Shopkeeper Feng suggested, "It's best to find someone who is young and lives a solitary life, staying at home and rarely going out. Such people don't have much of a social circle and are full of energy. Arrange food and lodging for him, and he can write all night long. When you have free time, take good care of his physical and mental well-being, buy him some cheap candy and the cheapest drinks, and build a good relationship with him. He will be so grateful that he will work like a horse for you to write articles."

Of course, there is another reason why neither of them went on to elaborate.

In the unlikely event that this person falls seriously ill, no family member will come to cause trouble or demand compensation. They can simply be wrapped up in a tattered mat somewhere, and even if they are buried in a mass grave, no one will bother to ask about them.

End of the You hour (5-7 PM).

Manager Han, carrying wine and accompanied by his staff, quietly made his way to Qingyunlou's home.

At the corner, Manager Feng, carrying wine and snacks, walked quietly down the alley with his assistant.

It was dusk.

The horizon was painted with red and yellow sunset clouds.

A gentle breeze blows, bringing with it a slight heat wave.

Their eyes met.

A wordless silence.

a long time.

Pointing to the sunset on the horizon, Manager Feng said with difficulty, "Judging from the sky, it might rain tomorrow?"

Shopkeeper Han: "Mmm-hmm."

At home in Qingyun Tower.

Qingyunlou looked at the two people who came in and understood.

He instructed his page to serve tea to the two of them.

Shopkeeper Han said enthusiastically, "Mr. Qingyun, your book written by the Third Miss is truly excellent. I wonder if you have any ideas about cooperating with Qingping Bookstore?"

Shopkeeper Feng also said enthusiastically, "Mr. Qingyun, I read every single issue of your storybooks. Dingfeng Bookstore is also quite good. Moreover, if you cooperate with my family, you will become the number one storybook writer."

Qingyunlou felt wonderful.

It seems that both Uncle Fu and others have seen the potential in my storybook.

With a calm expression, he chuckled lightly, "To be honest, Uncle Fu pays me 100 or so coins per thousand words. I recently spoke to him about whether he could raise it to 150 coins, but he refused. I wonder how much you two are planning to offer?"

A long silence followed.

Manager Han calmly said, "As far as I know, Uncle Fu treats every storyteller as fifty coins, regardless of how many words they write each day, as long as they come to the bookstore. According to this calculation, one hundred coins is already a pretty good treatment."

To put it another way, sorry, my family is the same way.

Shopkeeper Feng: "Mr. Qingyun, how about this? I'll give you 120 cash, and you can write books at the study for 60 cash a day. Is that alright?"

Manager Han cursed under his breath.

Hey kid, wake up!

Qingyunlou arrogantly replied, "One hundred and fifty coins, please return."

"You two are aware of the sales of my storybooks in the bookstore, right? They're doing quite well, aren't they?"

His lips curled up, clearly he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Manager Han was completely bewildered. Perhaps the news hadn't even reached them yet, or was this person just too confident?

Shopkeeper Feng looked pitiful and said earnestly, "Mr. Qingyun, is it possible that the top seller isn't Miss San, but Qiannv?"

Qingyunlou seemed to have heard something amusing.

"impossible!"

Shopkeeper Han took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"This is the latest sales data for storybooks from the bookstore."

Qingyunlou's breathing quickened, and he stared intently, his eyes fixed on the scene.

First place – A Chinese Ghost Story, 95 volumes.

Second place – "The Third Miss's Qin", 37 volumes.