"He knows that maybe this time he can write such a story; after all, this is what he does."
"Let’s briefly switch perspectives."
"The biggest tycoon in Jicheng, the owner of the Sanqiu Group, has also realized that the world is about to undergo major changes. As one of the richest people in the world, he certainly knows more secrets than ordinary people."
"For some unknown reason, the owner of the Sanqiu Group gave the financial control to someone named An Zhenqi, which should be the least favored descendant of the An Family. Oh, An Zhenqi’s original name was not An Zhenqi; it was temporarily changed before the Miracle Mansion project started."
Suddenly hearing the names of real-life figures, Yin Junchi instantly became alert, though he was already very excited.
Wen Xishu actually did some research, using twenty-five action points to search the house not long ago and learned a bit.
"An Zhenqi is a wastrel from the An Family, who is extravagant and greedy by nature. But the owner of the Sanqiu Group, that top tycoon who is scarier than the president, still gave An Zhenqi a huge sum of money to launch the Miracle Mansion project."
"With terrifying financial support, the Miracle Mansion was built at an unimaginable speed in a short time and aggressively marketed. Sanqiu Group’s phones are selling well, and many people in Jicheng use them. Plus, the entire nation is full of Sanqiu Group’s industries..."
"So everything went very smoothly, and soon, countless people knew about An Zhenqi’s project. An Zhenqi was the first to move in. He lives in Miracle Mansion 42-7."
"His identity is different from all the other residents, so the 42nd floor is the most special; this floor requires an access card to enter."
"I think the writer, after moving in, also wants to go to the 42nd floor, right?"
Wen Xishu’s eyes were fixed on Yin Junchi, and Yin Junchi had already realized that this story is based on reality.
This setting is not uncommon, but if all the character names and place names are real, then the sense of immersion comes immediately.
The writer... could it be me?
He couldn’t help but think.
Wen Xishu’s story continued:
"Soon, everyone discovered that An Zhenqi, who moved into this building, completely changed his personality. In the past, An Zhenqi was also extravagant and wasteful, but the more he squandered, the more he demanded."
"But now An Zhenqi has started engaging in philanthropy. The difference between extravagance and charity is that one is for oneself, and the other is for others. As the nominal owner of this building, he only charges extremely low rent to select certain people."
"This place quickly filled with numerous residents, but the big tycoon behind An Zhenqi noticed that these people were not the ones he was looking for. These people lacked distinct features; they were like the most ordinary NPCs."
"He still needs seven key individuals, seven people with distinct traits. An Zhenqi himself was among them. So, what does the big tycoon plan to do with these seven people?"
"Let me keep you in suspense for now, because next, our writer will make his appearance again."
"The writer posted a thread asking if there was a small dark room that could stimulate creativity. As a result, the writer was shocked to receive an official invitation from the Sanqiu Group."
"Yes, he is a best-selling author, but he deeply understands that although novels are the source of stories, in the entire entertainment industry, novels can only be considered the leftovers."
"Those celebrities can earn more from filming a TV series or a movie than he can in a lifetime. But these celebrities are just toilets and toys for the high-level executives of the Sanqiu Group."
"So he was overwhelmed and came to the Miracle Mansion. At the start, he saw seven rows of sofas."
"He wondered if these sofas had some significance related to the seven sins."
"The first row of sofas was printed with an image of a female star from Jicheng named He Lina, with dreamy eyes, lying down and drinking coffee, symbolizing lust."
"The second row printed the dishes on the dining table of a Michelin restaurant in Jicheng, symbolizing gluttony."
"The third row was printed with the portrait of the building’s owner, An Zhenqi, also one of Jicheng’s most famous tycoons, symbolizing greed."
"The fourth row printed a corner of Jicheng’s largest amusement park, whose logo is a chubby smiling face. It’s a place for people to rest, symbolizing sloth."
"The fifth row printed a photo of Jicheng’s president, radiant during the election, symbolizing pride."
"The sixth row printed the map of the neighboring country Longxia, which possesses many things that the people of Jicheng desire but don’t have, symbolizing envy."
"The seventh row printed a photo of Jicheng’s football star Sun Xingming scoring an angry goal during the World Cup group stage. At that time, he was always doubted for only scoring in the club but not in the national team, so he angrily scored, symbolizing wrath."
Yin Junchi actually hadn’t noticed these...
But now he found that it made some damn sense. He felt a bit scared.
While he’s written stories inspired by reality before, he hasn’t actually experienced them.
Wen Xishu smiled and said:
"I’ll give a small spoiler. The ending of this story involves seven deaths..."
"Do you think the writer will survive?"
Yin Junchi was stunned.