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Translator: Inschain Editor: Inschain

When Qian Wenlin received another message from the editor Qing Mo, he was about to attend his evening study session.

Then, he was engulfed in a surge of euphoria. The excitement resonated with a tangible roar, swirling into a vortex.

“Hello, Mr. Linwen. Your work ‘Porcelain Anniversary’ has caught the eye of Xianzai Films. They are interested in acquiring the film rights. I will set up a chat group for both parties to discuss.”

It took Qian Wenlin almost half a minute to calm himself before replying, “I’m heading to class now. We can chat later.”

Surprises aside, he couldn’t let his students’ classes be delayed.

Qing Mo replied, “Sure.”

After finishing the first lecture with unparalleled enthusiasm, he returned to his office.

Before he could even check the new chat group created by Qing Mo, he noticed a new friend request labeled “Yun Lian from Xianzai Film Productions.” Qian Wenlin accepted the friend request.

Almost immediately, a message popped up, “Hello, Mr. Linwen. I’m the planning editor from Xianzai Film Productions. I read your piece in ‘New Story Monthly’ and found it very intriguing. Would you be interested in selling the film rights?”

Qian Wenlin replied, “I’m interested. How should we proceed?”

Yun Lian responded, “After our internal evaluation, our preliminary offer is 150,000 for an exclusive 10-year license. Does this sound acceptable to you?” After taking a moment to let the number “150,000” sink in, Qian Wenlin replied, “That’s an unexpected delight. I accept.”

Yun Lian wrote back, “Great, I’ll send you the digital contract tomorrow.” Qian Wenlin responded with gratitude, “Thank you for the effort.” After ending the chat with Yun Lian, Qian Wenlin posted in a group chat and then privately messaged his editor, Qing Mo, to inform her about this development.

Qing Mo congratulated him, “Congratulations, Mr. Linwen.”

With sincerity, Qian Wenlin thanked her, “I truly appreciate it. Without you choosing my work and without your promotion, this opportunity would have never come. Thank you again!”

150,000!

Including the royalties, the total was close to 170,000 RMB.

This was the most money Qian Wenlin had ever made in one go in his 40-year career.

Beyond the financial gain, this was a validation of his talents.

He looked forward to the day he could proudly tell his son about this achievement, reminding him.

“You may be making strides, but remember, I’m still your father!”

That evening, after finishing his classes, Qian Wenlin returned home with an extra bounce in his step. He didn’t help his wife with the chores as usual. Instead, he confidently sat on the sofa, picked up a book, and began reading. Yang Yuhua, his wife, looked at him as if he were a stranger. Before she could speak, Qian Wenlin said, “What are you staring at? Finish cleaning and make me some tea.”

Yang Yuhua was stunned.

“Don’t you hear me?” Qian Wenlin spoke in an arrogant tone.

What’s gotten into you? Did you get promoted to principal or something?” “Principal?” Qian Wenlin chuckled, “No, no. I just had a long day.” We all have long days,” Yang Yuhua remarked, clearly irked.

Qian Wenlin sighed, “Yes, but today was particularly draining. I had classes then my editor approached me, and then a film company’s editor contacted me It was quite a lot to handle.”

“What film and television company?”

“What? You know, the ones that make TV shows. Where do you think all those dramas you watch every day come from?”

“What do they want from you?”

“They think the article your husband wrote is good and want to adapt it into a TV drama, so they’re offering 150,000 to buy the film and television rights from me.”

“What, what did you say?”

“I said, the film and television company wants to pay 150,000 for the adaptation rights to my work. Can you pour me a cup of tea now? I’m really thirsty.”

Yang Yuhua walked incredulously to her husband and asked, “Are you teasing

“Why would I tease you? We’re signing the contract tomorrow; you can see it then.”

“Honey, you’re so talented!” Saying this, Yang Yuhua planted a kiss on Qian Wenlin’s forehead.

Of course, the 150,000 was a delightful surprise, but the thought of her husband’s work being adapted into a drama made her even prouder.

Imagine, watching a drama written by her husband while playing mahjong

with her friends. That feeling…

Probably wouldn’t be too far off from drawing a winning hand in the game.

Hey, what are you doing? Go and get the tea,” Qian Wenlin teased.

“Just a second, I’ll be right back,” Yang Yuhua played along.

Although Qian Wenlin was deliberately playful, it did bring back some of the feelings from their early days of marriage when his wife admired him so much.

In the boys’ dormitory at Seacoast Normal University.

Qian Quan briefly reviewed the opening sections of works that ranked in the top ten on the Source Chinese Web charts. Then, he decided to change the name of his work from “Envying Immortals” to “My Senior Is Just Too Reckless”.

Having settled on the title, next in line were the tasks of outlining the story, setting it up, and figuring out the best introduction.

Just at that moment, Zhang Xiang’er called.

“Hello, what’s up?” Qian Quan answered.

“Two things,” he began. “First, my Master wants to see you.

“Secondly, Shimizu Ichiro has gone to get his elders. Word is he’s bringing his uncle with him to China. They’ll probably want to meet you.”

Perhaps because he mentioned his Master, Zhang Xiang’er’s tone was unusually serious.

“That’s fine,” responded Qian Quan genuinely, “I’ve always wanted to meet your esteemed Master in person. By the way, who is Shimizu Ichiro’s uncle? Is he a significant figure?”

“I’m not sure, but that’s what’s unsettling,” he replied. “Kunio Okawachi, known as an laido Skill Master, is renowned in the martial arts world and is hailed as a ’National Treasure Martial Artist’.

“However, his junior is virtually unknown, and his sudden intention to visit

China feels a bit suspicious.”

“Well, we’ll handle whatever comes our way,” Qian Quan said confidently. “It’s just another sparring match, after all.”

“Aren’t you afraid of losing to them?”

“Didn’t you once say that in martial arts exchanges, wins and losses have always been a part?

“In this modern era of advanced weaponry, a martial arts competition won’t change the fate of a nation.”

“I’m concerned they might use this as an opportunity to create a media storm online and badmouth us. You know how the current online environment is ” she cautioned.

To Qian Quan’s surprise, Zhang Xiang’er, despite often being engrossed in games, demonstrated profound depth when it came to serious matters.

“We’ll do our best,” assured Qian Quan. “When are we meeting your Master?” ‘Til head to Azure Bay on Friday, and then we’ll proceed to Wudang Mountain ” Zhang Xiang’er informed.

“Alright.”

The day after learning of Shimizu Ichiro’s intention to bring his uncle, Qian Quan met them.

To be precise, it was Shimizu Ichiro’s uncle who took the initiative to meet Qian Quan.

In the early morning, the sun had just risen.

Igarashi Yuugiri and Shimizu Ichiro stood in the path that Qian Quan took to class.

“Good day, Mr. Qian,” greeted Shimizu Ichiro first.

Hello,” Qian Quan responded, sizing them up.

The moment he met eyes with the robust young man beside Shimizu Ichiro, he

felt an inexplicable heaviness in his heart.

“This is my uncle,” introduced Shimizu Ichiro.

“Hello,” Qian Quan said, sensing a well-masked but immensely dark energy from him. It reminded him of a tempestuous whirlpool in the deep sea, a historical resentment that filled him with an unspeakable disgust.

“Hello,” the young man responded with a nod, answering in broken Chinese. “Nice to meet you. I brought a maple leaf from Nara as a gift.”

With that, he revealed a red maple leaf in his palm.

He gently tossed it to Qian Quan.

The leaf was about to land on Qian Quan’s hand.

But it suddenly veered off course as if blown by a gust of wind.

Without missing a beat, Qian Quan swiftly caught the leaf between his index and middle finger.

In that brief exchange, Qian Quan felt outmaneuvered.

The young man smiled subtly and remarked, “Pleased to meet you.”

Qian Quan kept his gaze on him, choosing to remain silent..