Reborn in 2006, I met Mr. Zhou from the past.

Zhou Chenyu specially hired an experienced driving instructor for Su Fengnan. Because the tuition was generous, the instructor naturally taught with great care. No one expected that Su Fengnan would be so quick to learn; after only a few strokes of the steering wheel, she was able to start the engine and drive off smoothly on her own.

Zhou Chenyu stood outside the field, watching the little girl drive the training car steadily and skillfully, his eyes filled with pride. His little girl was indeed a genius; no matter what she learned, she seemed to grasp it instantly.

Su Fengnan drove steadily around the track a few times before deftly applying the brakes. The instructor got out of the passenger seat, beaming from ear to ear: "Hahaha, Mr. Zhou, your sister is really smart! Bold yet meticulous, she learns in no time. With her aptitude, getting her license in a month is definitely not a problem!"

"Then I'll have to trouble you to take good care of her, Master. She is indeed very outstanding." As he replied, Zhou Chenyu casually handed her a cigarette.

While the driver went to the side to smoke and rest, Su Fengnan climbed out of the car. She quickly walked up to Zhou Chenyu, tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling, and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Brother Zhou, how was it?"

Seeing her radiant appearance, Zhou Chenyu knew exactly what she was thinking—she was blatantly seeking praise.

"Nan'er, that's great!" He praised her, skillfully unscrewing the lid of the water glass and holding it to her lips. "Here, have a sip of water to soothe your throat."

Su Fengnan smiled, took the water glass, tilted her head back, and drank two mouthfuls. The warm water instantly dispelled the heat from before.

After finishing her water, she wiped the water droplets from the corner of her lips, secretly thinking: I have to thank I knew how to drive in my past life. Today, she had put in a lot of effort to pretend she didn't know how in front of her master.

"Let's go back." Zhou Chenyu naturally took the cup from her hand and took her hand with his other hand.

"Um. Should I say hello to Master?" Su Fengnan asked obediently.

Zhou Chenyu turned to look at her master in the distance. "No need, let's go."

The two were used to this kind of contact and walked side by side toward the parking spot.

After returning home, the two said their goodbyes and went about their own business. Su Fengnan spent the entire afternoon in the study.

The story of "The Three Daughters of the Duke's Mansion" is already more than halfway through, and with the number of fans growing, the daily inquiries for updates are almost overwhelming the backend. Now that she has more free time, she is naturally happy to update a few more chapters every day to repay the readers' enthusiasm.

However, she couldn't log in to the backend for a while, and after it was restored, she could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the comments section was a bit strange when she was typing on the website.

Just as I was pondering this, the QQ number in the lower right corner started flashing; it was a message from Editor Song.

"Xinyuan, don't let the recent rumors about the company affect you!"

Su Fengnan typed a reply: "What's going on? I didn't see any comments."

"You haven't heard a single word?"

"No, I'm not in the authors' group."

"Okay, so you really are only focused on writing and oblivious to everything else." Song Jiaqi sent a helpless emoji, then got straight to the point, "The company has been in some turmoil lately, and there may be new capital injections later, and the website's rules will also be adjusted accordingly. I'm giving you a heads-up in advance so you don't let external factors affect your mindset."

Trouble?

Su Fengnan stared at the screen, desperately searching her memory of her past life, but it was as if she couldn't recall anything. However, based on her intuition about the trends in the online novel world, she keenly sensed something. More than two months ago, she had received a hint from Editor Song that the company might be undergoing adjustments. She hadn't seen it in time because of her birthday, and even when she did later, she didn't think much of it. Even when the website was inaccessible for a period of time, she didn't feel there was anything to panic about.

At that moment, her fingertips typed a few words on the keyboard:

"Editor Song, have any authors already switched jobs?"

On the other end of the computer, Song Jiaqi's fingers suddenly froze, and she typed a reply with a solemn expression: "Yes."

"Don't worry, I don't have any other plans for now. However..."

Su Fengnan possessed a memory from the future that others lacked, making her acutely aware of the immense commercial value that online literature held for decades to come. However, in her previous life, she was merely an observer, a reader who never personally witnessed the upheaval in the online literature world of 2007.

But she knew very well that the website eventually gained a foothold, even nurturing countless top-tier writers and laying the foundation for high-quality online literature. However, with the injection of capital, the contract model, payment system, and copyright rules were bound to undergo drastic changes.

Right now, she harbors a deeper concern—those copyrights, which would be priceless years later, must not be hastily finalized in this turbulent time. Subsequent derivative rights, film and television adaptation rights, and agency terms—these are the core factors that truly determine an author's fate.

Seeing that no new messages popped up in the chat box, Song Jiaqi couldn't help but ask, "But what?"

Su Fengnan's eyes darkened slightly as she solemnly typed a line: "No matter how the company adjusts its policies, I hope authors will have sufficient say regarding copyright, derivative rights, and agency terms."

Upon seeing the message from Xinyuan, a hint of surprise flashed in Song Jiaqi's eyes, which quickly turned into deep admiration. This author was far more clear-headed and intelligent than she had imagined.

"Okay, I'll let you know as soon as there are any new developments."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Editor Song."

After closing the dialog box, the screen returned to calm. Su Fengnan leaned back in her chair, but her thoughts were still wandering.

Actually, if she had enough funds, she might have been able to use this controversy to set up a scheme in the online literature world. But looking at the current situation... she sighed softly and shook her head.

Forget it, a person's energy is ultimately limited. For now, I'll just be a writer and keep my own little corner of the world.

In the evening, Su Fengnan received a call from her mother, Wen Xiaofen, saying that she had arrived safely, and she felt relieved.

……

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Su Fengnan faced the day to go to school to estimate her scores and fill out her college applications. On the application form, she filled in B University without hesitation. Tang Qiuyue, to be on the safe side, conservatively filled in two backup schools.

Ning Xiaojun had just finished filling in the name of a school in City B when her deskmate Qiu Wen saw it and subsequently filled in the same university as Ning Xiaojun. No one knows what this guy was thinking.

After the three girls finished filling out their college applications, they walked out of the school gate and saw Ye Hua, Wang Bo, and Liu Tao standing by the roadside, eagerly waiting for them.

Seeing them come out, Liu Tao was the first to step forward and eagerly asked, "You're finally out! How did it go? Which universities did you all apply to?"

"And you guys?" Ning Xiaojun asked with a smile.

"Let's go, I'll treat you all to milk tea today! We're all going our separate ways soon, and who knows if we'll ever have a chance to get together again." Liu Tao waved his hand generously.

Upon hearing this, Su Fengnan naturally turned her head to look at the girl beside her and asked gently, "Qiuyue, shall we come together?"