Chu Tiange and the others looked thoughtful. They all felt that the Heavenly Dao's words did have a certain grandeur.
Writing a book was an enormous hassle, but the authority it conferred really was badass. No one could erase it.
The more famous it became, the harder it was to erase. Even if capitalists won a lawsuit and seized the copyright, people would still recognize the author. That was why Chu Ge needed the world at large to accept this book. One major key to that was the author's power to define the book.
But somehow, although the Heavenly Dao's words were perfectly serious and reasonably impressive, Qiu Wuji's pretty face was bright red, and she was secretly pinching his waist.
Looking at Chu Ge sitting so stiffly upright, his face turning green as he struggled to hold it in, what were these two doing...?
"We're in a meeting. Behave..." Chu Ge pressed down on Qiu Wuji's slender hand and begged softly, "You can prop them up again when we get home tonight. Business first, business first."
Qiu Wuji gritted her teeth. "Prop what up again? Where do you want to prop them?"
It's over. Qiu Qiu's mind is dirtier than mine now. Chu Ge covered his face.
Would those long legs look better propped on my shoulders in white stockings or black?
Wait, no. Qiu Qiu hasn't said anything this time. I'm the one with the dirty mind...
"Father God? Father God?" Dabei waved a hand in front of him. "We're still waiting for you to give us the broad outline."
"Uh... oh! Ahem."
Qiu Wuji quickly withdrew her hand, and Chu Ge sat up straight. "So those were the causes leading up to this. Do you all understand?"
Everyone gave him a sidelong look. "Yes. Your wife beat