"We just need to splice those articles into one piece and connect them a little bit in the middle, and it will be a book."

Li Jian widened his eyes: "But, but those lives are all fake."

Gou Zai smiled and said, "Is it fake? Who knows? As long as the general says it is true, who can refute it?"

"Is there anyone who knows your life better than you, General?"

Li Jian was almost angry: "The articles in your general's tabloid are completely slandering me. They made me a ridiculous and embarrassing person."

"Why should I admit that it was my autobiography? I'm going to die. Do you have to gain such a reputation?"

Gou Zaigan coughed and said to Li Jian: "General, this is your fault. Think about it, do you think that if you don't admit it, the people will not think so?"

Li Jian was stunned.

Gou Zai said again: "What is the use of a false reputation behind you? Can it be eaten as a meal? If we write it in truth, how the general works hard to kill the enemy, how loyal and patriotic the country."

"But the people don't like to read such stories. In the end, your book is not even enough to print. After you make a comeback, what will your orphan and widowed mother live on?"

After a while, Li Jian was silent.

Gou Zai said earnestly: "So, our book must be written more excitingly and more attention-oriented. In this way, the people will buy books and like to read them."

Li Jian's lips moved, and then said, "But...but."

Gou Zai sighed: "Forget it, if the general insists on disagreeing, then forget it. Let's say goodbye."

Gou Zai turned around and was about to leave.

Li Jian called him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, I agree."

Gou Zai smiled and took out a piece of paper from his body: "Since that's the case, general, please press a handprint, right?"

This is an authorization agreement.

Li Jian looked at it roughly and felt that the content was a bit harsh, but... he was already dead and didn't care anymore.

Gou Zai said again: "General, if we write you more tragic, do you agree or not? At that time, you can divide your share by a little more, 40%."

Li Jian agreed.

After all, the first step has been taken, and the rest is easy to say.

Gou Zai told Li Jian about his plan again.

Once this book is released, it will definitely be sold. But over time, the people will definitely get used to it.

By then, Mr. Fu Yao should have come back. After Mr. Fu Yao returns, Li Jian will definitely be killed.

And Li Jian's death will definitely cause a sensation among the people.

By then, this book will be sold for the second wave.

Li Jian was amazed and said involuntarily: "Mr. Gou, you really deserve your name."

Gou Zai left excitedly with the contract.

The book was formed faster than he thought and was written that night.

It was written in the first person, and it looked like Li Jian’s self-inflicted letter.

Since Li Jian's childhood, he has been writing until he has resigned from his post.

Adding fuel to it, he portrayed Li Jian as a vulgar and unkind person.

The title of the book is also very nice, called: First half of life.

After the manuscript was completed, Gou Zai gave a generous gift to the publishing room and arranged the review of the manuscript to the front.

Printing will start immediately after the review is approved.

On the third day, it started selling on the streets of Xianyang.

It was exactly the same as Gou Zai expected, and the book was released, which caused a rush to buy it.

Countless people want to see what Li Jian’s life is like.

Li Jian naturally knew the sales of this book. After all, Gou Zai came to report the good news every day and told Li Jian how much money he could get.

When Li Jian thought about the wealth, he felt very comforted and felt that he had given an explanation to his relatives.

But when I think about the contents of the book, I feel trembling in my heart and just want to die quickly.

Finally, Mr. Fu Yao returned to Xianyang City.

Li Jian breathed a sigh of relief and could finally take off the burden on his shoulders.

He took a shower and changed his clothes, washed his neck and waited for him to be arrested.

I waited for a day, but there was no movement.

I waited for two days and there was no movement.

After waiting for five days, there was still no movement.

Li Jian couldn't wait any longer.

Death is not scary, it is scary only when it is death.

He sent a family member to Shangjun Villa.

The family went there for three hours and came back when it was getting dark.

As soon as he saw Li Jian, he happily reported the good news: "Congratulations to the master, congratulations to the master."

Li Jian asked excitedly, "Are you going to kill me finally?"

The family said, "That's not the case. The exiled immortal said that he saw that his master was a little pitiful, so he helped others to plead with mercy. Mr. Fu Yao was generous and decided to forgive his master's faults and not pursue it."

"That is, the master doesn't have to die."

After hearing this, Li Jian sat blankly on the ground.

After a while, he raised his head, and said with a smile: "I don't have to die? Is this a good thing? But those books outside... I'm so bad as to die."
Chapter completed!