Chapter 1108: Chapter 268: Who Are You Calling Demon? [Ten Thousand Words!]

But how did the Ningxue Sword know?

It must be Xue Fuxiao.

So regarding this matter, we must settle accounts with Xue Fuxiao.

But right now, Xue Fuxiao is on the side of Feng Yunqi.

He hasn’t returned.

Or could it be... he dares not return?

Eventually, he won’t escape.

So Dongfang Sansan is in no hurry.

The urgent matter at hand is Fang Che’s situation; he’s had such a long vacation, he should have played enough by now, right?

If he’s had enough fun, it’s time to arrange for him to work.

So last night, Dongfang Sansan gave instructions about Fang Che’s matter regarding Wenxin Road.

Wenxin Road.

Yan Wuzui. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The message was passed down secretly, directly to Fang Che!

The single-line secret transmission shows our attitude, but the Wei Wo Zheng Sect will definitely find out, and Yan Nan will certainly be delighted.

As long as Yan Nan is pleased, Dongfang Sansan feels pleased too — there’s quite a close relationship here.

It’s a confrontation between two old foxes on another supreme level.

For now, it seems that Dongfang Sansan feels: "Hmm... I should have a slight, narrow lead."

Still, I need to be modest and cautious; Yan Nan is not someone to be underestimated.

Next, Dongfang Sansan will wait for three days later.

So he cheerfully took another stroll through the main hall, letting everyone see he was in high spirits.

And he announced a piece of news on the spot.

"The autobiography of Lord Jun Lin, who once saved the Continent, has been found. However, Lord Jun Lin himself recorded it somewhat briefly, glossing over many events."

"So in the past few days, I have been completing the autobiography for Senior Jun Lin."

"Lord Jun Lin’s life was colorful and tumultuous; a short piece simply cannot describe it. Even with concise wording, the completed story of Lord Jun Lin’s life ended up being a full 3.6 million words."

"At that time, it will be published under the name of the Guardian, with my name as the author, and then sold throughout the world."

Yes, sold.

Dongfang Sansan never considered distributing it for free across the Continent; for one thing, he wanted to earn some money from this book.

Given his satisfaction with the book, Dongfang Sansan feels that it should sell for several billions without much issue.

Estimate one book to be around 500,000 words; 3.6 million words surely make eight books.

If each one sells for one tael of silver... that’s quite a lot of money.

It could indeed make the Guardian’s finances comfortable again.

But selling to the Weiwo Orthodox Continent, the price must be doubled...

As for the second reason naturally, it’s because: free things often aren’t cherished.

Only when people wave their Silver and rush to purchase it, will they calm down to savor it thoroughly.

The entire main hall erupted in cheers!

The autobiography of Lord Jun Lin!

A book personally written by the Ninth lord!

Just these two points are enough to make everyone collectively excited.

"Ninth lord, when will it be released?"

"Hmm, we’ll start printing in the next two days, get everything ready, and then it won’t be long before the first batch comes out."

"When will our headquarters get it?"

Someone asked.

Because of Dongfang Sansan’s rules, every event, the headquarters always receives the last batch.

So everyone was worried.

"This time, we’ll advance it for you, you’ll get it by the second batch. Also, the finance department should calculate the price for the entire Continent release, with a total of 3.6 million words, divided into several books, and price each one. Discuss it amongst yourselves."

The finance department people immediately bowed, responding excitedly.

"Don’t set the price too high; the purpose of this book is mainly to promote the life of Jun Lin and to influence the young people of the Continent... understand?"

"Yes, Ninth lord. What about the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"

"It can be higher there. After all, we still need to make money."

"Understood."

"Ninth lord is mighty!"

Thus everyone cheered together.

After working for so many years, it’s finally something entertaining.

The excitement was truly tearful.

"Before the sales start, we can begin promoting it across the Continent, accepting pre-orders. Start collecting Silver."

Dongfang Sansan smiled gleefully.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

Then Dongfang Sansan laughed heartily, saying: "Have Yan Wuzui come to my room. You can all go about your business."

With that, he turned and left.

Dongfang Sansan had been gone for some time, but the excitement here still hadn’t settled.

"This is truly great news, enough to shake the entire Continent!"

"The Ninth lord is personally publishing a book!"

"My heart is pounding with anticipation!"

"Me too, me too, it must be spectacular, otherwise, the Ninth lord wouldn’t do this."

"I never thought the Ninth lord would actually publish a book, sob... I’m so excited."

"When the Ninth lord makes a move, all the writers and scholars in the world lose their luster..."

"Of course."

"Well then, everyone, let’s get back to work; otherwise, when the book comes out and we haven’t finished our work, having it in hand but no time to read... what an oh no moment that would be."

"Me too, me too, back to work, back to work..."

...

Yan Wuzui arrived at Dongfang Sansan’s room.

"Master."

Yan Wuzui looked visibly older than Dongfang Sansan, with his hair and beard slightly gray.

He stood straight as an arrow.

His eyes were like a hawk’s.

You don’t need to know his job or position, just looking at his face, the words come to mind: fair and fearless.

"Is everything ready?"

"Everything is ready."

"When the time comes, you may step down."

"Disciple understands."

Dongfang Sansan said plainly: "Do you have any doubts about why I’m doing this?"

"Disciple has no doubts!"

Yan Wuzui said: "Disciple only needs to do the work."