Batulu sent a large batch of pictures and website links.
All were reviews of Zhi Jun's first batch of novels.
The most authoritative literary scoring platform in the galaxy was called "Ax Gang."
At first glance, it sounded like a criminal organization, but it actually originated from Kafka's quote, "A book must be an ax that splits the frozen sea within our hearts." All newly published novels and poems appeared on the Ax Gang platform for readers to score.
With a perfect score of ten, Zhi Jun's first two novels received 9.8 and 9.6 points respectively.
They crushed the competition!
Because "Literary Cannon" had a large number of subscribers, a lot of comments appeared within a few hours.
"The author is Zhi Jun? I remember a Zhi Jun in the music scene who just broke out. Could it be the same person? Is this a company?"
"Amazing talent. I spent over an hour searching the library and confirmed that this pen name has been used for the first time. If a newcomer can write such good short stories, it's truly terrifying."
"More works from Zhi Jun, please. I've read these two over and over again, and I'm really tired of them."
"The writing is very ordinary, only surpassing 99% of the works from the same period."
"I suspect it's a new alias created by some big shot. I absolutely don't believe a newcomer can write to this extent."
"Awesome, another new star has emerged in the literary world. Let's have a bloody battle!"
"As a novelist, I only feel uneasy. If there were more newcomers like this, I'd have to go find manual labor."
Jiang Ye was very satisfied. The response was as good as he expected, even better.
He messaged Batulu to proceed as planned.
Putting down his phone, he turned to look at Cen Yemeng.
She was still lying in the same position, looking unhappy at being ignored, staring at Jiang Ye.
"It's not that I'm easily distracted..." Jiang Ye said with difficulty, "First, I'm tied up with work, and second, Senlin is still at home. What if Senlin comes up later and sees us? Wouldn't that leave him with childhood trauma?"
"Excuses!" Cen Yemeng said sadly, "Can't work be postponed a little? Senlin can be sent to Aunt Isabella's to play for a day!"
Jiang Ye was stunned, then his eyes lit up like light bulbs, "Yes! Why didn't I think of that!"
...
Half an hour later.
Isabella was doing yoga in her living room with a face mask on. The TV was playing a tutorial, and the music was soothing.
"Knock knock knock!" The door suddenly sounded.
"Who is it?" Isabella was startled.
"Me!" Cen Yemeng's voice.
Isabella got up and opened the door. Jiang Ye and Cen Yemeng stood at the door, smiling.
"Oh, why are you here? Please come in!" Isabella said.
"We won't come in. We're bringing Senlin to play with you for a day and will pick him up tomorrow morning," Cen Yemeng said. "Are you busy?"
"Not busy, not busy, just leave him with me. Do you have something to do?" Isabella looked down and saw the short Jiang Senlin standing shyly by his mother's leg.
"We have something... we want to have some alone time," Cen Yemeng said sheepishly.
"Oh! I understand, I understand. Don't worry, Senlin plays well with me," Isabella realized.
She squatted down and extended her hand to Jiang Senlin, "Come, let Auntie hug you!"
Jiang Senlin stared at Isabella, trembled for a moment, and then suddenly burst into tears.
The adults were all flustered and at a loss, not knowing why the child was crying so suddenly. Jiang Senlin had already passed the stage of crying for no reason.
Jiang Ye reacted first, "The face mask!"
Isabella was stunned and pulled the face mask off her face.
Jiang Senlin immediately stopped crying, blinked for a few seconds, "Auntie!"
"Hey! Good boy, Senlin!" Isabella picked him up and looked at Cen Yemeng strangely, "Why doesn't he recognize the face mask? Don't you use face masks at home?"
Cen Yemeng shook her head, "Not really..."
"Oh, I'm so jealous! You don't use face masks, and your skin is still so delicate. Is this natural beauty? It's infuriating!" Isabella sighed. "Alright, you go ahead and be busy. I'll play with Senlin."
"I'm counting on you," Cen Yemeng said apologetically.
Jiang Ye just smiled.
Closing the door, the young couple left.
Isabella switched the TV to cartoons and placed Jiang Senlin on the yoga mat.
"Auntie is going to do yoga, will you watch cartoons here?" Isabella asked.
"Auntie, what are my mom and dad doing?" Jiang Senlin asked softly.
"Maybe..." Isabella blinked, "Your mom is going to eat your dad?"
"Mom... eat dad..." Jiang Senlin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears.
Isabella, who had just struck her first pose, was startled and quickly held him in her arms to comfort him, "Don't cry, don't cry! I was just kidding! They went on a business trip!"
...
For several consecutive days, Jiang Ye would wake up in the morning and receive messages from Batulu.
The popularity of Zhi Jun's novels continued to soar, and in some planets with strong literary traditions, they even trended on hot searches.
Many reporters also wrote letters, wanting to interview the author.
Jiang Ye's attitude was to welcome them all, letting the reporters come and report, increasing the visibility of Jiang Ye Planet on alien planets, which might make attracting immigrants smoother in the future.
When people wanted to immigrate to an alien planet, faced with a planet they had never heard of and one they had seen in the news, the choice was certainly different.
For a full week, a large number of alien flights landed at Jiang Ye Planet's space station. The reporters were like a vast migration of birds, entering and exiting the Zhi Jun Literature Laboratory like a large group of tourists.
After all, there were many inhabited planets these days, many regions on each planet, and many newspapers and television stations in each region, so a large number of reporters was not strange.
Batulu's consulting team was also not idle. They quickly established the Zhi Jun Literature Group, with over a dozen companies under its umbrella, responsible for manuscripts, comic adaptations, film and television companies, game companies, and merchandise companies, among others.
Jiang Ye was the boss of all the companies, of course, with all the profits belonging to him, and others doing the work, a true hands-off manager.
Tian Rao came to get a piece of the pie, investing in the Zhi Jun Literature Merchandise Company.
The price of her investment was two roasted geese. She brought the roasted geese to Jiang Ye's house during dinner and took over a lot of power in the merchandise company with just one meal.
She had her own considerations for targeting the merchandise company.
As Zhi Jun's novels increased and became more popular in the future, a large number of classic IPs would surely emerge, and she could take the opportunity to launch fashion lines in collaboration with the novels, thereby entering the alien fashion market.
The company had just been established and was extremely short-staffed.
Batulu personally led a team to fly to alien planets to recruit suitable candidates.
Feng Zhi Shuang also conducted recruitment on the home planet.
Tian Rao seconded a small number of her subordinates.
Jiang Ye's related work was incredibly simple, only requiring him to browse the submitted candidate lists on his phone or desk and click to approve. He was too lazy to review and interview each one, leaving it all to his subordinates.
In less than a month, the Zhi Jun Literature Group had 3,870 employees of various types and was operating in a proper manner.
Zhi Jun Literature City had also been built, adjacent to Zhi Jun Music City on two separate continents.
These two Zhi Jun Cities would have many overlapping businesses in the future, so Jiang Ye placed them next to each other for convenient transportation.
It cost a total of forty billion.
Half of the money given by his father-in-law had been spent or planned to be spent, and more than half had been squandered.