A Beauty Full of Melancholy

Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce.

Besides the high-ranking members of the Chamber of Commerce, Mao Lin sat at the head seat, his expression terrifyingly grim.

"President, please think of a solution quickly!"

At this moment, one of the high-ranking members finally couldn't sit still and spoke up, "As everyone knows, a city can only have one first-tier chamber of commerce. This is happening right at the crucial time when the chamber of commerce is being ranked!"

"That's right, President."

Another high-ranking member stepped forward and said, "Our competition with the Baofeng Merchant Association could have been neck and neck. In fact, we even surpassed them in developing markets for gold, silver, and cultivator items. But now, the Baofeng Merchant Association is relying on a book, and their revenue this month is actually twenty percent higher than ours at the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce. If it's like this next month, then the title of first-tier chamber of commerce will be handed over to them without a fight."

"Indeed. If that happens, we'll have to act at the mercy of the Baofeng Merchant Association. Even pricing and market selection will be prioritized by them," someone else chimed in.

For a time, everyone in the grand meeting hall was filled with worry.

This made Mao Lin, seated at the head, even more grim. The hand gripping the chair creaked audibly.

He had initially thought that Yi Feng's trashy book could only sell a couple of copies with his help. Who would have thought it would become so popular at the Baofeng Merchant Association overnight?

Not only that, but with this book, the Baofeng Merchant Association's profits had directly surpassed his Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce by twenty percent.

"President, I heard before that the original author of this book had come to see you?" At this point, a high-ranking member asked Mao Lin.

Mao Lin's eyebrows shot up.

It was better not to mention it. Bringing it up made him almost have a heart attack.

Yes, Yi Feng had come to him first, but he had handed over this path to riches on a silver platter. This was more unbearable than losing his wife.

Immediately, his face turned awkward. After coughing twice, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please calm down. Our Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce has stood for so long; what challenges haven't we faced? I will personally handle this matter."

"How will the President resolve it?"

Someone asked.

Clearly, although Mao Lin was the president of the chamber of commerce, it wasn't his alone. This matter had already drawn everyone's doubts.

"I have some acquaintance with that author. At worst, I'll go talk to him again and ask him to publish with our Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce again," Mao Lin said with a grim expression.

"President, when he first approached our chamber of commerce for cooperation, we didn't want him. Now, asking him back, do you think it will be that easy?" one person asked.

Upon hearing this, worry surfaced on the faces of the others.

Hearing this, Mao Lin's expression also soured. However, things had come to this point. Even if it wasn't easy, he had to find a way to bring Yi Feng back. Otherwise, with the high-ranking members of the chamber of commerce questioning him, he, as the president, wouldn't be able to withstand it!

With that thought, he waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about this. I told you, I have some acquaintance with him. I will definitely make him come back. Rest assured!"

"Let's hope so."

Since Mao Lin had said so, the members of the chamber of commerce could only choose to believe him for the time being, and the meeting adjourned.

Pingjiang City, behind Mufu Mountain.

On the outermost peak, there was a courtyard. Next to the courtyard, a hundred-zhang waterfall condensed its force into a clear, bottomless pool. Wisps of mist rose from the pool, and there was another garden.

On a jade platform, a woman in white played a zither, her melody weaving through the air, attracting birds and flowers, like a fairyland.

"Miss, Miss, great news."

Just then, a maidservant ran over, her face full of surprise.

"Maomao, didn't I tell you not to be so hasty when doing things?" The woman in white looked at the rushing maidservant with a mock scolding tone.

"Miss, he's released a new book." Maomao waved her arms, holding a book and shouting.

"He?"

"The author of Dream of the Red Chamber?"

The woman in white heard this and quickly got up to greet Maomao. "Quick, Maomao, let me see."

"Hmph, Miss, you say I'm hasty, but aren't you even more eager than me?" Maomao pouted her small red lips coquettishly.

"You dare talk back? Quick, prepare a seat and some tea for me. And don't disturb me unless it's important," the woman in white quickly instructed the maidservant Maomao.

With a cup of tea and a seat, the woman in white picked up the book and spent the entire day reading, from morning until evening.

By now, she had already finished it.

Yet, she held the book, lost in thought, her eyes vacant, as if she hadn't emerged from the love story of Supreme Treasure and his beloved.

"If I had one more chance to start over, I would tell you, 'I love you.' If a time limit had to be added, I hope it would be ten thousand years..."

"Sentences like these..."

"What kind of person could possibly write them?" the woman in white murmured softly.

Seeing this, Maomao puffed out her lips and said, "Miss, you're like this again. Last time, Dream of the Red Chamber made you forget to eat and sleep. This time, you've even become dazed-eyed."

"You little imp, you dare talk back again." The woman in white chided lightly, carefully cradling Supreme Treasure in her hands. Her red lips moved slightly as she said, "One Dream of the Red Chamber, one Supreme Treasure. Maomao, tell me, this gentleman must be a very gentle person, right? What do you think he looks like?"

As she spoke, her bright eyes sparkled, and her face became full of longing.

"I don't know either."

Maomao shook her head in distress.

"Sigh!"

A soft sigh filled with melancholy.

Knock, knock, knock!

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Hm?"

The woman in white frowned.

Maomao was also confused, this place they were in, no one had ever come here before