3: Chapter 3 New Player Gift Pack

He then looked at the third option, the icon that looked like a PowerPoint slide.

This time, it wasn't just a short text description; instead, a vast amount of content kept surfacing in Chen Fan's mind.

After spending several minutes, Chen Fan finally understood what the last reward was.

It was a brand business operation guide for Three Squirrels.

It sounded like a business plan, but not an ordinary one.

This operation guide contained a full-process operational manual, covering everything from company registration, IP operation, choosing OEMs, commercial promotion, and financing negotiations, to what needed to be done at every critical timeline milestone.

It even went into details such as what patterns to print on the packaging bags.

Honestly, with this guide, even an ordinary person like Chen Fan would have a high chance of running it successfully.

He remembered that Three Squirrels would eventually have a market value of nearly ten billion; with this business guide, achieving a net worth of ten billion in the future was entirely possible.

However, to achieve this, there was a very important prerequisite: he needed capital.

According to the guide, he needed at least 200,000 in capital to have a chance of pulling it off.

Chen Fan thought about it; never mind himself, even his family didn't have 200,000, not even 100,000.

His family didn't have any houses or cars they could sell either.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan could only sigh helplessly.

Honestly, Chen Fan wanted all three prizes, but unfortunately, he could only choose one.

"Sigh, if only I could watch an ad and get them all."

Chen Fan complained internally, but ultimately decided to return to his old profession: writing novels.

He didn't hesitate and immediately chose the first option.

As Chen Fan confirmed his choice, a book-like image popped out of the frame.

It immediately began to scroll automatically and rapidly—like a slot machine, yet also like the pages of a book flipping, flashing by frame by frame.

First book: "Lord of the Mysteries"

Second book: "Da Feng Watchman"

Third book: "Beyond the Deep Space"

Fourth book: "Sacred Ruins"

Fifth book: ...

Chen Fan's pupils constricted slightly.

"Lord of the Mysteries," the first Cthulhu-style masterpiece on Qidian to break 100,000 average subscriptions, with countless fans across the internet.

"Da Feng Watchman," the phenomenal blockbuster of 2021, which sold copyrights until the author's hands were sore.

"Beyond the Deep Space," another masterpiece by Chen Dong; although opinions were mixed, its popularity never dropped.

"Sacred Ruins"

Whichever one he drew, it would be a trump card.

The scrolling speed began to slow down.

Finally, it stopped on a certain page.

"High Martial Era"

Chen Fan stared at those four characters, stunned for two seconds.

Then he let out a long sigh of relief.

"High Martial Era," the super blockbuster of 2024, with 100,000 average subscriptions, over seven hundred Alliance Masters, and even three Golden Alliance Masters worth 100,000 each.

In his previous life, he had followed this book for over half a year, waiting for updates every day. Thanks to this book, the author Feng Xian went straight to godhood from the "Twelve Heavenly Kings."

At this point in 2009, the concept of "high martial arts" didn't exist in web novels. Fantasy was fantasy, urban was urban; occasionally someone would mix the two together, but it was just a superficial attempt. But "High Martial Era" was different—it was a complete system from the root: martial arts college entrance exams, leveling up by grinding practice problems, visualizable combat power, global sect rankings...

Chen Fan believed that once this novel was published, it would definitely continue its success from his previous life. Perhaps—because the "high martial arts" setting was so novel—it might even create a brand new genre.

Just like "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality" created the "Mortal" genre, and "Battle Through the Heavens" pushed the "broken engagement" genre to its peak.

Calming his mind, Chen Fan looked at the glowing book in his mind and immediately chose to claim it.

The next second—like a breached flood, or an opened electrical current, countless characters flooded into his mind frantically.

After everything ended, Chen Fan tested it out and found that he could read these characters at any time, which put his mind at ease.

However, Chen Fan was a bit helpless; the system's reward wasn't a physical object, so he had to type it out himself. If only it had just given him a USB drive.

But Chen Fan was just complaining; in reality, he was already satisfied, as he didn't need to think for himself.

In his previous life, while writing novels, whenever he encountered a lack of ideas, he would scratch his head and ears in great pain. Even then, he could only manage at most eight thousand words a day.

But now?

He didn't need to think about the plot, didn't need to ponder the dialogue, and didn't need to design climaxes. With the full text in his head, his hands just needed to move and "type" those words out.

It was just like typing from a manuscript.

Chen Fan exercised his fingers and estimated his speed.

His typing was decent to begin with; after writing for three years in his previous life, he had long since mastered touch-typing. He could usually hit over a hundred characters per minute while chatting, and now, focusing solely on writing, he could do 120 per minute, which was 7,200 per hour.

Seven thousand an hour, seventy thousand in ten hours.

Even with breaks for water, the restroom, and stretching his neck, fifty to sixty thousand words a day would be a breeze.

If he was in good condition and pushed himself, seventy thousand wasn't impossible.

Chen Fan was shocked by this number.

Fifty thousand a day, five hundred thousand in ten days, 1.5 million in a month.

"High Martial Era" had a total of 3.92 million words—he could finish it in just over two months.

He leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling, and suddenly laughed out loud.

In his previous life, he couldn't have written this much even in two years.

In this life, two months.

Is this the feeling of being reborn?

Just then, he felt someone touch him from the side.

He turned his head and saw that Jiang Chen had woken up and was gently nudging him with his hand.

Chen Fan looked at him in confusion.

"The teacher is calling you." Jiang Chen lowered his voice and gestured toward the podium with his chin.

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Chen Fan cursed silently, then looked toward the podium, and then at the Chinese teacher whose surname he had forgotten—he couldn't recall if it was Wang or Sun.

At this moment, the Chinese teacher was squinting slightly at Chen Fan.

"Chen Fan, what thoughts and feelings do these two lines of poetry reflect?"

"Which two lines?" Chen Fan looked completely bewildered and turned to Jiang Chen for help.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen was reliable and immediately pointed to the lines of poetry in the book with his finger.

"How much sorrow can one have? It is just like a river of spring water flowing east."

Isn't this Li Yu's "Yu Mei Ren"?

Chen Fan was quite familiar with these lines, but what thoughts and feelings did they express?

As for the background of these lines, Chen Fan had read historical novels about the Five Dynasties period, so he had some understanding of this history.

At this point, it should have been a poem written when he was imprisoned in Bianjing, during the final moments of his life.

Chen Fan pondered for a moment and said, "The background of this poem is Li Yu's fall from a monarch to a prisoner; this huge disparity caused Li Yu to feel boundless sorrow, and this sorrow is like the river water, continuous and unending."

Hearing Chen Fan's words, the Chinese teacher nodded, "Sit down, and pay attention in class next time."

After Chen Fan sat down, he looked at his seatmate Jiang Chen, "What time is it now?"

Jiang Chen looked at the digital watch on his wrist and said casually, "11:55, time to eat soon. What are we eating later?"

"Whatever~" How would Chen Fan know what to eat? He didn't even know what the school cafeteria had.

"Let's have braised vegetables. If we're going to eat that, let's go early; if we go late, there won't be any left."

"Sure."

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