Zhao Hao and his son took the bail documents and rushed back to the prison to pick up the person.

Now Xu Wei had nothing to say, so he patted his butt and prepared to leave.

In fact, there were quite a lot of things in this room. But when Xu Wenchang saw that Mr. Zhao didn't even blink and casually paid 1,000 taels of silver, he knew that there was a wealthy dog ​​owner who was supporting him.

I'm going out to enjoy fine clothes and delicious food, why would I care about these junks?

The world's number one military strategist, besides having a strange temper, also has a problem of being extremely wasteful...

But as luck would have it, Mr. Zhao was extremely rich.

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But what Xu Wenchang didn't expect was that the generous Mr. Zhao ordered people to search the whole house, and carefully peel off the straw paper he used to practice painting, the booklets where he scribbled, the articles full of crazy words, and even the poems posted on the wall... Let's put it this way, all the pieces of paper with his ink on them would be taken away.

Xu Wei couldn't help but feel moved, and looked at Zhao Hao and asked, "Is this to prevent someone from taking advantage of my crazy words to cause trouble again?"

Zhao Hao nodded, thinking that these things would be worth money even if they were kept for a hundred years. It would be a pity to waste them.

You think you will make a lot of money, but I make much more than you...

Xu Wei sighed inwardly, this young man is really too cautious.

Then Zhao Hao went to the next cell to beg for money.

Not to mention that Wu Cheng'en himself was also a poet, calligrapher and painter, the original manuscript of Journey to the West alone is much more valuable than Xu Wenchang's perfunctory works.

But when I went in, I saw Old Wu still sitting at the table, biting the pen and thinking hard, with no intention of leaving.

"Mr. Sheyang, it's time to pack up and leave." Zhao Hao waved his hand to signal Fang Wen to leave, and walked to the table with a smile.

"I won't go out." Well, that one had just been coaxed, and this one got sick again.

"Why?" Mr. Zhao asked, blinking. We should protect a writer who is serializing.

"Even though I'm separated from Xu by a fence, he can still annoy me to death." Wu Chengen sighed and said, "If I get out, won't he put a knife to my neck and force me to continue writing?"

"No." Xu Wei, who followed in, shook his head and said seriously, "I like to use a whip."

"Look at this madman, it's safer for me to stay in jail." Wu Cheng'en pointed his pen at Xu Wei.

"If you write the next chapter, I will stop bothering you." Xu Wei shouted, "I was wearing cotton pants when I read the last chapter, but now I am naked and don't feel cold. I haven't read your next chapter yet. Is there any reader in the world as patient as me?"

"But you're picky." Wu Cheng'en glared at Fatty Xu with a ferocious look on his face and roared, "I made you revise this chapter eighteen times, and you're still not satisfied!"

"Look at this attitude." Xu Wei frowned and bared his teeth at Zhao Hao, "You can't let people say that it's not well written. Tell me yourself, isn't the forty-third chapter a big drop in the standard? The Red Boy is such a wonderful plot, and then there is a faded Black Water River. Where are the words?"

"Can you keep going on like this? Don't you know you need to make a transition?!" Wu Cheng'en said angrily.

"No." Xu Wei touched his lips and uttered two words.

"Come, write!" Wu Cheng'en suddenly handed the brush to Xu Wei.

"I'll write if I want!" Xu Wei stretched out his hand to take the pen, but Old Wu pushed him away!

"You wish!"

"Look at this person, so hypocritical." Xu Wei waved his hand angrily.

"Alright, alright." Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Zhao Hao quickly pulled them apart and said with a smile, "I understand your questions. Mr. Qingteng is anxious because he can't find a satisfactory new chapter."

"Not bad." Xu Wei nodded.

"Mr. Sheyang is worried because he can't write a satisfactory chapter."

"Yeah." Wu Cheng'en nodded.

"So, as long as we put together new chapters, won't both of your problems be solved?" Zhao Hao smiled ghostly again. Teaching the authors of the four great classics to write novels, this young master is simply like Niu Boyi flying to the sky!

"Then you can come with me, right?"

"No need to write it down. If you can help me think of an idea, I will follow you." Wu Cheng'en said lightly.

Zhao Hao thought so too. The person was writing a famous book, so it was already great if he could write one chapter a month.

"Don't brag. Do you know what he wrote?" Xu Wei was dissatisfied. "I thought of more than a dozen plots for him, but he didn't like any of them."

"I just took some time to flip through it." Zhao Hao smiled modestly, thinking to himself, believe it or not, I can even write out the rest of the chapters for you in one breath. "I just got some inspiration, I'll tell you about it, Mr. Sheyang, whether it's useful or not, it's just to relieve your boredom."

"Okay, you go ahead." Wu Cheng'en nodded, politely but arrogantly. He was isolated from the news in prison and had no idea who was standing in front of him.

"I've also written novels." Zhao Hao boasted at the beginning, and then said with the appearance of an experienced person: "I have sufficient experience in dealing with writer's block."

"Really? So we're in the same industry." Wu Cheng'en still respected his colleagues. He put down his pen and bowed to Zhao Hao. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Then how do you deal with Kaven?" Xu Wei interrupted.

"It's very simple, look for conflicts and create conflicts." Zhao Hao said in a deep voice.

"Of course I know that." Wu Chengen pointed at the table full of waste paper smeared with ink and said with a wry smile: "These are all conflicts, but it's a pity that this guy doesn't like them."

"You are so annoyed with him, why do you still care about his opinion?" Zhao Hao asked curiously.

"This guy isn't very good at writing plays, but he's very good at reviewing them." Wu Cheng'en smiled embarrassedly.

Zhao Hao understood, it was love and hate. He continued: "I have three magic weapons to create conflicts, I will tell you for your reference. One is hatred, the second is the conflict of interests, and the third is misunderstanding. These three can be randomly combined into another four methods. The plot will never deviate from the essence."

"Hatred..." Wu Cheng'en groaned for a moment and said, "This part about Red Boy uses this method. The struggle for interests has never been used before on the journey to the West."

"Right." Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Where there are conflicts of interest, there are factions. It's much easier to write with factions. For example, if we arrange a competition or something, we can write several chapters at once..."

"Yeah." Wu Cheng'en nodded slowly, feeling that there was a way.

Xu Wei also looked at him with admiration and said, "Boy, you are an old hand. What you said is reliable! What book did you write? Show it to me later!"

Zhao Hao smiled faintly and said, "Three volumes of Mathematics, two volumes of Mathematical Principles of Natural Sciences, and Physics. These are the only ones worth mentioning at the moment..."

"It sounds very boring..." Xu Wenchang smacked his lips.

"Ahaha, got it! I know how to write it!" Suddenly, Wu Chengen jumped up excitedly, grabbed Zhao Hao's shoulders, and laughed: "Thank you very much! With you, I don't have to worry about writer's block anymore!"

Zhao Hao thought to himself, of course, I can even help you write it...

ps. There was a lot of unrest at home yesterday, and I’m stuck in the same writer’s block as Lao Wu… I’m still a few hundred words away from finishing the third chapter, so wait a minute.