The sunny banks of the Seine in autumn are like a beautiful ancient poem.

The leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the road gradually turned yellow and red, and everything was golden.

Pedestrians on the street were wearing coats, holding hot coffee in their hands, enjoying the warmth brought by the sun in the sky.

Dracula leaned on the street corner, his cold eyes scanning the people on the street, like a high-definition camera.

His nose occasionally twitched, analyzing the identity of passers-by from their movements and body odor.

"It stinks. I smell the scent of hundreds of people of the opposite sex. She has slept with at least hundreds of people of the opposite sex."

"It's barely stinky, but it smells like ten people of the opposite sex."

'This one won't work either'

'Oh shit, this bitch has had sex with a beast?'

'Oh my god, are there no virgins left?'

Dracula's heart sank as he eliminated the women who passed by one by one.

He just wanted to drink a sip of the pure blood of a virgin. Is it so difficult?

Not only that, what about the black slaves walking through the streets with their heads held high?

Aren't these dirty guys supposed to be working hard on the estate?

What about their master, did he allow them to leave the manor without stopping them?

Oh damn, this world is absolutely sick!

'No, I want to correct it, correct it little by little, and get it back on track!'

Dracula was filled with hatred and continued to look around.

"Huh"

At this moment, a blonde girl with blue eyes came forward and his eyes lit up.

He smelled the scent of purity from the girl. She must still be a virgin! "Oh, Darling, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Dracula walked forward, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in a familiar voice.

"My dear, I was wrong. I'm sorry."

The girl looked up and met his gaze, becoming dazed for a moment, but quickly recovered.

She looked apologetic like a girl who was late for a date, hugged Dracula's neck and kissed him.

"It's okay. Let's go."

Dracula, who possessed extraordinary mental strength, used a little trick to capture his first blood slave since his birth.

Soon, the two found a hotel and walked into the room under the ambiguous gaze of the owner.

The girl who was affected by the mental power hugged Dracula's neck and bit it, like a girl in love.

'Click'

Dracula's eyes gradually turned red, revealing two sharp fangs, and he bit the girl's neck hard.

He sucked the gurgling blood into his mouth, and the girl's eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Girl: I thought it was a wonderful encounter, but I didn’t expect you to suck my blood?

"Oh? Is this the blood of a virgin? It's such a delicacy!"

"Listy Ribeiro, 18 years old, British, from an upper-class family, a student at Newcastle University, visiting Paris"

"Oh, she is one-eighth royal, and her ancestors were nobles?"

"What a bunch of bullshit nobles! Compared to the noble vampires, they are worse than shit."

The girl was sleeping soundly on the big bed, with two fresh tooth holes visible on her delicate neck.

Dracula closed his eyes and licked his lips, savoring the taste.

He was receiving the girl's memories and soon found out her identity, which made him very unhappy.

Compared to the noble vampires, the so-called nobles in the world are all shit!

Oh no, except the master, the master is more noble than me.

"I need money and huge influence!"

"The glory of my noble blood clan begins with you!"

Although he was dissatisfied, Dracula knew that he was unable to fight against the secular rules now.

Now he can only take advantage of the rules and actively integrate into them to strengthen himself.

Once you become powerful enough, you can make your own rules and become the controller and manipulator of the rules.

Dracula looked down at the girl on the bed, his eyes flickering for a moment.

"In the name of the blood clan baron Dracula Su, I grant you the supreme honor of being a blood slave!"

He recited a mysterious ancient blood clan spell, marking the girl as a blood slave, making her his first blood slave.

Blood slaves are different from descendants. Blood slaves are the most humble slaves. They will willingly give everything to their masters.

However, descendants exist to carry on the continuation of the blood lineage. Developing descendants is by no means an easy task and requires careful selection.

"Dear master, your blood slave Lisdy sends you greetings!"

A flash of blood appeared, and the girl on the bed opened her eyes and prostrated herself respectfully in front of Dracula.

"From now on, you don't have to call yourself a blood slave in public. Just call me boss."

Dracula showed a satisfied look and said indifferently.

"Yes, my dear master."

Lisdy responded respectfully.

"Get up first, I'll give you a task."

"Do whatever you can to make money for me and help me find pure virgins, the more the better!"

Dracula nodded and ordered.

"Dear master, the blood slave obeys your command."

Lisdy responded again.

"Okay, go ahead."

After the two exchanged contact information, Dracula sent the girl away.

After Lisdy bowed, she respectfully left the room.

"This is only my first blood slave, but it will definitely not be the last!"

After a while, Dracula also left the hotel and continued to look for prey.

The next day.

In the warehouse in the east of the city, Su Qing received high-quality grain seeds sent by the agricultural supplies company.

It even comes with a batch of promotional materials on various types of planting seeds and a planting manual.

“That’s quite thoughtful.”

After looking through the contents of the planting manual, Su Qing was extremely satisfied.

It would be a good opportunity to give these promotional materials and planting manuals to Xu Huaping so that she can make purchases next time.

After storing the grain seeds into his personal space, he immediately gave them to Xu Huaping.

Along with it, there is also a set of Three Divine Books for Time Travelers that I purchased yesterday.

"Miss, I bought what you wanted. Please accept it."

After sending the supplies to Xu Huaping, Su Qing sent another private message on the way home.

"Oh, I see. Brother is really fast."

"I'm too lazy to ask the price. This isn't the first time we've dealt with each other."

"How about this, I'm so poor now that I only have money left, so I'll give you some gold."

Soon, Xu Huaping received the grain seeds and books, and was very satisfied after carefully checking them.

With this batch of supplies, she can transform the Daqian Dynasty bit by bit according to the grand blueprint in her mind.

After thinking about it, Xu Huaping took out a box of gold from his personal space and sent it to Su Qing.

She wouldn't put the things in the warehouse. It's safer and more reassuring to carry them with her.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Su Qing didn't care. These grain seeds probably cost him more than three million yuan, so he believed Xu Huaping would not be stingy.

[Ding! You received a red envelope (1,000 kilograms of gold) from 'Qingchuan Xu Huaping'. ]

The next moment, a big red envelope popped up.

Woc! Another ton of gold? Su Qing was stunned.

Including this ton, there are 2.5 tons of gold.

If we convert it again, it’s worth at least 1 billion!

'Fuck, I'm a billionaire now?'

After calculating this, Su Qing felt even more confused.

"Miss, isn't this too much?"

"Could it be that you want to support me? Haha!"

That's crazy.

"Haha, I've already told you, now I'm so poor that I only have money left."

"You will definitely trouble me in the future, so just keep it."

After confiscating the entire Jiangnan region, Xu Huaping had more than five million taels of gold in his hands, which is more than two hundred tons.

In addition to gold, there are more than 30 million taels of silver, antiques, calligraphy and paintings by famous people, and various treasures.

It has to be said that many families in Jiangnan are so wealthy that they can make a lot of money by confiscating their property!

"Okay, I won't be polite with you either. Just tell me if you need anything in the future."

Su Qing thought about it and it made sense. There was no point in me being polite to a rich woman.

Afterwards, he happily put the gold into his personal space.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely find you if there's anything."

"As you should. Miss, you are welcome to hit me with gold."

After chatting and laughing for a while, the two of them disconnected.

Kyushu world.

Ziyang City, the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Wang Sheng, with a refined temperament, sat in the main seat, looking majestic without even getting angry.

Sitting below were his subordinates, each sitting upright and looking straight ahead.

"Everyone, are you curious about why I called you here?"

After everyone arrived, Wang Sheng spoke loudly.

Everyone looked at him without answering, waiting for him to speak.

"Wang Qi, you speak!"

Wang Sheng looked at a subordinate beside him, who was also his brother who grew up with him.

"My Lord, and all my colleagues, I just received news that the Sifang Sect cut off our food supply and, seeing that we did not lose our composure, ordered the Baiyun Mansion, Canglan Mansion, Tianyuan Sect and other third-rate sects to attack us together with the eight surrounding cities, determined to annihilate us! The situation is urgent, please let the Lord make the decision!"

A general named Wang Qi stood up, looked at everyone, and announced some shocking news.

"What? The Sifang Sect is so overbearing. Not only did they cut off our food supply, but they also wanted to kill us all?"

"City Lord, let's fight them."

"Yes, if one comes, kill one, if two come, kill a pair. We in Ziyang City are not to be trifled with."

Everyone was in an uproar, and they all stood up and shouted loudly.

Wang Sheng looked around, and everyone was afraid to look at him, so they quieted down.

"I will definitely beat him. I, Wang Sheng, have never known how to write the word 'fear'."

"But how to fight is a science."

With a dignified look on his face, he said: "We must not only fight, but also win, and win beautifully!"

"Strike one open blow to prevent a hundred blows from coming!"

"We beat them so hard that when others hear our name, Wang Sheng, they tremble in fear and dare not mess with us."

"Tell me, how should we fight?"

At the beginning, Wang Sheng could not bear to see his brothers from the same village suffer, so he led them in a rebellion.

After taking over Ziyang City, he did not have much ambition and did not think about conquering a large territory.

But what can I do? I don’t take the initiative to provoke others, but others can’t tolerate me!

In this case, there is nothing to say, just beat them! "Reporting to the city lord, I think we can stop the enemy in advance and keep them out."

"I think we can try to win over a group of them."

After hearing this, everyone became excited and quickly started a discussion.

Parallel world, Hong Kong.

Ever since receiving the first payment for his writing, Wang Xiaobao has been working hard to copy or rather, write the sequel to the novel "Zhu Xian".

With his writing speed, he can write 15,000 words a day.

No need to think, just copy it.

The only shortcoming is that it cannot be discovered.

Therefore, he locked himself at home every day and devoted himself to copying books.

A week later, Wang Xiaobao submitted the first 100,000 words of the manuscript, completing the word count requirement in the initial contract.

At the same time, he also received all subsequent royalties, a total of 6,960 yuan.

After returning, Wang Xiaobao continued copying books and prepared to finish writing the rest of the manuscript.

On the other hand, Editor-in-Chief Zhou was very satisfied after receiving the first 100,000 words of the manuscript.

The next day, the 13,000-word opening chapter of the novel "Zhu Xian" was serialized in the supplement of Oriental Daily.

The subtitle reads: 'Heaven and earth are unkind, and treat all things as straw dogs! '

The grand title is really eye-catching and it is hard not to notice it.

Wang Xiaobao got the newspaper, looked at the layout, and was greatly surprised.

The content of the novel published on the entire page starts with the appearance of Zhang Xiaofan, then Pu Zhi, and the mysterious man in black, and finally Zhang Xiaofan falls into a coma.

Apart from anything else, the fight between Puzhi and the man in black is enough to attract people to watch.

[The Nine Heavens Mysterious Blade transforms into divine thunder; the magnificent power of heaven is guided by the sword! ]

Summoning thunder to serve you is so cool! "I hope it will be a big hit, so I can raise the price later."

"Even if the old fox Editor-in-Chief Zhou is reluctant to let me go, the worst that can happen is that I can just change to another newspaper."

"Now that you've become famous, are you still worried about not making money?"

Wang Xiaobao's first thought was joy. The words I wrote were finally printed. How great! It brought wealth to my Wang family!

Afterwards, he quickly realized that he had been tricked by the old fox, Editor-in-Chief Zhou!

Releasing 13,000 words at one time, taking up so much space, would inevitably sacrifice the content of other pages.

If Editor-in-Chief Zhou did not have sufficient confidence in his novel, he would never have taken such a risk.

In other words, this old guy obviously thinks highly of his novel, but he tries his best to lower the price. How bad!

The other side.

Jiahe’s Clearwater Bay Studio.

Bruce Lee is currently filming the movie "Game of Death", in which he will serve as the lead actor, director and action director.

During the half-time break, everyone was reading newspapers to relax.

After Bruce Lee finished arranging the work at hand, he picked up a copy of "Oriental Daily" and started reading.

It didn't matter that he took a look at it. He was instantly attracted by the plot.

The wild imagination, the Taoist method of controlling the sky thunder for one's own benefit, and the worldview of the opposition between good and evil all attracted Bruce Lee's attention.

He even thought as he watched, whether Taoism really existed in the world?

"Hey, why is it gone? What happened to Zhang Xiaofan? Who is that man in black?"

Before he knew it, after finishing the serialized plot, Bruce Lee was still unsatisfied and itching to continue.

"This guy next door is really good, he's definitely not a new author."

"When I have time next time, I will definitely visit Editor-in-Chief Zhou, find this author, and have a good chat with him."

Putting away the newspaper, Bruce Lee made a secret decision in his mind.

Not only him, the release of "Zhu Xian" was like a huge rock hitting the calm lake, causing a sensation in the whole of Hong Kong.

Word of mouth spread quickly, and many people heard its name and immediately went to buy a copy of Oriental Daily.

In just half a day, the 80,000 copies of newspapers printed that day were sold out.

Some people even fought over the last newspaper, which made "Zhu Xian" even more legendary.

On the first day, 80,000 newspapers were sold out.

The next day, 40,000 copies were printed and sold out again.

On the third day, 180,000 copies were printed and sold out in the evening.

The book "Zhu Xian" finally caused a complete sensation in Hong Kong, breaking the highest record and creating a sales miracle.

On the fourth day, the front-page headlines of all major newspapers were changed to ones related to Zhu Xian.

Regardless of whether the story is true or not, the title is used at the beginning, and the content is all made up:

"The Oriental Daily turned things around, with newspaper sales soaring from 80,000 to 180,000!"

"The novel Zhu Xian suddenly appeared and caused a stir in Hong Kong. What kind of novel is this?"

"Who is the author of the novel Zhu Xian, 'Old Wang Next Door'?"

"According to rumors, 'Old Wang next door' once submitted Zhu Xian to Ming Pao, but it was rejected by the front desk. He had no choice but to submit to Oriental Daily. I wonder what Mr. Jin Yong thinks of this matter?"

"It is said that the fee that 'Lao Wang next door' received from the Oriental Daily was only 80 yuan per thousand words."

(End of this chapter)