Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

At Pudong Airport, Tang Yingxue, wearing sunglasses, walked into the VIP waiting room.

Assistant Xiao Zhao followed behind, pushing a suitcase, his eyes constantly glancing at her face.

"Sister Xue, your skin looks amazing today!"

Tang Yingxue took off her sunglasses and glanced at her.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

Xiao Zhao stuck out his tongue and wisely shut up.

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Jiang Fan arrived at the company at 10:00 AM.

Li Cheng was squatting at the front desk, fighting with Zhou Yutong for a bag of potato chips. When he saw Jiang Fan come in, he quickly stuffed the potato chips back into Zhou Yutong's arms and stood up straight.

"Good morning, Brother Fan."

"Okay." Jiang Fan walked inside. "Be mindful of the impact. How's it going in Ningyuan?"

Li Cheng followed behind, reporting: "The venue contract has been signed, and we've found students from the local art school for the extras. The props team is collecting old items from the 1990s—old desks, old bicycles, enamel mugs—they've got quite a lot."

"Did we go over budget?"

"No. Director Ning is very stingy; he'll stretch every penny to its limit."

Jiang Fan nodded. Ning Yuan had a bad temper, but he was a very hard worker.

"What about Shen Nian?"

"The official photos for Gucci were released yesterday, and the brand is very satisfied. They said they'll arrange a photoshoot next week. The Vio phone endorsement deal has also been signed, and the deposit has been deposited into the company account."

"Okay, you keep an eye on things, make sure nothing goes wrong."

Jiang Fan pushed open the office door and threw his coat on the back of the chair.

Li Cheng poked half his head in through the doorway: "Brother Fan, wanna have lunch together?"

"No, I have something to do. Could you pack one and bring it up for me?"

"Alright."

The door closed.

Jiang Fan sat down in the chair and closed his eyes.

The system panel lights up.

Current lifespan: 62100 points

[Remaining lifespan: 117 days]

These past few days, my lifespan has increased considerably due to the deep connection I've developed with Tang Yingxue.

Jiang Fan first replenished the amount needed to sustain his life—exchanging it for 100 days of lifespan.

10000 points are deducted, and the remaining lifespan jumps to 217 days.

Finally, I don't have to count the days anymore.

The only uncertainty is whether there's a limit to the system's lifespan redemption limit.

He opened the store and switched to the "Literary Works" category.

I typed three words into the search box: Journey to the West.

The page redirects, and a book icon with a bronze sheen appears in the center.

[The Complete Version of Journey to the West]

[Exchange Price: 10000 Life Points]

Ten thousand points, a hundred days' worth of life.

Jiang Fan stared at that number.

It's expensive. But this isn't just about a novel.

The fact that Blue Star doesn't have this IP means that the entire industry chain is blank.

With Journey to the West as its foundation, subsequent films like A Chinese Odyssey, Monkey King: Hero Is Back, and Nezha were able to be made.

Ten thousand lifespan points can be exchanged for a cultural gold mine that can be repeatedly mined for more than ten years.

No matter how you look at it, you're not losing out.

He pressed the redemption button.

[Deduct 10000 lifespan points]

A massive influx of information flooded my mind.

From Pangu creating the world to the birth of the stone monkey, from his havoc in the Heavenly Palace to his five hundred years under the Five Elements Mountain, and finally to his enlightenment after enduring eighty-one tribulations—

Every detail, every line of dialogue, is clearly etched deep in my memory.

One hundred chapters, more than 800,000 words, all in my mind.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, rubbed his temples; the amount of information was overwhelming, and his head was throbbing.

After a two-minute pause, he turned on his computer and created a new Word document.

File name: Journey to the West.

The sound of keyboard typing filled the quiet office.

No need for brainstorming or research.

He was like an emotionless typewriter, transferring the contents of his mind directly to the screen.

Chapter One: The spiritual root nurtures and gives birth to the source; the mind and nature are cultivated and the Great Dao arises.

"Overseas, there is a country called Aolai. Near the sea, in the middle of the sea, stands a famous mountain called Flower and Fruit Mountain..."

Around noon, Li Cheng brought in the packed lunch.

Jiang Fan didn't even look up: "Put it on the table."

Li Cheng put down the takeout order and glanced at the computer screen out of the corner of his eye—

It was covered with words.

"Brother Fan, what are you writing? A new script?"

"novel."

"Novels?" Li Cheng blinked twice. "You write novels?"

"I'm just idling around anyway."

Li Cheng opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words, "Where have you been waiting for?"

He went out and closed the door behind him.

Jiang Fan locked himself in his office all afternoon.

The stone monkey became a disciple of the Bodhi Patriarch and learned the Seventy-Two Transformations and the Somersault Cloud.

The Dragon Palace took away the magic staff that stabilized the sea, and the underworld erased it from the Book of Life and Death.

Even 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't subdue him, and in the end, it was Buddha Tathagata who personally intervened and struck down the Five Elements Mountain with a single palm.

Jiang Fan was completely unaware that his wrists were aching from typing.

The feeling of bringing a classic from a past life back to life in another world is even more exhilarating than making money.

At 8 PM, Jiang Fan saved the file.

Today he wrote a total of 50,000 words, completing the first seven chapters.

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Song Siyi.

"Jiang Fan: The first seven chapters of Journey to the West are finished. I'll send them to your email tomorrow."

One minute later, five messages popped up on the other end of the line—

Song Siyi: ???

Song Siyi: Are you serious?

Song Siyi: Jiang Fan, don't lie to me.

Song Siyi: I want to see it now!!!

Song Siyi: Send it to me!! Now, immediately!!!

Jiang Fan's lips twitched; the reaction was even stronger than he had expected.

He didn't rush back, but opened the lunchbox—the takeout from lunch was untouched and had gone cold.

I ate a couple of bites of cold rice and then went to the break room to make myself a cup of coffee.

When he came back, there were three more messages on his phone.

Song Siyi: Jiang Fan?

Song Siyi: Where are you??

Song Siyi: Are you kidding me?? I'm telling you, if you're lying to me—

Jiang Fan typed a reply.

Jiang Fan: What's the rush? I'll send it to your email before 10 AM tomorrow.

Song Siyi: Why not now??

Song Siyi: Jiang Fan, do you know what your behavior is called in the publishing industry?

Jiang Fan: What's your name?

"Song Siyi: 'You'll get beaten up if you keep the editor in suspense.'"

Jiang Fan: Then you do the hitting.

Song Siyi: You just wait.

Jiang Fan locked his phone and tossed it on the table.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the 50,000-word document on his computer screen.

Once Journey to the West is serialized, it will cause quite a stir.

The significance of this book, "Previous Life," in Chinese culture needs no further explanation.

Jiang Fan finished his coffee in one gulp and turned off the computer.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it. Song Siyi had sent two more messages.

Song Siyi: Jiang Fan, give me an answer.

"Song Siyi: Jiang Fan, do you believe I'll post your bedwetting incident from when you were eight years old on Weibo right now?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment.

How come this woman remembers everything?

Jiang Fan: You dare?

"Song Siyi: Not only do I dare, I also have photos. The one Fang Ma took back then, the one where you were crying while hugging a wet blanket."

Jiang Fan's finger hovered above the screen, not falling for a long time.

The original owner wet the bed at the age of eight, and Fang Xiulan took a picture of it?

He did indeed remember this incident.

If that photo gets leaked—

More than 20 million fans saw their "Jiang Fan husband" crying as a child while hugging a wet blanket...

Jiang Fan: Song Siyi, as the editor-in-chief of a listed company, aren't you ashamed to do something like this?

Song Siyi: Stop talking nonsense. Just tell me when you're going to let me see the manuscript.

Jiang Fan: Tomorrow. If I said tomorrow, then it's tomorrow.

Song Siyi: What time?

"Jiang Fan: I'll send it to your email before 10 o'clock, okay?"

Song Siyi: Okay. Got it. See you on Weibo one minute after 10 o'clock.

Jiang Fan: ...With your personality, it's no wonder you're still single at thirty.

As soon as Jiang Fan posted this message, he knew he had stirred up a hornet's nest.

really--

Song Siyi: I'm twenty-three!!! Not thirty!!!

Jiang Fan: Oh, oh. Well, there aren't many years left, so hurry up.

Song Siyi: Jiang Fan, let me tell you, if you say another word, I'll write a long article about how you used to chase after me when you were little, begging to marry me. Wouldn't all your female fans go crazy reading that?

Jiang Fan really didn't dare to accept this time.

Jiang Fan: Goodnight, Siyi. I'll send it to you on time tomorrow.

He placed his phone face down on the table.

He leaned back in his chair, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Song Siyi is a person who acts decisively and has a sharp tongue.

But all the kindness shown to the original owner from childhood to adulthood was genuine and real.

This favor should be repaid.