"Brother Mingyun, Brother Mingyun, don't hide from me. I know you are inside, so I promise I'm not here to urge the manuscript..."

In front of the Duke's Mansion, the little fat man Wangcai frowned. He shouted, but the gate of the Duke's Mansion seemed to be sealed and had no intention of opening it.

He was really panicked now.

It’s not that Zhao Xun was afraid that he would run away by urging the manuscript.

This is not the case. You can make a fortune by writing articles. Looking at the world is a top-notch good thing. There is no chance for others to get on the pole and get on. Zhao Xun won’t be in a blessing, right?

Besides, even if Zhao Xun wants to hide, can he hide for a while, can he hide for a lifetime?

The two of them are working together as bad people, and sooner or later they will meet.

Unless Zhao Xun doesn't even want to do bad people.

Kewangcai thinks this possibility is not high.

Just as he was thinking secretly, the gate of the Duke's Mansion slowly opened, and Zhao Xun walked out and looked at the little fat man in front of him with a joking gesture.

"Why, they are collecting debts, you are urging the manuscript. Just urging the manuscript, and you also said that I am not here to urging the manuscript. I have never seen anyone as rude as you in my life."

Wangcai laughed and said, "I don't say that. Brother Mingyun, you may not be willing to come out to see me. That's right. Now "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is very good. We can't be rich and not make money. In my opinion, it's better. Brother Mingyun, you will suffer a little and update more. As long as we update faster than pirated printing, readers will definitely give priority to buying books published in our bookstore."

Wangcai's words are actually reasonable, and Zhao Xun really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Moreover, he and Wangcai adopted the model of cooperating and sharing accounts.

As long as Wangcai makes more money, he can also share more.

No matter from any perspective, he has to speed up the update.

but...

"You are lucky, I have a saying for you, don't know whether you should say it or not."

Wangcai heard Zhao Xun say this and felt a sense of injustice in his heart.

"Then there is no need to talk about it."

He swallowed and said, "Brother Mingyun, only those who endure hardships will be the best. Isn't this what you often tell us? I know you have difficulties here, but "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is so popular now. If we don't take this opportunity to update more money, we will definitely regret it in the future. You can raise any difficulties you have, and I will definitely be satisfied."

Ah this!

Zhao Xun is actually unable to do anything.

I have to play with the girl, practice Canglang sword technique, and write books.

This requires multiple clones to achieve.

Furthermore, in a few days, the banquet of the governors of the capital will be held, which is a top priority.

Zhao Xun felt that compared with this, writing books could be arranged in the back row.

But Zhao Xun could not tell Wangcai this way, because this reason sounds unconvincing.

After thinking about it, Zhao Xun sighed and said, "It's true that I can always see ghosts when I was writing "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". After a while, I was so scared that I didn't dare to write again."

"What... Brother Mingyun, did you see a ghost when you wrote a book?"

Wangcai subconsciously took a step back, and a look of horror appeared on his fat face.

"Yes, at the beginning I thought I had hallucinations, but after rubbing my eyes, I found that I could see more clearly..."

In order to achieve the best effect, Zhao Xun described with emotion: "There are evil ghosts with green faces and fangs, hanged ghosts with two feet long tongues, and female ghosts who specialize in seducing people's souls..."

Wangcai was already timid, but when Zhao Xun was frightened, his heart was pounding, and he felt dizzy and almost fell down.

Seeing this, Zhao Xun quickly helped him up: "Wangcai, do you know how these ghosts appeared?"

"Ah? How did they appear?"

Wangcai had completely lost his mind at this moment and asked timidly following Zhao Xun's words.

"They came out of the book!"

Zhao Xun said firmly: "I'm sure they came out of the manuscript of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" written by me. Nie Xiaoqian, painted skins, weaving, fox demon..."

Zhao Xun lowered his voice and said, "Guess what they said to me?"

"Say...what did they say?"

"They said that they should not write too many ghost stories in a short period of time, otherwise the manuscript may exceed the carrying limit. Now they are only briefly walking out of the manuscript, and they have to go back as soon as the time comes. But once the upper limit is exceeded, they can no longer stay in the manuscript, but must walk out of the manuscript to find food..."

Hiss, when he heard this, the little fat man Wangcai gasped.

"How could this happen? Could it be that Brother Mingyun has updated too quickly recently..."

"Yes, I've been thinking about it for this reason."

This is a world of practitioners, and the strange powers and chaos of gods are not unacceptable.

Besides, Wangcai is still a bad person and is used to strange things.

At this moment, Zhao Xun said that he saw the ghost walking out of the manuscript, and Wangcai had no doubts at all.

"You also know how powerful these ghosts in the stories I wrote. If they really get angry and do whatever they want, it will not be a good thing for the people of Chang'an City."

Zhao Xun took advantage of the situation and induced the truth.

"Then, then this..."

He believed in his faith, but he still felt that it was difficult to choose for a while.

If the update speed is slowed down, the ghost may not come out of the manuscript, but in this way, the money will be less.

Although Wangcai is timid, he is a person who regards wealth as his fate.

This is too difficult to make a decision.

"It's better to do this. Let's slow down the next few days, and I'll update it in a few days. Anyway, there will be no shortage of articles."

Seeing that Wangcai began to shake, Zhao Xun hurriedly stepped forward and added.

"It seems that this is the only way to go now."

Although I felt a little painful, Wangcai felt that it would be better to slow down and update it for the time being than to release ghosts and monsters from the manuscript of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

"I won't talk about this anymore. Will the banquet of the governors of the capital be ready in a few days?"

Zhao Xun suddenly changed his mind.

"Oh, Brother Mingyun, in the past few days when you are away, Lord Feng has ordered the brothers in the yamen to gather together and follow the major yamen of the Jinwu Guard, Shenwu Army, Longwu Army, and Wucheng Military and Masji to cooperate with the drill. There should be no major problems."

"That's good. This matter is the top priority in Chang'an City recently and is also the most important thing that the court attaches great importance to. We must not make any mistakes."

"Brother Mingyun, don't worry. This is under the feet of the emperor, and there are so many imperial guards. Who dares to take the blame for the world and cause trouble at such a time?"

Wangcai was very relieved about this matter.

"Well, I will return to the bad guys' yamen tomorrow morning, so I can cooperate with you to practice the details."

Returning to life during this period has greatly adjusted Zhao Xun, which can be regarded as charging.

He also couldn't wait to return to the working life state.

"Okay, Brother Jia said that Brother Yun would be so happy that he would be so happy that he couldn't stop coming back."

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Chapter completed!