The young girl, a little dazed, boarded his pirate ship, then was taken by him to a French restaurant, where, accompanied by violin music, she enjoyed a candlelit dinner. Afterwards, she was sent to Cambridge, and amid the envious exclamations of her classmates, she stepped out of the carriage, blushing, and was surrounded by a group of girls as she returned to her dormitory. It was likely she would have a hard time sleeping that night.

Over the following month, Boss Young's business could truly be described as advancing by leaps and bounds, raking in huge profits every day—truly raking in huge profits. If his daily income were converted to gold, it would definitely be more than a dou. Especially with aluminum alloy jewelry, which had already begun to spread rapidly across European countries. Jinyuan, or JY Company as it was commonly called in European newspapers, had quickly transformed from a retailer into a wholesaler.

As for Boss Young himself, he rode every day in his fairytale-like aluminum alloy carriage, parading through the streets, shuttling between Jinyuan and Cambridge. It was rumored that he had fallen in love, madly infatuated with a Swedish female student. Of course, what people didn’t know was that what the two of them were working on together was not romance.

“No, Lucas, this really won’t do. You’re not capturing the style I want at all. Even though it’s pretty funny that he wears his vest on the outside, you still can’t draw him like a clown!” Franklin Young was very dissatisfied with Lucas Lynn’s morning’s work.

Lucas Lynn looked at him blankly.

“You’re a girl. When the night is deep and you’re dreaming, don’t you ever fantasize about a handsome, tall, chivalrous hero holding you in his arms?” Franklin Young coaxed gently.

Lucas Lynn blushed and shook her head.

“All right, it seems superheroes aren’t for you. Let’s try a different style—maybe the big-eyed Japanese manga look would suit you better.” Franklin Young gave up, rather helplessly, on forcing Superman on her.

Lucas Lynn looked even more confused. She didn’t even know what Franklin Young was talking about.

“Ah, I’ve got it! The Rose of Versailles! That should work, and there’s no need to worry about the background!” Boss Young quickly found something suitable for her. And indeed, when Franklin Young presented the character designs and story outline of The Rose of Versailles to Lucas Lynn the next day, the eighteen-year-old girl was instantly captivated.

“Your task is to complete this comic. I’ll get it published for you. Of course, if you feel you can’t handle it alone, you can find a few like-minded female classmates and form a studio to work on it together.” Franklin Young said, resting his hand on her shoulder. He emphasized the words “female classmates” very heavily—he definitely didn’t want to invite trouble.

Lucas Lynn nodded solemnly, then, full of ambition, took a pile of sketches to find people to form a studio.

He certainly couldn’t pass up such a lucrative business as copying books and comics. After all, he had plenty of material on his computer. Whether it was useful or not, he’d just give it a try. Besides, using this as a way to attract girls was also a good idea. And if he could launch a real comic artist as a flagship figure, it would be very beneficial for his future business development.

Franklin Young’s book-copying business was very simple to operate: register a publishing house—still the old routine, People’s Publishing House—then publish a newspaper, also the old routine, called Ming Daily. First, hire a few reporters to casually write some news articles; the main event was still serialized novels. Of course, this time he couldn’t serialize Murder on the Nile. After searching around, he decided to let our respected wild man friend swing through the African jungle twenty years ahead of schedule. After all, the story was set in 1888, so releasing it now wasn’t a big deal.

So, after taking care of the formalities, People’s Publishing House, armed with The Lord of the Rings, Ming Daily, Tarzan of the Apes, and the in-progress Rose of Versailles, made its grand debut. Of course, that was just a figure of speech—in reality, it debuted quietly and unnoticed. But that wasn’t a problem; time would take care of it. Boss Young was full of confidence.

All this running around left him utterly exhausted. Fortunately, his family’s governess, Alice, was a great secretary, and her late father had also worked in publishing, so she’d been exposed to it from a young age and actually understood the business even better than Franklin Young.

“All right! Alice, thank you so much for your help these days. I wonder if you’d be interested in being the general manager of People’s Publishing House? Your salary will be doubled, and you’ll get five percent of the annual profits as your bonus.” Franklin Young said to her with great satisfaction.

“Mr. Young, do you really want a woman to be the general manager of a publishing house?” Alice said in disbelief. After all, in this era, there was no such thing as gender equality. Women might be favored in social situations, but when it came to work, forget it! Of course, the emaciated female textile workers in the factories of the East End were another matter.

“Alice, in a sense, I’m a feminist. In my view, women have never been men’s appendages. The rights men enjoy, women should enjoy equally. In this respect, we are completely equal. I can be a company manager, and so can you.” Franklin Young said with deep feeling.

Alice’s face flushed with excitement.

“Mr. Young, don’t worry, I will definitely manage People’s Publishing House well.” she said firmly.