Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

The next few days were regular and fulfilling for Qin Lang.

I get up at 6:30 every morning, run for half an hour, take a shower, and have lunch with a few "female tenants". I go to school in the morning, write novels in the afternoon, and brainstorm and organize city promotion project plans in the evening.

After his rebirth, Qin Lang deliberately corrected his sleep schedule.

No staying up late! That's his principle. Heaven has given him a second chance at life, and he doesn't want to suffer a sudden death like he did in his previous life.

The first season of the silly animated series "Shrimp Cultivation: Starting as a Furnace" has ended, but the video's popularity has only increased.

Qin Lang opened the backend, and the data was still jumping. The number of views was soaring like it had been injected with chicken blood, and the total number had exceeded one billion. The number of recommendations was more than three times that of views. This data meant that the algorithm team was pushing his content to more users who were still hesitating whether to click in.

Qin Lang knew why this work was so popular. It wasn't because the production was so excellent, because the audience wasn't there for the production; they were there for the story.

In his past life, Qin Lang wrote too many short drama scripts. He wrote whatever the clients wanted: domineering CEOs, underdogs rising to power, genius babies, family feuds, all sorts of formulaic stories. He was sick of writing them, but there were still people who liked to watch them.

But what truly surprised him was not just the success of "Sand Shrimp," but also the phenomenal success of his novel "Undying Yuan Zun," a traditional Eastern fantasy novel serialized on a certain Chinese website.

Moreover, it's unclear when exactly, but readers learned that he was the author of the silly animated series "Shrimp Cultivating Immortality," and the two works mutually promoted each other, achieving a good effect.

The website editor sent Qin Lang a panda slamming its fist on the table emoji via QQ, followed by a long string of "Ahhhhhhhh."

"Hey bro! Do you even know what your readership ranking is today?!"

Qin Lang's lips curled into a smile, and he only replied with a question mark.

"Good bro! You're third in daily readership across the entire site! Do you know what third place means? There are only two books ahead of you, 'Ze Tian' and 'Xue Ying,' both of which are platinum-level books. You, a new author with a new book, have reached third place. What are all those platinum-level, top-tier, and veteran authors supposed to think?!"

Before Qin Lang could reply, his editor sent more than a dozen messages, saying that several publishing houses and audio platforms' copyright managers had contacted him privately to discuss the publication and audio adaptation of "The Undying Yuan Zun".

"Several film and television companies have also inquired, saying your novel has great potential to be adapted into a web series. My friend, are you going to take it or not?"

……

In the president's office of Xiangcheng Industrial, Zhao Zhiheng sat behind his father's huge mahogany desk, holding a printed report in his hand, his face looking like he had swallowed a maggot.

"That's it?" He threw the report on the table. "A nobody animator who makes silly cartoons dares to mess with the Zhao family's business?"

The report on the table consisted of only two pages. He had immediately guessed, upon learning that Qin Lang had been invited to the party by Wu Yong, that Wu Yong's refusal to sign the contract was definitely related to this person, and thus ordered an investigation into Qin Lang.

As a result, the content was so simple it was laughable. It mentioned that the student was a business administration major at Peking University, with mediocre grades, no outstanding academic performance, an ordinary family background, and that his parents had died unexpectedly six months prior.

The only thing worth mentioning is that this person started making silly animations on Bilibili and writing novels on online literature platforms a month ago. His works have performed quite well, and he has earned some money.

"Just a small-time author and internet celebrity," Zhao Zhiheng said to his assistant Wang Kai, who was standing opposite him, leaning back in his chair with disdain. "I thought he had some kind of impressive background."

Wang Kai adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses but remained silent. He had followed Zhao Zhiheng for three years and knew the young master's temperament all too well. To put it nicely, Zhao Zhiheng was confident; to put it bluntly, he was overly arrogant.

In his eyes, ordinary people, those without a background, or those whose family power was not as great as the Zhao family, were nothing but ants.

However, after reading Qin Lang's information, Wang Kai felt that something was not quite right.

How could an ordinary college student behave so calmly at a party?

When faced with someone of Zhao Zhiheng's status who provoked him, he was still able to remain calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

This kind of mentality is not what one should have at this age. Either this person is fearless and doesn't take Zhao Zhiheng or even the Zhao family seriously at all, or this person is just a hothead.

There's another point, and it's the most crucial one: how did Qin Lang know that Shen Jie was going to frame Wu Yong?

Wang Kai couldn't find the answer to this question in the report. He also inquired with many people privately, and what he learned was that Qin Lang had only met Wu Yong a few times when he stayed at his aunt's house as a child, and the two had almost no contact in the following ten years.

How did he know that?

Wang Kai shared this question with Zhao Zhiheng. Zhao Zhiheng thought for a while and came to what he considered a reasonable conclusion: "Shen Jie must have accidentally let it slip that Qin Lang overheard, and since they happened to run into each other in Wu Family Alley that day, Qin Lang, wanting to curry favor with Wu Yong, proactively told him about it. What's so strange about that?"

Wang Kai felt the explanation was a bit far-fetched, but he didn't press the matter. After all, asking too many questions in front of a leader would be seen as questioning the leader's decision, which meant questioning Zhao Zhiheng's decision—a major taboo in the workplace.

"So what do you mean?" Wang Kai asked.

Zhao Zhiheng glanced at the documents on the table, a hint of disdain on his lips. "Damn, it's been so long since I've played with this little rascal. I'm at a loss for what to do..."

After a moment, he tapped the table, gestured with his chin towards the documents on it, and said, "Isn't his studio preparing to open? A newly registered cultural media company, with Qin Lang himself as the legal representative, a registered capital of 500,000, but zero paid-in capital. A shell company."

"Yes." Wang Kai nodded.

"Find out whose studio he rented the space from." Zhao Zhiheng already had an idea in mind. "Go and talk to them and tell them that Qin Lang doesn't get along with my Zhao family, so don't rent the space to him."

"Understood." Wang Kai nodded again.

"And another thing," Zhao Zhiheng continued, "if his studio needs to hire people... you know what to do."

Wang Kai pushed up his glasses, a sycophantic smile spreading across his face that said, "Don't worry, Young Master Zhao, I'll make sure that kid Qin Lang knows that in Liaobei, if you offend the Zhao family, you'll regret it and have nowhere to cry."

Zhao Zhiheng did not answer, but simply waved his hand, indicating that Wang Kai could go and do it.