"please."

"As far as I know, you are ignorant and depraved. You can be said to be a young lord. But now that I see you, do you feel that you are not like the rumors?"

Although the baron is the lowest among the Daqian noble class, the Lan family has a 'hereditary' status.

For those with hereditary titles, the entire Daqian number is less than a hundred, and for those with only noble titles, it is just over a thousand.

For example, although the Sun family was quite powerful in the entire Daqian, in the end they only had viscounts - naturally they were not 'hereditary'.

It is enough to show how "precious" a title, especially a hereditary title is.

Now that Sun Miaomiao mentioned Lan Chen's identity as 'Master', he was also puzzled by it.

Lan Chen hesitated.

Although the actions of his predecessor were indeed not human, he felt that there was something strange about them.

It's just that I don't care about the weird things now, I have to focus on the present.

"My creed is," Lan Chen planned to fool him casually, but he couldn't say that he came from time-to-time, "life is short, enjoy yourself in the moment. Hereditary title is something that you can't bring with you in life, and you can't take it with you in death. So what can I do if I care?"

"Oh, you are really a sweetheart. Are you so confident?"

"Of course, it's not just this Journey to the West. I also have all kinds of interesting story books in my stomach. Let's see how sincere Yu Ge is."

"Sure! Then I wish us a happy cooperation. This is twelve."

After saying that, Sun Miaomiao took out a silver ingot from his pocket and handed it to Lan Chen, "You write the first edition in the next two days, and we will print it here. If it is convenient, let's start the story tomorrow. The library will write off the book every week. If the sales volume of the book is determined, then I will ask someone to take the profit share and account book."

"Then first..." Lan Chen took the banknote and touched it with both hands inadvertently, which made him stunned for a moment.

But after having this experience, he didn't show too much surprise and said lightly, "Thank you in advance, Miss Sun. We can start preparations today and leave it to me. I wonder if I can give you some extra? Just use it as an advertisement." ...Just use it as funding.”

Sun Miaomiao was puzzled, "Do I still need to do this?"

Normally, when storybooks are sold, they are placed directly in the library. At most, the storyteller just selects some excerpts from the new storybooks to tell.

Why is it so troublesome to get here to Lan Chen?

Even though he said this, Sun Miaomiao readily took out five taels of silver.

"Of course, the more books I sell, the more profit I will share. I will take more care of it."

After receiving the five taels of silver again, Lan Chen found that there was no change in his body.

The only thing that can be done is to 'sacrifice' the fifteen taels of silver on hand to directly improve the realm.

"It's time to work."

"Well, then I won't disturb your enjoyment. See you tomorrow. Free delivery." With a slight bow, Lan Chen pushed the door open and left.

After walking out of the Accord, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least everything developed as he imagined.

Once a whole episode is sold, the limit is one hundred taels, which is actually just a 'petty profit'.

What matters is the subsequent profit sharing, which is a steady stream of money.

Of course, for Lan Chen, what is more important is the ‘signature’.

He had already thought of a pen name - the down-and-out little lord of Xuzhou.

As long as the reputation becomes popular, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell scripts in the future.

Like the four great classics, the ancient version of the Dragon King, and the old-fashioned son-in-law, they were all arranged.

Originally, Lan Chen was powerless about this idea and could only take it one step at a time. After all, how could he remember the contents of so many novels?

but......

Just now, he copied a new magical power.

It’s called ‘memory retrieval’.

[Exceptionally capable person, the eldest lady of the Sun family in Xuzhou, Sun Miaomiao.]

【Qi can retrieval from memory.】

[Copying wonders...copying successfully!]

He has already figured out the use of this copy - that is, when a person with miraculous abilities hands a valuable object to him and touches it, he can copy the miraculous power.

It's really... troublesome enough.

He muttered softly, "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang...Memory!"

Instant time.

He felt as if his mind was like a bright mirror, and all the impressions in his mind became three-dimensional.

Finally, he found what he wanted from "Modern Memory" - the complete set of 120 chapters of Journey to the West!

"God help me. Sun Miaomiao's miraculous power is really useful. If I write a Journey to the West like this, I can continue to think of the next masterpiece."

"It's better to go back to the mansion quickly and write those one hundred and twenty chapters!"

After leaving the library, Lan Chen met Zhu Laosan within a few steps.

"Zhu Laosan, why are you here?"

"Master, you are out."

"Yeah, out...wait? Are you following me?"

"I didn't hear that you were coming to Huajie. I was worried, worried that you were going to a gambling house..." Zhu Laosan said, lowering his head.

Lan Chen was a little dumbfounded, but he said patiently, "That's all in the past. I won't gamble anymore, and I will also revive Lan Mansion."

"Young Master..." Zhu Laosan raised his head, his eyes were red, and he swallowed slightly, "I deserve to be scolded! I actually suspected the Young Master."

"It's okay, I will also come to the library to tell stories in the next few days."

"Storytelling? Master! It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate! You have a distinguished status, how can you show your face in the library!"

"Honorable? He's just a little baron. Besides, he's making money, so he's not shabby. The family can't open the pot, so how can he take care of so much?"

After saying that, Lan Chen also took out the ten taels of silver from his pocket, "Take it, go and buy something delicious. I'll treat you and Xiao Zhou tonight."

"Master..."

"Hey, there's no need to say more, otherwise you can take out a thousand taels. Otherwise, come to me quickly."

"Okay! I understand, Master."

Looking at Zhu Laosan's leaving figure, Lan Chen showed a warm smile - it felt good to have someone at home waiting to go back.

Then he walked towards the city.

Destination - newspaper office.

Thanks to the use of "miraculous powers", the printing technology in this world can be said to be very advanced. It can basically print things on the same day and send them out the next day.

After spending two taels of silver, he successfully grabbed the 'front page' of the next day.

After returning to his house and filling his stomach, Lan Chen directly locked himself in the room and wrote hard.

With the miraculous power of 'memory retrieval', a full 120 chapters of Journey to the West were written.

Upon closer inspection, they are exactly the same, no difference at all.

And this writing took an all-nighter.

By the time I woke up, it was already sunset.

After hurriedly preparing, Lan Chen went out again and came to Tingyu Pavilion.

Tingyu Pavilion is extremely lively today. I'm afraid it has never been so hot.

Sun Miaomiao was waiting anxiously at the gate to welcome the audience coming and going.

After seeing Lan Chen, he immediately approached and said, "Lan Chen, what a great trick."

"It's just a win-win situation." Lan Chen waved his hands and said, "What, is the money well spent?"

"It's worth it. I only found out after reading today's morning newspaper that the down-and-out young lord sold himself to listen to Yu Ge's storytelling, tsk tsk."
Chapter completed!