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Chapter 30 Have you learned your lesson?
Sun Wu was flipping through the account book under the oil lamp, and he became more and more happy as he read.

"This scholar surnamed Chen is actually quite talented. This storybook he wrote... Oh, ten taels, thirty taels, fifty taels..."

As he was happy, his face gradually turned gloomy: "What a huge sum of money, one share of the dividend is more than my monthly salary for ten months. Why does a poor scholar named Chen deserve it?
I worked hard to plan this book, spoke well of it to my employer, and tried every possible way to promote it in the provincial capital, but he just sits back and reaps the benefits, wanting to get so much money just for writing a few words.

The Chen guy is so shameless!"

Thinking of this, Sun Wu threw the account book in his hand heavily. After throwing it, he picked it up again and stuffed it into the bottom shelf next to him.

Then Sun Wu took out a blank booklet, picked up the pen and started writing.

"On the 13th, 1,000 copies of the book were printed, 100 were sold, and the rest were unsold."

"On the 21st, the bookshop in the city was hit by a tide, and all the books were destroyed. We had to reprint a thousand copies..."

"The loss is estimated at three hundred and twelve taels..."

The more Sun Wu wrote, the happier he became, and the more he wrote, the more the depression in his heart became relieved.

"For a mere pedant to receive only three taels of silver as a reward is already a great kindness from my master. Humph! Not asking him to pay three hundred taels is even more merciful from our master."

But I don’t believe it. Would he dare to report it to his boss?
Not only does he not dare to sue, but with this three taels of writing fee, he will have to obediently write a sequel for me later!"

The words fell crisply, and Sun Wu laughed under the candlelight.

It was raining in the middle of the night, and in the distance there seemed to be the sound of a night watchman beating the drum, as if he was saying something like "be careful of a leak in the roof".

Sun Wu thought disdainfully: How could his house have a leaking roof? A leaking roof is something only the poor people of South City would experience.

Just as he was thinking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the window, bringing with it a shower of fine raindrops that hit him on the head and face.

Sun Wu was stunned. What happened? He remembered that he had closed the doors and windows tightly.

He quickly turned around to see what was happening with the window over there, but unexpectedly the oil lamp on the table was blown out by the wind.

The small study suddenly fell into darkness, and Sun Wu couldn't help but scream: "Oh my light."

He was actually worried about raindrops getting into the oil lamp, fearing that the rain would affect the use of the lamp.

Sun Wu hurried over to touch the oil lamp, but he didn't know what went wrong. Suddenly, his foot kicked something and he fell forward with a bang.

"Oh my lamp oil!"

Sun Wu shouted a second time in horror.

There was a clang, and the oil lamp was knocked over by his fall.

Sun Wuxin was twitching with pain, and hurriedly used his hands and feet to try to get up and save the oil lamp, but suddenly a pair of cold iron pliers stretched out from somewhere and pinched his cheeks.

"Ah--" Sun Wu's scream was strangled in his throat by the iron-like object.

The next moment, a handful of fine powder-like substance was poured into his mouth.

"Mmmm..." Sun Wu didn't know what this was. He struggled and shook his head, feeling anxious and wanting to vomit.

Suddenly, another pair of pliers reached out and hit him hard on the back.

No, that's not a pair of pliers, it's clearly a hammer!

Sun Wu leaned forward in pain, but his mouth was covered tightly.

He was anxious and choked, and coughed several times with his mouth covered. Finally, he swallowed the strange powder into his stomach.

As soon as I swallowed it, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head.

Sun Wu groaned in pain, holding his head and crying out a few words, but it felt like something heavy and sharp was constantly stirring in his head.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes and he could not see anything. All he could hear was the heavy and sticky sound of rain outside the window. His head ached as if it was going to break and his body was shivering with cold.

This series of attacks came so suddenly that there was no warning at all.

Sun Wu wanted to call for help from his wife who lived in the other wing, but the sound of his cry was stuck in his throat, as small as a mosquito's whisper.

He was always afraid that his wife would come into his study and discover his hidden silver, and he just wanted her to be as far away from him as possible. Now he wanted to call for help, but he just hated that his wife was too far away and couldn't notice anything unusual in the first place.

"Ah, ah, ah, who is it?" He struggled to make a tiny sound in his throat.

"Who hurt me?"

"Help, help—"

"what!"

No one responded to him. All Sun Wu could hear were the whistling wind and the continuous rain.

In the dark world, the pain in his head was like a damp hand reaching into his brain through his eyebrows and grabbing his soul.

"what!"

Sun Wu finally broke down and shouted, "Miao Chao, is that you? Are you here to seek revenge on me?"

"Please let me go. I didn't mean to hurt you! I didn't mean to..."

"It's you. You're the one blocking my path to becoming the head shopkeeper. I can't do anything about it. If I don't kill you, the boss will never see me again!"

"No, I didn't kill you. It was you who took the risk to go to that temple. Don't blame me, don't blame me... Help!"

In the midst of collapse, Sun Wu's tears streamed down his face.

Until one point, he lost control of his bladder.

Finally, a soft voice sounded in the darkness, very disgusted: "Huh."

Sun Wu was kicked hard and fell on his own filth.

Another voice whispered in my ear, "Do you want to stop the pain? If you do, shut up first. You can't make a sound unless I tell you to."

Sun Wu shuddered all over, and felt a cold and terrifying voice in his ear.

After what he had just experienced, he did not dare to resist at all. He could only raise his heart and tremble as he replied, "Yes."

But who would have thought that just this sound would cause the pain in the brain to surge back like a flood.

How could Sun Wu bear this?
He screamed "Ahh" twice before finally realizing that he had to shut his mouth.

This time, Sun Wu took the initiative to stretch out his hands and cover his mouth tightly, for fear that if he made any sound again, he would be bullied by this mysterious man who came from nowhere.

The mysterious man was satisfied and said, "Okay."

Sun Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, he heard a soft sound, like the crackling of a burning flame.

Then the tilted oil lamp on the table was propped up, and the light came on dimly.

The oil lamp lit up, and Sun Wucai, who had been lying on the ground trembling with fear, finally regained some of his vision.

He endured the remaining pain in his head, carefully raised his head and opened his eyes, only to see a person standing by the table.

The slender figure and handsome features under the light turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Chen, Chen..." Sun Wu pointed at Chen Xu and was about to shout out his name in shock and anger.

As a result, as soon as he made a sound, he felt another sharp pain.

Sun Wu suddenly shuddered all over, and only then did he truly realize that his pain was controlled by the person in front of him. As long as he disobeyed him, a catastrophe would befall him in an instant.

Sun Wu gasped and looked at Chen Xu in horror.

Look at the young man standing by the lamp, half of his face silhouetted by the firelight, the other half of his profile undulating in shadow. He seems to be smiling, asking himself: "Have you learned your lesson?"

(End of this chapter)