Sun Wu flipped through the accounting ledger under the oil lamp, becoming more and more pleased as he read.
"This scholar surnamed Chen really has some skill. This story he wrote... Oh my, ten taels, thirty taels, fifty taels..."
As his joy grew, his expression gradually darkened: "Such a big sum of silver coins, a ten percent share, more than my ten months' salary. Why should he, a mere impoverished scholar named Chen, get this?
I worked hard planning this book, spoke well of him before the owner, and tried every possible way to promote it in the Prefecture City, yet he simply sits back and enjoys the profits by merely writing a few words."
"This Chen is truly shameless!"
Thinking of this, Sun Wu heavily slammed the ledger in his hand. After slamming it, he picked it up again and shoved it into the bottommost layer of the adjacent bookshelf.
Then, Sun Wu took a blank booklet and began writing casually.
