research than anything."

"Wha-" He cut me off.

"We wanted a religious figure and at least two therapists to log the mental strain on living out here. We want to build a new civilization, but we have been testing different groups in small segments of time."

"Why me?" it was the foremost of many pressing questions.

"Well," He said smiling, "I'm a Methodist boy myself, but I picked you because of an article you wrote a while back. You said in the final line that you have the same philosophy as me."

"What's that?" I inquired as I had written a few articles in my time and wasn't sure which one he meant.

"To truly understand God, we must also understand His counterpart."

I immediately knew the article to which he referred. It was an article I wrote after Seminary on Demonology in modern society. I shuddered as this was an… unpleasant field of research. Either way, the man had done his work on me, but I still wasn't sure what a short article on Demons qualified me for a mission in the Antarctic.

I left the room with Earl and we proceeded to rejoin the others. We predominantly listened to him rant on, rather than talk amongst ourselves. We just didn't feel right. We were here, in the warmth while this man was bellowing on, and our friend was out there cold and alone.

I regret ever working in the south pole, this was my experience from the last shift I did before.....



 

 The previous night, Inspector Schultz went to bed late and decided to sleep in on April 1. He took a day off work, and he told Agatha to answer all phone calls. He was tired of April fool jokes. He heard Agatha calling him, “Bruno, I have your coffee ready, and I baked fresh bread.” Is that a joke too? Thought Bruno. He rose, stretched to crack his spinal column, donned his robe, and walked down to the kitchen. He was surprised. His wife made fresh coffee, and she baked sweet-smelling rolls. He shouldn’t be surprised because he could always depend on his wife. She was the best, and he loved her. Bruno enjoyed his wife’s rolls; he cut them in half and added apple marmalade, his favorite homemade preserve. Agatha cooks it, and she uses the apples from the trees in her back yard. The property’s previous owner planted eight apple trees, four cherry trees, and two plum trees. Agatha loves her yard, and she is making ample use of it. She also had a small garden where she grew tomatoes, beans, carrots, cabbages, and turnips. 

 While Bruno enjoyed his continental breakfast, he looked at the Villach news, the morning newspaper. His neighbor’s boy delivers it every morning. Bruno was disappointed. He skimmed the paper from front to back — nothing new. Then he looked at the international page, hoping for a newsworthy article. He was about to toss the newspaper in the wastepaper basket when he thought that he saw the word ‘slavery.’ What is that? That is what he is studying. He read the article, and he saw that a reporter in Bern, Switzerland, interviewed two girls. They went through hell in Tunisia and then in Italy, serving as prostitutes for men of various nationalities but primarily men of the Muslim faith. The reporter went into detail, and Bruno couldn’t stop reading the article. 

 

 With a mug of coffee in his hand, Bruno went to his office and looked at his notes. His first encounter, relating to slavery, was in Villach. He interviewed a fellow by the name of Lessing. Arabs held his daughter and her friends captive. Two young men with mustaches also inquired about the girls. Why would they be interested? Also, Bruno found out that the Arab he killed at the warehouse hailed from Port El Kantaoui in Tunisia. He remembered that Adil Abu Bakr is the new owner of the Grand Hotel and has a boat docked in Genoa. Could he also be the ringleader of the white slavery ring? Inspector Schultz sat back in his chair and sipped from his coffee. Things appear to be falling into place. Too much is happening, and not all these incidences could be coincidental. Agatha walked into the office, looked at her husband, and she knew that he was about to tell her something important, “Can I have more coffee, dear?” Bruno disappointed her. She was hoping for something more substantial. She went to get the coffee pot from the kitchen, poured the coffee, and Bruno added sugar. 

 “I think that I’m going to take a trip.” 

 “Where to, this time?” asked Agatha curiously. 

 “To Bern, Switzerland. I’m going to see a reporter.” 

 “When are you going to leave, dear?” 

 “Tomorrow morning. You have to take me to the airport. I’ll make reservations in a few minutes.” 

 

 Bruno took a direct flight from Villach to Bern. At the Bern airport, he rented a VW. The detective is familiar with this car. Then he drove to the Bern Sentinel. He moved slowly and admired the architecture of the city. Bern is charming, with buildings of the olden days and steep, rust-colored roofs. Built onto a steep-sided peninsula surrounded by the River Aare, it has barely changed during the last five-hundred years. Hills are all around, and woods line both sides of the steep riverbanks. 

 He crossed the fast-flowing river, and as he looked up, he saw the majestic Alps, with their steep ridges and grotesque rock formations. Quickly after that, he found the Sentinel. He looked for the reporter that wrote the piece about the girls. With the article in his hand, he asked, “Are you the reporter that wrote the article about slavery in Tunisia and Italy?” Finally, after he talked to the third reporter, a young and upcoming man answered, “Yes, I am the one. I went looking for the girls on a hunch, and I almost didn’t do it.” 

 “I am glad that you did,” said Bruno, smiling. “Most reporters wouldn’t bother with such inconsequential news. However, slavery is a million-dollar business.” 

 “I agree. That is why I went to look up the girls. I hoped that someone would read my article. By the way, where do you live? I know that you are not from Bern with your accent.” 

 “I’m from Austria, working on a case. Your information might help me.” Schultz was careful not to reveal too much information, especially to a reporter. He got the girl’s addresses and their names. They lived three streets away from the Sentinel in the older section of town. That was near the newspaper. He knocked on the first home when an attractive, young girl opened the door. She looked at him suspiciously, and she barely opened the front door. 

 “I’m Inspector Schultz, investigating an incident in Venice. May I speak to either Bessy or Aggie?” said Bruno, trying to be friendly. 

 “I’m Aggie. My friend Bessy lives two houses down the street. What can I do for you?” asked Aggie cautiously. 

 “Can I enter? I would like to ask you a few questions about your ordeal in Venice.” Aggie hesitated. “We have told all that we know to the reporter and the local police.” Aggie was hoping that she wouldn’t have to recite all the ugly memories again to this Inspector. 

 “I’m just interested in what happened in Venice,” said Bruno, hoping that she will ask him in. Aggie didn’t mind talking about Venice. That was the only pleasant memory that she had of the whole ordeal during her enslavement period. She still remembered the friendly encounter with the two young men. 

 “Come in, but I don’t have much time.” Bruno followed Aggie to her living room. Aggie’s grandmother sat in a rocker, knitting a sweater, and she was listening to classical music. 

 “So, what do you want to know, Inspector?” 

 “I want to know what the two people looked like that saved you.” 

 “Oh, I see. Well, an old philanthropist from England and his butler helped us escape through the window,” said Aggie, unsure of herself. 

 “Can you perhaps tell me what the philanthropist looked like?” Aggie thought for a while. “He was old, and so was his butler.” 

 “About how old was he? Was he tall or short? What color hair did he have?” Aggie thought for a moment. “He was very old. The man must have been at least forty. He was tall and thin, and he had brown hair. Is that what you wanted to know, Inspector?” 

 “Yes, that’s what I want to know, Aggie. I have one more favor to ask of you.” 

 “What’s that, Inspector?” 

 “Do you think that you can get Bessy for me?” 

 “I can try,” Aggie called Bessy, and she was home. She handed the phone to the Inspector. 

 “Hello, Bessy. I’m Inspector Schultz. Could you come over to Aggie’s home? I have to ask you a few questions about the incident in Venice.” 

 “I have nothing to say, Inspector. I said everything that I know to the local police and a reporter. He wrote an article about us.” 

 “I know that he wrote an article, Bessy. I want to ask you a couple of questions about the incident in Venice. It’s crucial to me.” 

 “I guess I could talk to you. I’ll be right over.” The Inspector walked to the front entrance of Aggie’s home and waited. 

 “Aggie, please wait inside,” said Bruno. A few minutes later, Bessy came running down the street. 

 “Hello, Bessy. I’m Inspector Schultz. I need to ask you about the philanthropist from England and his butler. You know the fellows that rescued you from the slave traders in Venice.” Schultz looked at Bessy. She appeared confused — what does he want from me? 

 “Yes, Inspector, what do you want to know,” asked Bessy, confused. 

 “Can you tell me about how old the philanthropist was? Was he tall or short? And what color hair did he have?” Bessy scratched her head, trying to recall the philanthropist’s looks, “Well, he was old — about sixty. He was short and plump, and he had gray hair. The man helped us escape, and he was such a nice person. He gave us money for the fare to Bern. His butler was old too. Bessy looked at the Inspector, while Bruno looked bewildered. Something isn’t right. 

 “Please come in.” Bessy sat next to Aggie. 

 “Hi, Bess.” 

 “Hi, care for a soda?” 

 “Yes.” Aggie went to the kitchen and removed two bottles of soda from the icebox. They poured the sodas into glasses, drank, and they looked at the Inspector, anticipating. 

 “I asked both of the same questions, and both of you gave me two different answers, ladies. Was the philanthropist young, or was he old — was he short, or was he tall, fat or thin? Aggie said that he had brown hair, and Bessy said that he was gray. Aggie said he was forty, and Bessy said he was sixty. What gives? Girls, why don’t you tell me the truth. I have to remind you that falsifying information is a criminal offense.” Both girls were silent, looking at the floor. Then they looked at each other. Bessy nodded at Aggie, and Aggie started, “Two young fellows rescued us. Both were tall and good-looking, perhaps twenty-two. One looked stronger than the other did. Can you add anything, Bessy?” 

 “Yes, I think I can. They talked just like you talk, Inspector. I mean, they talked with the same dialect. And they told us not to reveal their identity. Well, we tried. After all, they rescued us from slavery. And they gave us money so that we could buy clothes and get home,” said Bessy, glad that she told the truth. 

 “Now, that I believe. Thanks for the information.” Bruno turned to leave. Then he looked back at the girls, “By the way, where did Arabs abduct you?” 

 “Right here in Bern. In a dance hall, down the street from us,” said Aggie willingly. 

 “Thank you, ladies. And please be careful where you go dancing in the future.” 

 “We will never again visit this place,” said a determined Aggie. 

 

 Bruno drove to the end of the street and found the dance hall. He could start another investigation right here, but he won’t. The detective already has too many leads to follow in Austria, Italy, and Tunisia. While he drove back to the airport, he realized that the boys with the mustache and the boys that freed Aggie and Bessy are most likely the same two individuals. Then he went home while he had another idea. 

 

 The following day, Bruno drove to the Bureau of Records with his passport to get a Tunisia visa and one re-issued for Italy. When he asked for a permit for Tunisia and Italy’s transit visa, the clerk looked up, surprised. Bruno noticed his look and asked, “Is something wrong?” 

 “No, no, nothing is wrong, Sir. It’s just unusual that so many folks during the last two days applied for visas for Tunisia,” said the clerk, and continued, “It’s probably just a coincidence — who wants to go to Tunisia these days?” 

 “Really. Who else applied for visas? asked Schultz 

 “Two, young, and good-looking fellows were here, applying for visas for Tunisia and Italy.” 

 “Can I see the names of these individuals?” 

 “I shouldn’t give out this information,” said the clerk. 

 “I’m Inspector Schultz, and this information might be important to my case.” 

 “Well, in that case, I have the list right here.” 

 Schultz looked at the list, and when he saw it, he pulled his pencil and notepad and wrote: 

 Peter Benner, Ferlach 

 Franz Heidel, Ferlach 

 Hilde Benner, Ferlach 

 The following morning, Bruno drove to Ferlach. Asking questions, he quickly found the home of Peter Benner. Surprisingly, he was the owner of a profitable gunsmith business. Hilde was at home. 

 “Mrs. Benner, can I speak with your husband?” asked Bruno, standing in the doorway, anticipating a confrontation. 

 “I’m sorry, Inspector. My husband is out of town on business.” 

 “Do you know where he went?” 

 “I’m not sure. The business leads my husband to many places, mostly in Austria,” said Hilde, studying the Inspector’s face, but the Inspector didn’t reveal an emotional expression. 

 “I have one more question, “Do you know Franz Heidel, Ma’am?” 

 “Yes, he works for my husband,” Hilde said, concerned. 

 “May I speak to him,” asked Bruno. 

 “I’m sorry he isn’t here today.” 

 “Will he be back tomorrow?” 

 “I don’t know, Inspector. You know, I don’t keep track of Peter’s employees. I have enough trouble keeping up with my domestic chores and with my baby.” 

 Bruno was disappointed. 

 “Thank you for your trouble.” Bruno left. He knew that Hilde Benner knew more than she indicated. She was a good wife. After all, she also had her passport stamped for Tunisia. He realized that Benner might use her, on occasion, for his work, but not this time. These are the thoughts that Bruno had as he drove back to Villach. It was a long day, and he was tired. However, things are looking up. He knows who the two young men are. What is their interest in slavery? And for whom would they be working? Inspector Bruno Schultz has lots of work to do. Right now, he has more questions than answers.

Slave Market, is a timely fiction novel, dealing with White Female Slaves.  Peter Benner and Franz Heidel are relentlessly working undercover and they are chasing traffickers of human flesh.  Their travels take them from the smoky dance halls of Austria to historic Genoa, Italy, and to the hot and humid Tunisian desert, where both, young females and camel boys are grossly mistreated.
Adil ABu Bakr, the Tunisian slave runner in charge, is feeling the pressure imposed on him by the newly elected president of Tunisia, who hired professionals to deal with White Slavery.
Inspector Bruno Schultz calls it Human Trafficking and circumstances force him to operate while taking the middle road between right and wrong, a circumstance that the inspector has difficulty dealing with.  What should he do?  Chase Benner and Heidel or hunt Arab slavers of human flesh.
It is a must-read fiction story, for most people, because it describes the inner workings of human trafficking.

Qiao Lian stood up and said, "Mum, I still have something to do, I'll take my leave first!"
However, by the time she reached the door, his car had disappeared.
Qiao Lian decided to call him to explain herself, but he refused to pick up the phone.
He must be furious.
That meant that he absolutely wouldn't want to hear her explanation.
Qiao Lian bit her lips and tears surged in her eyes.
She stood outside the villa and only started making her way to the news agency after taking a few deep breaths.
_
Shen Liangchuan was driving the car aimlessly down the streets.
The irritation and anger in him, coupled with the sorrow he wasn't willing to admit, completely enveloped him.
He curved his lips, feeling like he was really laughable.
Song Cheng had called him and asked if the article online had been posted by Qiao Lian.
He vowed that it couldn't be her and claimed that there must have been a misunderstanding.
But when he turned around, he heard those heart-aching words.
So, she had never loved him, right?
He suddenly heard the voice of the young girl in the game, conversing with him:
"Zi Chuan, will our love die when it meets the light?"
"If I look really ugly, will you still love me?"
"Zi Chuan, don't tell me your name, I want you to tell me your real name in person."
"Zi Chuan, I'm going to meet you in Beijing! Are you excited?" She didn't wait for his response and continued, "What should I do? I'm so excited! I'm going to buy a pretty dress, do you like red or yellow more? Oh, yes, you like the color green, right? Hahaha! Shall I buy a green hat for you? Haha."
"…"
"Screech!" The car suddenly stopped by the roadside and Shen Liangchuan calmly looked in front of him.
Thereafter, she had come to Beijing and allowed him to witness how heartless and ironic their love was.
His fist ruthlessly hit the steering wheel, but despite its force, he was unable to release any pain from his heart.
_
Qiao Lian reached the news agency and angrily rushed to Su Meimei. She threw her bag onto Su Meimei's table, "Su Meimei! What do you mean by doing this?!"
The article's writer was stated as Su Meiren, her pseudonym.
When Su Meimei heard her words, she calmly spoke, "What? Are you complaining that I had snatched your credits? It's not my fault that you didn't publish the article as soon as you could. Heh, I saw your location in the hotel from Liu Zhixing's phone and I realized that Best Actor Shen must have been in Hua Mao Hotel."
"You don't know anything! That was due to Wang Wenhao's setup to frame him."
If she hadn't been in the news agency, Qiao Lian would have hit her.
Last night, when the short clip she had made was posted online, it got ruthlessly countered by the article.
She had just checked and realized that the comments that had been in Shen Liangchuan's favor had once again changed their stand.
Su Meimei twitched her mouth. "Qiao Lian, don't make unfounded remarks. If you can, you should take out concrete evidence and report it! Hehe, you're just useless, that's the reason why I got to snatch your piece of news. If you can, go ahead and suppress my article with yours!"
After Qiao Lian heard her words, she squinted her eyes and said, "You think that I would make such comments without any evidence?"
Su Meimei's irises swelled and she started panicking, "You better not lie!"
Qiao Lian gave her a cold glanced and turned to her computer. She immediately wrote and published an article about the grudges between Wang Wenhao and Shen Liangchuan.
Together with the article, there was a video that showed Wang Wenhao looking for trouble with Shen Liangchuan at Shen Liangchuan's office.
As a reporter, when she had witnessed their argument, she had subconsciously recorded it. 
When the article was published online, it immediately caused a huge stir!


They say the greatest blessing is marrying the idol you always dreamed of.

But Qiao Lian knows that reality is different...

The Internet claims that Best Actor Shen Liangchuan is a male god who is unaffected by any sexual drive, but Qiao Lian vehemently disagrees. It's a lie!

After finally carrying out the contract, Qiao Lian burst out, "I want a divorce! I don't want such a life!"

The English Wikipedia reached 4,000,000 registered user accounts on 1 April 2007,[14] just a little over a year since the millionth Wikipedian registered an account in late February 2006.[15]
Over 1,100,000 editors have edited Wikipedia more than 10 times.[16] Over 30,000 editors perform more than 5 edits per month, and a little over 3,000 perform more than 100 edits per month.[17] By 24 November 2011, a total of 500 million edits had been performed on the English Wikipedia.[citation needed]
As the largest Wikipedia edition, and because English is such a widely used language, the English Wikipedia draws many users and editors whose native language is not English. Such users may seek information from the English Wikipedia rather than the Wikipedia of their native language because the English Wikipedia tends to contain more information about general subjects. Often bringing in new perspectives, a strong motivation to contribute for them is to increase the coverage of topics outside the English world for an international audience and to enrich existing topics with missing information from non-English countries, thereby helping to reduce systemic bias. Successful collaborations have been developed between non-native English speakers who successfully add content to the English Wikipedia and native English speakers who act as copyeditors for them.[citation needed]
Arbitration committee
Main article: Arbitration Committee
The English Wikipedia has an arbitration committee (also known as ArbCom) that consists of a panel of editors that imposes binding rulings with regard to disputes between other editors of the online encyclopedia.[18] The committee was created by Jimmy Wales on 4 December 2003 as an extension of the decision-making power he had formerly held as owner of the site.[19][20]
When initially founded, the committee consisted of 12 arbitrators divided into three groups of four members each.[19][21] Since then, the committee has gradually expanded its membership to 18 arbitrators.[22][failed verification]
As with other aspects of the English Wikipedia, some of Wikipedia's sister projects have emulated the arbitration committee with their own similar versions.[23] For instance, in 2007, an arbitration committee was founded on the German Wikipedia called the Schiedsgericht [de].[24]
Controversies
Main article: Criticism of Wikipedia
See also: Wikipedia Seigenthaler biography incident and Essjay controversy
English Varieties
One controversy in the English Wikipedia concerns which national variety of the English language is to be preferred, with the most commonly advocated candidates being American English and British English.[25] Perennial suggestions range from standardizing upon a single form of English to forking the English Wikipedia project. A style guideline states, "the English Wikipedia has no general preference for a major national variety of the language" and "an article on a topic that has strong ties to a particular English-speaking nation uses the appropriate variety of English for that nation".[26] An article should use spelling and grammar variants consistently; for example, color and colour are not to be used in the same article, since they represent American and British English, respectively. The guide also states that an article must remain in its original national variant.
There has been a similar issue in the Chinese-language Wikipedia concerning regional differences in writing. Efforts toward a language fork for Portuguese Wikipedia have failed, but those regarding Norwegian Wikipedia succeeded.
Andrew Lih wrote that the English Wikipedia "didn't have the chance to go through a debate over whether there should be a British English Wikipedia or an American English Wikipedia" because the English Wikipedia was the original edition.[27][clarification needed] Editors agreed to use U.S. spellings for primarily American topics and British spellings for primarily British topics. In 2009 Lih wrote, "No doubt, American spellings tend to dominate by default just because of sheer numbers."[28]
Disputed articles
A 2013 study from Oxford University concluded that the most disputed articles on the English Wikipedia tended to be broader issues, while on other language Wikipedias the most disputed articles tended to be regional issues; this is due to the English language's status as a global lingua franca, which means that many who edit the English Wikipedia do not speak English as a native language.[clarification needed] The study stated that the most disputed entries on the English Wikipedia were: George W. Bush, anarchism, Muhammad, list of WWE personnel, global warming, circumcision, United States, Jesus, race and intelligence, and Christianity.[29]
Threats against high schools
Several incidents of threats of violence against high schools on Wikipedia have been reported in the mainstream press.[30][31][32] The Glen A. Wilson High School was the subject of such a threat in 2008,[30][31][32] and a 14-year-old was arrested for making a threat against Niles West High School on Wikipedia in 2006.[33]
Wikiprojects, and assessments of articles' importance and quality
Main article: WikiProject
A "WikiProject" is a group of contributors who want to work together as a team to improve Wikipedia. These groups often focus on a specific topic area (for example, women's history), a specific location or a specific kind of task (for example, checking newly created pages). The English Wikipedia currently has over 2,000 WikiProjects and activity varies.[34]
In 2007, in preparation for producing a print version, the English Wikipedia introduced an assessment scale of the quality of articles.[35] Articles are rated by WikiProjects. The range of quality classes begins with "Stub" (very short pages), followed by "Start", "C" and "B" (in increasing order of quality). Community peer review is needed for the article to enter one of the highest quality classes: either "good article", "A" or the highest, "featured article". Of the about 4.4 million articles and lists assessed as of March 2015, a little more than 5,000 (0.12%) are featured articles, and fewer than 2,000 (0.04%) are featured lists. One featured article per day, as selected by editors, appears on the main page of Wikipedia.[36][37]
The articles can also be rated as per "importance" as judged by a WikiProject. Currently, there are 5 importance categories: "low", "mid", "high", "top", and "???" for unclassified/uncertain level. For a particular article, different WikiProjects may assign different importance levels.
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