Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

You might think it's high-tech, but its phone can't even send files.

You might call it low-tech, but its phones can send text messages that are much longer than those in real life.

Liu Zheng pursed his lips and began to examine the novelist's outline.

He would sometimes furrow his brow, sometimes nod slightly, and sometimes have a dark expression on his face.

Five minutes later, he called the novelist again.

"You spend twenty out of thirty chapters on picking up girls?"

"Yes, is there a problem, senior?"

"Then why write a rebirth career novel? Just write a rebirth harem novel instead."

Liu Zheng sighed and said.

"Career and harem should not conflict. I've seen some best-selling novels about rebirth and career that also include harems."

The novelist defended himself.

"There's no conflict, but there's a question of priorities. Your book title, synopsis, and the first few chapters all emphasize that your protagonist is reborn to build a career. What do you think will happen to readers who are drawn in but only read ten chapters and then find that you've been writing about romance all along?"

he asked.

"Will you be disappointed?"

The novelist replied hesitantly.

"No, it's cursing! It's cursing you for pretending to be a sheep and selling dog meat."

Liu Zheng said sternly.

"I"

The novelist shrank back in fright.

"A novel can be without a chapter outline, or even an outline, but it must have a main point of enjoyment."

"As the plot unfolds, you can add many secondary thrill points, but the plot points that create the main thrill points must make up the majority."

"Otherwise, it's called a 'pleasure point offset'."

"Have you figured out what the main appeal of your novel is?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Reborn to build a career and make up for the regret of having accomplished nothing in my previous life."

The novelist replied immediately.

"So what are you writing now?"

he asked loudly.

"Empress, the harem."

"So do you understand what you should do?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"Senior, I've got it! I should significantly increase the plot of the protagonist's career."

"That's right. Occasionally, we need to add a bit of showing off to lighten the mood for the readers."

He added.

"Yes, senior, I understand!"

The novelist replied loudly.

"Your editor isn't very good, replace him."

Liu Zheng suggested.

"Yes, senior. I'll have someone take care of him right away."

The novelist said without hesitation.

"Well, that's not necessary."

He got so caught up in the training that he forgot this guy was essentially a monster too.

"Alright, then let him live."

Novelists readily accept good advice.

"Just to ask, is he really a dog?"

"Yeah, atavistic kobolds, apart from their intelligence, are no different from dogs."

The novelist said.

"hehe."

He shouldn't have doubted the world's biodiversity.

"There's something I need you to do."

Liu Zheng got down to business.

"Please speak, senior."

"A friend of mine has been taken away by city hall officials for questioning. Can you get her out?"

He got straight to the point.

Is she your girlfriend?

The novelist has a very keen intuition.

"She's a female friend, but don't worry, it's just a purely business relationship between us."

Liu Zheng didn't know why he had to explain, but he did it instinctively.

"It's alright, senior. It's perfectly normal for an excellent writer like you to have several girlfriends."

The novelist said tolerantly.

But he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if a bladed arm had just slashed across his head.

"Actually, we're not even friends. I helped her just to get something that was very important to me from her girlfriend."

Liu Zheng explained in more detail.

"Girlfriend."

The novelist seemed to pause for a moment.

"May I ask why she was taken in for questioning by the city hall?"

"Well, we were having a fishing competition in the sewers, and I accidentally caught a fish's testicle in the sewer."

He briefly described what had happened.

"So that's what caused all that commotion outside. As expected of a senior, he's so cool!"

The novelist was even more excited than when they had just discussed the manuscript.

"Keep it low-key, don't tell anyone."

"Hmm. If that's the case, then it's not that we can't get them out."

The novelist paused for a few seconds before speaking.

"What do you need me to do?"

"A galaxy-level private room in a bloody restaurant, and a first-class standard dinner."

The novelist thought for a moment and then said.

"Okay, let me ask. What do you need me to do for you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

A relationship can only last if there is give and take.

"My senior has already done so much for me. Novels are my only dream, and there is no greater reward than helping me move forward on the path of writing novels."

The novelist said earnestly.

"No, I don't think it's enough."

His attitude was extremely domineering.

"Then, when I'm about to publish my book, could you help me think of a title and a synopsis?"

The novelist said gently.

"no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng saw Niu Ma looking at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong, boss?"

He asked curiously.

"Nothing much, I was just thinking about selling you to the black market to work as a male escort, how much money could I make in one night?"

The ox-horse looked him up and down.

"Didn't you say before that I wasn't good enough to be a gigolo?"

"I was blind to your worth. It's not that you're not good enough for a black market gigolo, but that a black market gigolo is not good enough for you."

"With your flirting skills, Paradise Island is the place where you can really make your mark."

Niu Ma said in a very serious tone.

"Then give me back my vacation voucher."

Liu Zheng extended his tentacles.

"Dream on. You get out of breath after just a couple of words. Someone like you wouldn't last two customers before you're sucked dry."

The ox and horse rolled their eyes.

"Stop the nonsense and get down to business. Boss, how do we arrange the galaxy-level private rooms and the first-class banquet?"

he asked.

"Why are you getting your hands on that stuff? You've got too much money to burn."

"Novelists say that these are needed to bail people out."

"Your lover is quite something; this is the kind of setup a congressman would use when he's discussing business."

"The ox and horse said."

"Just tell me how to do it."

"A first-class banquet can be arranged by Napoleon, but a galaxy-level private room is a different story."

The ox and horse kept it a secret.

“Not really.”

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling.

“That’s right, you need to find Britain.”

Chapter 122 My Lord Britannia, you are truly mighty!

"Is there any other way?"

Liu Zheng looked troubled.

He's already suffered several losses at Napoleon's hands; if he goes to Britain, which is ten times more ruthless than Napoleon, he'll probably be squeezed dry.

"Have."

The oxen and horses nodded.

Liu Zheng looked on with anticipation.

"Go find the boss."