Li Congxin sneered inwardly, but maintained a perfectly calm expression as he said, "Since you have such concerns, then today I'll tell everyone a way to quit my novels."
Watching the Impression Points in the backend scroll faster and faster, Li Congxin deliberately took a deep breath. After waiting several seconds and thoroughly whetting everyone's appetite, he continued, "Doupo Cangqiong has already been published to about one-third of its total length. It is expected to officially conclude in the latter half of next year."
The moment those words came out, cries of dismay rang out across the venue.
Li Congxin smiled calmly. "Actually, there's no need for everyone to feel regretful. All literary works must come to an end eventually, and my books will naturally be no exception."
"This also answers this gentleman's earlier question quite well. Once the novel ends, the addiction will naturally be cured. Even if someone wants to read it a second time, once they know the ending, they surely won't become too obsessed with it, right?"
Hearing Li Congxin's clever answer, the host secretly breathed a sigh of relief before hurriedly asking the question everyone cared about most at that moment. "Mr. Clark, after Doupo Cangqiong ends, do you plan to continue writing novels?"
"I've already come up with two good ideas for my second novel: one in a fantasy style, and the other a science-fiction story. However, I'm still undecided about which one to write first. But by the day Doupo concludes, I should be able to make a choice."
There were four sharp-tongued guest interrogators responsible for asking questions onstage. The four of them took turns bombarding him with all sorts of tricky and bizarre questions, while Li Congxin met hardness with hardness and force with force. In one word: retort!
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