Chapter 405 (1/2)

Give Me Some Face

Facts have proven that Zhao Youyue’s small setbacks could easily be solved, because she currently had a good standing in Qidian. As long as she asked someone to give her some face[1], they would surely do it.

She directly contacted a certain city’s entertainment platinum giant named, “Softshell Turtle.” He had managed to sign a platinum contract courtesy of his book, “All-rounder Superstar.” His book was simply put – badly written. Its selling point was the endless streams of shocking plot twists and turnarounds. As long as the readers held their breaths and read on, they would be able to feed off a retarded form of enjoyment and sink deeper into brain death.

Ever since Master Softshell Turtle became a god, his updates stopped. However, the popularity of his book remained unaffected. Even though he was constantly ridiculed and berated by countless readers, it did not stop him from making money.

Zhao Youyue was also one of his readers. His work was relaxing and easy on the brain. Of course, as a happy reader, she casually rewarded the author and became a Silver Sect Master. Eventually, she successfully contacted Master Softshell Turtle. A famous God of Tycoon on Qidian like Zhao Youyue was acquainted with several other great authors. If it was not for the fact that she was busy with her third year of high school, she would have most certainly attended various fan meetings.

Therefore, when he listened to the small request of a God of Tycoons, Master Softshell Turtle complied most affably. Without hesitation, he helped her.

Among the entirety of Qidian’s community, Zhao Youyue probably had the best reputation.

With the help of Master Softshell Turtle, they were able to directly contact the chief editor who was in charge of the categorization of groups. Of course, the chief editor also had the information pertaining to all contracting authors. Fortunately, “Stop Gambling” was a contracting author. He probably signed the contract to prevent wastage from his potential earnings.

Zhao Youyue got the contact information of “Stop Gambling” from the chief editor. Lo and behold, there was both his QQ account and his phone number. She directly added him on QQ, but still failed to contact him, because an uncle-level author like “Stop Gambling” did not use QQ often. He was more of an active user of WeChat…

Zhao Youyue was not a shy, introverted girl. Or, rather, after the rigorous training under the “Two Dimensional Gate,” her maturity was now far beyond her actual age. Thus, she directly keyed in Sun Xian’s mobile phone number.

At that point in time, Sun Xian had just puffed out a cloud of smoke, still indulged in his mahjong game. He felt his phone vibrate, and saw that it was an unknown number. He answered the call out of curiosity. He heard an extremely gentle, charming girl’s voice, “Hello, is this Mister “Stop Gambling,” the author of “Dog Days”? I’m a loyal reader”

Zhao Youyue was most certainly skilled at flattering others. In fact, she would make a superb politician. Her diplomatic sway would easily enthrall most. Moreover, she had a charming, pleasant voice. Therefore, the “Man Show”[2] uncle Sun Xian fell into Zhao Youyue’s trap, even though he did not believe that women were necessary. Evidently, the desire to communicate and interact with women was merely buried, not absent.

Perhaps, the middle-aged Sun Xian caught a full whiff of youthful vibe when he heard that Zhao Youyue was a female high school student. Talking to such a young girl was most refreshing, and he felt his youth returning.

Was this why so many uncles were Lolicons?

Sun Xian was no Lolicon. He simply had too much time. His life was peaceful but mundane. Therefore, he desired for excitement in controlled bouts. Gambling was undoubtedly a risk. It provided entertainment in its own way. Everyone would be consumed by the thirst for victory as they gambled. However, winning too often was just as boring. The greatest draw of gambling was most precisely the unknown risk that came with it…

Sun Xian had not been in touch with women for a long time. Only now did he learn that his novel had actually won the hearts of so many. Someone had even taken the initiative to get his contact information and contact him personally. What little interest he had in his work was now replaced with some motivation. He should not disappoint his female fans, right?

Sun Xian was equally polite on the phone. He did not sound like the creator who treated his readers as his grandchildren. Perhaps he felt a sense of accomplishment. This female reader had actually taken the initiative to contact him. She was not a grandchild, but a loyal reader who truly understood him!

Sun Xian’s mahjong buddies, Wang Liang and Li Ming soon noticed that Sun Xian speaking politely and carefully. His ordinarily uncle face was suddenly radiant with joy. The both of them exchanged looks. Their curiosity had been piqued, and they wanted to know more.

Was this guy, who had always insisted his lack of need for a woman, finally coming to his senses?

Wait, but which woman would actually fall for a unambitious, unmotivated, indolent, lazy, unemployed social outcast like Sun Xian?

How awful could her taste be?