Absolutely a Masterpiece

"A masterpiece, this is absolutely a masterpiece."

Meng Fei was incredibly excited. How long had it been—one year, three years, or perhaps five? He couldn't even remember the last time he had read such an erotic novel.

He suffered from that certain type of dysfunction—medically speaking, an incurable condition—but after reading this novel, he actually felt a stirring, unable to stop himself. If this wasn't a masterpiece, then what was?

"Sign him, I must sign him immediately." Meng Fei couldn't help but clench his fists. If he didn't sign such a masterpiece right away, he feared he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The writing skill was terrifying; it delved deep into the human heart, as if the events were unfolding right before his eyes. This was writing skill that bordered on the divine.

Whoever could write such a work had to be a master-level figure. He had watched countless films year-round and possessed rich clinical experience; could it be that the master Jia Zhiwei had personally taken up the pen again?

Thinking of this, he immediately checked the author's contact information and profile, only to be stunned. The person who wrote this work wasn't some master, but an eighteen-year-old high school student.

Since when did high school students have such literary prowess, capable of writing a master-level work? Meng Fei couldn't believe his eyes. He checked repeatedly before finally confirming it.

Because this was information filled out by the author himself, and it had been verified by his national ID, it was impossible for it to be fake.

"It's real. This is absolutely a genius writer, a rising star. He might even surpass the achievements of Master Jia Zhiwei." Meng Fei couldn't help but grow excited. Ignoring the late hour, he immediately added the author's Penguin account.

Ding. The friend request was accepted instantly.

"Did it go through?"

Meng Fei was overjoyed and immediately initiated a video call. Soon, an image appeared on the other side: a young man with a youthful face wearing white casual clothes.

"May I ask if you are Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf?" he asked cautiously.

The young man was stunned; he hadn't expected anyone to call him "Teacher," but he quickly reacted: "That's right, I am the author who just submitted the manuscript, Black-Hearted Wolf. My real name is Xia Ping."

"That's wonderful."

Meng Fei smiled: "I've read your novel, and I personally think very highly of it. I wonder if you would be willing to sign with Penguin? I guarantee you the strongest promotion to make your novel an overnight success."

He was full of confidence. Even a veteran like him had been stirred to such a degree just by reading the opening; if a novel like this didn't become a hit, it would be a crime against heaven.

"Sure, let's sign." Xia Ping nodded in agreement. He had intended to sign with Penguin anyway; after all, this web novel platform was the largest on the entire Yanhuang Planet. If it became a hit, the returns would be maximized.

"That's great. This is our Penguin contract. It's a standard agreement that every author signs with us. I believe it won't let you down, Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf." Meng Fei immediately sent a contract over the network: "If you agree, just sign it."

In this day and age, paper contracts had been phased out. Signing directly online using one's ID chip carried full legal weight.

"Fine." Xia Ping glanced at it casually and signed. He had looked into Penguin before; it was the largest site in the industry and had no major scandals, making it trustworthy.

Seeing the contract signed, Meng Fei was overjoyed and his attitude became even more enthusiastic: "Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf, do you have any stockpiled chapters? If so, please publish them as soon as possible. Once you reach 100,000 words, I will arrange a promotion for you immediately."

In truth, novels were the same in any world; if the word count wasn't high enough, there would be fewer readers.

"I don't have any stockpiled chapters for now, but I can write them out very quickly," Xia Ping said confidently. His body on Yanhuang Planet was many times stronger than on Earth, and his typing speed had increased significantly. He had just tested it and reached 20,000 words per hour—it was simply inhuman.

Of course, this was also because he was merely typing out the text from his mind; he didn't need to think about the plot, as he had the finished product to copy.

"In that case, I look forward to the rest of the story, Teacher Black-Hearted Wolf." Hearing there were no stockpiled chapters, Meng Fei felt very regretful; he wanted to see what happened next.

But if there weren't any, there was nothing he could do.

Next, he and Xia Ping verified the bank account and ID information. After all, this concerned royalties, which was a serious matter that couldn't be handled carelessly.

After the verification was complete, both parties ended the call.

"Haha, a new master of erotic novels is finally going to be born under my watch." Meng Fei was incredibly excited. The sense of achievement in cultivating a top-tier erotic novelist was extraordinary.

In the novel industry, even editors had their track records. If you didn't bring out a few famous authors, no one would believe in your ability.

Once you cultivated a master-level figure, your status in the industry would rise significantly, your salary would skyrocket, and becoming an editor-in-chief wouldn't be impossible.

However, this wasn't the time for Meng Fei to think about such trivial matters. After reading that novel, he felt his body stirring—the fire he hadn't felt in two years had returned.

Ever since that car accident, his family life had nearly fallen apart. He couldn't touch his wife and felt deeply inferior; he was looked down upon by his boss at work and by his wife at home. How miserable that was.

But today, he was going to regain his glory and make that woman beg for mercy.

Meng Fei's eyes burned with a fierce fire. At the same time, he felt moved; this master-level work had saved his life—it was no less than a miracle drug.

Thinking of this, he walked toward his wife's bedroom, radiating unprecedented confidence.

"Finally signed. Now, I just need to keep stockpiling and get the rest of the chapters up." Xia Ping clenched his fists. He planned to write 500,000 words for this novel. At 20,000 words per hour, it would take at least twenty-five hours.

Of course, he still had classes to attend, so he could write at most eight hours a day, meaning it would take about three days.

Some might say that novels often run into the millions of words, so was a mere 500,000 too little? But for erotic novels, 100,000 to 200,000 words was quite normal.

At 500,000 words, it was already a grand epic.

"Right, time to work hard and make money!"

Xia Ping immediately opened his computer and began typing frantically. Before going to sleep, he planned to churn out another few tens of thousands of words.