A Woman in a State of Melancholy

The Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce.

Except for the top management of the Chamber of Commerce, Mao Lin sat at the head with an extremely gloomy face.

"Chairman, hurry up and think of something!"

At this time, a top executive finally couldn't sit still and came out to say: "As we all know, a city can only have one first-class chamber of commerce. Now it just happens to be at the critical moment of grading chambers of commerce!"

"That's right, Chairman."

Another executive came out and said: "Our competition with the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce could have remained evenly matched, or even exceeded the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce in developing markets for gold, silver, and cultivator goods. But now, relying on a single book, the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce's revenue this month has directly exceeded ours at the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce by twenty percent. If this continues next month, then we can only hand over the title of first-class chamber of commerce to them."

"That's right. In the future, we can only follow the lead of the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce. Even the pricing of goods and the choice of markets will be prioritized by them first." Someone else came out and said.

For a time, the people in the entire conference hall were full of anxiety.

This made Mao Lin, who was sitting at the head, look even more gloomy, and his palms gripped the armrests with a crackling sound.

He had thought that Yi Feng's crappy book could sell two copies at most, relying entirely on his help, but who could have imagined that it became a huge hit at the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, it even allowed the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce to use this book to directly increase their profits by twenty percent over his Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce.

"Chairman, I heard earlier that the original author of this book seemed to have come to find you before?" At this time, a top executive asked Mao Lin.

Mao Lin's eyebrows twitched.

It was fine not to mention this, but once it was brought up, he almost had a heart attack.

That's right, Yi Feng had come to find him first, but he had handed over this money-making opportunity. This was even more distressing than losing his wife.

Immediately, his face was embarrassed beyond compare. He coughed twice before waving his hand and saying, "Everyone, please calm down. Has our Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce ever encountered something we couldn't handle? I will take care of this matter."

"May I ask how the Chairman plans to resolve it?"

Someone asked.

Obviously, although Mao Lin was the chairman of the chamber of commerce, the chamber of commerce was not his alone. This matter had already aroused questions from everyone.

"I'm acquainted with the author, at worst I'll go find him to discuss it again and ask him to publish with my Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce again." Mao Lin said with an ugly expression.

"Chairman, the author originally came to cooperate with us, but we didn't want him at first. Now calling him back again, will it be that easy?" someone asked.

Hearing this, the others' faces also showed worried expressions.

Hearing this, Mao Lin's face also did not look good. But things had come to this point, even if it wasn't easy, he had to find a way to bring Yi Feng back, otherwise he wouldn't be able to withstand the doubts from the chamber's top management!

Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about this. Like I said, the author and I are acquainted, I will definitely get him to come back, so rest assured!"

"I hope so."

Since Mao Lin had already said so, the people of the chamber of commerce could only choose to believe for the time being before dispersing from the meeting.

Behind the mansion on Mount Hou in Pingjiang City.

At the outermost peak, there was a courtyard, next to the courtyard was a hundred-foot waterfall, the accumulated force converged into a clear pool that reached the bottom. Next to the pool was light smoke swirling about, and there was also a garden.

On the jade stone, a woman in white robes gently stroked a zither, surrounding herself in melodious music that attracted singing birds and fragrant flowers, as if in a fairyland.

"Miss, miss, great news!"

At this moment, a beaming maid ran over.

"Mao Mao, I told you not to get overexcited when working," the woman in white robes impatiently looked at the incoming maid and gently admonished her.

"Miss, he has a new book out!" Mao Mao waved her arms, holding a book and shouting.

"He?"

"The author of Dream of the Red Chamber?"

Hearing this, the woman in white hurriedly got up to meet Mao Mao, "Hurry, Mao Mao, let me see."

"Humph, Miss, and you were telling me not to get overexcited. Look at you, you're even more eager than me!" Mao Mao pouted and tenderly complained.

"You even dare to talk back. Hurry, prepare a seat and tea for me. And don't disturb me if there's nothing to do." The woman in white hurriedly ordered the maid Mao Mao.

With a cup of tea and a seat, the woman in white started reading as soon as she picked up the book. She read from morning until evening.

At this moment, she had already finished it.

Yet she held the book for a long time, dazed, as if she was still immersed in Zhizun Bao's love story, unable to get out.

"If I were given a chance to start over, I would tell you, I love you. And if I had to set a deadline, I hope it would be ten thousand years..."

"Such words..."

"What kind of person can write them?" the woman in white murmured softly.

Seeing her state, Mao Mao pursed her lips and said, "Miss, look at you, it's the same as when you read Dream of the Red Chamber. You forgot to sleep and eat. Now, even your gaze has become absent-minded."

"You little rascal, you even dare to talk back." The woman in white gently scolded, carefully holding Zhizun Bao in her hands. Her red lips moved slightly, "One Dream of the Red Chamber, one Zhizun Bao. Mao Mao, do you think this gentleman must be a very gentle person? What do you think he looks like?"

After speaking, her bright eyes flickered as she looked expectantly.

"I don't know either."

Mao Mao shook her head in distress.

"Sigh!"

A sigh full of melancholy sounded.

Knock knock knock!

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Hm?"

The woman in white frowned.

Mao Mao was also full of doubts. No one had ever come to their place before...