Dude, what you said makes sense. I'm speechless.
"You're a real genius, you bastard. Shall we continue, you two?"
He seemed to have realized that as long as the two of them didn't encounter any news related to Zhang San, they wouldn't easily face danger.
So, would it be better to slack off and wander around the streets as much as possible?
The thought of slacking off suddenly makes one feel the vastness of the world.
"Let's go check out the next restaurant and grab a bite to eat."
"Great, I'm hungry too."
The two of them began their enjoyable daily routine of slacking off, except that the colleague's current anxiety was actually unnecessary.
After all, Han Feiyu did not plan to continue his next operation anytime soon.
First of all, today is the last day of the holiday that Old Han gave him. Tomorrow, he will try his first storytelling performance as a storyteller.
Secondly, the rumors about Zhang San, the outlaw, have already begun to spread and ferment.
However, it will take time for the message to have a greater impact.
Even if he continues to work overtime these next few days, it's unlikely that the rumors will intensify significantly immediately.
A balance between work and rest, and a proper rhythm of tension and relaxation, are essential for making fictional stories leave a lasting impression.
The residents are already under a lot of tension. Letting them relax for a moment and then tense up again will be more effective.
This is Han Feiyu's plan; everything is going according to plan, and everything is progressing steadily.
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To be honest, Han Feiyu himself was a little curious about how he was so skilled at causing trouble and doing bad things.
Is this what is called talent? Is he a genius in this field?
Well, it's not impossible. After all, putting aside everything else, the ability to fabricate and seize such things is not something that an ordinary person can easily do.
"As expected of me, you're really amazing."
He went to a restaurant to have a big meal with his colleagues, and then made an excuse to go to the toilet and slipped away early, successfully getting a free meal.
After confirming that no one was around in a secluded alley, Han Feiyu removed the original manuscript's enhancement to his body.
"Oh dear, as the genius storyteller Han Feiyu, I'm back again."
Well, once this storytelling session is over, I'll find another identity to actively spread and tell Zhang San's story as another storyteller.
"When the time comes, what code name would be best? How about 'Know-It-All'? After all, I do know a lot."
He needs a storyteller's alias, different from his real identity, to serve as a transmitter of fictional or stolen stories.
"The All-Knowing Scholar" is the code name Han Feiyu plans to give himself, a pseudonym for a storyteller. Once his strength increases, what secrets could there be that he can't know?
The parties involved are keeping things to themselves? No problem, I've turned you into a book, so you'll have no choice but to tell me everything.
With that thought in mind, he opened the door and went back into his own yard.
"Grandpa, I'm back. How have you been these past three days?"
"Hey, you actually know how to come back? Haven't you heard how dangerous it's been outside lately?"
That arrogant outlaw Zhang San hasn't stopped for a single day.
You're my only child. What am I supposed to do if something happens to you?
Here, take this. Keep this manuscript safe. It'll be a good idea if you encounter any special circumstances.
Upon returning, he was immediately confronted with the old man's incessant chatter. The original manuscript of Yan San, the Flying Hero of the Northern Desert, which Old Han treasured so much, was also delivered to Han Feiyu.
He didn't say anything, but he felt a sense of warmth.
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