Supreme Grandpa Chapter 57
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"What are you writing the book for?" Seeing Yang Haodong startled, Yang Song asked meaningfully.
Yang Haodong thought for a moment before he answered, "In order to maintain world peace, I think. If the copyright is promoted in the future, it can be possibly adapted into a different beast language and sold in the abyss. If everyone only reads books all day long, our world will be peaceful!"
"Do you have other reasons?" Yang Song felt speechless.
Yang Haodong touched his chin, "For my dream."
"There is nothing else?" Yang Song.
Yang Haodong scratched his head: "Father, I can't think of it!"
Yang Song proceeded to ask, "What about money, what about fame? Don't you want to become an elite writer of online novels, sign a platinum contract to become the website's exclusive writer, and become the greatest online novel writer in the whole world?"
Yang Haodong shook his head slightly and explained, "I'm not short of money! Besides, to really sign the platinum contract, I have to go to various activities. Won't this fail my readers' expectations? I remember a great god who always likes to hype up his deceased wife. I always feel ashamed at the thought of staying with those kinds of people."
"Also, fame can't be used as a manuscript update. I don't know how many readers are waiting in front of their phones for new chapters every day. If I go out and engage in all kinds of tossing, can I be worthy of them?"
A thick black line appeared on Yang Song's forehead. He had never seen this guy so dull before. Was it possible that people would become dumb and stupid after becoming an online author? Was it to maintain world peace at every turn?
"Don't talk nonsense to me here. You will announce your identity after the book is very popular. At that time, I will also find some reporters to come over. The bigger the momentum, the better," Yang Song directly made a decision.
"Also, recently, Haonan researched out a pill. After eating it, within 72 hours, you can maintain a full mental state without any side effects. At that time, you can take this pill and explode out your extreme potential.
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"Actually, there is also a reason for letting you expose your identity. Authors need fame. Only when you are famous can you make more money by having more readers reading your book. Don't think so rigidly."
In order for the family ranking to rise, Yang Song had to think of myriad plans in his mind every day.
"Then fine!" Yang Haodong bowed his head under Yang Song's power.
Yang Song changed the subject, "Is there any news about your third brother?"
"Ah? Third brother? I haven't paid attention to it..." Yang Haodong was taken aback.
Yang Song didn't know if letting this guy write novels was the right or wrong choice at all, "Could it be that after becoming a writer, you want to write all day long without caring about anything else?"
"This one…" Yang Haodong froze.
Yang Song was really speechless now. He really had the urge to teach this guy a lesson.
It was no wonder that when some parents heard that their children wrote novels, they would oppose it so strongly.
If it weren't for Yang Haodong's talent in this area, Yang Song would also oppose it.
After all, if this situation continued, he was afraid that this fellow would become a fool!
"I think Third Brother must be alive. If something happens to him, be it bad or good, the Disaster Department must have contacted our house a long time ago. But there is no movement at all. This is too abnormal. Maybe they know something. You can go and inquire it, at least you have to know the where he went missing," Yang Song said solemnly.
In Yang Song's secret room, a small entrance to the abyss appeared.
If he could get the map of the abyss from the Disaster Department, as well as the final specific location that Yang Haoxi stayed, after his strength was strong, he could enter the abyss to look for him.
Yang Haodong nodded solemnly, "I will pay close attention to Third Brother's affairs. If there is news, I will tell you as soon as possible."
"Yeah! If there's nothing else important in this period, remember to ask Haonan for some Spirit Energy Pills, it will definitely work!"
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Yang Song shook his head lightly, and after leaving these words, he turned and walked out of the office.
Yang Haodong got up and sent Yang Song to the door of the Military Governor Mansion.
After watching Yang Song skillfully stepping on the hoverboard and leaving more than a hundred meters away, he turned around and went back.
"The strength of father has greatly improved. Is it really related to Great Energy Pill? In the past two days, I haven't heard less about Great Energy Pills. It seems that I have to find a chance and try a batch of pills. I have to ask Second Brother for some Spirit Energy Pills too. "
"As for Third Brother, I am afraid that some important information about him is really hidden by the Disaster Department! It's too abnormal."
Yang Haodong sat at the table, glanced at the chatbox with the message flashing, and then picked up the phone and pressed a familiar number!
Toot, toot!
The phone sounded twice and it was connected.
"You there?" Yang Haodong asked first.
There was silence on the phone for two seconds, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't ask if I'm here or not!"
"Do you know the situation of my third brother?" Yang Haodong said in a very serious tone.
...
Wu Pharmaceutical.
Wu Yonggui's complexion was crimson, and he was very angry.
"Assholes, that group of assholes! Do you really think that Wu Pharmaceutical is a soft persimmon?"
Wu Yonggui slapped the table and roared like an animal.
In the conference room, there was silence. Some other senior members lowered their heads and dared not say a word. They all knew about the live broadcast.
To put it bluntly, Wu Pharmaceutical, which had spent a lot of money on advertising, might not only lose face now.
There was even the possibility of doing works for nothing for the Yang Family at that.
But all these were Wu Yonggui's mistakes, so they had no guts to criticize.
"Big brother, with a glace, we can know that Qian Tingduo is in the same gang with Yang Family. We can launch the water army and hype their relationship so that the credibility of what he says can be minimized."
The fat man spoke.
"There are still a lot of irrelevant verified accounts who are forwarding that old thing's post. More and more netizens are starting to scold our company. It's not a good thing to let this continue. I have already contacted the legal department and gave them a lawyer's letter warning one by one."
"What does it have to do with those verified accounts? Are those verified accounts' owners crazy?"
In the meeting room, such voices appeared constantly.
Of course, they would not have thought that those big verified accounts who forwarded the post were all martial artists that Yang Song had helped in the beginning.
Even if there was no Qian Tingduo to take part in this matter, with the passage of time and the constant changes in public opinion, Wu Pharmaceutical would still be unlucky. The main difference was speed only.
"Using the lawyer is of no much use. Big brother, how about we request for father's help? When he went down into the abyss, he had many comrades-in-arms. The reason why our Wu Pharmaceutical can survive until now is that our father is there. He can come out and say a few words, any trouble can be solved by then."
Someone looked at Wu Yonggui and offered opinions.
"Let me think about it," Wu Yonggui gritted his teeth.
"Big brother, the situation is very critical now. Although we are working hard on public opinions, the live video was spread too quickly. Once allowed to ferment, the reputation of Wu Pharmaceutical will be ruined. In the end, not even a bottle of Grandpa Oral Liquid can be sold."
The atmosphere in the meeting room was getting heavier and heavier.
"Big brother, that old thing of the Yang Family has posted something again."
Without warning, another member of Wu Pharmaceutical spoke up. His voice trembled slightly while holding his mobile phone.
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