Xiaoqing accepted the fact that she was about to be married without any 'struggle'. Perhaps she just didn't have the concept in her mind, but it wasn't a big problem. She was more interested in the small restaurant that Xu Qian was about to open.

"When does it open? Where does it open? Do I need to help? And also—"

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not 'unemployed' yet!"

Xiaoqing blinked at him, looking completely innocent.

Xu Qian coughed twice and said, "As for the place, I want to go back to Chang'ai Mountain."

"Oh, there." Xiaoqing thought for a while before coming to her senses. As a demon, Xiaoqing didn't really like going to places that were too cold, but if Xu Qian insisted, it wasn't impossible. After all, the meal ticket was the most important thing!

“Xiao Meng’s hometown is under development recently, so buying a piece of land in the town shouldn’t be a problem.” Yes, it’s about buying land. Xu Qian has already inquired about it. Land in that town isn’t expensive. With his current assets, buying a piece of land to build a small restaurant is a piece of cake.

"Okay!" Xiaoqing said, clutching her tummy, looking pitiful. "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"..." Xu Qian looked at her and sighed, "There are still beef dumplings in the refrigerator, I'll go cook some."

"Fifty, no, eighty!"

“…Okay, eighty.” Xu Qian began to feel depressed. He always felt that Xiao Qing, this bottomless pit, would eat him out of house and home.

Meng Ziqiu took over the land purchase. He has been running back and forth between Sansui and Changaishan these past few days. It seems that he has been like this ever since he returned from Fifth Master's funeral. Perhaps it is because he is getting older that he is paying more and more attention to his family.

Speaking of this, Xu Qian recalled his other source of income—pharmaceutical manufacturing.

This is probably the least noticed of all his skills. Apart from dispensing medicine on a regular schedule, he mostly acts as a hands-off manager. If someone hadn't offered to help him manage it, who knows how chaotic it would be now.

Of course, it's a bit unnecessary to think about these things now; we still need to deal with the scripts we have on hand first.

Tomorrow is Xu Qian's first scene in "Shaolin Temple," and he needs to get to the set early to put on a wig, since he's playing a monk and needs to be bald.

...

Meanwhile, Qin You was having a very comfortable time at school.

He's been writing a novel lately, or rather, he's been getting Fang Zhe involved in writing it with him. It was a very ordinary afternoon when Fang Zhe mysteriously told Qin You that he was going to make a lot of money. Upon inquiry, Qin You learned that Fang Zhe's novel, which he was writing online, had been signed by a website.

The website Fang Zhe was signed to is called Dianping, which is considered a top-tier novel website in China, especially famous for its male-oriented content. Many popular works have originated from there.

Qin You also read Fang Zhe's book, which is an urban food novel. It was quite surprising, since Fang Zhe doesn't seem like someone who knows much about food. However, he wrote it very well, making it very appetizing.

With Fang Zhe's good start, Qin You was also coaxed into writing one, which was about the most obscure genre of Xianxia (fantasy martial arts). However, he had already genuinely experienced the Xianxia world, so writing about this subject was a piece of cake for him. Moreover... rather than writing a novel, it was more like writing an autobiography, which could at least serve as a memento.

Qin You's writing style isn't particularly good; it's just average enough to be readable. The content isn't a problem, and given his wealth of knowledge, he should be able to get a job if he changed the subject matter.

Oh, that last sentence is Fang Zhe's original words. As someone who had already signed a contract, Fang Zhe believed that he still had some experience, so he suggested that Qin You change the subject matter. But Qin You was not willing. He wanted to write an autobiography, so signing a contract was unnecessary.

"Fine, I won't stop you if you want to do this for love." Fang Zhe pouted and continued writing today's update.

Qin You ignored him, as he was currently writing about the protagonist's first trial after joining the sect. His thirteenth senior brother had led him to that trial, where they encountered many good materials, including the Golden Jade for repairing orange weapons.

...

Zhang Yan is an ordinary office worker. His family bought a house and a car a long time ago, and his salary is quite good. He doesn't have any hobbies that cost a lot of money. At most, he reads novels on a certain platform and loves to dig up obscure and uncommon plants.

Today, he discovered a magical herb.

The writing style is clearly somewhat immature, and judging from the author's level, well, they haven't signed a contract yet. This isn't grass, it's a seedling.

However, putting all that aside, some of the novel's settings are quite exciting, and the overall worldview is very complete, making it seem particularly realistic.

After reading just ten chapters, Zhang Yan felt a bit unsatisfied, so he decisively spent ten yuan to tip 1000 points of a certain currency as a small encouragement, since immortal seedlings are not easy to come by.

At the same time, Qin You, who had just uploaded the latest chapter, saw this message. He was quite excited and quickly replied with a smile, showing a very good attitude.

Zhang Yan was browsing through books when he noticed a small red dot. He saw it was a reply from the author of "Immortal Seeds" and was immediately delighted. He then discovered that the author had updated the book and quickly clicked to see the update.

Two minutes later, Zhang Yan, still feeling a bit unsatisfied, looked at the reward icon below the article and readily gave another 1,000 points as a reward.

Under the bright starry sky, only the immortal herb remains:

Hehe, keep updating, I'm waiting for you to become a god.

Qin You saw it, but didn't reply because it was time to turn off the lights.

Qin You stood up, stretched, and turned his head to find that Fang Zhe, who was in the bed opposite him, was still working hard, writing while searching for pictures of food on Baidu. He really didn't know how Fang Zhe was getting through it. Wasn't he just torturing himself?

"Are you finished writing?" Fang Zhe noticed his movements.

"I've finished writing. Keep up the good work," Qin You said, climbing up to the upper bunk.

"Hey, what's the name of that book you wrote? I'll add it to my favorites and recommend it, just in case someone likes fantasy novels." Fang Zhe only knew that the other person had written a fantasy novel that he wasn't interested in, but as a close roommate, he could still add it to his favorites out of friendship.

Qin You didn't hesitate and sent him the link directly.

Fang Zhe replied with an "ok" and then continued writing the update.

Half an hour later, Fang Zhe decisively pasted the update he had written, and also took the opportunity to promote Qin You's book, which was better than nothing.

After tidying up, Fang Zhe finally lay down on the bed. Before going to sleep, he planned to read Qin You's new book. As always, he would only read it as a friend.

Upon closer inspection, wow, this is great!

They've all given tips, and they're all big ones, like 1000 points!

Driven by curiosity, Fang Zhe clicked on the first chapter of the novel—

Ten minutes later, Fang Zhe sat up with a thud, struggling to suppress the urge to shake the person in the opposite bed awake, inwardly screaming—How could you break down here?! What happened next?! What exactly happened between the protagonist and his senior brother?!