Chapter 20: The Two Young Men's Joyful Encounter

  The tramcars in Baisha City are no different from those on Earth, and the steam-powered trams are packed like sardine cans.

  Ma Long's luck wasn't great either, he didn't encounter the perfect situation where a group of soft girls were sandwiched in between and couldn't move. In front of him stood a muscular bull-headed man, and behind him was indeed a plump body pressed tightly against his back... but the problem was that it was a female pig head resembling Feng Jie...

  What's even more outrageous is that the damned driver of the tram can somehow magically turn it into a crazy roller coaster!

  Then, the delicious food cooked by Xiao Hu Nu Ai Mi in the morning tempted Ma Long to eat excessively without restraint, and he finally suffered from heavenly punishment. How could he still hold on and not vomit in such a situation?

  So, after persisting for only four stops, Ma Long summoned his last bit of strength and squeezed off the bus. He felt that if he continued to sit there, he would absolutely die a wrongful death.

  Ma Long, who had been leaning against a lamppost by the roadside and vomiting for a long time, finally felt relieved in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the Sword-toothed Leopard Type-III steam motorcycle that young Ayster, the Minotaur, used to ride.

  It seems that taking a crowded bus is not an option, I guess I really need to get a car for commuting.

  Aister said that the Type-III steam engine of his Saber-Toothed Tiger was obtained from surplus military supplies for 200 Rands, so even if the market price were to rise a bit, it would be at most around 300 to 400 Rands.

  Not too much, can buy!

  Taking a crowded bus can only earn bus money, but driving a car can earn car money, so buying early is cost-effective, nothing is not worth it!

  Ma Long was thinking like this, and then he felt that his shoulder had been patted by someone. Then a handkerchief with a faint scent appeared from behind him, and a slender white hand with visible fine blood vessels under the skin handed it to his eyes.

  "Oh, thank you." Malong subconsciously reached out to take it, but only then remembered where he was now, neither in the office of his Earth-world job nor in the orphanage where all the children liked him.

  "Don't be polite, you are now an author under our publishing house, caring about the lives of authors under our flag is what I should do as the president."

  Before Marlon could even turn around, the voice of Evana, the red-haired queen of the Emerald Pattern Publishing House, had already entered his ears.

  "What are you doing here?"

  Evelyn wiped her mouth with the handkerchief she had handed to herself, and Marlon, who turned his head back, saw Evelyn wearing a professional suit, a lady's hat adorned with flowers, and her red hair still high on her head, revealing her slender neck, which made him raise an eyebrow in surprise.

  However, as soon as the words of doubt were spoken, Ma Long had already caught sight of a shiny large beetle-shaped steam car parked not far behind Evana on the side of the road, and a young man wearing a black tailcoat with gold buttons, with a large bow tie made of pure white lace around his neck, looking every inch like a rich second-generation youth.

  Yvonne smiled and replied, as expected, without surprising Malone: "I was passing by here, I just saw you, so I stopped the car to take a look."

  Eva paused for a moment, adjusted her expression to be serious, and then said: "Malong, I'm sorry about your aunt's tragic experience... but since this has already happened, I think you also understand that grief can't solve any problems. I hope you can pull yourself together again, after all, you still need to take responsibility for the future of that little nephew of yours."

  These words were obviously Yvonne's attempt to comfort Marlon, and not knowing the inside story, she also thought that Marlon's consecutive two-day coma was due to his excessive nostalgia for Aunt Winnie Lister.

  "Thank you, I'm much better now!"

  Ma Long didn't explain and didn't want to explain anything, he just followed Yvonne's comforting words.

  Eva carefully observed Malong's expression, and found that there was indeed no sadness in his eyes. Only then did she nod her head and say: "That's good! Let's go, it's time to go to the publishing house and turn the draft contract into a formal publishing contract!"

  Right after that, Yvonne casually revealed: "I've already prepared enough paper to print 1 million copies of 'The Little Prince'!"

  Ma Long didn't respond because in his eyes, this was just a pie in the sky that Yvonne had painted for him.

  Enough paper to print 100,000 copies of "The Little Prince" does not mean that this paper will actually be used to print 100,000 copies of "The Little Prince". If it were given to other naive fourteen or fifteen year old boys, their hearts would definitely beat wildly with excitement, but they still wouldn't be able to tame the dragon.

  Ma Long didn't react at all, leaving Yvonne to secretly sigh in her heart that this kid's got a big heart, and the first print of 100,000 copies still doesn't faze him?

  Shaking her head, Evanna turned around and pointed to the young man standing beside the shiny steam car that looked like a giant beetle: "Let's get acquainted, Marlon is my fiancé Dietrich-Nürnberg-Von Stein; Dietrich, this is the young author I told you about, Marlon-Lyster, who wrote 'The Little Prince'."

  "Are you Ma Long?" The young man, dressed in bright clothes, turned the two silver eyeballs in his deep eye sockets, slightly bowed to prove that he was not rude, and then said with a tone of arrogance that kept people at bay: "Excuse me for being blunt, dear cousin Yvonne, this kid's 'Little Prince' is just a poorly written, dull children's story with improper wording."

  Ma Long's heart was burning with anger, just as he was about to say something, Yvonne spoke up before him.

  "Descartes, beware of your words!"

  Eva's willow eyebrows turned upside down, her expression and demeanor changed again, aura... overwhelmingly messy.

  It's clear that Descartes is somewhat intimidated by Yvonne, as he twitched the corner of his mouth after being scolded by her, and then shrugged his shoulders under Yvonne's pressing gaze, seeming to be nonchalant: "Okay, I take back what I said earlier."

  Perhaps still somewhat discontented, Descartes immediately added: "Well, Ma Long... in that messy 'Little Prince' of yours, at least the point about comparing women to thorny roses is completely correct. With this interesting selling point, sales will be at least three to five hundred copies, and I've already instructed my steward to buy a copy for the study when the time comes."

  As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed that Descartes was afraid that Yvonne would say something even more severe, so he quickly got into the shiny steam car and struck a pose as if to say "I'm the driver".

  Glancing at him, the face had already turned black into "Bao Daren" Yvonne, Marlon was surprised to find that he wasn't angry at all, about Descartes' stupid comments on him and his "Little Prince".

  Hmph, as expected, whether it's Earth or another realm, annoying young men are indeed indispensable creatures.

  This guy named Descartes, daring to utter such nonsense in front of everyone and slap Yvonne in the face, isn't he afraid that his fiancée with a queen's name... will get angry and divorce him?

  If it were like this... how delightful!

  Ma Long was secretly thinking with no ill intentions.