Zhao Hao and his son rushed back to the prison to pick up the bail with the completed bail document.

Now Xu Wei has nothing to say and patted his butt and was about to leave.

In fact, there were quite a lot of guys in the room. But when Xu Wenchang saw Mr. Zhao, he took out a thousand taels of silver without blinking. He knew that there was a big dog owner who kept him.

I'm going out to enjoy the rich and luxurious food, so how could I take these rags seriously?

The world's No. 1 military advisor, in addition to his weird temper, has another problem, which is his special expenses...

But by chance, Mr. Zhao was particularly 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 uncovered all the straw paper he practiced painting, booklets he wrote randomly, articles he spoke crazy, and even poems posted on the wall... Let's put it this way, all the paper pieces with his ink marks would be taken away.

Xu Wei couldn't help but feel moved and asked Zhao Hao with his eyes, is this to prevent anyone from using my crazy words to cause trouble again?

Zhao Hao nodded, thinking that these things are all money for hundreds of decades. It would be a pity to waste them.

You thought you would make a lot of money, but this guy earned much more than you...

Xu Wei sighed inwardly, this young man was too cautious.

Then Zhao Hao went to the next cell to catch Qiufeng.

Not to mention that Wu Chengen himself is a poet, calligrapher and painter, just talking about the original manuscripts of Journey to the West is much more valuable than those perfunctory works of Xu Wenchang.

Unexpectedly, when he went in, Old Wu was still sitting at the table with his hands, biting his pen and thinking hard, without any intention of leaving.

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

"Don't go out." That guy just coaxed him, and this guy got sick again.

"Why?" Mr. Zhao asked with a wink, "You must take care of a writer who is currently in the process of running."

"He can be annoyed by the person surnamed Xu through the fence." Wu Chengen sighed and said, "If he goes out, he will still hold the knife around my neck and force me to write down?"

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

"Look at this madman, it's safer for me to stay in prison." Wu Chengen pointed at Xu Wei with his pen as a sword.

"If you write the next chapter, I won't bother you anymore." Xu Wei shouted and said, "I was wearing cotton pants when I saw the previous chapter, but now I'm not cold with my butt. I haven't seen your next chapter yet. Are there any readers as patient as me in the world?"

"But you are picky." Wu Chengen stared at Fatty Xu with a ferocious look on his face and roared: "I have changed this chapter eighteen times, but he is still fucking dissatisfied!"

"Look at this attitude." Xu Wei frowned and grinned at Zhao Hao, "I won't let anyone say it if I'm not good at writing. Tell me yourself, is it a huge loss of standard in the forty-three chapters? The wonderful scene of Red Boy, then a black water river that fades out of the birds. What about your words?"

"Can you still have to keep orgasm? I wonder if you need to make a transition?!" Wu Chengen said angrily.

"No." Xu Wei's lips touched and two words popped out.

"Come on, you write!" Wu Chengen suddenly handed the brush to Xu Wei.

"I will write it!" Xu Wei reached out to take the pen, but Old Wu pushed him away with his backhand!

"Think beautifully!"

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

"Okay, OK." Seeing that the two of them were about to be pinched, Zhao Hao quickly pulled them away and mediated with a smile: "I understand your questions. Mr. Qingteng is because he can't see a satisfactory new chapter."

"Not bad." Xu Wei nodded.

"Mr. She Yang is anxious because he can't write a satisfactory chapter."

"Yes." Wu Chengen nodded.

"So, as long as you save the new chapters, will your two problems be solved?" Zhao Hao smiled again and taught the authors of the four masterpieces to write. This young master wants Niu Boyi to go to heaven!

"Then you can go with me, right?"

"No need to write it out. If you can help me think about it, I will follow you." Wu Chengen said lightly.

Zhao Hao thought it was true. He wrote classics, and it would be great to be able to write one chapter a month.

"Don't talk big, do you know what he wrote?" Xu Wei was dissatisfied. "I have thought of more than a dozen plots for him, but none of this guy looks down on me."

"I just took the time to flip it." Zhao Hao hurriedly smiled modestly, thinking that I believe it or not, I can even write the following chapters for you in one go. "It just happened to be a little inspiration. Tell me Mr. Sheyang and listen to it. Whether it is suitable for use or not, it is all about relieving your boredom."

"Success, you say." Wu Chengen nodded, polite and arrogant. He was in prison and was not sure who was standing in front of him.

"I have written it too." Zhao Hao started with a brag, then said with an experienced person: "I have sufficient experience in dealing with Kawen."

"Is that so? It turns out that they are traveling with each other." Wu Chengen still respects his peers very much, put down his pen and bowed to Zhao Hao. "I feel respectful and disrespectful."

"Then how did you deal with Kavin?" Xu Wei interrupted.

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

"Of course I know this." Wu Chengen smiled bitterly and pointed at the waste paper painted ink on the table and said, "These are all conflicts, but unfortunately there is no one this guy can like."

"You are so annoying to him, why do you still care about his opinion?" Zhao Hao asked strangely.

"This guy is not very good at writing operas, and he is still very capable of judging operas." Wu Chengen smiled embarrassedly.

Zhao Hao understood, love and kill each other. Then he continued, "I have three magic weapons to create conflicts, and I will tell you for your reference. One is hatred, the second is dispute over interests, and the third is misunderstanding. These three can be randomly combined into four other methods. The plot changes all the time."

"Hate..." Wu Chengen pondered for a moment and said, "The Red Boy's part is this method. The battle for interests is really useless on the road to obtaining the scriptures."

"Right," Zhao Hao said with a smile: "If there is a dispute over interests, there will be factions, and it will be easier to write too many things. For example, if you arrange a competition, you can produce several chapters in one go..."

"Yes." Wu Chengen nodded slowly, feeling that there was a way.

Xu Wei also looked at him with admiration and said, "You kid, you are a veteran, this is reliable! What book did you write? Let me see!"

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

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

"Ah, there is! I know how to write it!" Suddenly, Wu Chengen jumped up excitedly, grabbed Zhao Hao's shoulder, and laughed: "Thank you! With the young master, I will never have to worry about Kaven again!"

Zhao Hao thought it was natural, and I can even write it for you...
Chapter completed!