Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The man with the mustache shoved the contract and a brand-new pen into Zhen Jing's hands with a broad smile.

Before Zhen Jing could even look at it, Bai Weiran had already taken it away.

"Let me see."

"Uncle, please look! Uncle, don't be shy, you are my father... no, my grandfather!"

Bai Weiran's lips twitched.

What's it like to be called "Grandpa" by a man older than yourself?

He frowned after reading just a few lines.

"This treaty binds people but not books? It binds ID cards? And for five years, buying out all the authors' output? What kind of outrageous and tyrannical terms are these?"

The man with the mustache rubbed his hands together and smiled ingratiatingly.

"Here's the thing, Uncle. You might not understand the rules of our publishing industry, but all highly regarded authors sign these kinds of book contracts with publishers that are tied to their ID cards. Once you sign such a contract, we will also guarantee the author a minimum income. Ms. Zhen Jing doesn't need to worry about income issues during the gap between new and old books. Moreover, signing someone means that our publisher is your agent, and we will definitely devote all our best resources to Ms. Zhen Jing."

“Authors who only want to sign books will have fewer resources. Teacher Zhen Jing is currently in the prime of her career and needs to actively promote and market her work. Uncle, you must understand that this is a crucial time for her!”

The man with the mustache spoke sternly and confidently, almost as if he were about to lay his heart bare for Bai Weiran to see.

Even when Bai Weiran was deep in thought, he directly brought over a computer and showed it to Bai Weiran, indicating that the royalty share given to Zhen Jing was so generous that it basically squeezed the profits that their publishing house could collect to a very thin level, with the bulk of the profits going to Zhen Jing.

Bai Weiran, observing the man's expression, realized that the man with the mustache was telling the truth.

but……

"Then let's change it!" he said, and under the astonished gazes of the man with the mustache and Zhen Jing, he snapped his fingers, turning the contract to ashes.

Mustache: ...! ?

"Change 'signing person' to 'signing document,' we do not accept these unfair terms that bind people."

Upon hearing this, the man with the mustache looked dejected and pitiful.

"Uncle, this is unreasonable! You want me to offer such good terms, but you only want me to sign books? You're forcing me to my death! I have elderly parents and young children at home who depend on my little publishing house to make money every day! Uncle, you're eating meat, you can't not even let us have a sip of soup!"

Money gives people courage. Under the magic of money, even the man with the mustache could forget the fear of the table being split in two last time and openly said that he was angry with Bai Weiran.

"Don't rush, listen to me, everyone calm down," Bai Weiran said calmly.

“I did not ask you to maintain your current royalty split.”

"You need money to market her. If you can't even make money yourself, where will you get the money to buy channels, exposure, and advertising for the author? I'm not stupid enough to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."

That's how business works; when cutting the cake, you have to be reasonable and fair.

If only one party benefits, that's not business; that's robbery and plunder.

If business continues like this, the market will eventually die.

The man with the mustache was bewildered and dared not utter a sound. When Bai Weiran beckoned, the paper and pen on the table fell into his hands. Bai Weiran quickly wrote and calculated on the paper, showing off his fierce numerical planning skills in front of two people who usually only dealt with words.

Finally, he stopped writing, circled the last number, and handed it to the man with the mustache.

"I think it's reasonable to sign under a pseudonym at this price. If you have any questions, you can ask them now."

The man with the mustache looked at the numbers and his face lit up with joy.

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"Take care, Uncle. Take care of yourself. It's getting cold lately, so remember to drink more hot water." The man with the mustache pressed the elevator button for them while earnestly advising them. The angle of his bow was so perfect that Bai Weiran suspected he had gone to Japan to learn some Buddhist scriptures.

"Teacher Zhen Jing, please take care of yourself. It's getting colder lately, so please remember to drink more hot water so you can write healthily every day."

The elevator arrived, and Bai Weiran and Zhen Jing stepped into it together. The man with the mustache was still standing at the elevator door, looking regretful.

"Uncle, are you sure you don't need me to take you and Teacher Zhenjing downstairs? I can call a car for you. I'd like to chat with you a little longer, Uncle. Someone as wise as you..."

"……roll!"

"Okay, Uncle, I'll roll right away. Do you want me to roll forward, backward, left, or right...? Oh, I understand what you mean. I'll go and contact someone to design a new book cover for Teacher Zhen Jing right away. I want to give Teacher Zhen Jing the best treatment..."

The elevator doors closed, and the mustachioed man's fawning voice came to an abrupt end.

Zhen Jing suddenly chuckled in the elevator, covering her mouth with her small hand.

"What are you laughing at?"

“I laugh at you, Godfather of Gods, and you feel like you’re about to vomit.”

Although she couldn't see Bai Weiran's face, Zhen Jing's ability to read people was still top-notch.

It's safe to say she's a yandere; her sensitivity is beyond that of ordinary people.

Bai Weiran said helplessly, "If he keeps talking so sweetly, I'm really going to throw up."

His murderous glint was barely concealed.

Don't mess with him; he's now a superman who can easily send people flying out of buildings with a wave of his hand.

But it is precisely in this state that one realizes the importance of controlling one's temper; truly, with great power comes great responsibility.

Zhen Jing laughed.

Bai Weiran noticed through the mirror reflection in the elevator door that her smile was different from usual.

In the past, Zhen Jing would only lower her head, hide in a corner, and laugh shyly and cautiously, as if afraid of being noticed. Now, she will cover her mouth, but she can laugh with her head held high and her chest out.

Seeing her like this, my mood softened involuntarily.

It's full of the sense of accomplishment that comes with nurturing someone.

At least, those words were typed by me every night while I watched her.

Shouldn't readers appreciate their own contributions?

"Congratulations, you're a great writer now."

The donkeys in the production team, who were usually whipped by Bai Weiran with a leather whip to urge them to work harder, widened their eyes in shock upon hearing this.

"...Why are you so surprised? I'm not some kind of devil, I'll always praise you!"

Bai Weiran found her reaction amusing.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Jing instantly reverted to her shy, factory-set self, tugging at her skirt.

"Because Godfather is someone who has walked this path with me, I am so happy that so many people can agree that I once liked someone. Godfather, thank you."

"Without you, my feelings for my senior, and the fact that he lived, would never have been recorded."

"I really didn't expect that simply recording the things I like could become so... so valuable."

Bai Weiran remained silent for a long time.

"Zhen Jing," he suddenly called out.

"Ok?"

"You're amazing! I have to tell you, you're incredibly talented. You don't need to worry about whether you'll be popular, because you are the market. Others create value by following the market, but you create value for the market!"

Watching her grow up, my heart is filled with excitement and pride.

He clenched his fist and stretched it straight forward.

Zhen Jing paused for a few seconds, then realized what was going on.

On many nights, when she was exhausted from writing, Bai Weiran would reach out to her like this.

They punched each other, just like the characters in all action-packed manga.

She smiled and extended her hand.

As luck would have it, the elevator doors opened with a ding, and a group of office workers returning from business trips were standing at the door.

"........."

"…………"

When the passion of anime collides with the reality of three-dimensional life, it's like a massive disaster scene of dump trucks crashing together.

You won't go to another world; you'll just be sent to the morgue.

Zhen Jing covered her flushed face all the way home, unable to lift her head in front of Bai Weiran.

"This is so embarrassing, sob sob sob, Godfather, I can't live anymore."

Bai Weiran: ...Indeed, if I were caught in the act in real life, I would also feel ashamed.

But after playing the role of the wailing monster, Zhen Jing bravely sat up and returned to her computer to type.

"...But if I could do it all over again, I would still do it with the Godfather." She stared at the screen, as if she were talking directly to it, but she was actually speaking to Bai Weiran.

"Because, just like the Godfather said, I'm awesome! No, we're awesome!!"

Bai Weiran smiled and said yes, taking a step back amidst the sound of typing, passing through the wall, and leaving the room.

The day I have to part ways with Zhen Jing is probably coming soon.

But I feel very fulfilled and happy.

Just as he was about to leave this world, his phone suddenly vibrated and a message popped up.

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Today's update is a combined two-part update! (*'▽｀)◇ゞ

Don't worry, guys, Mengmeng will definitely appear in Volume 3.

Chapter Fourteen: She gave him a sweet smile (4K)

【Passing By One-Tailed Hero: (/^▽^)/】

Bai Weiran was unable to speak and could only wait for the other party to speak first.

And so he wasted ninety-three seconds of his life.

It reminds me of some friends in life who, on some night, suddenly send you a message saying "Are you there?", reply but then disappear without a trace.

He gave up on putting his phone away, and another message came right on time.

[Passing By Hero: Bro, you're so gentle, I'm going to cry—]

Is this referring to him and Zhen Jing?