When others saw Morning Glory being so close to the president, they all frowned.
Could it really be as Morning Glory said, that she would soon become the chief editor?
But judging by the president's expression, something seemed off.
"President?" Morning Glory noticed Meng Bo staring at her and couldn't help but remind him.
Suddenly, Meng Bo raised his hand and slapped Morning Glory hard across the face.
Morning Glory was stunned.
Everyone in the office froze in shock.
The president had actually hit Morning Glory... Hadn't he always doted on her?
In the more than a year since Morning Glory joined the company, she had gotten everything she wanted. But now, she had been slapped by the president...
Morning Glory snapped out of her daze, tears streaming down her face.
"President, why?" Morning Glory's face was filled with grievance. "What did I do wrong?"
By hitting her in public like this, wasn't he humiliating her?
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?" Meng Bo trembled with anger.
Morning Glory covered her face, tears welling up in her eyes. "President, I've always worked diligently as an editor. How could I have caused you trouble? There must be some misunderstanding."
The editors had been busy reviewing whether their authors had violated any rules these past few days, leaving no time to go online. As a result, they had no idea about Lin Xuan's situation.
The male editors all looked puzzled.
Caused trouble? What trouble?
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have banned Lin Xuan's novel, and he wouldn't have targeted our website!" Meng Bo's expression was grim.
He had always thought that Lin Xuan's popular novel was just a stroke of luck. But after reading some of Lin Xuan's works on the Palm Treasure Novel App, he realized that every single one of them had the potential to be a massive hit and could easily be adapted into films or TV shows.
Only then did he realize what a treasure their website had lost!
If Lin Xuan had stayed with their website, he could have brought in hundreds of millions in profits and attracted countless readers.
Now, all of that was gone, and instead, they had gained a formidable rival.
He had lost completely.
"President, he's just a novelist," Morning Glory said disdainfully. "What can he do to our website? Are we afraid of him?"
"Just a novelist? Do you know his background? He's backed by the Su Corporation! He's already built a new novel website specifically to compete with Leap Website! We can't suppress him at all! In just three days, his website has reached 13 million views!"
Morning Glory's face turned pale.
How could this be? How could Lin Xuan be so powerful?
The Su Corporation was the strongest company in the country! Lin Xuan's backer was actually the Su Corporation!
She had always thought he was just an ordinary novelist. If she had known about his background and abilities, she would have curried favor with him...
"President," Morning Glory grabbed Meng Bo's hand, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't know he was so powerful. Please give me another chance, just one more chance, okay?"
Meng Bo shoved Morning Glory away.
"Get out of the company!" Meng Bo's voice was as cold as ice. "And return all the jewelry, money, and everything else I gave you!"
Morning Glory felt her entire body go cold.
Over the past year, she had earned millions from Meng Bo through their relationship, but she had spent most of it.
Now, she only had a few thousand dollars left, while Meng Bo had given her two million.
There was no way she could pay him back!
"President, you can't treat me like this. We've been together for so long. How can you do this to me?" Morning Glory cried.
"If you don't return it, I'll sue you. You have twenty minutes to pack your things, or I'll have security escort you out." Meng Bo didn't even glance at Morning Glory as he walked back to his office.
Morning Glory slumped into her chair, her face pale.
It was over. Everything was over.
Lavender shook her head.
She had brought this upon herself.
Many novelists, seeing how popular Palm Treasure Website had become, had started submitting their works to the site.
A few days ago, Lin Xuan had asked Foxtail to assemble an editorial team.
He discovered that Foxtail had once been a high-ranking executive at a company, with strong capabilities, but had been deliberately targeted and blacklisted, which was why he had ended up becoming an editor.
Lin Xuan decided to put him in charge of all matters related to the novel website.
Lin Xuan's novel website focused on high-quality works. The site currently had few novels, but those that were signed could earn substantial profits.
Lin Xuan's dozens of novels had earned him over a hundred million dollars in just three days. He spent some of that money to rent an entire floor of an office building for his editors to work in.
Lin Xuan entered the office building.
An editor asked, "Excuse me, sir, who are you..."
Before Lin Xuan could answer, Foxtail happened to come out of his office. Seeing Lin Xuan, his eyes lit up. "Boss."
Boss?
Almost all the editors widened their eyes in shock.
This was their boss, Lin Xuan?
Damn! He looked so young, only in his early twenties! They had thought he was at least in his forties!
"Boss, what brings you here?" Foxtail asked. He remembered that their boss was still a college student and had classes to attend.
"I just came to take a look," Lin Xuan replied. As the boss, he felt it was inappropriate not to visit the company even once since starting the novel business.
"Boss, I actually have something to discuss with you."
Inside the office, Foxtail poured Lin Xuan a cup of tea.
"Today, Starlight Entertainment contacted me. They want to buy the film and TV rights to five or six of our novels. Should we sell the rights to them?"
"Here's a list of the novels they want to buy, along with the prices they're offering. They're offering quite a bit."
Foxtail slid a document over to Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan didn't even glance at it before setting it aside.
"No, we're not selling. No matter how much they offer, we're not selling any rights to our novels," Lin Xuan said.
"Boss, selling the rights would bring us a huge amount of income," Foxtail reminded him.
"We're keeping them. My entertainment company will need them for future productions," Lin Xuan explained. His goal in starting the novel website was to develop film and TV rights. He posted his novels there to earn money from readers and to increase the novels' popularity.
There was no way he would hand over these rights to someone else.
Foxtail's eyes widened.
Produce films and TV shows? Start an entertainment company?
Damn! That's impressive!
"So, Foxtail, focus on nurturing novels that are suitable for film and TV adaptations," Lin Xuan said.
"Got it," Foxtail nodded, unable to help but take a few more glances at Lin Xuan. He felt that Lin Xuan's ambitions went far beyond just starting an entertainment company.
Are young people these days just this incredible?

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world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"