Hesitated for a moment.

He continued, "Brother Chen, I know that A Chinese Ghost Story is a very good work, but recently you may hear some so-called scholars saying that you are ignorant. Brother Chen, you don't need to take it to heart."

He smiled mysteriously.

"You can focus on your work, so that my brother knows that the owner of our study is surnamed Su."

Chen Xian was puzzled.

"?"

Uncle Fu smiled calmly: "The magistrate of Lushang County is also surnamed Su."

Goodness.

Chen Xian was taken aback; it turned out this was a powerful figure.

"I know that A Chinese Ghost Story does contain a lot of erotic scenes, but storybooks originate from the common people. If you don't write about scenes that the public likes, it seems lifeless. To put it simply, it's pretentious and hypocritical. But if it's too straightforward, it will become an obscene and erotic storybook, and it will lose its purpose of being suitable for all ages. So it must be artistically processed and have subtle hints to give readers a knowing smile."

"The more they want to see something, the more I'll show them a little bit, to arouse their desires."

Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly.

As expected of a top writer who captures the essence of young people.

The words he spoke were of high quality.

"This is thought-provoking!"

"It's alright."

"Wishing you booming business."

The two are commercially sought after.

Chen Xian understood what Uncle Fu meant.

Simply put, it's about giving Chen Xian a heads-up in advance.

Some intellectuals might slander you.

Chen Xian didn't care at all.

He didn't take the jealous guy seriously at all.

Chen Xian said calmly, "Please keep this a secret, Brother Fu, and don't reveal my information to anyone."

Uncle Fu nodded.

Chen Xian nodded.

"Let them curse. They can curse the beautiful woman and the author of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. What does it have to do with me, Chen Xian?"

Uncle Fu laughed heartily.

"My brother's level is much higher than theirs."

After Chen Xian left.

The more Sui and Feng thought about it, the more uneasy they felt.

Coarse cloth clothing.

I heard that the guy was fired because he looked down on a farmer who only knew coarse cloth, and the manager sent him back to his hometown.

The two of them rushed to the guest room like stray dogs.

He asked anxiously, "Uncle Fu, has Mr. Liaozhai visited?"

Uncle Fu calmly said, "There's no 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' writer here, just a few relatives from the countryside."

Sui Feng shook his head: "I don't believe it."

Missing the chance to meet my idol is like a fleeting dream, alas: "I really wanted to witness your charisma."

Shui Yunjian said helplessly, "Sir, your demeanor is truly something I have long admired."

Seeing that the two seemed to be possessed, Uncle Fu comforted them, saying, "Mr. Liaozhai is easygoing. He said he doesn't like being disturbed and just wants to live a peaceful life. If fate allows, there will definitely be an opportunity."

Sui Fengsan said helplessly, "Alright, my heart feels like it's being torn apart. Brother Shui, let's go to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion in town tonight for a drink to dispel our worries. It's on me."

Shui Yunjian said calmly, "I'm different from you. I'm going to find inspiration."

Sui Fengsan sneered, "Fine, you're the gentleman who's all about integrity, so you can pay for it yourself."

Shuiyunjian: "Hey, hey, hey, why are you so easily amused?"