Crying Marilyn Monroe

After a goodbye kiss,

Marilyn went to work at the TV station.

Jiang Hao opened the system panel and took a look. Last night had been a huge success; the Sexiness Points he had collected had already reached 61, exceeding the passing mark.

He needed to keep up the good work.

Now that he had another woman to support, he needed more money. He took out the wallets he had taken from those four motorcycle riders last night and counted the cash. They were all poor bastards; the four of them had barely scraped together a little over six hundred US Dollars.

Adding what he had left from before, Jiang Hao's total assets were still under a thousand US Dollars. But there was no rush for now. He had to take things one step at a time. The most important thing now was winning over Marilyn Monroe.

As for making money?

There was no rush. He needed to think it through carefully.

What should he do next?

Jiang Hao made a simple plan in his mind. He decided to write those books he had mentioned before. After all, he was a writer. Having no work to show for himself would be hard to explain if Marilyn asked. If they became bestsellers, they could make him money too.

He would start with The Bridges of Madison County.

Jiang Hao pulled out the typewriter, loaded it with paper, and began clacking away. At first, he was unaccustomed to the old-fashioned machine, but his memory was excellent. Before long, he had gotten the hang of it, and his speed kept increasing.

"Clack-clack, clack-clack."

After finishing a line of letters, Jiang Hao pushed the carriage return. The carriage snapped back to the beginning with a crisp ding, and Jiang Hao found it rather interesting.