10:30 AM.
"Sigh!" ng Lang let out a sigh as he ca out of the building with ’Jiu Zhou Publishing House’ written on it.
I guessed too optimistically...
The rejection was very tactful, and they even kindly provided so professional advice, such as submitting this type of short-form comics to several internet websites and well-known science magazines.
However, this approach had already proved to be minimally effective.
Of course, if he were willing to spend money, a few million RMB could certainly buy publicity and exposure.
But such market behavior, completely out of tune with market laws, was bound to end in failure.
Throwing money down the drain was secondary; the key issue was that making such a big fuss about losing money in the na of shouting for attention would be troubleso if soone with an agenda took notice.
How could I promote my work silently yet effectively...
As he pondered, his cellphone rang with a call from Duan Xian.
"Hello! Ah Lang, are you free for lunch?"
"Yeah, what’s up?"
"My mom made a table full of dishes and insists that you co over for a al to express her thanks properly."
"Mrs. Duan is being too polite."
"I’m out of options here, she even said that if you don’t co, I won’t get lunch either, so you figure it out."
"Haha! Sure thing, I haven’t sorted out my lunch yet, so send your location and I’ll head over in a bit."
"Chirp chirp murmur... chirp chirp murmur... Ow~"
Muffled background noises ca through on the phone, as if soone was whispering, and there was a faint cry of pain.
After a mont, Duan Xian’s voice ca through again.
"Cough! Ah Lang, dress presentably when you co to my place, you know... spruce yourself up a bit, understand what I an?"
ng Lang was startled.
I need to dress presentably to go to your house?
He looked down at himself; his sportswear was clean and tidy, and he had been living healthily and exercising with early nights and early mornings.
Though the six-pack abs were still shyly hidden under my little belly, I certainly look like a spirited young man.
Hmm... just that my hair is a bit long now.
Indeed, it’s inappropriate to be too casual on my first visit to soone’s ho.
Moreover, it doesn’t quite match my "live-stream trendsetter" persona; might as well go all out and help to the end!
"Alright! I got it!"
He hung up the phone and thought for a mont.
Since I’m going to visit my family in a few days to pay respects to my ancestors, it’s a good ti to get myself an outfit.
It’s not so much about impressing my parents or anything like that.
But as a child working away from ho, if you appear a bit more dashing, it spares your parents so sorrow behind your back...
ng Lang glanced around and made his way into a large shopping mall not far away.
Half an hour later, ng Lang ca out of the mall, dressed in new attire and holding the clothes he had changed out of.
His hair neatly trimd in a short and tousled style, he wore a fitted beige shirt, draped with a casual black blazer, brown casual leather shoes on his feet, and a new Hua Wei Watch2 on his wrist.
The shopping spree cost ng Lang over three thousand RMB; not too ostentatious, yet it definitely made him feel like... he had indeed completed a class leap.
The first big earning of 14 million, a loan of over half a million paid off, 1.5 million given to Duan Xian, 5 million loaned out, with about 7 million still in the bank.
If he didn’t buy a house, it was still a considerable sum.
Walking towards the bus station, sothing seed missing to ng Lang?
As he passed a car dealership, he realized that he was now worth tens of millions, yet he didn’t have a decent vehicle for commuting.
It doesn’t have to be a luxury model like the one Yan Weiwei drives, but so kind of breakthrough from nothing would be appropriate, wouldn’t it?
Stepping into the dealership, a sweet-looking saleswoman approached him with a professional smile.
"Sir, are you looking to buy a car?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any specific brand or price range in mind?"
ng Lang had already planned his response; scanning the shop, he brightened when he saw a compact car.
"That one!"
"Uh..."
Signing the contract, he arranged for license plates and delivery to his doorstep.
After completing the information and paynt, the whole process took less than twenty minutes.
Walking out of the dealership, ng Lang couldn’t help but comnt.
"No wonder rich people always say that buying a car is like going out to buy groceries—so cheap, just two words!"
...
11:30 AM.
"Ding-dong!"
As Mrs. Duan opened the door and saw it was ng Lang, she imdiately bead with joy.
"Xiao ng, you’re here, co in, co in!"
ng Lang also smiled as he handed over a bag of gifts.
"Hello Mrs. Duan, I didn’t have ti to prepare much, so I brought so health products for Mr. Duan."
Inside the house, a warmly decorated apartnt of about a hundred square ters greeted ng Lang; it looked like a comfortably-off family ho.
"It’s good that you’re here; you shouldn’t have bothered with gifts."
Mrs. Duan scrutinized ng Lang from head to toe, her smile brightening even more.
"Xiao ng, co sit down and have so food."
Duan Xian erged from the kitchen with two dishes, looking a bit resigned.
"Take a seat, we’re about to start."
"How is Mr. Duan doing now?"
"He can undergo surgery tomorrow, and he’s in good condition," Duan Xian said.
"That’s good... Thank you, Mrs. Duan!"
As ng Lang took the bowl and chopsticks handed to him, he sat down and paused, noticing sothing odd.
There were four sets of utensils on the table, yet there were only three people present.
With Mr. Duan’s surgery scheduled for tomorrow, it obviously wasn’t him.
"Are we expecting another guest today?" ng Lang asked Duan Xian, puzzled.
"Ah... my sister is coming back today," Duan Xian shot him a knowing look.
ng Lang froze.
Looking at Duan Xian’s helpless face and Mrs. Duan’s beaming smile, he grimaced with an aching jaw.
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