Prodigal System in the Flourishing City Chapter 67 Young Master, how do you like my writing? [Please

"Typing? Type what? Let tell you, writing novels doesn’t make money, there’s only a dead end, I, Fury Wine Cooking, will never write novels again in my life!"

Gong Hui’s roaring voice echoed above the dinner table.

"This is your contract."

Liang Lan handed the contract to Gong Hui.

"Err..."

Gong Hui quickly glanced over the contract then scrutinized it three tis carefully, lifting his head in disbelief, "Is this real?"

"Real!" All the authors nodded seriously.

"Damn it!"

Gong Hui rushed back into the room he had just co out of!

Clatter!

"Young Master, how’s my writing?"

Gong Hui, with a sycophantic smile and sweating profusely, presented his freshly written manuscript to Xiaobu.

"En?" Xiaobu looked at Gong Hui with a mischievous smile and pretended to ponder, "What was soone saying just now?"

A ter and a half tall elder coughed twice, "Let tell you..."

A hot-dry noodles lover held back a laugh, "Writing novels doesn’t make money..."

Carrot Li endured, "There’s only a dead end..."

Irritable Shrimp exclaid, "I, Fury Wine Cooking, will never write novels again in my life!"

And then...

Everyone chid in unison, "Young Master, how’s my writing?"

After that, the entire hall erupted with laughter!

"Pfft! Hahaha! Fury, you’re always slapping other people’s faces in your novels, how does it feel to get slapped in the face in a second?"

"I’m dying of laughter! Fury, no wonder your novels are codic, you’re a clown yourself!"

"This could beco a famous anecdote!"

"..."

Gong Hui’s entire face turned red, burning hot!

He wished he could find a hole to crawl into right now!

Damn these bastards!

They just love to see him made fun of!

That slap in the face!

Though embarrassing, more than that, he was thrilled.

He did it, he managed to earn money with his novels, enough to support himself, and even provide for his family!

He finally got his own Golden Finger, just like the protagonists in his novels!

And that Golden Finger was none other than Young Master Bu!

Now, he really wanted to imdiately call those who looked down on him, who mocked him!

To tell them, he, had achieved it!

...

In the following days, the editors recruited by Xiaobu all started to fall into place.

Truly achieving the situation of one author per editor.

Under the dedicated guidance of the editors, the authors’ literary talents beca more and more exquisite, with various foreshadows and unexpected plots increasingly abundant.

Even to the point where now, Xiaobu often couldn’t guess where their stories would go next, which made him increasingly satisfied.

And these authors, they also spared no effort to frantically type, presenting Xiaobu with the most captivating novels.

Since Xiaobu didn’t forbid them from continuing to post their novels online.

So after Xiaobu had read them, their novels were also published on the internet.

But by now, they didn’t care about the cursing and criticisms online at all.

Let them curse.

It wasn’t written for them, they were just incidental.

They no longer, as before, couldn’t bear to delete the comnts that cursed them.

Any displeasing comnts were deleted and the comnter permanently banned, all in one go!

It’s worth ntioning that, Fury Wine Cooking’s incident of instantly slapping his own face had beco the authors’ favorite thing to tease about.

They brought it up almost every day.

Then, while Fury Wine Cooking cursed furiously, they would all laugh heartily and go back to typing!

Of course!

The happiest of them all had to be Xiaobu, twelve authors writing novels specially for him.

Each person two thousand words a day, that’s two hundred forty thousand words a day, 120 Chapters.

This allowed him to totally imrse himself in the ocean of gratifying narratives, his daily task being nothing more than lying on Liang Lan’s lap pillow, sniffing her scent, happily reading novels.

Laughter echoed continuously from within the Lu’s Villa.

Hearing Xiaobu’s laughter,

the Lu father and son were also very happy. They hadn’t seen Xiaobu this cheerful in a long ti.

What none of them noticed was...

the originally ridiculed and unnoticed twelfth book...

has now beco a twice daily updated novel with explosive quality...

The curses in the comnts were getting fewer and fewer...

Praise was growing more and more...

So were the rewards...

Its ranking on the website was getting higher and higher...

...

"Xiaobu, stop looking, it’s ti for school. The issues with the Zhang Family and Fu Family have already settled down, there’s nothing to worry about. Who would have thought that the Zhang Family could actually bring down the Fu Family, they really kept their cards close to their chest!" Lu Wenhuo interrupted Xiaobu’s hearty laughter.

"School? What school? I’m not going."

Xiaobu said, waving his hand dismissively while staring at the novel on his phone.

In fact, he was very clear about the situation between the Zhang Family and Fu Family; Zhang ng would report back the latest developnts every day.

It’s undeniable, although the Fu Family was purely dark, the Zhang Family was grey.

But Zhang Benhu, as a crafty old fox, was far better at scheming than the Fu surna guy.

After several machinations, the Fu with the son killed and raging was beaten until he was down and out.

Of course, it was also thanks to Xiaobu sending a "Immortal Bean" to Zhang Benhu through Zhang ng.

All in all, the Underworld of Shin doesn’t bear the Fu surna anymore, but the Zhang’s!

And ultimately, it bears the Lu surna!

Yes, Xiaobu’s Lu!

"Lu! Xiaobu! Try saying that one more ti, do you still acknowledge as your second brother or not?!" Lu Wenhuo’s eyes turned fierce.

As a top student, nothing was more intolerable to him than not attending school.

"This... Fine, fine, I’ll go, don’t be angry, don’t be angry."

Upon hearing Lu Wenhuo’s angry words, Xiaobu hastily apologized: "It’s just school, I’ll go, I’m going right now."

"That’s more like it." Lu Wenhuo’s face broke into a smile again: "Zhang ng is already waiting for you downstairs, hurry up."

"Alright, second brother, when are you going to let squander your scholarship money?" Xiaobu asked again.

"Hey, you brat, you’re richer than now and you’re still thinking about my little bit of scholarship money?" Lu Wenhuo playfully cursed and laughed.

"That’s different. I’ve never spent your money since I was young, of course, I think about it!" Xiaobu countered with a pout.

"Fine, as I’ve said before, as long as you handle Qianmin, my scholarship money is all yours," Lu Wenhuo said with a chuckle.

He felt very happy inside, Xiaobu was still the sa Xiaobu.

Still the Xiaobu who listened to him and would act spoiled with him.

Seeing Lu Wenhuo’s smiling face, Liang Lan couldn’t help but laugh.

Young Master Bu sure had high EQ!

He resolved the slight but definitely there distance with just a few words.

...

Xiaobu arrived at school yawning.

"Good day, Young Master Bu."

The security guard, not having seen Xiaobu for several days, rushed up eagerly to take Xiaobu’s backpack filled with Coke, snacks, RMB, and no books at all.

"Here, take five hundred."

"Thank you, Young Master Bu."

Reaching his classroom.

"Young Master Bu has arrived."

The sharp-eyed Li Qiang imdiately called out.

Suddenly, the previously lifeless class boiled with excitent.

"Long live Young Master Bu. Long live Young Master Bu!"

"Am I the only one who noticed Young Master Bu got even more handso?"

"I noticed too, Young Master Bu is sky-high dashing!"

"Wow, haha, exhilarating, one thousand for everyone."

Xiaobu enjoyed himself.

Going to school wasn’t without its perks, after all.

Once seated, Xiaobu continued to take out his phone to read the novel.

He was enjoying advanced Chapters not available online, feeling thrilled.

At that mont, soone suddenly flashed beside him, and then Xiaobu felt a sharp pain in his chest!

Damn it, he was ambushed on the chest?!