Leaving Readers Longing for More

Lin Xuan: "..."

More was impossible—he had to stick to four thousand words a day, ending each chapter on a cliffhanger to keep readers hooked and longing for more.

His focus wasn’t on writing novels right now.

The only reason he was still writing was to retain readers on his website.

"I’ll go write now. I’ll update soon," Lin Xuan said weakly.

His instincts told him he shouldn’t stay at the company any longer. Under the resentful gaze of his colleague (who looked like a scorned puppy with a blade of grass stuck to its tail), he left the office.

Back in his private space, Lin Xuan finished the entire remaining manuscript in just ten minutes of real-world time, then scheduled the updates—still four thousand words per day.

Afterward, he turned his attention to finding a cure for Su Hua’s condition. But even after spending an entire day in his space, he made no progress.

For now, he had to set it aside.

He shifted his focus to expanding the influence of the Golden Dragon Gang. Su Hua’s psychological scars likely stemmed from childhood trauma.

Given her condition, her inner demons probably revolved around bloodlust.

Since he couldn’t make headway in treating her illness, he could at least protect her and ensure she never relived her past horrors.

Aside from strengthening the Golden Dragon Gang’s combat power, Lin Xuan also began practicing medicine under the alias "Dr. Free Spirit."

Who didn’t fear sickness and death?

Even the most powerful figures held doctors in reverence.

Using his medical skills, Lin Xuan secured vast resources for the gang while winning over allies.

The Golden Dragon Gang grew rapidly.

One day, Wang Ba contacted Lin Xuan. "Boss, Lin Li has returned to Xia Country from abroad. Should we capture him?" Wang Ba asked eagerly.

"Capture him? Of course we should," Lin Xuan replied coldly.

He hadn’t forgotten how Lin Li had hired the Black Tiger Gang to torment him—and even tried to have him castrated.

Now, he would return the favor in kind.

"Got it!" Wang Ba grinned at Lin Xuan’s confirmation. "Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll personally deliver him to you for a proper… session."

Wang Ba, who was overseas, immediately booked a flight back.

A show like torturing Lin Li? He wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Soon, the voice acting for "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" was completed. Lei Hui sat in the conference room reviewing the final cut.

The executives’ eyes gleamed with excitement.

"General Manager, the pacing, soundtrack, and special effects are phenomenal. This series is going to be a massive hit!"

They had initially thought the script was strong, but the finished product exceeded all expectations.

However, one executive voiced concern. "General Manager, our platform is new, and the cast consists entirely of fresh faces. Will this really work?"

In this world, popularity was king.

Their series—from actors to director to the streaming platform—was as green as it got.

"True, but don’t forget we have Hu Yin," Lei Hui said confidently. "And do you really doubt our boss?"

Hearing this, the executives relaxed.

The conference room door swung open as the secretary rushed in. "General Manager, something major just happened!"

"What is it?" Lei Hui frowned.

"The chairmen of Hu TV, Central TV, and Eastern TV are here. They want to discuss broadcasting our dramas on their channels."

"What?" Lei Hui was stunned.

These major networks—actively seeking them out? And sending their chairmen in person?

These three stations were ratings giants. Usually, producers begged to get their shows aired there.

Yet here they were, knocking on his door.

Lei Hui met them in the reception room.

"Gentlemen, you’re here to discuss broadcasting our series?"

"Yes," the three chairmen answered in unison.

The Central TV chairman spoke first. "We’re interested in your 'Three Kingdoms' series."

Hu TV’s chairman added, "We want 'My Lucky Star.'"

Eastern TV’s chairman said, "'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' should air with us."

Lei Hui: "???"

He had just received the final cut of "The Legend of Sword and Fairy." There was no way Eastern TV had seen it yet.

No preview, yet they wanted it for their prime-time slot?

The chairmen left no room for refusal. "It’s settled. Send us the master copies. We’ll give you the golden time slots."

"Understood," Lei Hui agreed. "I’ll arrange delivery."

Airing on national TV meant revenue and instant recognition. Why would he refuse?

As the chairmen departed in a flurry, Lei Hui’s head spun.

Three top networks personally inviting their shows—with prime-time slots?

It felt too good to be true.

Since fortune didn’t just fall from the sky, someone must have pulled strings for Sky Screen Group.

Was it President Su?

She was formidable, but their boss was no slouch either. Maybe he orchestrated this.

Lei Hui immediately called Lin Xuan, who was heading downstairs with his phone.

"Boss, Central TV, Hu TV, and Eastern TV just offered to air 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy,' 'Three Kingdoms,' and 'My Lucky Star' in their prime-time slots."

Lin Xuan paused.

This was unexpected.

"Was this your doing, Boss?" Lei Hui asked.

"No," Lin Xuan admitted.

"Then it must be President Su," Lei Hui mused.

He couldn’t help but marvel.

With a powerhouse like President Su backing them, they could walk sideways if they wanted. Even the notoriously selective big three networks came begging.

Su Hua sat gracefully on the sofa, brewing tea. Her fitted ivory cheongsam accentuated her alluring curves.

Her hair was pinned up, save for one loose strand draped over her shoulder, adorned with a wooden hairpin.

She exuded the elegance of a classical Jiangnan beauty.

Even after seeing Su Hua in countless moods, Lin Xuan was spellbound.

Noticing his gaze, Su Hua chuckled softly.

She rose and approached him, looping her arms around his neck.

"What was my A-Xuan staring at just now, hmm?" she teased, arching a delicate brow.

"I just thought you looked breathtaking today," Lin Xuan said.

Merely sitting there, she had set his pulse racing.

"If A-Xuan likes it, I’m honored," she replied, her eyes curving into crescents.

Her smile dazzled him, forcing him to glance away.

"Su Hua, did you arrange for our three series to air on national TV?"

If not her, who else could have done it?

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