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"That's right, I think Tyson is a promising boxer, so I want to train him."

Gou Quan scoffed: "We're not running a charity. I think I'm a promising food connoisseur, why don't you mentor me?"

"It's not like you've eaten less of my food!"

"Ahem..." Gou Quan coughed a few times guiltily, "You can't just pick up 'good seedlings' on the street like that, can you? Our economic situation isn't good right now! After we stopped, even the sales of our T-shirts have dropped, and some people have even copied our ideas. Those shameless people are printing nude women on their clothes, how despicable!"

Zhao Hao said confidently, "Isn't this how I find a way to make money for the company? I've thought it through: cultural T-shirts, cultural T-shirts. Without our own culture, there are no cultural T-shirts."

"Believe me, Tyson is definitely a boxing champion. As long as he trains hard, he will soon make a name for himself in the boxing world. Then we will have our own sports stars, achieving success in both sports and culture!"

Zhao Hao spoke excitedly, but Gou Quan said, "Well said! So, that kid is only fifteen years old this year, how long do you plan to train him?"

Zhao Hao was stunned. Holy crap, no way?!

It's just that Tyson looks too old, with a fierce-looking face, which led Zhao Hao to misjudge his age.

"Well, we can afford to wait two or three years..."

It seems the funding problem has not been fully resolved; distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

Zhao Hao said, "Why don't you spread the word that the author has been resurrected?"

This means he's going back to his old ways!

Gou Quan was startled and quickly covered the microphone, whispering, "Brother, are you out of your mind!"

"Which street gang in Liberty City doesn't have a few black guys these days? Why would they want to mow you down with a machine gun? And you actually dared to lie to them?! Although I think your tactic for getting attention is actually pretty good, it should boost sales..."

Zhao Hao disagreed: "How can you call it lying when it comes to the author's affairs? The author is somewhere between not postponing and not postponing, between being dead and not dead, just like Schrödinger's cat. Anyway, my lovely readers will forgive me."

"Besides, I'm not lying, I really want to write it."

Gou Quan was even more frightened: "Isn't that Sand Church very dangerous? Last time I was targeted, I really felt like I was facing a major disaster, like the sky was about to fall! That church is not simple, don't scare me!"

Zhao Hao said, "What are you afraid of? Just listen to me."

"First, release the news that the author has been resurrected! Let the readers spread the news and be overjoyed for two days, then release the news that the author was actually hit by a car and lost both hands and can no longer write!"

"Huh?!" Gou Quan was dumbfounded.

"It's not over yet! After the readers have been frustrated, sad, and crying for two days, you release the news that although the author has lost both arms, he is determined to continue writing the book with his tongue! Let the readers be moved for a while longer..."

"Then two days later, you release the news that the author has had a profound awakening after this ordeal and has decided to write the Bible with his tongue! This will plunge the old perverted readers into deep despair!"

"Then, in a couple of days, you release the news that although the author writes biblical stories, his nature is hard to change, and he's mixed in Liu Bei! The content is actually about snakes and the Tree of Knowledge, super bizarre! Giving readers a ray of hope in the abyss of despair..."

"Finally, we'll release the new book. That's right! I'm currently writing 'The Great Adventure of Harry Potter.' When you print it, make sure the first few words are printed prominently, and just toss the 'The Great Adventure' book aside in a corner."

"When readers are eagerly anticipating the book, have their toilet paper ready, and have even pushed their pants down, they suddenly see the contents of the book and they're left speechless."

Gou Quan felt a chill run down his spine after hearing Zhao Hao's words.

Is this a vicious trick that a human could come up with?

"Why aren't they responding?" he couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Hao laughed and said, "Because if a person suffers a great blow, they will enter a state of mental shock. They will no longer be able to react..."

"When our new book becomes a bestseller, we can also squeeze every last drop out of our readers..."

The so-called "draining the reader" refers to draining the reader's negative emotions.

Isn't Zhao Hao a formal member of the Shadow Organization now? He's still tasked with collecting negative emotions.

Because he inherited the magician's ring, he also inherited the magician's sphere of influence; the other side of the East Coast of America belongs to him.

However, he also needs to collect enough negative emotions within the specified time.

Zhao Hao was also worried at first. How to deal with these negative emotions? He couldn't very well kill or set fires, could he?

Hey, I've got it! My dear readers, you're in luck!

Now the author is going to help you clear out all those negative emotions from your heart, squeezing them out until not a single drop remains!

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Chapter 163 New Year's Sign-in, Let's Do Exercises Together

Gou Quan was in immense pain. He simply couldn't bear to watch innocent readers being cruelly manipulated by Zhao Hao; his conscience wouldn't allow it.

So he suggested: Could we extend the interval between the dissemination of the message to three days?

Gou Quan simply wanted to give readers more time to process their pain. It wasn't about spreading the message more effectively, reaching a wider audience, or promoting the product.

You are so understanding!

I, Zhao Hao, would like to call you the Great Benevolent Man Gou!

The new book promotion (reader exploitation) plan continues smoothly, and Tyson has also been arranged by Gou Quan to learn boxing.

However, Gou Quan's thinking was clearly different from the others. "We are all black brothers, I understand you!" Gou Quan put his arm around Tyson's shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"People like us are looked down upon from a young age, like we're born garbage from the sewers. Are you content with that? I certainly am, and I'm determined to make something of myself!"

Even though Tyson looks fierce, he's only a fifteen-year-old boy.

Gou Quan showered her with concern, confided in her, brought her food, and chatted warmly with her elderly mother, completely winning her heart.

In Tyson's mind, Gou Quan is now second only to Zhao Hao, even his mother has to take a backseat.

Because my mother gave me life, and Brother Zhao and Brother Gou know me well!

This is even closer than a blood brother!

“And you!” Gou Quan pointed at Tyson, “If you want to make a name for yourself through boxing, you need to have enough confidence and anger!”

"Confidence? Anger?" Tyson, having dropped out of school early, was completely bewildered by the rhetoric.

“That’s right!” Gou Quan said, “Confidence and anger are both indispensable! Confidence comes from within, but anger comes from the surrounding environment.”

"In order to let you accumulate anger, I have decided to temporarily place you in the gang I used to be in."

Under Tyson's puzzled gaze, Gou Quan explained, "It's not what you think. You can't fight back in the gang no matter what. Even if you're being mocked or bullied, even if your head is being pushed down a toilet, you absolutely cannot fight back."

"I want you to build up enough anger in this month, to make you truly understand that only with your fists can you break this damn fate! You're not punching your opponent, you're punching this cruel, cold world that makes you angry!"

Tyson suddenly understood and nodded firmly. "Brother Douglas, don't worry. I'll do as you say, for a month. A month from now, my fists will be filled with my fury, and I will throw a punch at the world!"

It's surprising that Tyson did such a good job with reading comprehension. Even Gou Quan himself couldn't do that, since he just made it up on the spot.

The main problem is that he can't find a particularly reliable boxing coach right now, so he wants to stall for a while...

The new year will begin just a few days after Christmas.

I didn't feel anything special about the end of the year; it passed by easily, just like the previous three hundred-plus days and nights.

However, the system did provide a monthly report and an annual report at the end of the year.

The monthly report wasn't anything special; to Zhao Hao, the monthly psionic changes were just like a weather forecast.

Unless there's extreme weather, I'll forget about it after watching it.

However, this is the first time I've seen an annual report:

"1979 was a year of heightened activity for supernatural beings. This year, supernatural beings in both the real and virtual worlds will become even more active, and many dormant supernatural beings will awaken anew. The concentration of psionic energy in both worlds will continue to rise, and the distance between them will be shortened..."

Looks like the new year is going to be tough.

The year-end sign-in bonus is tenfold, and there are also spirit energy points from the Ghost Realm placement at the end of the month. Zhao Hao's spirit energy points surged to 1076 in no time.

However, after thinking about it, Zhao Hao decided to skip the ten-pull first.

Currently, the basic Black Iron cards don't offer much of a boost and don't provide a significant leap in performance. My current cards are sufficient for a while, and there are still many abilities I haven't fully mastered.

We can't just blindly pursue powerful cards; we need to be strong ourselves first!

Why not try saving up some Fate Points and doing a bronze ten-pull?

I have to say, Haozi has gotten too cocky!

I'm still a level 2 Iron character, and I'm already eyeing Bronze cards.

On January 1st, Zhao Hao woke up early. Elena was no longer by his side.

I'm new to this, so it's really exciting. It's no wonder we spend all our time together.

I don't want to think about it anymore...

The Adams were well-intentioned regarding their relationship, but staying out all night was unacceptable. So Elena went home last night.

Zhao Hao sat up and sensed that the Destiny Card System was responding.

"New Year's Day, January 1, 1979, sign in."

"+9 Fate Points".

"Acquired Ability Card: [Set 188 of Broadcast Gymnastics]".

The card depicts a group of young students wearing blue, white, and red school uniforms with a futuristic feel, making strange, synchronized movements.

The 188th set of broadcast gymnastics

Black Iron 3-Star Ability Card

Enhance physical fitness: Mastering these 188 sets of broadcast gymnastics compiled in the era of space psionic energy can enhance various aspects of physical fitness through long-term practice.

Note: Even in the age of space psionic energy, the teachings must not be forgotten: develop sports, improve people's physique... The cosmic age is calling out repeatedly!

Zhao Hao was a little confused. What era was the Space Psionic Era?

They're already in space, why are they still doing exercises? Are you kidding me?

Also, why does the era keep making these calls?

There are so many flaws that I can't even begin to describe them all.

However, when he equipped the cards and tried it out...

"Ahhhhh!" A huge scream came from the room.

The orange-haired creature, who was still sleeping, was so startled that it jumped more than two meters high and leaped directly onto the wardrobe.

Orange: What's that screaming? It's so scary!

Looking at Zhao Hao again, a huge question mark appeared in his little head: "Zhao Hao, what kind of weird dance are you doing? It's amazing that you can do those poses!"