Chapter 2

【New book launch, looking forward to the support and recommendations from book friends】

Although the morning was not long, the house had undergone a complete transformation. The original mess had vanished, and the small, clean room now exuded a subtle warmth.

Leaning back on the sofa, Lin Han wore a satisfied smile. It looked much more comfortable now! He had shaved off his beard and washed his previously messy hair, now presenting himself as a sunny and handsome young man.

The house had one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom, covering over fifty square meters. For a bachelor, it wasn't small, but the rent in Yanjing wasn't cheap. The monthly rent of 3,000 yuan was a significant burden for someone who was unemployed.

Lin Han, who had once directed a 300 million yuan production, was embarrassed to ask the company for the remaining funds after such a significant loss.

Since being laid off, he had been living off his savings. His card now had only a little over 1,000 yuan left, and he had to pay the next quarter's rent and heating fees next month.

"Ah, why be so vain? Can't make movies, can't make TV shows, not even ads want me, and I'm renting a 3,000 yuan a month apartment, too extravagant!" Lin Han sighed, pondering how to earn money to support himself.

Even a literary youth needs to eat, drink, and take care of basic needs. He couldn't just read a book and drink cold water to fill his stomach.

Thinking of this, his stomach protested even louder. He hadn't eaten anything all morning, and even a strong person couldn't endure it.

Lin Han quickly stood up, took out his wallet, phone, and keys, and headed to the supermarket to buy some essentials. At least he needed to replace items like toothbrushes, towels, and underwear, even if they were used by the original body, they still felt uncomfortable to use.

Pushing the shopping cart, he carefully compared prices, putting a bag of rice, some vegetables, seasonings, and meat into it. Lin Han planned to cook at home, which would be both clean and cost-effective.

The kitchen was well-equipped with an electric rice cooker and a gas stove. His cooking skills were decent, so he decided to make do for now and focus on earning money later.

The supermarket trip cost over 200 yuan, and Lin Han deeply reflected on his extravagance. Unexpectedly, he got his head caught in the closing elevator door at the elevator entrance.

Washing rice, preparing vegetables, and cutting meat, a simple Kung Pao chicken and tomato and egg stir-fry appeared on the table. Lin Han, with a growling stomach, was about to eat when he was interrupted by urgent knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" He walked to the door in slippers, opened it irritably, and wanted to see who was so tactless to disturb him while he was eating.

As soon as he opened the door, a tall woman in a trench coat squeezed in, familiar with the surroundings. She glanced around the room, then turned to look at Lin Han, surprised, and said, "Not bad, I thought you weren't answering my calls and had died in here, planning to come and collect your body. Didn't expect you to have changed so much?"

Lin Han looked at the woman, who exuded a mature and alluring aura. Chen Jiaxuan, after taking off her trench coat, revealed a voluptuous figure, her ample chest defying gravity, long legs clad in black stockings, and a charming face with almond eyes that caught Lin Han's attention.

As a famous "killer bee" in the entertainment industry, Chen Jiaxuan's appearance was no less impressive than the artists she managed. She had encountered people who wanted to take advantage of her, but with her strong background, she always maintained her independence, walking through the industry with ease, and it wasn't hard to produce superstars with abundant resources.

"What? Mute today, not saying a word?" Chen Jiaxuan sat on the sofa, suddenly staring at the two dishes on the table as if she had seen an alien.

"Jiaxuan, have you eaten? If not, you can try it," Lin Han invited, not knowing how to face her. Dealing with interpersonal relationships was much more complicated than cleaning.

Chen Jiaxuan didn't hesitate, sitting at the table like a tomboy, picking up Lin Han's chopsticks and putting a piece of chicken in her mouth. After chewing, she said, "Didn't expect you to know how to cook."

Since he couldn't avoid it, Lin Han sat on the other side of the table and said sarcastically, "There's a lot you don't know about me, I just haven't shown it."

"You look much better now. A man shouldn't hide in his house and wallow in self-pity. Sadness is for Lin Daiyu. It's just a job, find another one, it won't kill you."

"I'm not the same person anymore, I've completely changed," Lin Han said, shoveling a mouthful of rice. Since he had come to this new world, he was determined to live well and not waste this reincarnation.

Chen Jiaxuan felt a surge of joy. She was really worried that Lin Han would be discouraged. Seeing the renewed Lin Han, her heart was at ease.

When she came, she was really prepared to collect his body, as the security guard said Lin Han's access card hadn't been used for nearly five days.

"So, what do you plan to do now?" Chen Jiaxuan, having eaten her fill, leaned back on the sofa. She couldn't bear to see a once-great talent sink so low. The Lin Han of the past was a leader on set, captivating everyone.

The failure of that sci-fi film was due to various factors, but he was the one who took the blame.

Lin Han, with his back to Chen Jiaxuan, was washing dishes in the kitchen. He said casually, "What else can I do? Earn money to pay the rent, the next month's rent is due."

"Or you could move in with me. I live alone, and the extra room is just sitting there." Chen Jiaxuan regretted saying this, wanting to bite her tongue. It was too forward.

Lin Han paused, looking at Chen Jiaxuan through the glass. The usually domineering woman now looked nervous, which was quite amusing.

But moving in wasn't a good idea. He had changed too much, and living together would quickly reveal his changes. Women are like detectives in daily life.

"Thanks, but it's not convenient to live with you. I'm used to living here, it's fine."

Chen Jiaxuan's expression darkened but quickly adjusted. She gave up trying to persuade him and changed the topic, "So, what's your plan to earn money? If you want to return to the entertainment industry and direct movies, I can try, no guarantees, but I can find you a position in a production team."

Lin Han's mind raced. He didn't know how to direct movies; that was the original owner's skill, not something he had inherited.

As Lin Han was lost in thought, he realized he had a chip-like memory, remembering everything from his past life clearly, even the nurse from his infancy.

The forgotten memories in his mind could be recalled with a thought. He remembered the reading comprehension passage from his junior high school Chinese exam, the provincial top scorer from his college entrance exam, a statistic he heard in his first year of college, his first month's salary, and the characters on page 501 of the Xinhua Dictionary.

The clarity of his memory brought these answers to the forefront, as if they had just happened, with no blurriness. Anything he had encountered in his past life, he could recall with perfect clarity.

"Tsk, tsk, such a good memory, if you went to the 'Brainiest' show, you'd shock everyone." Lin Han was completely immersed in his thoughts, realizing he was sitting on a gold mine without using it.

To put it mildly, he had the entire world as his support. From childhood to adulthood, the songs he had heard, the TV shows he had watched, the books he had read, all of these were his wealth.

He quickly turned off the faucet, not even bothering to wipe the water droplets from the sink. After searching the original owner's memories, Lin Han found that this world didn't have "Border Town," "Fortress Besieged," "Facing the Sea with Spring Warmth," "The Ordinary World," or "White Deer Plain."

However, Lu Xun's works like "The Call to Arms," "Wandering," and "Old Tales Retold" were published under his real name, Zhou Shuren. Few people knew Lu Xun as a pen name.

But Lin Han knew that even if he could write these works word for word, the deep meanings in literary works were tied to their historical context. He lacked the ability to write "Fortress Besieged," which a young person couldn't grasp, so he had to temporarily put these books aside and keep them in his memory.

At that moment, he noticed a stack of "Science Fiction World" magazines on the bookshelf. He couldn't write literary novels, but science fiction, a genre of imagination, was perfect for young people.

Both he and the original owner loved science fiction. The original owner had even taken on the challenging movie production because of his love for science fiction, even though he was now in dire straits, he still bought every issue of "Science Fiction World."

The DVD cover on the table, with the title "Beyond the Solar System," was particularly eye-catching. The original owner seemed to have been watching it repeatedly while drinking, leading to Lin Han's successful reincarnation.

"What are you doing? You haven't answered my question, what do you plan to do?" Chen Jiaxuan looked at Lin Han, puzzled, as if he had completely ignored her.

"I want to write novels, science fiction novels, like these." Lin Han held up a copy of "Science Fiction World," his face glowing with determination.

Earlier, while cleaning, he had briefly browsed the magazine's cover and noticed that the familiar science fiction novels he knew were not there.

"Three-Body," "I, Robot," "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" series, and even science fiction movies like "Jurassic Park," "Star Trek," and "Star Wars" were not present.

Who knew that Chen Jiaxuan burst out laughing, hitting the pillow in her arms, "Write science fiction? Don't joke, do what you can do."

Clearly not believing him, writing novels wasn't something anyone could do. Many people couldn't even write an 800-word essay, let alone a novel of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of words.