Chapter 392 The Great Writer Wuxie

There are so many books on traditional Chinese medicine in the family, and there are so many unconventional and strange prescriptions. Could their family have been a force like the Ten Thousand Poisons Medical Valley in novels?

Saving or killing people all depends on a thought, and from time to time, there will be a poor unlucky person to be rescued and used for human experiments, such as human poison making?

There are also many books on mechanical structure in the family. Maybe they also have a mechanical city like the Mo family, and have their own army?

Thoughts were like a galloping wild horse, gone forever. Time passed slowly as Zhang Chulan was daydreaming. When Zhang Hailou drove to Wushanju, it was almost lunch time.

"Brother Wuxie, we're here to help you watch over the place!"

As soon as the car stopped, Nan Xihe was the first to open the door and get out, then ran into Wushanju.

"Boss, your friend is looking for you."

Wang Meng, who was sitting at the counter, was concentrating on the game on the computer. When he heard the sound, he didn't even look at it. He said something without turning his head, and then continued to play the game with full concentration.

"Here I come."

Wuxie heard the voice and walked quickly from the backyard. When he saw that it was Nan Xihe and the others coming, his eyes lit up.

"Xiao Nan, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You're about to graduate from college, right? You'll be an adult soon.

Oh, by the way, are the little brother and the others okay? Since we last parted at the Maurya Dynasty Tomb, I haven't seen the little brother and Mo Ge and the others. Fatty and I miss them a lot."

Nan Xihe was originally quite happy when she heard his words, but after hearing the latter part, the corners of her mouth drooped and she spoke in a rather resentful tone.

"Brother Wuxie, are you thinking about the clan leader or me?"

"Well, I remember you said Brother Lou is here too, I'll go see why they haven't come in yet."

Wuxie cleared his cough strategically, quickly changed the subject, and walked around him and out with a smooth step.

Just kidding, he and the little brother have been through life and death together, and he and Brother Mo have a friendship that has lasted since the time they were heroes saving the damsel in distress.

Although Nan Xihe could talk to him quite well, he was nothing compared to his two brothers who were his life and death companions.

Wuxie, who thought he had a high emotional intelligence, reached out and lifted the frame of his glasses, adjusted it to a comfortable angle, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, Xiao Xiezi, I haven't seen you for a while. You even got yourself some gold-rimmed glasses."

Zhang Hailou and Zhang Chulan had just taken the gifts out of the trunk of the car when they looked up and saw Wuxie, who had dressed herself up looking exceptionally gentle and elegant today.

"Ahem, Zhang Hailou! I call you Brother Lou to give you face, but don't be ungrateful. What do you mean by 'Xiao Xiezi'? Is that how you call someone? I treat you as a brother, but you treat me like a eunuch! That's too much!"

As soon as Wuxie opened his mouth, he launched into a barrage of accusations, his cheeks flushed with anger. In an instant, all the gentleness and elegance he pretended to have vanished into thin air as he opened his mouth.

"Oh, sorry, slip of the tongue."

Zhang Hailou said sorry without any guilt, then curled the corners of his mouth and took the initiative to introduce Wuxie and Zhang Chulan.

"Let me introduce you. This is the brother we brought over to help you. His name is Zhang! Chu!nan!

Virgin, this is your uncle's adopted brother from outside, innocent yet naive."

When he introduced them, Wuxie and Zhang Chulan were ready to smile and shake hands, but they were severely shocked by his introduction.

"I already said it's Chu Lan, not a virgin! Brother Lou, could you please stop making jokes about my name? It's not funny at all!"

"My name is Wuxie! Wuxie! What's so innocent and evil about it? You're mocking me for being evil, right? Brother... I really misjudged you!"

These two casual words accurately broke the defenses of the two people. Zhang Hailou's smile widened, and he went straight into the house with the gifts he brought, leaving the two angry people behind.

Today, I've made some progress in my language studies. It's all thanks to the great teachings of the Molan elders... Amen~

The two people at the door made the same choice. They got angry for a moment, then adjusted their expressions and reintroduced themselves to each other in a friendly manner.

"Hello, my name is Wuxie. Besides being the owner of this antique shop, I'm also the author of the popular online book 'The Legend of the Evil Emperor'."

Wuxie imitated his second uncle's demeanor, putting on a gentle, kind and friendly smile, and standing straight.

"Nice to meet you. I didn't expect that the novel was written by you. To be honest, I'm also a loyal reader of yours, and The Legend of the Evil Emperor is my favorite novel.

The plot is witty, the characters are rich, and the novel feels like an autobiography or a diary entry. It flows seamlessly and is so captivating, it's simply remarkable."

Zhang Chulan praised it sincerely. To be honest, he really thought the book was very well written. Not only was the writing good, but it also had a unique sense of reality.

If he didn't know that there were no such things as secret realms, thousand-year-old tree demons, evil spirits, or dragons turning into dragons in reality, he would have thought that the author adapted this book based on real experiences.

When Wuxie heard him mention the words autobiography and diary, his expression froze for a moment, and then he quickly lowered his head pretending to be embarrassed. When he looked up again, a slightly shy smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you so much. It's not as good as you say. I just wrote it casually. Who knew it would become so popular?"

After Wu Xie's book became a hit, Wu Erbai enrolled Wu Xie in an acting training class. He also took the trouble to stay up late after work to write a speech for him about the book, as well as some precautions for answering his questions.

Because he also realized that if you remove some exaggerated fantasy elements and the various strange filters about the protagonists, this book can be said to be an autobiography written by Wuxie.

He was worried that if he didn't arrange everything for Wuxie and clean up the mess for this kid, with Wuxie's temperament and expression management ability, he would sooner or later drag the Wu family behind the iron railings and work on a sewing machine.

In the living room inside the house, Nan Xihe and Fatty Wang had been sitting at the coffee table for a long time, chatting about interesting things in their lives over the past few months and eating melon seeds.

After Zhang Hailou brought in the gift, he threw it directly onto the sofa without any intention of handling it with care.

"Hey~, buddy, you brought a gift with you. Tsk! We're all brothers, why should we be so polite?"

Fatty Wang smiled as he took the nearest gift box and unwrapped it. He then unexpectedly discovered that inside the exquisite packaging was a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner.

"Oh, isn't this the group's new product that just came out this month? It's all hair growth and hair care products. Buyers can't see any immediate results after using them, so most customers are still waiting and watching.

The goods were piling up and we were in a hurry to use the warehouse, so the boss divided the goods among us and told us to remember to bring a few boxes as gifts when we went out to visit relatives and friends. It was a little publicity that was better than nothing.

Zhang Hailou shrugged, indicating that he didn't want to do that either.

"Your boss really knows how to do business."

Fatty Wang didn't care. He gave him a thumbs up, put the shampoo aside, and started talking about business.