Luo Chuan felt that he seemed to possess some kind of ability akin to foreseeing the future.
Though many things he had done before were simply on a whim, they always produced unexpected results at some point in the future.
"The second floor?"
Yao Ziyan tilted her head slightly.
In the house where they currently lived, the first floor was where the tavern operated, the third floor was where they lived and went about their daily lives, while the second floor had remained unused.
Yao Ziyan had asked Luo Chuan how he planned to use it at the time, and his answer had been to wait for now; there would be a chance to use it in the future.
"You're planning to turn the second floor into something like... a broadcasting room?"
Yao Ziyan more or less understood what Luo Chuan meant.
"That's right." Luo Chuan snapped his fingers lightly. "Steel City's development in this regard is still at the very beginning, and Giant Axe said he'd leave it all to me. We might as well start with the basics—sound. Let the public get used to this format first, then we can talk about visuals later."
With his experience in the Tianxing Empire, Luo Chuan easily formed a plan in his mind.
"Tell stories from novels?" Yao Ziyan smiled.
"Yeah." Luo Chuan held his teacup, feeling the warm mist brush against his face, carrying waves of sweet, hazy floral fragrance. "Novels are divided into chapters anyway. We can tell a few chapters at a fixed time every evening, treating it as a special kind of serialization."
"Mm... it sounds pretty good." Yao Ziyan folded her arms across her chest. "So who's going to tell them? You, Luo Chuan?"
"Me?" Luo Chuan pointed at himself. "Forget it. I don't have any