It was 6:30 in the morning. Hou Wenjie got up on time.
After washing up, I went for a morning run, and then had breakfast.
This body, as the carrier of his data, really needs more exercise.
Otherwise, he was afraid that one day he might suddenly stop working again. Of course, he was also curious about what would happen to him as a piece of data if this body were to stop working.
Yes, that is indeed an interesting question.
At 8:30 a.m., Hou Wenjie arrived at his Magic Bean Bookstore and opened the door.
Compared to other bookstores on Taiwan that sell various comic books, his store only sells one type of book: youth literature from mainland China and Taiwan.
Because there is no censorship system, Kazuo Island has become the freest place in the world for publishing and creation.
Hou Wenjie only needs to contact the original author and a small publishing house to publish a large number of youth novels.
Moreover, because his shop is very unique, business is surprisingly good.
As soon as the bookstore opened, it attracted two middle-aged men.
Hou Wenjie nodded casually to the two of them: "Taiyuan-kun, Ozawa-kun."
Then, he opened the app on his phone and prepared to continue writing his book, "Wandering Through the Myriad Realms".
To be honest, he really had no inspiration. He didn't know what story to write or how to move the plot forward.
After thinking for a long time, he realized that he had unknowingly pulled out a few strands of hair from his head.
After some time, having written a few dry and meaningless sentences, he heard a commotion coming from the shop entrance.
Hou Wenjie looked up and saw that a group of people from the Yakuza had surrounded his shop.
Hou Wenjie stood up and stared calmly at the people.
Today, while running, he tested his skills and found that his reaction speed was very fast, and he could even adjust the speed.
It can reach speeds up to three times faster than a normal person.
Perhaps it's because he's not a normal human being?
Hou Wenjie remained calm in the face of these people who came to cause him trouble; he was simply curious about who was behind it.
At this moment, a young man with short, dyed red hair, who looked arrogant, walked up to Hou Wenjie.
"So you're Hou Wenjie?" The young man looked at Hou Wenjie coldly.
“Yes!” Hou Wenjie nodded.
"I heard you wrote a novel that angered the girl under my shirt, is that right?" the young man continued to ask.
The girl under the shirt? Underneath the shirt… elegance?
Hou Wenjie paused for a moment, then nodded: "It seems there is such a thing."
The young man gave a crooked, dragon-king-like smirk, looking at Hou Wenjie with disdain: "Hmm, very good. Remember, I am Kitagawa Kokenji, and my father is Kitagawa Kenjiro, the president of the Kitagawa Society." [Note: Book friend Kokenji has made a cameo appearance.]
Then, he casually waved his hand at the people behind him and said, "Smash everything in this store!"
Hou Wenjie sighed inwardly. He had to admit that Hedao Island was indeed a magical place, with countless yakuza groups.
How could Hou Wenjie tolerate others showing off in front of him?
Before the black-clad henchmen could make a move, Hou Wenjie grabbed Beichuan Xiaojian's hand, which was still taunting him earlier.
His hands were like iron clamps, prying Kitagawa Kokenji's fingers back!
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." Kitagawa Kokenji was caught off guard and cried out in pain repeatedly, his expression changing in an instant. His facial muscles twitched, followed by a provoked and enraged reaction. His anger surged, and he gritted his teeth, saying:
"You bastard, let go of me! Did you hear me? Let go of me! My father is the president of the Kitagawa Society!"
Hou Wenjie looked at him with a smile and continued to pry his fingers back.
Kitagawa Koken doubled over in pain, his eyes glancing at the group of stunned underlings behind him, which only fueled his rage:
"Kill him! Ugh... Ah!"
The underlings, having heard their boss Kitagawa Koken's order, were about to step forward and teach Hou Wenjie a lesson when suddenly, they heard Kitagawa Koken scream again.
It turned out that Hou Wenjie had also grabbed Kitagawa Koken's other hand and forcefully pulled it backward.
"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please don't hurt me!" Kitagawa Kokenji begged for mercy repeatedly.
Seeing their boss in such a state, the underlings were caught in a dilemma.
All they could do was shout and clamor.
"Let go of our boss!"
"If you offend the Kitagawa Society, you will die a horrible death!"
"If you dare, let go of our boss! We'll beat you to death!"
…
Hou Wenjie remained unmoved and continued to intensify his efforts.
Kitagawa Kenji finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to his knees. The pain was so intense that he cried out.
"I was wrong, I was wrong. Mr. Hou, please let me go, I'll take my men away from here right away!"
Hou Wenjie gave a half-smile and said, "Really...?"
Kitagawa Koken had grown to hate Hou Wenjie to the core; he had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!
Wait a moment, as soon as Hou Wenjie releases him, he will retreat to the back and have his henchmen break Hou Wenjie's arms and legs, and burn the shop down!
But at this moment, when faced with Hou Wenjie's questioning, he still cooperated on the surface and said, "Of course it's true. I, Beichuan Xiaojian Er, keep my word."
Hou Wenjie nodded and asked, "What is your relationship with Shanxia Youya? Tell the truth!"
Hou Wenjie found it hard to believe that as an investigator, Shan Xia Youya would be so brainless as to hire a group of thugs to cause trouble in his shop.
As he spoke, Hou Wenjie increased the intensity of his words.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Kitagawa Koken cried out in pain. After Hou Wenjie stopped using so much force, he told the truth: "When Shanxia was very young, she was my neighbor. Later, her whole family moved to the mainland. We were very, very good friends when we were young. I am pursuing her now."
Hou Wenjie understood. It was melodramatic, but it also seemed quite reasonable.
What should we do next?
Release Kitagawa Kokenji directly? That's impossible.
He saw resentment and hatred in Kitagawa Kokenji's eyes. Letting him go like this would only lead to endless trouble in the future.
The island gang members are capable of anything.
Although he lacks some emotions as a real person transformed from data, his logical analysis ability is perfectly fine.
Are you going to release Kitagawa Kokenji now? I'm afraid that as soon as you release him, these underlings will swarm him.
Looking at Kitagawa Koken in front of him, and then at the cawing underlings behind him, Hou Wenjie suddenly remembered what his friend Tang Ren had said: there are tens of thousands of gang members in Kyoto.
If all these people read the novel written by this young author, and the novel becomes a hit, shouldn't the young author rest in peace in heaven?
After all, as a data person who has experienced some emotional loss, it would be difficult for him to write a good novel; his writing ability is even worse than that of a novice author!
However, in order to carry on the young author's legacy, he had to find another way.
He decided that from today onwards, he would strive to become the leader of Kyoto, and then have everyone join in commemorating the author's posthumous work.
This idea is absolutely perfect!
Hmm... let's call his club the Magic Bean Club!
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