Universe Infinite Canteen.

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"Ao Shaobao can't code 8000."

"It's done!"

"He can't code. He doesn't even have a computer."

"Enough of that!!!" said the Mushroom Head Guy, his neck stiffened, his face flushed red.

"Okay, you win. Which ward is the great writer in?" Malu asked again.

"Which great writer are you asking about?" Mushroom-head asked in confusion, "I know many great writers, including Leo Tolstoy, Alexandre Dumas, He Zhizhang, Yu Xuanji, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie..."

"Where's Ao Shaobao?"

"Ao Shaobao is Baturu, not a great writer."

"You know it now."

Fortunately, at this time, a spirited young girl with tattoos all over her neck and lip piercings passed by.

"If you want to find Zheng Qian, go to the room on the right at the end of the corridor. He spends most of his time there except when he eats or goes to the bathroom."

"We are not looking for Zheng Qian," Ma Lu said, "we are looking for a great writer."

"Zheng Qian is a great writer. The people here gave him this nickname because he always felt that he could become a great writer one day.

"For this reason, he dropped out of school in his freshman year and stayed at home to write novels. He wrote for two years and finally signed a contract for one book, which was serialized on Qidian for half a year. He earned a total of 4133.4, of which 3600 yuan was the website's full attendance bonus.

"His parents thought there was something wrong with him." The mental girl pointed to her head, "so they sent him here for treatment, but he still continued to write here."

"Aren't we allowed to bring things in here?" Malu asked.

"Yes, but when Zheng Qian came in, he was holding his notebook tightly. He would fight with anyone who tried to grab his notebook. Even four male nurses couldn't hold him down.

"Later, two more people came and took the computer away. As a result, Zheng Qian started a hunger strike. Even if you pried open his mouth and stuffed something in, he would spit it out.

"He was starving for four days and was on his last breath. The hospital staff was afraid that it would be hard to explain to his family if he died, so they returned the computer to him."

Malu sighed when he heard this, "If you had done something else with this kind of persistence, you would have succeeded by now."

"Who knows."

"What about you? You look pretty normal. Why did you come in?" Malu said as he yawned. "Strange, it's only seven o'clock now, why am I so sleepy?"

"Did you take the pills they gave you when you came in?" The mental girl said, "There are sleeping pills in them, which will make people drowsy."

"As for me, I have manic-depressive disorder, also known as bipolar disorder. When I was ill, I attacked several people. I also bit off the ear of the boss of the hot pot restaurant where I worked because he owed me three months' salary. In addition, I attempted suicide twice.

“The last time, I almost succeeded, but then I was sent in.

"I look normal now because I'm in the intermittent period. Otherwise, in order to prevent me from attacking other patients when I get sick, the medical staff here will lock me up in a small room alone, and you won't be able to see me."

"Okay, then take care of yourself. We have to hurry up." Ma Lu said to Lao Wang, "Let's find Zheng Qian as soon as possible."

The spirited girl then spoke again, "I did you a favor, can you do me a favor too?"

"That's fair. How do you want us to help you?" Millipede stopped.

"Please bring me some cigarettes. Not too many, just one box, no, two boxes will do. I'll pay you when I get out. When I came in, all my cigarettes were taken away. I haven't smoked in a long time."

"Of course we can, but how can you be sure that we will go out before you? Didn't you bring us cigarettes?" Malu asked curiously.

"Because you're obviously not sick," the mental girl said, "especially you, you have a smell that I hate."

"What's that smell?" "The smell of capitalists. I don't know why you're here, and I don't care. As long as you remember our deal, that's all."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't forget it." Malu said.

After saying goodbye to the little sister with bipolar disorder, Malu and Lao Wang finally arrived outside the ward she mentioned.

Through the half-open door, I could see a figure in a hospital gown lying on the windowsill.

A cursor flashed on his lenses.

He had been sitting here for a full hour, and the food brought by the nurse had gone cold, but he still had no idea what to write next.

Malu leaned over and read, "Shangguan Jianan seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous and couldn't help laughing. The laughter startled all the birds in the valley."

The patient was startled by the sound and quickly closed his notebook. He turned to look at Malu and said in panic, "Who... who are you? Why are you here?"

"I'm Malu, the owner of the Universe Infinite Canteen, and this is Lao Wang, my partner and head chef. The city manager asked us to come here."

After Malu finished speaking, the patient did not react at all and still looked alert.

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Malu was worried that he didn't hear it, so he repeated, "It was the city manager who asked us to come."

"You are all very ill." The patient pushed up his black-framed glasses and said.

Malu and Lao Wang looked at each other and asked, "You are Zheng Qian, nicknamed the Great Writer."

"My name is Zheng Qian. I think it's impolite to give people nicknames."

"Then you don't know the city manager? He looks like a pigeon. He asked us to come to you and said you know where we should go to find the diners this time."

"I don't know what a city manager is." Zheng Qian still shook his head.

"Don't pretend, we are all family," Malu patted Zheng Qian's shoulder, "Although I am from Earth, Lao Wang is a robot. We often deal with city managers, and I've even seen it poop, hahahaha."

Zheng Qian had a blank expression on his face.

Malu's smile gradually disappeared, "Oh no, this kid is really an ordinary person."

"If you don't have anything else to do, please leave. I still need to write more words." Zheng Qian said, "I have only written less than a thousand of the four thousand words today."

Since it involves the final payment of 40,000 star coins, Malu will certainly not give up so easily.

So he came over again and said, "Xiao Zheng, what are you writing? Let us help you."

"You don't understand literature, and you can't help."

"Indeed, you still have to write it, but we can help you review it and give you some advice. As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang.

"I am also a fan of online novels. I have read all the famous novels published in recent years. I like The Lord of Mysteries and The Strange Dao of Immortal very much."

Zheng Qian was somewhat moved when he heard this, mainly because it was difficult for young authors to refuse review, even if they would be scolded.

Especially since there are few normal people in the mental hospital, Zheng Qian usually can't find anyone who can help him read the texts.

"Well, I'll show you... but only the chapter I'm writing. I've written a lot, so let me make it clear that I won't necessarily listen to your opinions if they affect the integrity of the story."

"Okay, no problem."

(End of this chapter)