Great Wilderness City, headquarters of the Great Wilderness Newspaper.
Hong put down his pen.
"Still can't get started!"
He looked at the blank manuscript paper in front of him, feeling as if his head was swollen like it had been slapped by a Great Earth Bear, yet it also felt empty, as if there was nothing inside.
In short, he couldn't write anything, yet his mind was racing and making him dizzy.
"Editor-in-chief, how many days have you worked on this? Why not stop writing science fiction?" A young man from the Fox Race laughed: "Lin Ke's mind is something we can't really compare to!"
"Indeed."
Hong nodded, and couldn't help but reminisce about the past: "Back then, as an ordinary person, I came for an interview, and Master Lin Ke immediately selected me. Thinking back, it feels like a dream."
At that time, Lin Ke had just formed the newspaper and recruited a group of writers, with Hong being one of them.
