December 24, the day before Christmas.
The streets of New York were bustling with people making their final purchases for the upcoming holiday.
And the shops on either side of the streets were all playing classic Christmas songs,
hoping to reach new sales heights on this day.
In a sense, as a salesperson, Wang Jian was seated in his office, working hard to update "Extreme Heavenly Demon."
After all, on this day, the wallets of paying readers were full.
Wang Jian compared the original in his mind while painfully rubbing his brow.
By his reading standards, the current original had actually collapsed.
He looked at the completely altered "Extreme Heavenly Demon" and muttered to himself, "Greece, Northern Europe, India, Egypt... all done."
The word count now displayed on the page was 1.7 million.
"Sigh, forget it. I'll water down the final copy and then just conclude it."
Wang Jian picked up the outline and looked at the last copy.
