Chapter 30 Hurricane Day
At the same time, Blue Star.
"What are you messing about?"
"You've spent all your working capital on an entertainer, and now you want to use the family's resources to play around? Grid, I don't ask you to be like your brothers, but don't be so willful as to throw the Green family's face on the ground and trample on it!" 685057969 RHOD OH OH; SKIRTS
Grid held up his smart bracelet and listened in silence. He was not surprised that his mother-in-law knew his bank statements.
It is a cause for concern for any family to have cash flow exceeding tens of millions in one day.
Especially, if he finds out that the whereabouts of the funds are ridiculous, the head of the Green family will certainly be angry.
Fifty million is not a lot of money for a big shot like the Green family leader.
But if the 50 million didn't buy anything of value and was completely wasted, he would still turn his attention and criticize his young son's methods and intelligence.
"The company told me that you also wanted a physical publishing contract?" After listening to his assistant's retelling and understanding the origin of the matter, the Green family leader sneered.
"Every year, every year! Every year, more than 100 emotional experts from advanced planets will publish dating tips books based on the annual production of male insect love movies. This market is both saturated and cheap!"
"You actually invested all your liquid funds into a half-dead sunset industry! Low-level stars don't need skill books, and medium-level stars have C-level masters. Dating skill books are at best a must-have before exams. In real combat, who can use such fictional theories from F-level masters?"
"Are you still 12 or 13 years old? Still believe that the F-class gentlemen who make movies are the same as the high-ranking nobles in the cat's eyes?! The anchor you invested in is not even a gentleman! Oh my God! Oh my God! Grid! You really disappoint me!"
The head of the Green family was getting more and more angry on the other end of the smart bracelet, but his youngest son remained silent for a long time. He scolded him harshly: "Do you have anything to say to me?"
"I won't use the family name for this investment." Grid responded calmly.
Mr. Green: "So you still want to implement this investment that is doomed to fail?"
Grid showed a happy smile as usual, and said to the female father: "After all, I am not the brothers. This time I am just testing the waters. Please don't worry about me!"
On the other end of the intelligent computer communication, the head of the Green family did not speak for a long time. When he spoke again, his attitude was extremely cold: "If you insist on doing so."
"If you don't have outstanding results by the end of this year, I will consider putting you on the cat's eye."
"Go and be your brother's personal attendant, Gwen." The Green family called out their youngest son's nickname without a trace of tenderness.
Grid's second brother is a male. He has had cat eyes since birth. He goes home twice a year. He doesn't have a deep affection for his brothers, but his relationship with them is not that bad either.
If Grid was sent up as a servant, he would basically have to say goodbye to his life as a young master and become a servant of another noble. If he was unlucky, he would be a recorder or etiquette officer for the rest of his life.
With better luck, his family would apply to bring him back after a few years, and it would be a journey of hardship.
The cat-eyed ministers would not have any relationship with attendants, recorders, or ceremonial officers. For Grid, this punishment was a form of exile that tempered his character.
After saying this, Patriarch Green hung up the call.
Grid sat down, his body tensed, and he stared at the floor in silence until his eyes became sore.
He adjusted his mood and switched back to the live broadcast room, just in time to see @菲特 wrote:
[……
What did Fate say that night? Oh (laughs).
Actually, I didn't understand him either. He was suffering from a high fever and spoke in a mess, using slang, colloquialisms and even dirty words.
But I could feel that he was struggling, trying to defeat the bad things coming his way once again with his willpower and bravery.
But bravery is only a small fulcrum in the world. It cannot pry open the physiological craze, it cannot pry open the strict rules of Otto Vincent, and there are too many things that it cannot pry open.
But I feel terrified by this.
If I'm in it, I hold his hand, and he's going to win this battle that's about to be fought.
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Grid initially treated the cooperation as a small joke to test the waters, as there were too many risks and too much uncertainty.
If physical copies are really to be printed, the minimum print run would be one million copies, based on the amount to be sent to the ten major legions. If there is not enough capital to flow back, the loss would be so tragic that it would be beyond description.
But after chatting with Fate, Grid seemed to be on an unstoppable roller coaster, rushing forward.
The father's pessimism and indifference further aroused Grid's anger, and he actually took it seriously.
He wants to do it, he insists on doing it, and he wants to do it well!
Grid looked at the line of words as if possessed.
"If I'm in this, and I hold his hand, he's going to win this battle that's about to be fought."
These words almost made Grid shudder, and he thought of Fate's words.
Words have power, Gwen.
How bad could it be? I'll be in the cat's eye, at least I was with my brother.
Grid took a deep breath and began to frantically look through the contact information on his social media. Even though his mother-in-law wouldn't give him a copyright number, it wasn't like he didn't know other people who worked in the official circle!
Just wait, Fate, until you finish writing! I'm ready for everything!
[…
The next day, my guardian was watching him.
They were very strict when it came to the possibility of exposing my identity.
They monitor Fate all day long, and if Fate dares to reveal himself, they will immediately appear and take him away in public.
But, no.
Oh my god, you can't believe this.
He was distracted on the way to class, but once he entered the practice room, his attention was immediately drawn to his mecha lover, and he focused on the practical combat.
Also because he was temporarily branded last night, his hormones are now very stable. He was in great shape in today's class and killed 6 groups of opponents in 30 minutes.
Then, after class, the mind and soul fly away again.
According to my guardian, he walked back and forth, stopping and starting, and rehearsed several dialogue scenarios under several empty pavilions, sometimes being serious and sometimes argumentative.
My guardians say that Fate Wynn isn't feeling right in the head today, maybe he's taken some stronger stimulant.
But I know why.
Haha, I like his silliness.
…
The moment we started talking, he was stunned, backed out of the door with unsteady steps, and turned around and bumped into the door.
Did I say he's really strong?
He knocked the door of our dormitory into a human shape.
We moved to another dormitory that night.
He didn't know that I was followed by a guardian, so he didn't dare to be too far away from me, nor too close to me, and he wanted to tie himself to the bed.
…
There are so many happy things to say, and we lived a good life for a long time.
So good that I almost forgot I was a saint and became a real 'Carol Sue'.
…
There are always things I need to solve.
After I had been studying at Automan for a full year, the agreed date was approaching and I had to go back to Maoyan to take care of necessary matters.
I didn't tell Fate the complicated story behind it at the time, I just said that I had to go home to deal with some important matters.
But Fate, my dear fool, he is so sharp and so reckless.
He was silent for a moment, then asked me bluntly if I would never come back.
I wanted to tease him, but when our eyes met, I couldn't bear to do it.
He looked at me persistently and seriously, with a light in his eyes. I could feel his gaze slowly sliding across my eyes, my nose, and my lips.
I felt like I had turned into a book in front of him, and he was trying very hard to memorize it.
He quickly smiled again and said to me, "They are all adult insects, don't worry! Don't worry!"
Fate made a zipper gesture with his mouth, and then asked happily, "Do you want to drink tonight?"
He is laughing.
My heart skipped a beat at this laugh.
Suddenly I felt sad.
We went up to the old rooftop, lay on our school uniform jackets, drank beer and looked at the moon.
At that time, none of us took the initiative to bring up the topic.
I have a lot on my mind. There are too many things to deal with after I return to Maoyan. Each one is like a mountain. I need to climb hard and pay a price to get over it.
When our ten cans of beer were empty, Fate drunkenly started the conversation.
He didn't say anything to make me feel uncomfortable and heartbroken, he talked about celestial bodies, the rotation of the planets, the tides of the moon.
Each planet has its own rotation, and other planets revolve around other planets. At some point, they will appear on the same line at the same time, and at another point, they will be offset. Some planets rotate in 24 hours, some in 24 years, and some even longer.
Fate got excited and said a bunch of inexplicable textbook words. We kept listening. His voice became lower and lower halfway through his speech. I thought he fell asleep, but it wasn't until the moon set in the west and the faint light of the sun appeared on the other side of the world.
Then he said to me softly, Goodbye, moon.
……]
[Can you share Fate Wynne's book list from his last semester? I'm just curious, just pure curiosity! ]
[This is the first time I know that you can find love story material from school textbooks. I'm impressed. Fate Wynn has something on his side.]
This latest paragraph even gave the Kaxueliu a beating. It took about ten minutes before new Kaxueliu comments rushed into the comment section.
【It is considered that he knows the appearance. 】
【Be self-aware】
[Bullshit! This mediocre guy is playing hard to get! ]
Because of this more romantic description of the separation, the quarrels and curses in the comment section were much quieter.
However, the main force behind the quarrel, the Carolists, are still celebrating in the forums. The latest storyline has already hinted at the real pressure that Mr. Carol will face.
The substitute flow is to eat something quickly when there is one bite to eat, without thinking too much.
Being chased by a few famous accounts of Kaxueliu, they shamelessly fought back with the good ending at the beginning of the story. However, due to the implicit pressure of reality in the latest clips, their fightback did not hurt Kaxueliu.
But! It doesn’t matter! Anchor Fate will take action!
@Fit:
[……
After that, we didn’t see each other for 2 years.]
【Um?】
【etc??】
【What!?】
The comments section was immediately filled with comments about this turn of events.
[……
My experience at Maoyan over the past two years has been definitely more exciting and eventful than my past 20 years or so.
I am very fortunate that among my teachers, there are those who truly love and care about me.
I am more persistent, stronger and more determined than before.
I succeeded.
Even though this success means countless agreements to be signed, I succeeded.
…
Two years later, Fate had left the third campus of Ottowen and transferred to the second campus with excellent performance as a mecha soldier. The ten major legions also gave him a recommendation quota.
For a mediocre student, his achievement was outstanding, top-notch and extremely outstanding. He became the star cadet of that year.
Over the past two years, based on the Guardians' intelligence, Fate Wynn has become much calmer.
Almost became another insect.
The guardian said that he looked a bit like a higher species.
Be silent, be good at avoiding danger, start to learn to assess the situation and lie low.
I'm not afraid of this.
I once held him in my arms late into the night and stayed up till dawn. In my arms, his fever went from high to warm. Even with the help of hormones, he did not give up his struggle.
I believe him.
I chose the right time and used my power to intervene in the second campus of Autonwen University again after a long absence.
I asked them to single out Fit Wynn's ID number and arrange for him to live in a newly built dormitory building. Construction had just begun and it was not yet fully completed. Only a small half of the dormitory had been painted, and the water and electricity were connected that day.
The entire new dormitory area is far away from the Bishop's school district. After the construction is completed, a large stadium will be opened nearby, but the stadium is still on the drawing board. It is very quiet here. The dormitory door is half open. I sit by the window and patiently listen to the footsteps.
The sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached from afar. The owner of the footsteps was very angry, and he wanted to step through the tiles with every step.
I waited patiently until the door hit the wall with a loud bang.
In an instant, even the sound of breathing on the other side of the door disappeared.
I turned around and saw Fate standing there with the duffel bag, his mouth open, anger still comically lingering on his face.
I admit that I was very proud at the time. I even used the reserved smile that I loved to use when I was 16 years old and raised my chin at him in a pretentious manner.
Then I pointed to the cans of beer on the table and said, "You're so slow. Let's go to the rooftop to drink?"
…
He went crazy, just like the first time he collaborated on an AI project and won his first victory.
He rushed over, hugged me and spun around, yelling and screaming. He didn't look like a star cadet at all. His tears were all over my school uniform, and his stubble was a little prickly when he kissed me.
The higher-level guardians of the truth can say that.
Fate asked nothing and I said nothing.
It was not until we graduated and I proposed to him that he opened his mouth again with a dazed look on his face. In an instant, all the halo of a celebrity military heroine faded away and he returned to the way he was when we first met.
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My name is Carol Superior, and this is my story.
I have found my land and I am happy.
Thank you for the interview.]
After Shi Cunjin finished writing the last word, he put down the smart bracelet, pinched his eyebrows, leaned back to relax his neck, and looked at the time. It was almost one o'clock. He had been broadcasting for nearly five hours today, and he was reading the materials while broadcasting. No wonder his neck felt stiff.
After a short break, Shi Cunjin opened the account backend to check private messages, and Hong Taoxin just happened to send him the contract email.
[---Contract Attachment.zip---]
Shi Cunjin completely relaxed and sank into the sofa. He said to the system, "Prepare to release the pre-sale link collection, and announce the 10,000-word offline physical book extra chapter of 30 races."
The storm is just beginning.