When other people's divided souls left for three days, they spent that time cultivating on autopilot.
When Chu Ge left for three days, he spent that time writing on autopilot.
Actually, Qiu Wuji thought writing dogs had it pretty rough.
The dim-witted child clattered away at the keyboard and uploaded each chapter as soon as he finished it, like a robot. Qiu Wuji had to physically pin down his mouse and hold back some of his work every day to build a backlog, or this feeble intelligence would have uploaded everything he wrote while spending every minute outside of meals typing away.
How much writing was that?!
Now they had at least ten or twenty thousand words saved up. Chu Ge came out of the shower, took a look, and beamed. "A wonderful wife! A real assistant! You're getting a raise!"
"No need." Hugging the big teddy bear, Qiu Wuji leaned lazily against the sofa and watched TV. "You don't have much money left now anyway. Check whether that copyright payment has arrived. Once it does, you need to give Old Zhu the money to start the company, and keep some of the rest for employee salaries and operating costs... You thought you were rich, but you're still practically naked."
"Oh, the comic's doing pretty well. We'll make our money back. Besides, the company has other comics running, so those will bring returns too. The money just hasn't come back in that quickly." Chu Ge plopped down beside her and grinned. "Huh, you understand a bit of this stuff now?"
"While you were being a writing machine these past few days, I went to the company every day. Luckily, Mengmeng knows quite a lot, or I really would have been completely lost. This is very different from running a sect..."