It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 642 Why doesn't antisocial behavior have social impact?

"Can't we think of another way?"

Liu Zheng frowned.

"What can I do?"

"Hishikibu asked in return."

"Although the Tamamo-no-Mae family is not as powerful as our Oe family, they are not far behind. I am just a junior, while he is the second-in-command of the family. It is already a great honor for him to be willing to give me away. If you think it is not right, you can go and talk to him and see if he will give you face."

"Of course he won't give me face, but he'll definitely give face to our Lady Hishishibu."

He said with a grin.

Why should I give up so much face for your sake?

"Hishikibu asked in return."

"Of course we won't let you sell it for free. Feel free to make any requests you may have."

"I want to become a platinum author, can you do it?"

"Hishibu chuckled."

How far are you from becoming a platinum author?
Liu Zheng asked.

“My commercial influence is already sufficient, but short story authors need sufficient industry influence to become platinum.”

"Hishikibu replied."

"For example?"

"For example, at least three platinum authors would need to recommend me to the Writers' Association to become a platinum author, or someone would need to publish a paper about my novel in a journal with an impact factor of 10 or higher, and so on."

Hishikibu gave an example.

"That strict?"

Platinum authors, who are neither short of money nor status, certainly wouldn't easily help Shikibu with something like this.

Journals with an impact factor of 10 or higher are considered very prestigious in reality, and they generally do not publish substandard papers.

"Of course it's strict, otherwise would I have been stuck with top-tier authors for so long? I even approached a scholar specializing in literary studies, hoping he could help me publish a paper. But that guy said my novel only had commercial value, not academic value. Humph, what does he know! Without the membership fees paid by high-selling authors like us, how would the association organize events and subsidize those critically acclaimed but commercially unsuccessful authors?"

"Hishikibu said indignantly."

"That's it."

Liu Zheng echoed.

"That's bullshit. Are you even capable? If you're not, then don't take on this job."

"It's not impossible."

He pondered for a moment before speaking.

The Fool is a Platinum member, and the President must also be a Platinum member. With their help, finding another Platinum member to make up the numbers shouldn't be a problem.

As long as the basic conditions are met, the president should approve it directly without anyone finding fault.

Even if there are troublemakers, Liu Zheng can just find another scholar to write a paper.

"You're planning to get the Fool's help, right? Even if you manage to gather enough platinum-level recommendations, what about the paper?"

Hishikibu was a smart woman and immediately guessed his plan.

"This is even simpler."

Liu Zheng's eyes lit up, and a plan came to him.

"Oh? Tell me."

Hishibu was a little curious.

"Isn't it enough to just make your novel have a social impact?"

"Nonsense, of course I know. The key is how to make my novel have a social impact?"

"Hishibu said irritably."

The Oe family is considered a prestigious family in the metropolis, but that's all they are.

Just like in Europe during World War I, anyone with a bit of status could easily come up with a few counts or dukes as ancestors.

It's fine to build connections for everyday tasks, but it's extremely difficult to accomplish anything truly impactful.

"It's very simple. All you need is for your novel's die-hard fans to do something that has a social impact."

Liu Zheng gave a wicked smile.

"What are you trying to do? I'm warning you, I just want to be a platinum author, not a legal newspaper."

"Hishikibu warned."

"Don't worry, it won't affect you. If you're a die-hard fan, a die-hard hater will do."

He said confidently.

Wasn't that intelligent mind in the sewer supposed to cause trouble in the sewers? He'll blow up the entire section of the sewer and leave behind a complete set of Hiiro Shikibu's novels at the scene.

Ideally, it should include the author's photo, and then completely slash Hishikibu's face. Then, scholars will naturally study the impact of Hishikibu's novels on the perpetrator's mental health.

The more important things Liu Zhenggan does, the more scholars will study the novels of Hiroshikibu.

"Stop, no need, thank you. With your style of doing things, I'd be in the police department's black jail before I even became a platinum."

"Fine, I give up. Just help me get three platinum author recommendations, okay?"

When Hishishikibu thought about his deeds, she promptly backed down.

"Of course. What about the deer boy?"

"I'll try to figure something out. Seriously, you've done me such a huge favor just to save a pet, isn't that a bit of a waste of your time?"

"Hishikibu said strangely."

“You’ve helped me so much before, so it’s only right that I help you too. Besides, you’re the novelist’s best friend, so helping you is the same as helping her. I never consider the cost-effectiveness when helping her.”

Liu Zheng smiled and said.

When he first came to Bloody Restaurant, he didn't know anyone else. He always had the novelist help him order takeout, and these were all long orders that took three hours.

In addition, the novelist also helped with the rescue of the nightingale.

Aside from cattle, horses, and plane trees, novelists were the biggest contributor to his early success.

"Senior~"

The voice of novelist Chao Jia came from the side.

"The stench of being in love is disgusting."

Hishikibu hung up the phone with disdain.

"Oh, right, that coffin."

When the names Fool and the president of the Writers Association were mentioned, Liu Zheng suddenly remembered.

Nine dragons pulling a coffin: you have nine dragons, but you still need a coffin to pull it.

Although the chairman of the writers' association estimated that he was prepared, it was still not necessarily as good as the Beiyin Mending Heaven Coffin.

Moreover, that broken coffin can neither be stored in the system space nor in storage equipment, so keeping it would be troublesome. It would be better to give it to the Writers Association President first.

If the writers' association president doesn't want it, then take it to the gravedigger to have a look.

The latter even wanted a coffin made of plane tree bark, so the Northern Yin Heaven-Mending Coffin should be much better than a coffin made of bark.

Thinking of this, he immediately called the Fool.

"Oh, delivery driver, is there anything I can do for you?"

"The call connected," the Fool said enthusiastically.

"Well, Mr. Fool. I've acquired a fine coffin and would like to ask if you need it."

Liu Zheng said.

"What coffin?"

"I don't know either, but the quality should be quite high. They say it's immune to all magic, and even storage equipment can't be stored in it."

he replied.

"Oh? Where are you? I'll be right there."

Upon hearing this, the fool immediately became interested.

“I’m in the Spider Cave area, but the coffin is at the Imhotem Clinic. Why don’t you go directly to the clinic and I’ll drive there?”

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay. See you at the clinic, deliveryman."

The fool hung up the phone in a hurry.

He got into his sports car and sped off towards the clinic.

When he arrived at the clinic, the Fool's carriage was already parked not far away.

Good afternoon, deliveryman.

Upon seeing Liu Zheng arrive, the fool also jumped out of the carriage.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. This way, please."

He led the fool toward the clinic entrance.

"Who is this lady?"

Upon seeing the Sphinx, the Fool asked a question.

"This is Ms. Sphinx, the clinic's security director."

Liu Zheng explained.

"Pah, what lady? I'm still a virgin."

The sphinx glared at him.

"Ah, that was my presumption, beautiful Miss Sphinx. Here's a small gift; I hope you'll accept my apology."

Upon hearing this, the fool's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled a glass bottle from his pocket.

"This is a fur care liquid specially developed for our feline family. It is very beneficial for maintaining the oil and moisture in the fur and skin, and can also supplement a variety of trace elements. It is still in the research and development stage and is not yet available for sale."

"But don't worry, I've already verified the effectiveness, and there are absolutely no side effects."

It guarantees the way.

"I don't need it, my fur is perfectly fine. If you want to come in, hurry up, or I'll kick you out."

The sphinx said indifferently.

"Miss Sphinx."

"Fool, important business comes first."

The fool was about to speak again when Liu Zheng bent down to remind him.

"Ah, okay."

The Fool glanced at the Sphinx, then reluctantly followed him into the clinic. "Mr. Liu, you've arrived!"

The cleaning staff, who were wiping the floor, looked up and said with surprise.

"Come on, what are you doing?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"There are a lot of people coming, and the floor is all dirty, so I'm just wiping it up."

The cleaner explained.

"Oh."

Indeed, how could one not be dirty after coming back from the mountains?

"Where are they?"

"They're in the operating room. The doctor said that apart from you and Mr. Niu Ma, everyone else should be asked to leave immediately."

Cleaning service resumes.

"Oh, then tell him I'm here and ask him to come out when he has time."

Liu Zheng said.

"Ok."

The cleaner put down her tools, turned around, and went into the inner room.

After a while, the Nile doctor came out.

"You're here so late? Did you go off to do something else again?"

he asked.

"There's nothing I can do; I'm just destined to be a hard worker."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Who is this?"

The Nile doctor looked at the fool.

"This is the Fool, a platinum-level author and the soon-to-be president of the Writers' Association."

Liu Zheng explained.

"I'm hardly a big shot. Just call me Fool."

"That's what the fool said humbly."

"It's an honor to meet you. I'm the chief physician at this clinic; you can just call me Nile."

The Nile doctor proactively squatted down and reached out his hand.

"I'll still call you Doctor, just like the delivery guy did."

The Fool reached out his paw and shook hands with him.

"That's okay too."

"Doctor, where is that coffin? Take it out and show it to the Fool."

Liu Zheng said.

"Take two steps back."

"That's what the Nile doctor said."

"Oh."

The person and the cat took a few steps back.

"Harukumahahaha!"

The Nile doctor chanted a spell over the floor, and the floor tiles immediately sank down, revealing a hole about five square meters in size. The coffin was then placed upside down in the hole.

"The Coffin of the Northern Underworld!"

Upon seeing the coffin, the Fool's pupils dilated.

"Does the Fool recognize this coffin?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

"Of course I know it. Sir, could you tell me where you got this coffin from?"

The fool asked.

"What's inconvenient about that?"

He told the fool the whole story.

"So it was buried in the Ten Thousand Mountains. No wonder, no wonder."

The fool muttered to himself.

"Did the Fool search for this coffin?"

"I searched for a while, but when I couldn't find any clues, I gave up. I never expected this."

The fool sighed repeatedly.

"This means it's destined for you."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Haha, that's not wrong. What does the deliveryman want to trade this coffin for?"

The fool asked.

"Hishikibu wants to be promoted to platinum author."

"Okay, I'll take care of this."

The Fool hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Thank you, Foolish Master."

"anything else?"

The fool asked again.

"No more for now, but I'll come looking for you shamelessly as soon as I think of something."

he laughed.

"Haha, feel free to come find me anytime, I'd love to have afternoon tea with you. Doctors are also welcome to visit the Fortress."

The Fool then turned to the Nile Doctor and said...

"There is a chance."

"The Nile doctor said politely."

"Then I'll be going now. I need to get this coffin to where it belongs as soon as possible."

"That's what the Fool said."

"Oh, by the way, there's another cultivator inside who practices some kind of Yin-Yang Reversal Technique, and another cultivator threw in a Red Lotus Karmic Fire. Be careful when you open the coffin."

Liu Zheng reminded him.

"Thank you for reminding me, sir. It's alright, there won't be any problem."

"That's what the fool said confidently."

"That's fine then. Oh, by the way, if that red lotus karmic fire is still there, could you please reassemble it for me?"

He remembered and said.

"Mr. Deliveryman, if I may be so bold, your strength is not yet at the level to wield the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire. This flame is, to some extent, the nemesis of the Black Goat's bloodline. If you force your way in, you will easily play with fire and get burned."

The fool advised.

"Oh, that's not what I wanted. The gravedigger commissioned me to collect various high-quality flames."

Liu Zheng explained.

Anyway, the tomb keeper didn't say he didn't want the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, so even if a big shot of that level doesn't need it, he shouldn't be burned to death.

"I see. Okay, I'll contact you when I've got it sorted out."

The fool suddenly realized.

"Thank you."

"It should."

After the Fool finished speaking, he stretched out his claws and hooked them on the edge of the coffin. With a little effort, he lifted the coffin up.

"Then I'll take my leave now."

It held the coffin in a gesture of respect with one paw, then gracefully departed.

"What a strong black cat."

The Nile doctor gazed longingly in the direction the Fool had gone.

"How strong?"

"Stronger than cattle and horses."

"The Nile doctor said with certainty."

"Oh."

Liu Zheng nodded, not surprised.

After all, he is the most prominent platinum author in the Writers Association, a big shot who dares to openly confront Peacock, so it's normal for him to be stronger than Niu Ma.

"Sometimes I even wonder if you are the offspring of some high-ranking official, here to experience life among ordinary people."

"The Nile doctor complained."

Have you ever seen a second-generation rich kid experience life like this?

Liu Zheng raised his tentacles and pointed to the seaweed above his head.

"My aesthetic sense is perfectly normal, thank you. If you have a choice, only someone born in a sewer would choose to look like this.

"You've become a better swearer than I am now."

"The Nile doctor said meaningfully."

"What? Didn't I used to know all of this?"

He asked knowingly.

"hehe."

The Nile doctor rolled his eyes at him and then went back to the operating room on his own.

"The guests haven't left yet, and you're leaving before them? And you call yourself a priest? You have no manners at all."