Chapter 7: Ten Million to Support a Book
Chapter 7: Ten Million to Support a Book
Zhao Xiaoxiao became popular, and his book exploded onto the scene too. A homepage banner appeared, flashing words: “The Supreme Emperor, Ruling Heaven and Earth—’My Dick Is Bigger Than Yours’ donated 1,000 Crowns to ‘My Uncle Bodyguard’. Mortals, kneel and worship!”
Authors and readers alike stared at the banner in disbelief. One thousand crowns? That meant one million yuan! Damn it, why not spend that fortune on charity instead? So ridiculously wealthy—how were the rest of them supposed to compete now?
Nearly every reader who saw the banner immediately searched for the book. Within just half an hour, “My Uncle Bodyguard” toppled all the works by the top writers on Black Rock Platform, claiming the top spot on every chart. Tang Chen effortlessly became the number one tycoon supporter. Everyone now knew Black Rock had a legendary figure who casually threw around a million yuan.
Black Rock poured in 100% enthusiasm, creating a jaw-dropping new fan title for Tang Chen above all others: “God-Level Overlord Fan.” The name sounded utterly ridiculous. A massive wave of readers flooded the comment section for “My Uncle Bodyguard.” Some posted reviews, others clicked bookmark.
“New book? Awesome, awesome!”
“Damn, I only read Chapter 1, and suddenly realized how stupid I was before. How did I miss this amazing book?”
“Rich fan here checking out this million-yuan super book! Seriously though, under the Dck God’s shadow, calling myself rich now feels embarrassing.”
Many authors came just for Tang Chen, directly replying under his comment: “Rich master, please adopt me!”
“Big Brother Rich! Take me with you~ I’m a cute female author with big boobs, slim waist, and soft skin!”
“Big Bro Rich! Pretty please support my book ‘God-Level Face-Slapping System’!”
“Bro… no, Dck God! You’re the ultimate legend. I bow down.”
Zhao Xiaoxiao grinned until wrinkles bloomed all over his face, watching the bookmark count skyrocket. He’d probably fall asleep smiling tonight. Deep down, he overflowed with gratitude toward Tang Chen, pondering how to repay him.
But Tang Chen’s extravagance also upset veteran wealthy readers. Inside the fan group for the top author Anxiu Lan, chaos erupted. One elite reader posted: “Friends! Some newbie is showing off! Did you see? He gave trash-tier book a thousand Crowns!”
A female reader replied: “We saw it, Little Qiong! So infuriating! Lanlan’s book got knocked off the Donation List.”
“That guy’s purely here to mess things up! Who knows where the upstart crawled from, daring to top Lanlan’s rankings? I checked that book—utter garbage! Wonder if the guy’s got brains or not!”
“I’m switching to my main account—no, maybe my alt—to trash that book.”
“Everyone, relax. Just read books calmly.” Anxiu Lan finally spoke up.
“Lanlan, don’t interfere! It’s not just about your honor—it’s about ours! We MUST make you rule Black Rock!”
“Exactly! Let’s each donate one crown! With our numbers, can’t beat that jerk?”
“I’ll donate ten!”
“I hit twenty! Flatten that book!”
Anxiu Lan watched their messages with weary resignation. Ah well, more money in her pocket still sounded nice.
Tang Chen, who caused all this, had no idea. He woke up around 2 pm and decided now was as good a time as any to buy property. Logging into Black Rock to see if Zhao Xiaoxiao had updated, he instantly found his account swamped with replies. Some begged for his patronage; others sent nonsense. Tang Chen ignored them all.
He pulled up Zhao Xiaoxiao’s book—the author had indeed updated. His own earlier comment got pinned. After skimming the new chapter contentedly, he left encouragement below. Just before leaving, an alert popped up. He clicked it open:
“Hello, ‘My Dck Is Bigger Than Yours’! I’m Editor-in-Chief at Black Rock. Got time? Hoping to interview you briefly.”
Tang Chen knew the rule: five Crown donations earned an interview chance. Bored anyway, he replied: “No problem.”
Less than sixty seconds later, a friend request appeared on his QQ tagged “Editor-in-Chief.” Tang Chen accepted.
Guo Yongjia, sweating at his office desk, jittered with the keyboard when the tycoon responded. First time chatting with big money—super nervous!
He quickly messaged: “Hi there! Are you ‘My Dck Is Bigger Than Yours’?”
Tang Chen: “Yes.”
Guo Yongjia responded: “I’m Black Rock editor-in-chief. So… was it really you who sent 1,000 Crowns to ‘My Uncle Bodyguard’?”
Tang Chen typed “Mm,” tacked on a smiley face, and added: “No big deal. Pocket change.”
Guo Yongjia’s mouth twitched. Pocket change? Definitely the real deal. Felt like king-level audacity here.
Guo Yongjia: “Heh, you really are mighty. Um… free for me to ask questions now?”
Tang Chen: “Go ahead.”
Guo breathed deeply. Easy start! Was almost scared the tycoon might ghost him. He tapped out: “How did you first discover ‘My Uncle Bodyguard’?”
Tang Chen thought for a moment. “About two weeks ago. Bored stiff. Surfed for web novels, bumped into this book. Got hooked. Been chasing updates since.”
Guo Yongjia: “Oh! That’s quite the journey! Before this book, did you know about our platform?”
Tang Chen: “Of course. Your site’s pretty famous around here.”
Guo pressed on: “We appreciate that! But… mind sharing why you spent 1,000 Crowns in one go?”
Tang Chen smirked then responded: “Heard Black Rock loves its tycoons. In my eyes? They’re no tycoons. Giving 1,000 yuan? Too small. So I flicked off 1,000 Crowns. Hey—you’re Zhao Xiaoxiao’s editor, right? Ask if that covers his needs. If not? He’ll get another thousand.”
Guo Yongjia spat imaginary blood staring at the screen. Insane. “Dump another thousand”? That was truly next-tier wealth. The guy had to have banks in his backyard!
Guo calmed himself, timidly asking: “More than enough! Anything else you want to say—to this site or possibly our authors? I’ll pass it along.”
Tang Chen fired back: “Website’s fine. But I have thoughts about you.”
Guo Yongjia shivered. “Please point out anything I can improve.”
Tang Chen replied masterfully: “What kind of editor are you? Why let such gold rot without good publicity? Why not treasure your writers? Got a mission for you: all your slots go to him starting today. I’ll keep backing this book. Make me proud, and rewards will follow you too!”
Guo Yongjia stared flabbergasted. Why did this feel like an employee getting bossed? Come on—he was editor! At least pretend he had dignity! And Tang Chen blamed him for bad placement? Zhao’s writing was legit rubbish!
But Guo dared not protest. He typed: “Rest assured—if he delivers good quality, I’ll go all out even without your push. As editors, we want our writers to succeed!”
Tang Chen nodded in approval. Nice attitude. After minor chatting, Guo announced the interview’s closing. Tang Chen sent one last message: “Now give me your bank account number.”
Stunned, Guo Yongjia hesitated but recalled his boss’s orders. He reluctantly sent it over.
Tang Chen ordered his System: “Transfer ¥10 million to this account.”
The System sighed silently yet obeyed.
Guo sat waiting cluelessly. His phone buzzed—a bank alert confirming ¥10,000,000.00 had landed into his account.
Guo nearly dropped kneeling to the ground again. What just happened? Ten million yuan just… appeared?!
“Delivered, right?” Tang Chen messaged again. “That ten mil’s pocket money. Do proper promotion for the book. Do well, earn more later. Done.”
One glance at it, and Guo understood the demand. Ten million yuan… just to hype a novel? Was such absurdity even possible?
After seconds of silence, Guo cracked mad laughter. Tears and snot escaped simultaneously. Ten million yuan! Damn! How many decades’ salary equaled that! And suddenly—all his? Hah! I love big tycoons! I love Zhao Xiaoxiao!
He resisted the urge to hunt Zhao down for kisses—but duty called first. Following rich daddy’s orders, Guo Yongjia logged into his admin backend. Every available promo slot, he threw at “My Uncle Bodyguard”. No way was he risking that wallet’s displeasure.