Chapter 87

Yan Hui was full of curiosity, really wanting to meet this San Pang who had stirred up the entire online literature world.

"Didn't I roughly tell you? San Pang is still a student, tutoring the daughter of a university teacher. I managed to sneak in and stayed there for a few days in Ice City," Donggua said with a dissatisfied glance, repeating it again.

"This San Pang is really interesting. 'Return to the Ming' is about to become a huge hit. This book could earn 500,000 yuan from online subscriptions alone. If it's published as a physical book, it might easily sell 100,000 copies. Then the royalties would be over a million. Why would he still be a tutor? Is it a little girl? Could there be some other purpose?"

Yan Hui was in a very good mood, speaking much more humorously and boldly than usual. In Donggua's memory, Yan Hui would never say such things, so she couldn't help but glare at him.

"Stop talking nonsense. San Pang is definitely not that kind of person. But I can't figure out why he's doing this. Moreover, he's not just good at writing; he's also incredibly good at math. I followed him to the library and saw him flipping through dozens of thick math theory books. My goodness, just a quick glance made me dizzy. You know what? He read for four hours straight, so engrossed that he didn't even notice me standing behind him."

Donggua was still excited when talking about this, gesturing as she spoke, which was quite amusing.

"I think this San Pang must have given you some kind of love potion. I've never seen you praise someone so much!" After a pause, Yan Hui wanted to light a cigarette but was stopped by Donggua's murderous look. He had to laugh and say, "Haha, our genius teenage writer is an idol to many young people. Now she's become a little fan herself!"

"What's so funny? Why can't I be a little fan? Hehe, I've already read 'Return to the Ming' up to four million words. I don't know when San Pang will hand over the remaining million words so I can be the first to read them!" Donggua giggled.

"Ha, you're handling both public and private matters. But, to be honest, San Pang has incredible writing skills, fast speed, and high quality. You must keep a close eye on him and tie him firmly to our Dianmiao Chinese Literature Network. I don't believe Xiao Xueqiang will give up. This guy is as tenacious as a cockroach. I heard he's still trying to raise funds." Yan Hui, who had a strong sense of crisis, hurriedly reminded Donggua.

"Don't worry, I'll treat San Pang with the warmth of spring, taking care of him as if he were my own younger brother." Donggua patted her chest to guarantee.

"I never thought San Pang was only a 17-year-old freshman. If he weren't two years younger than you, I would have started to suspect that he signed the contract because he admired you. When you told me you couldn't sign the contract, I collapsed in my office and didn't leave for a long time. I even recalled all my experiences from elementary school to now, feeling like I was about to die. That feeling was just too terrifying."

Thinking about that day, Yan Hui still felt a chill down his back and never wanted to experience it again.

"Spit, stop talking nonsense. Although San Pang is only 17, I don't feel like he's younger than me at all. On the contrary, I always feel like he's much older, even giving me a similar feeling to you. He must be a mature young man..." Donggua kept talking nonstop.

Yan Hui looked at her with a strange expression, his eyes full of gossip, and asked suspiciously, "Donggua, are you falling for a 17-year-old freshman? This San Pang is too capable, quietly causing a stir in our Dianmiao Chinese Literature Network and making us offer our Dianmiao Flower."

Donggua blushed and spat, "Stop talking nonsense. This is a fan's admiration for an idol, not what you think. If you keep saying this, I'll ask someone else to contact San Pang. I can't do this job."

Yan Hui quickly begged for mercy, bowing and scraping, "My dear, you can't quit. This San Pang is not easy to approach. You're the only one for the job. You must keep a close eye on him and prevent anyone from poaching him. When the right opportunity comes, sign a long-term contract to put our minds at ease."

Donggua was still upset and huffed.

"Look, should we hype up San Pang's identity as a genius writer? After all, being able to write 'Return to the Ming' at 17 is a good selling point," Yan Hui thought for a moment and asked, also trying to shift Donggua's focus to avoid her continuing to sulk.

This girl from Jianghai is gentle, but she likes to act up.

Donggua was seriously thinking when her phone beeped. She picked it up and laughed, "Look, we're on the same wavelength. You just suggested a bad idea, and San Pang's message came. Do you know what he said?"

Yan Hui thought, "I'm not a worm in his stomach, how would I know what he said?" But he was indeed curious and asked, "Oh, what did he say?"

"Tomorrow's Sanjiang Interview, no real information about me is to be disclosed." Donggua read it out with a smile and continued, "He's a low-key guy who doesn't want any of his information exposed."

Yan Hui nodded in agreement, and the two discussed the precautions for the Sanjiang Interview.

Finally, Yan Hui laughed, "As expected, Boss Jiang just invested, and Jiang Yuehan is about to take over our Dianmiao. Guess what? She even submitted a resume to me. Isn't that unnecessary? Could I not hire her? We'll interview her together, and our genius teenage writer will give her a taste of her own medicine to prevent her from interfering with our operations after she joins."

Donggua pouted, very unhappy. As the saying goes, two tigers cannot coexist on the same mountain, unless one is male and the other is female. How could two famous genius teenage girls coexist on the same mountain!

......

In the Jiang family villa on Changsheng Road in Jingyi District, Jianghai City, Jiang Yuehan's messy room was filled with a chaotic array of items on the large desk.

Jiang Yuehan, with messy hair, was drawing something on a drawing board, frowning occasionally, grabbing a handful of hair, and staring blankly at her work.

Pouting, shaking her head, tearing the paper, crumpling it, and throwing it into the trash can, she started drawing again on a new sheet, completely focused, occasionally scratching her head, pursing her lips, and blowing bubbles.

Jiang Dajiao, after a busy day at work, hurried home, rushed upstairs, and found Yuehan in her room, drawing. He walked over and praised, "Refined and elegant, handsome and graceful. Isn't this Yang Ling from 'Return to the Ming'? Your Uncle Li's handsome son came back from abroad and invited you to dinner, but you didn't go. You were hiding at home drawing this!"

Jiang Yuehan didn't turn around, snorting, "Your group of friends, what good son could they raise? Are you still thinking about some marriage alliance or strong alliance nonsense?"

After saying that, she put down her brush temporarily, turned around, and looked at her father with big, watery eyes, "Does my dearest father want to trade my lifelong happiness for career success?"

Jiang Dajiao couldn't resist her, stroking her messy hair, and said seriously, "Is your father that kind of person? Even if I had to give up the entire Shengshi Group for my precious daughter's happiness, I wouldn't hesitate. It's better not to go. I saw your Uncle Li's son, and he's just a spoiled brat, not much of a person, only talking about sports cars and women."

Jiang Yuehan giggled, hugged her father, and kissed his cheek, saying in a sweet voice, "I knew my father was the best. Look, I've drawn it twenty times, and I'm finally satisfied."

Jiang Dajiao rushed back to see the update, not expecting to see a drawing. Moreover, this drawing was clearly in a comic style, which he didn't like at his age. But since it was his precious daughter's work, he still took it and looked at it repeatedly, praising, "It's really well done, very lifelike. By the way, get the 'Return to the Ming' webpage ready for me. I was so eager to read it yesterday, and it's been bothering me all day. These web novels updating a little bit each day are really frustrating, keeping people in suspense!"

"You just want to read 'Return to the Ming,' not really care about me. I've already adjusted it for you," Jiang Yuehan said, handing over the laptop.

Jiang Dajiao comforted his daughter, took the laptop, and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't it supposed to be 20,000 words a day? Why only 10,000 today? How can I read it to my satisfaction? I need to call Yan Hui and ask what's going on."

"Father, please, even though you're the major shareholder of Dianmiao, it's best not to interfere with their management. What do you know about it? This is because San Pang is scheduled for the Sanjiang Interview tomorrow night, so they're deliberately holding back the chapters today," Jiang Yuehan explained, looking down on her father.

Jiang Dajiao always listened to his daughter, nodded in agreement, and put down the phone.

"Moreover, after the Sanjiang Interview tomorrow, 'Return to the Ming' will go on a paid subscription. The number of updates will depend on the number of people watching the interview. I think the number could exceed 200,000," Jiang Yuehan continued.

"Does that mean we can read 200,000 words tomorrow night?" Jiang Dajiao, though lacking authority in front of his daughter, was quick-witted and immediately understood.

Jiang Yuehan nodded and then laughed, "But 'Return to the Ming' will start charging tomorrow, so you can't read it for free anymore!"

Jiang Dajiao glared and said, "Even I can't read it for free? I'll have to call Yan Hui and talk to him about this. How unreasonable."

Jiang Yuehan rolled her eyes, "Didn't we agree not to interfere? Why are you doing this again?"

Jiang Dajiao said sheepishly, "I just don't know how to continue reading. I don't want to spend time figuring it out. Hehe, Xiao Han, can you help me set it up? I heard from Yan Hui about registering as a member and paying for subscriptions."

This earned him another round of disdain from his daughter, but she finally set up an account for him. When he was asked for a nickname, Jiang Dajiao scratched his head for a long time and finally called himself "Big Boss," a nickname that earned him another round of disdain from his daughter.

Fortunately, Boss Jiang was used to being teased by his daughter. Not only was he not angry, but he even enjoyed it. However, tomorrow at work, someone at Shengshi Group would be in trouble! Boss Jiang couldn't vent his frustration on his daughter, but he could on his subordinates!

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