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he said with a sneer.

"You're right to say that."

The black cat spread out its paws and said.

"How many cups of 'Excessive Joy Leads to Sorrow' can the club produce in a year?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don't know about that. After all, I'm not from the club. But I estimate that there should be several hundred cups."

The black cat thought for a moment and said.

“That’s quite a lot.”

He smiled and said.

A few hundred cups of "extreme joy leads to sorrow" means the fate of thousands of individuals and families being manipulated and collapsed.

“For the Mets, it’s not a lot.”

The black cat said calmly.

"Even if they are not selected by the club, they will still live a miserable life. Besides, it's not that the club has not brought them any benefits."

"For example, if it weren't for the club's help, the protagonist of the cup you drank would definitely have no offspring."

"So, they should be grateful to the club for its great kindness?"

Liu Zheng's tone was filled with sarcasm.

"I know it's hard for you to understand the logic, but this is the Mets."

The black cat looked at him with sympathy.

The Five Virtues are indeed a powerful force, especially for those who rely on words for survival, they are even more effective.

But the five virtues are also a curse. People who possess the five virtues will eventually be assimilated by the metropolis or swallowed up by it.

So, this delivery man must have had a hard life all along.

Thinking of this, the black cat was no longer so eager for the word "faith".

"It's worthy of being a metropolis."

Liu Zheng nodded and said nothing more.

He had to make all kinds of preparations to blow up a "Sunshine" pet shop. This "Feather Pen" club is obviously much more advanced and has the support of the powerful Writers Association.

Even if he lacks the strength, he will not abuse his kindness.

It is impossible to actively target them. Of course, if it is convenient, Liu Zheng does not mind causing some trouble for the "Feather Pen" Club.

What if the takeaway food happens to be delivered here?

As we all know, takeaway disputes are a specialty of the Bloody Restaurant and must be tasted.

"Okay, I'm going to go through the next process. If you need anything, just tell Miss Hiashikibu, and all the expenses will be charged to my account."

"Then I'll see you both later."

The black cat took off his hat, bowed slightly, and then threw it into the air.

Then, it disappeared along with the flying hat.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the novelist.

The latter was still looking at the direction where the hat flew away, with a look of loss and expectation in his eyes.

"what happened?"

he asked knowingly.

"Senior, will I become a great writer like him?"

The novelist asked, pursing his lips.

"Yes, you will become a greater writer than this."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"At least in my heart."

He thought of the word "信" on his belly and added another sentence.

"Pfft~"

The novelist burst out laughing.

"Senior is really a person who can't lie."

She said faintly.

"It's not impossible. You're so good at writing short stories, which shows that you have a solid foundation in writing, but your thinking hasn't shifted to writing long stories yet."

"And didn't I give you that editing tip? That should be helpful, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yeah! It helps a lot."

The novelist nodded vigorously.

"That's fine. By the way, why do you have to write a long novel?"

he asked curiously.

“Narrators can only appear in the fields of poetry and novels. Poetry is definitely not an option, so I can only try novels.”

The novelist said.

She does not say what a narrator is, nor does she explain why one should become one.

But, that's enough.

Liu Zheng didn't want to know more, he just wanted the novelist not to act on a whim.

"Would it be possible if I gave you the story outline and chapter outlines, and you expanded them with your own words?"

He thought for a moment and said.

"No, senior."

The novelist shook his head.

“If I just want to be a gold author, or a platinum author, then that’s fine.”

“But if you want to be a storyteller, you can’t use such means.”

She said.

"That's it"

"Then if you want to get started quickly, you can try writing fan fiction."

Liu Zheng thought about it again and said.

"Fanfiction?"

The novelist looked puzzled.

"No, is the level of development of your online literature still so primitive?"

he said helplessly.

The novelist showed a guilty look.

"Fan fiction is a secondary creation based on the original work. For example, if you write a novel like "Beat Amon Up at the Beginning, Even the Monocle Can't Save Him" based on the novel "Amon and His Monocle", then your novel is a fan fiction of "Amon and His Monocle"."

Liu Zheng explained.

"I see."

The novelist suddenly realized.

She did know of a similar way of creating, but the Metropolitan Museum of Art had not yet come up with a special term like "fan fiction".

"Because fan fiction has ready-made characters, plots, and story lines, it is much easier to write than original works. For a novice like you who has sufficient writing skills but lacks the thinking and aesthetics to write a long novel, it is a good opportunity to start with fan fiction, just like a baby learning to walk to learn how to write a long novel."

he continued.

"I see. But I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome to write fan fiction in the metropolis."

The novelist was first surprised, then said in distress.

"What's the trouble? Do you want to give the original author some money?"

"It would be fine if it was just about sharing the money, but if you write fan fiction, you also have to share your text with the original author."

"If the goal is just to become a platinum author, then it doesn't matter. But if you want to be a storyteller, you can't have such flaws. Because even if you kill the original author, you can't get back the text that has been divided out."

The novelist whispered murderous words.

"I see. What if the original author doesn't want it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Given the wealth of novelists, it should be possible for some original authors to give up this right.

"No, this is the rule of the Metropolis. Unless the original author refuses from the bottom of his soul, ordinary coercion and inducement will not work."

The novelist said.

If she wanted to make people reject her from the bottom of their hearts, she certainly had ways to do so, but those ways were extraordinary.

If you cause rejection from other members of the Writers Association just for writing a fan fiction, it would be a waste of time and effort.

"Then copy mine."

Liu Zheng said simply.

Chapter 223 Senior, I am very DA, please bear with me

"what?"

The novelist tilted his head and looked at him blankly.

"Do you have any way to copy the novel in my mind?"

Liu Zheng asked.

He definitely doesn't have the time to type out a novel of several million words.

"Yes, there is, but that would be very harmful to you, Senior."