Outside the door.
Shuiyuejian explained, "Brother Qing, please understand Brother Suixian. His family is indeed living a hard life and has to support three children."
Qingyunlou rebuked, "How can scholars like us, who have no integrity, write a masterpiece that will stand the test of time? Enough said, I will not associate with such people."
Shuiyue felt a faint sense of regret.
I couldn't help but stay away from this person.
Qingyunlou owns over ten acres of fertile land, and with his writing, he lives the most comfortable life among the three. Recently, he has been preparing to take a fourth concubine.
This is because they are too far removed from suffering and no longer know the hardships of human life.
They are truly people who would rather die than eat meat.
Moreover, his family's situation is most similar to that of Sui Feng San. Seeing Sui Feng San being slandered, he subconsciously put himself in the shoes of others and felt strongly offended!
If you say this about him behind his back, are you also talking about me to others?
With a calm expression, he cupped his hands and bowed, saying, "Brother Qing, I really cannot agree with what you said. I have a deep friendship with Brother Suixian, and I am truly saddened by your misunderstanding of him."
He turned and left.
Qingyunlou opened his mouth.
Reaching out as if trying to grab something.
Yet I always felt there was an invisible chasm between us.
Inside the study.
With a smile, Sui Fengsan said, "Shopkeeper, you see how much I've supported you just now, so how about the price for the manuscript, hmm?"
Uncle Fu laughed heartily, “From now on, there will be 120 articles following Mr. Fu’s manuscript.”
Sui Fengsan chuckled softly, "That's wonderful, there's more and more hope for the future."
For some reason, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. Qingyunlou was a man who always looked down on others and relied on his seniority and reputation to order him around.
Brother Ke Shui is a really good person.
Sui Fengsan jokingly said, "Let's all go. From now on, I'll be the standard-bearer of Rainforest Study."
A voice came from outside the door: "Brother Sui, you really don't take me seriously."
But it is like the moon in the water, gone and then returned.
Shuiyuejian, with a calm expression and a smile, asked, "Shopkeeper, what's the price for my manuscript?"
Uncle Fu laughed heartily: "Just like Mr. Sui."
Sui Feng San stared intently at the person, "You..."
Shuiyuejian: "I don't like it when Qingyunlou slanders you behind your back."
Hearing these strange words, Uncle Fu had mixed feelings. Were all storytellers so eccentric?
Outside the door.
A large group of young men and women have already gathered there.
"Shopkeeper, when will the Third Miss update?"
Yes, Qingyunlou is extremely capricious. He hasn't written a story of 4,000 words a week for a long time.
Uncle Fu said calmly, "Qingyunlou has some family matters to attend to and is temporarily suspending updates, but Shuiyuejian and Suifengsan's works are still being updated."
That seems to be a servant; hurry back and tell your young master.
Uncle Fu shouted at the top of his lungs, "Our store's newest offering is 'A Chinese Ghost Story,' absolutely fantastic! Friendly reminder: don't watch it at night."
It would have been better if they hadn't said anything, because the more they talked about it, the more it stirred people's hearts.
One of the girls scoffed, "I'd like to see what's so great about this book!"
But once you open the page, it's filled with sensitive text: jade feet, soft breasts, snowy buttocks, and delicate tongues.
He immediately blushed.
"What kind of erotic novel is this? When did Rainforest Bookstore become so indecent?"
A girl threw a book onto the bar counter.
The shop assistant, clutching his head where he'd been hit, said with a wry smile, "Boss, this book is too indecent. I've already been hit more than a dozen times."
Uncle Fu comforted him, saying, "Bear with it. After some time, I'll find you another aunt."
The guy was overjoyed.
"Great!"
Even Sui Fengsan hadn't left, and asked curiously, "Shopkeeper, it seems you have a lot of faith in Mr. Liaozhai?"
Uncle Fu chuckled.
"The brilliance of this storybook lies in its eroticism without being obscene. Although it contains forbidden words, if you read it carefully, you will find that there is not a single scene of nudity. That's what makes that guy so amazing."
This is why Uncle Fu didn't know how to summarize it. In later generations, it can be summed up in two words: borderline.
Every step he took was perfectly positioned to avoid stepping on the examiner's toes.
They were just making fun of him.
It's like seeing a woman wearing a white gauze dress, revealing glimpses of her body underneath. When she takes off the dress, you're surprised to find that she's wearing a completely covered inner lining, with not a single bit of skin showing.
It's so frustrating it makes you want to vomit blood.
At the same time.
Both Qingping Study and Dingfeng Study received the news.
Coincidentally, the two were good friends and met up for tea.
The owner of Qingping Bookstore frowned: "So lively? Over there, is Qingyun Tower updating its storybooks again?"
He didn't think that someone who wrote short stories could be that great; after all, it was just low-quality, formulaic writing.
Qingping Study mainly deals in serious historical and philosophical texts, the study experiences of great Confucian scholars, and manuscripts by famous figures.
He has always looked down on folk story writers.
However, those kinds of things are just for entertainment. For example, this Qingyunlou story really has a core theme: personal struggle and confusion about whether women should rely on men.
His books are very appealing to young female readers.
Therefore, the owner of Qingping Study was genuinely interested.
Quickly find someone to inquire.
The owner of Dingfeng Bookstore, wanting to be a bystander, instructed his assistant to buy a copy to read.
Not long after.
When the guy came back, he recounted what had happened.
The manager of Qingping Study suddenly stood up, his expression changing slightly.
"When did Uncle Fu pull such a stunt?"
What you get is a very beautiful booklet.
Four words—"A Chinese Ghost Story"
A quick glance.
The owner of Qingping Study seemed to have thought of something and rubbed his temples.
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