Ring, ring, ring.
The door of the Third-Rate Writer Bar swung open once again.
Shang Jianyue walked in from outside.
"My friend is here, sorry, fellow writers, I need to leave."
Han Zhan saw Shang Jianyue and turned his head to speak.
"However, to thank you all for letting me see such 'amazing' novels, today's drinks are on me."
Han Zhan's last sentence elicited unexpected delight on the faces of the three third-rate writers.
"That is such a gentlemanly thing to do, praise to you." Pemberton's two tufts of golden mustache lifted with great enthusiasm as he generously complimented.
"That's too generous, bro! Please tell me your name, and I'll change the name of my book's protagonist to yours. As for the previous protagonist, I'll wish him luck!" Vasily said excitedly.
"Generous, pure, true, beautiful, handsome, young, wealthy, glorious, endlessly brilliant and radiant..." Hua Sheng rattled off ninety-nine adjectives in one breath.
