Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

If the previous project was a covert theft of company resources, the future project will be a blatant robbery.

The company has only so many resources; if we give this away, someone else will be left without them.

Many people couldn't help but look at Dong Zhengyuan.

Everyone in the company knows which projects are least favored by management.

Despite receiving these pitying yet amused glances, Dong Zhengyuan forced a smile onto his ashen face.

"...Look! That guy is so handsome!"

"Holy crap, I never thought I'd see a real handsome guy on a project in my lifetime. Thank God, I thought there were only ugly men at Shile Company."

Upon hearing this, the men nearby all glanced over sensitively.

"...Your hair color is so unique, is it dyed?"

Bai Weiran could tell from the conversation that his art colleagues behind him were talking about Wu Ji.

Wu Ji was truly eye-catching; his good looks made him stand out from the crowd.

Wu Ji also spotted Bai Weiran in the crowd and playfully winked at him.

"Hey! He's winking at us!"

"No way? Is this handsome guy really that flirtatious? He flirts with everyone he meets?"

Bai Weiran: ... He blinked at me.

Poor Wu Ji, he's handsome, but his reputation has been ruined.

Don't think that being handsome means you don't have to worry. Wu Ji was one of those rich girls who sent him private messages on Weibo back in high school, telling him he didn't need to work hard anymore.

Wu Ji ignored him.

There were also modeling agencies that messaged him. Wu Ji went there because he was greedy for money, but during the audition, he was subjected to all sorts of suggestive and advance-seeking attempts by the photographer (male). He had a bad temper, so he took the photographer's DSLR camera and smashed the man's head open before running away. He then deleted all his Weibo content and never used those social media apps again.

Wu Ji was the most handsome among their friends, and he lived the most like someone from a pre-technological era.

But Bai Weiran also saw the questioning look in Wu Ji's eyes.

How's it going? Is everything going smoothly?

The question was about Qin Ning, which he had asked Wu Ji that day.

[So...it's all sorted out now, right?]

At least Qin Ning will behave himself for the time being and not do anything out of line. Although he has a strange feeling that he has sold himself out, overall, a world where no one gets hurt has been created for the time being.

Wu Ji laughed and looked away.

The general manager and CEO personally gave speeches to introduce the new team and shook hands with each of them with great care.

Bai Weiran clapped along with everyone else, and then he suddenly thought of something.

How could Wu Ji describe a yandere girl so clearly and thoroughly?

He has never had a girlfriend or any close female friends.

Could it be that he encountered some kind of yandere who relentlessly pursued him in real life?

Very likely, after all, he's handsome.

Handsome men attract trouble.

Poor brother, next time we go out for drinks, I'll have to treat him to a couple more drinks.

He clapped his hands, and Wu Ji glanced through the crowd and spotted Qin Ning standing next to Bai Weiran, who seemed completely uninterested in him.

His ruby ​​earrings sparkled twice.

"...Oh, is it her?"

"Is that idiot who's been all over the place, the one who encountered the girl who was possessed by a soul on his very first mission, really our Young Master Bai?"

Wu Ji: I'm dying of laughter!

The speech was quite lengthy, so Bai Weiran took out his phone to play with it and glanced at the monitor to see if Zhen Jing was diligently typing. He was shocked by what he saw.

Zhen Jing actually went to the publishing house on her own. The editor with the mustache greeted her with a sly grin, looking like he had no good intentions.

Bai Weiran: ??? Holy crap, is this crappy app broken? Why didn't it send me an alert?!

Xx

Because some readers said they needed to go back to school that evening, I, the author, will be writing this afternoon without taking a break! I'm releasing the chapter early.

Hope everyone can watch it before they go back! ヽ('▽｀；)/?

Chapter Thirteen is sold out!? (4K long chapter)

The God of War, Bai Weiran, arrived at the battlefield from the Shile Company restroom within a minute, just in time to bump into the man with the mustache reaching out to Zhen Jing with a big smile. As soon as Bai Weiran saw him, the alarm radar went off – he was up to no good.

I thought the scumbag in this mission would die as soon as he appeared, but I didn't expect there to be a backup plan, waiting for me here?!

He grabbed the man with the mustache's hand, his tone colder than the temperature of a freezer.

"What did the editor want to talk to my niece about? Why didn't he invite me along? It would have been awkward for a man and a woman to be alone together like this."

But to Bai Weiran's surprise, the man with the mustache didn't turn pale with shock. Instead, he looked at him with the delight of someone who had won the lottery. Then, with a ghostly, drifting gait that Bai Weiran could never understand how humans could walk, he quickly floated from in front of Zhen Jing to beside him.

"Oh my god, Uncle, you're here!?"

“I was just telling Teacher Zhen Jing why you didn’t come. You definitely have to come! Uncle, my dear uncle, this is great news for Teacher Zhen Jing.”

Bai Weiran: …………! ?

How could this man's voice be so damn sweet? So sweet that I wanted to punch him in the face and yell "Shut up!"

It reminds me of when the real estate agent took me to see a house. He called me "Dad" during the viewing, but after we signed the contract, I called him "Dad" too.

The level of attentiveness before viewing the property was doubled.

Bai Weiran's confusion was resolved in an instant, and he understood why the app hadn't sounded an alarm.

Under his coercion, Xiao Hu reluctantly published Zhen Jing's book. The first printing was only 5,000 copies, and it was only distributed in the city. There was no exposure or publicity; it was quietly put on the shelves.

But a week after the book went on sale, the man with the mustache was in his office calculating rent and bank account balances, revising his resume, sighing and preparing to give up his balding publishing career to become a happy office worker, when he started getting calls from various distribution channels.

"...Why haven't any new goods arrived?"

"New book! The new book is sold out! Why the hell aren't you printing more? Don't you think the money's too hot to handle?!"

"Outrageous! Getting cocky, huh? Before, when you had a new book, you'd at least ask about sales figures. Now you don't even bother, just dump it all. Let me tell you, if you don't give me the stock, I'll rip you off. Think about it carefully!"

"I need more stock, more stock, more stock! And a new book, a new book, a new book, a new book! My readers have asked me hundreds of times, 'When the hell is the second volume coming out?' Also, where's this author's new book? Damn it, write as much as you can, speed up the printing!"

……ah!?

Ahhhhhhh? ? ?

The sales of physical books are not as quick as those of online novels. It always takes some time for retailers to take stock of their inventory and place orders for restocking before publishers can take any action.

Xiao Huzi had a "flammable crematorium" mentality towards Zhen Jing's novel from the very beginning, and didn't even bother to pay attention to it.

Who would have thought that life is so unpredictable, full of twists and turns?

Upon hearing the news, the man with the mustache immediately contacted Zhen Jing, asking her and Bai Weiran to come to the publishing house right away. However, Bai Weiran was not there during the day, and Zhen Jing had no way to contact him. When she heard that her book had sold out, she couldn't contain her excitement and went out on her own without Bai Weiran's company.

And that's how Bai Weiran saw what happened when he turned on the surveillance camera.

It was a false alarm.

The man with the mustache raised his arms and shouted, his posture like that of a believer in the creator god.

"I plan to print another 50,000 copies and distribute them to major bookstores across the country!"

"I want the world to know that the era of Teacher Zhen Jing has arrived!"

"Readers, roar! Scream! Exclaim! Let the world tremble! The yandere girl will conquer you! The yandere's carnival has begun! I declare this the era of the yandere—"

Bai Weiran: ...This guy really does have some kind of illness.

Zhen Jing leaned closer and whispered something to Bai Weiran.

"Godfather, although you always call me a yandere, and I used to think you had a point, this is the first time I feel like someone is more seriously ill than me—"

"...Okay, everyone in this world is sick."

However… Bai Weiran was puzzled when he heard the number.

"...Only 50,000 copies? Is that a lot?"

Chinese physical books are bestsellers, often selling 400,000 to 500,000, or even over a million copies.

The man with the mustache immediately straightened up, stroked his beard, and let out a soft "Ah!"

"My dear uncle, don't underestimate these 50,000 copies! The number of book lovers in our country isn't that large. If an author can sell 50,000 copies in a quarter, they're considered a big name. Our teacher Zhen Jing sold 5,000 copies in just seven days! Uncle, your niece isn't just a genius, she's a genius who's taken off like a rocket!!"

No wonder he was so lusting after Zhen Jing, with a look on his face that suggested he was up to no good.

A yandere girl is no match for a lucky charm.

He probably can't even see what Zhen Jing looks like now; all he sees is glittering gold.

While praising Zhen Jing enthusiastically, the man with the mustache was inwardly vomiting.

To save himself some money, he signed a harsh contract with Zhen Jing. If Zhen Jing could sell out all the copies within two weeks of the book's release, his royalty payment would double compared to normal. If she couldn't sell them all, his royalty payment would be halved.

It's basically a performance-based contract. Signing this kind of contract to a newcomer is, to put it nicely, giving them an opportunity, but to put it bluntly, it's bullying them.

After all, such achievements are rare, even among dozens of newcomers.

However, many people still signed up; human nature is prone to gambling, and people are full of self-confidence.

Who would have thought that the novel would not only be a bestseller, but would also sell out?

Waaaaaah, I wanted to save money for myself, but now I'm earning so much less.

However, the man with the mustache was flexible and adaptable. He believed that sales were everything, so he was all smiles and eagerly inquired about the situation.

"Oh! Teacher Zhen Jing has a new work? Then what are we waiting for? No other publishing house is as good as ours. We definitely have to sign with us. If you go to a big publishing house, you will have to suffer from the bullying and backstabbing of those old authors. They have a lot of literary stench. We don't have that problem."

Bai Weiran thought: ...Indeed, that mustache smells of money.

"I've also drafted a new contract for Ms. Zhen Jing. I dare say that you won't find any better terms in the industry right now. Come on, Ms. Zhen Jing, take a look at it here. You'll definitely be satisfied!"