Young Master, What Are You After?
Although the old Confucian scholar felt it was a bit of a waste of talent, this was already someone else's factory. They could do whatever they wanted.
Besides, they were only printing some illegal publications. They would pay the fees afterward, so overall, the risk was low.
Once he understood, the old Confucian scholar felt that this would work too.
Liu Fugui had previously contacted several Grand Confucians and tentatively settled their publishing intentions, but unfortunately, he had not lived to see the day it came to fruition.
Taking out the list again, the old Confucian scholar reviewed it once more and helped Chen Yu settle on potential candidates.
Chen Yu took out his phone and quickly sent Mr. Yun a message: [Mr. Yun, are you there? I want to pirate your work. Is that okay?]
When Bu Tianque saw this message, she, still in the guest room with Wang Chuyun, lost her composure.
Frowning at the words on the screen, Bu Tianque said unhappily, "Isn't this kid being a little too presumptuous? Couldn't he just do this in secret? Did he have to say it so openly?"
Wang Chuyun merely smiled faintly and said calmly, "It's fine. Being straightforward is good too."
After quickly organizing her wording, Wang Chuyun replied: [Sure, no problem. But I'm not a Grand Confucian. Is that okay?]
Chen Yu: [No problem. Then what do you think would be best to print?]
Mr. Yun: [Anything except the risqué stuff I sent you.]
Chen Yu: [Understood. I also thought that part was problematic. The parts about ruffling hair, lap pillows, and touching earlobes were well written. They portrayed the protagonist's innocent yet restrained feelings toward his girlfriend perfectly—the little conflict of clearly wanting to have a Beastial Outburst, yet stopping