"I call it fishnet stockings. Although no one has worn them yet, I dare say that they will be very popular in Xueyue Tower in the future!"
"......"
Fang Zhengyi walked silently to Wu Sheng, stretched out his arms and pressed Wu Sheng's shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "My master is like an arm! You should focus on your creation in the future. If you have any troubles in life, be sure to tell me and I will solve them for you!"
Wu Sheng's old face broke into a smile, and he excitedly held Fang Zhengyi's arms: "Master, you also understand?!"
"I understand!" Fang Zheng nodded heavily. "This is truly a shocking work. You will definitely go down in the history of brothels in the future!"
Wu Sheng's heart was filled with satisfaction. He felt that he could have such a close friend in his life and die without regrets!
Fang Zhengyi suddenly changed the subject and asked in confusion, "Master, why are your hands shaking?"
Just now, from the corner of his eye, he saw that his right hand, which was supporting his arm, was shaking slightly.
Wu Sheng untied his arm and took a look, saying, "Oh, I've been writing too much recently. Most of the books in the county are written in vernacular Chinese, which has a lot more characters than classical Chinese."
"Plus, readers are always pushing me to write, and some even sent razor blades to my home... I've been constantly rushing to finish my manuscripts, and that's why I've developed a chronic illness. It's okay, I hope you'll pay more attention to me, sir."
"How many words do you write in a day?" Fang Zhengyi asked.
Wu Sheng thought for a moment: "More than 4,000 but less than 5,000 words. This is a chapter-by-chapter format, and each chapter is more than 2,000 words. I'm afraid that two chapters a day won't satisfy the readers. I want to write more, but my body... oh, it's really difficult."
"Hey~ This is not a big deal!" Fang Zheng glanced at Ao Chen and whispered, "Four thousand five hundred words, can't it be divided into three chapters?"
Wu Sheng showed a trace of panic on his face: "Isn't this fake? What if someone finds out? I'll be hacked to death!"
"Everyone looks at the number of chapters, who would count your words? People are fickle!" Fang Zhengyi grinned.
Wu Sheng suddenly realized: "Ahem...thank you for your advice, Master!"
"Okay, go ahead and do your work. Ao Chen and I have something important to discuss!"
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