7: Chapter 7: Writing a book titled "Those Things About the Ming Dynasty," making money while lying down.

skill draw?

Zhao Yang felt a surge of excitement.

The Secret Manuals for skills in the System Mall were all deathly expensive; with his current emotion points, he didn't even dare to think about them.

However, a major turning point in the fate of a story character directly granted a skill draw—this indicated that, at least for now, changing a character's fate was the most cost-effective thing to do.

He rubbed his hands together and directly chose a triple draw.

System notifications rang out one after another:

[Obtained Skill: Hidden Weapons (Rank 6)]

[Obtained Skill: Mechanical Manufacturing (Rank 6)]

[Obtained Skill: Computer Design and Programming (Rank 6)]

[Detected that the host already possesses Elementary computer-related skills; skills merged and upgraded to "Electronic Information Specialization (Rank 6)"]

Zhao Yang felt a tingle in his brain.

A lot of new information had appeared inside.

Usage methods for various Hidden Weapons.

Design and production of various mechanical parts.

As well as knowledge related to microelectronics, computers, and information Systems, and equipment manufacturing methods.

The amount of information was significant, but it flowed in smoothly and naturally, as if it had always been part of his mind.

He glanced at his skill bar:

Literature Rank 2, Foreign Language Rank 1, Mathematics Rank 3, Criminal Investigation Rank 4, Driving Rank 4, Shooting Rank 4.

Unarmed Combat Technique Rank 6, Acting Rank 6, Fishing Rank 6, Hidden Weapons Rank 6, Mechanical Manufacturing Rank 6, Electronic Information Specialization Rank 6.

System Bro's criteria for Rank determination were very high.

Take Mathematics Rank 3, for example; although it came with the System when he transmigrated, the mathematical knowledge in his head was at least at a postgraduate level.

Foreign Language Rank 1 was definitely enough to pass the CET-4 English exam.

As for those Rank 6 skills—like the knowledge regarding 6G communication technology and quantum computer design and manufacturing within Electronic Information Specialization—those were all high-tech from twenty years in the future.

"Take the postgraduate entrance exam," Zhao Yang secretly resolved. "I must take the postgraduate entrance exam."

Before his Transmigration, he had failed the postgraduate entrance exam twice; now that he had transmigrated, he had to make up for that regret.

Otherwise, his thoughts wouldn't be at peace.

...

Over the next few days, besides practicing Military Boxing to improve his skills and physical fitness, Zhao Yang also began his grand plan to make money.

The hard drive brought by the System contained a large amount of writing reference materials, including hundreds of best-selling novels.

He printed out the first two volumes of "The Ming Dynasty's Stories".

Then, dragging An Xin along, he used Meng Dehai's connections to find Niu Jianguo, the Editor-in-Chief of the Jinghai City Literature and Art Publishing House.

The two arranged to meet at the publishing house's office.

Since it was still during the holiday, there weren't many people in the publishing house.

Niu Jianguo was in his forties, slightly chubby, wore thick glasses, and was sizing up Zhao Yang.

Why would such a handsome young man be a criminal investigator? Being exposed to the elements all day, he'd be worn out in a couple of years.

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Niu. My name is Zhao Yang. Uncle Meng asked me to come find you."

Niu Jianguo smiled kindly. "Director Meng mentioned you wrote an article for me to look at for potential publication. Is it documentary Literature about your police squad? Actually, for something like that, a quick word from the publicity department would have sufficed."

"It's a novel I wrote. Please take a look first."

Zhao Yang didn't waste words and directly handed over the thick manuscript.

"Oh? The Ming Dynasty's Stories? Something historical?"

Niu Jianguo took it with interest and flipped to the first page.

Then, he forgot to look up.

Five minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Nearly half an hour passed, and Niu Jianguo was still reading with great interest.

Zhao Yang couldn't help but cough lightly. "Editor-in-Chief Niu, what do you think of this novel?"

Niu Jianguo was startled, only then realizing he had been reading for so long.

He took a deep breath. "This novel is great! The subject matter is fresh! The language is witty! Good! It's excellent!"

"Then do you think it can be published? If not, I'll ask Uncle Meng to help me find another publisher."

"It can! It definitely can!" Niu Jianguo slapped the table. "We can sign the contract today! This book will definitely be a bestseller; I'll give you the highest royalty rate!"

After saying that, he hurriedly went to find the official seal and the contract.

Once the contract was brought over, Niu Jianguo asked, "Teacher Zhao, it seems you intend to serialize this book? How much have you written?"

Zhao Yang secretly found it amusing.

How had the form of address changed to "Teacher"?

"Editor-in-Chief Niu, just call me Xiao Zhao," Zhao Yang smiled. "I've already completed the outline; I expect there will be seven volumes. I've brought the first two today. If they sell well, I'll continue writing."

"They'll definitely sell well!" Editor-in-Chief Niu patted the manuscript, promising solemnly. "I guarantee with my professional integrity that this book will definitely be a bestseller! Teacher Zhao, just keep writing!"

Zhao Yang smiled. "Alright, alright, I'll do my best."

...

After signing the contract, Zhao Yang left the publishing house.

Next, he just had to wait for the money to roll in.

The commercial value of this book was at least tens of millions—the original author had been at the top of the writers' wealth list for several years.

After this one, there were several more.

Even though he had transmigrated, Zhao Yang would never forget his original intention as an online writer.

...

A few days into the New Year holiday, major clues emerged in the Huang Cuicui case.

The location where Huang Cuicui provided escort services was the Platinum Palace nightclub in Jinghai City.

From her colleagues, they found out about their pimp—Feng Lvzi.

Although he was currently in a Detention Center for dangerous Driving and seemingly had no time to commit the crime—if Huang Cuicui's body had been frozen first, then Feng Lvzi wouldn't have been in detention when she died.

Moreover, the reason he entered the Detention Center was a bit absurd: Driving under the influence and crashing into the Traffic Police Station.

Based on these judgments, Feng Lvzi was a major suspect.

To obtain further evidence, a criminal investigator needed to enter the Detention Center to get close to Feng Lvzi and dig out his real boss.

Several young criminal investigators, including Zhao Yang, were called to Cao Break's office.

Cao Break held a lunch box containing slips of paper: "The comrades present have all just joined the Criminal Police Team, and people outside don't know much about you. This is a great opportunity for training and earning merit. Don't worry, we've already spoken to the Detention Center; we will definitely ensure your safety. We'll stick to the old tradition of the Criminal Police Team—drawing lots."

Li Xiang drew first.

He didn't get it.

"I'm really sorry, I actually wanted to go, but..." Li Xiang scratched his head.

"But you don't know how to lie, and you look so righteous that it would be useless even if you went." Zhao Yang couldn't help but say his line.

Li Xiang gave a sheepish laugh and pointed at Zhao Yang. "I really want to seal your mouth shut, kid."

Cao Break also smiled.

Seeing An Xin about to draw lots, he quickly pulled the lunch box back. "Xiao Zhao is right; we need to find someone who doesn't look like a good person at first glance."

As he spoke, he looked toward a young criminal investigator with a bowl cut.

"Master, how do I not look like a good person?" The investigator looked aggrieved. "I can go, but I want to know..." He looked at An Xin. "What does Director An say?"

Cao Break's face darkened, and he slammed the lunch box onto the coffee table.

An Xin grabbed the lunch box. "I'll go! I wanted to go anyway, but I was afraid everyone would say I was snatching the credit, I..."

"An Xin, you're not suitable either," Zhao Yang interrupted him.

"Li Xiang is full of righteousness, while your face looks like it's easy to bully, and you're naturally dorky; you don't look like a bad guy."

"How am I naturally dorky?" An Xin looked indignant.

"Anyway, you're not suitable." Zhao Yang stood up. "I'll go; I'm the most suitable."

"You're even less suitable!" Cao Break laughed directly. "Even Li Xiang would be more suitable than you. With your looks, you could be in movies! Which criminal would take you for one of their own?"

Everyone chimed in.

"Yeah, Xiao Zhao, stop joining in the fun!"

"Anyone is more suitable than you."

Zhao Yang took a deep breath.

He covered his face with both hands and said in a low voice, "Captain Cao, look again and see if I'm suitable."

After saying that, he suddenly lowered his hands and stared straight at Cao Break.

"Holy crap!"

Cao Break's body trembled, and he took half a step back.

He reflexively pulled out his sidearm and pointed the muzzle at Zhao Yang.