The novel has already set the stage here. This Grace Foster can be considered the first little brother I’ve received in this world, so the beginning shouldn’t pose too many problems. Now, the most important issue is funding.

Money isn’t everything, but without money, nothing gets done.

Not to mention, even if I start writing ""Battle Through the Heavens"" right now and upload it directly to the website, it’ll take at least a month and a half before it goes on sale. This is something David Clark calculated carefully after checking—on this world’s Fengyun Chinese Web, the free word count for each novel is basically the same as Qidian in my previous life, around 250,000 to 300,000 words. That means you basically can’t make any money from this portion. At a rate of ten yuan per thousand words, that’s a hard investment of three thousand yuan, which can’t be saved no matter what. Plus, there’s my daily living expenses...

Startup capital is necessary. David Clark checked his bank card on his phone, and sure enough, just as he expected, the funds in the card were exactly the same as before he transmigrated: 2,154.86 yuan.

Two thousand yuan is at most enough for him to eat some boxed meals and pay Grace Foster a bit of manuscript fee—anything more is simply not enough.

Ask his family for money? David Clark shook his head—he’s been reborn, and if he’s still mooching off his parents, he’d look down on himself.

So the most urgent task now is to find a job first.

First, having a job will put his dad at ease and save him from worrying all the time. Second, with a salary, he can get through these two months of the startup period smoothly, so he won’t be like a clever housewife with no rice to cook. Third, he’s got nothing else to do anyway, and he doesn’t even have to write the book himself...

“Given my current needs,” David Clark thought carefully, “since it’s just a transitional period, I don’t need a glamorous job or a high salary. The key is two things.”

First, the workload can’t be too heavy, because he needs to frequently explain the plot to Grace Foster. Second, the working hours can’t be too long—working until eight or nine at night every day is definitely out.

So, according to these requirements, the most suitable positions for him are probably: odd jobs, cleaning, part-time work, typist...

Now that he has a general goal, finding a job shouldn’t be too difficult.

But as soon as he arrived at the job market, David Clark realized he’d still underestimated things...

Looking at the surging crowd, David Clark gulped hard—seems like the population of the Celestial Empire in this world hasn’t changed much. Just looking at the long lines at each recruitment window is enough to make many people shrink back.

“Come on, what’s there to be afraid of with so many people? I’m invincible today!” David Clark plunged right in.

It was already eleven in the morning, the busiest time. Everywhere he looked, there were people—a dense crowd that gave him goosebumps, all clustered in front of company billboards, critiquing and discussing.

Unlike most people here, who are hoping to find a decent job and make their families proud, David Clark wandered around the corners and edges, since jobs suitable for him are more likely to show up in those places.

Good luck really is different—after just half a lap, he found a position that suited him perfectly.

Tianyi Network Technology Company was hiring a game planning assistant, monthly salary 2,200 yuan, working hours 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., with a one-hour lunch break, six working days a week.

The job was so-so, and the salary was pitifully low for Shanghai, so it’s no wonder no one was interested.

But for me, it’s just right. Go for it!

David Clark hurried forward. “Hello, has your company filled the game planning assistant position yet?”

The company’s HR manager was a fat man. He glanced at David Clark casually and grunted, “Not yet. Did you bring your resume?”

“Well...” David Clark had left in a hurry, so how could he have brought that? But no problem, I’m lucky today! David Clark scratched his head and said a bit sheepishly, “Sorry, I left in a rush and forgot my resume.”

The fat manager grunted, “Oh, then do you have any relevant work experience? Which school did you graduate from?”

“Graduated from Shanghai Institute of Technology. As for work experience...” David Clark thought for a moment. “Does being a typist count?”

“Barely.” The fat man yawned long and was about to ask more questions when suddenly a rather ordinary-looking young man squeezed over and said with a smile, “Mr. Harris, long time no see.”

Hearing this greeting, the previously listless Mr. Harris immediately brightened up when he saw the young man, and said with a smile, “Hey, isn’t this the great Brian Miller? What brings you here?”

Hearing this title, David Clark immediately became curious. The great Brian Miller? An online novelist?

Wait, what happened to my good luck? This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!

Shouldn’t I have come to apply and had this fat guy immediately bow down to me?

The great Brian Miller pulled up a chair and sat down next to Mr. Harris, saying, “I’m preparing a new book lately, so I came out to get some fresh air and look for inspiration.”

“No wonder.” Mr. Harris simply ignored David Clark and started chatting with Brian Miller, saying, “You definitely need to find inspiration—writing can’t be rushed. Have you decided on the genre and title yet?”