Chapter 310 - Chapter 310: Chapter 214: Ah, You Can Also Operate a Rocket Launcher? (5000-Word Chapter)_2 (2/2)
Chu Wanning’s face suddenly darkened, and she sighed, “Youyou, every time you bring this up, I get quite frustrated.”
“What’s wrong?” Youyou asked.
“You know about that novel website in Southeast Asia called ‘Fries Novel,’ right? They’ve moved several of Lin Chuan’s books over,” Chu Wanning said indignantly.
Youyou’s brows furrowed, “They moved all of them?”
Having one’s novels pirated or plagiarized ranked alongside “No money received” as the two most unacceptable things to an author.
When an author learned that their books had been plagiarized or moved, especially when the plagiarists or movers were making a fortune, they would toss and turn at night, most definitely cursing those *%#@! across the way!
Some plagiarists were even more audacious.
—Praising themselves as original in the book review section.
—Or boasting that the original author wasn’t as popular or profitable as them.
Plagiarism killing the original!
For an original author, it felt like having a fishbone stuck in the throat!
“Right,” replied Chu Wanning with a nod, “our legal department has already started negotiating with them.”
“Defending rights overseas is a bit difficult,” Youyou said, pursing her lips and knitting her brows.
In the realm of online literature, let alone the difficulty of protecting rights overseas, it’s already tough as climbing to the heavens domestically. Online literary forums are rife with “wars” and “fights” happening daily.
“Yeah, it’s indeed tricky,” Chu Wanning sighed lightly.
“How about I mention this to Lin Chuan? He should be able to solve it,” Youyou suggested.
Chu Wanning pondered for a moment, “Let Lin Chuan focus on creating first. If our legal department doesn’t get anywhere, we’ll bring it up to Lin Chuan.”
“Okay,” Youyou nodded.
Afterwards, the two discussed the international expansion of Lin Chuan’s previously published novels, setting the stage to build a massive ‘Dark Empire’.
…
Meanwhile.
Lin Chuan, dressed in a white T-shirt and black sports shorts, was in the spacious living room, teaching the Little Landlady some fighting techniques.
The living room was large; the coffee table had been moved aside and the floor covered with a layer of sponge mats.
A temporary fighting ring had been established.
The Little Landlady, in a blue and white tracksuit with her long hair tied back and a few wisps gently framing her face, had a rosy flush to her cheeks from a morning of fighting practice, her youthful collagen abundant.
She picked up a dry towel and wiped the sweat off Lin Chuan’s face, her own face beaming with youthful brilliance, “Chairman, I’m very strong now! I could take on five!”
“Shall we test that?”
Lin Chuan was taken aback, teasing the Little Landlady.
The Little Landlady wiped the sweat from her brow and pouted slightly, “How could I beat you?”
“Then what about the five you mentioned?”
“Um… five children,” the Little Landlady said with a grin, batting her clear eyes.
Lin Chuan smiled and then remarked, “You’re a fast learner, but you can still improve the way you generate force. As for strength, that is far from sufficient.”
The Little Landlady clenched her fists, “Then I need to work out my muscles more!”
Lin Chuan looked the Little Landlady up and down, “If you become a muscle woman, I might not be able to handle it.”