Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Once the early results were dissatisfying, he couldn't accept it. He was very likely to just cut it off and start a new book. Unsatisfied again, continue cutting, thus falling into a vicious cycle, back to where he started.

Zhang Yixing, as the chief editor, had a deep understanding of this.

"You're already thinking about securing him a spot for film and TV adaptation recommendations before there's even a hint of success. What if it flops?"

Youyou blinked: "Just read it and you'll see, no one can beat him in this field."

"What field?"

Zhang Yixing's face changed, looking down at the document Youyou had sent, "Last Week's Antique... he has deep expertise in the field of antiques?"

Youyou shook her head, smiling: "I'm not sure about the antiques, but in the realm of crime-themed stories, no one can beat him."

Just like nobody could beat Gao Jin, the God of Gamblers, with the 'dum dum dum' background music going, or defeat a man's past sweetheart in his life, even if the sweetheart herself were present, it couldn't be done.

In the realm of crime themes, Handon, who had come in second place twice, could attest to that.

There, he had decided to release his new book in June, but then thought it over and decided to wait until after Lin Chuan released his, to launch his new book avoiding Lin Chuan.

If I can't confront it, can't I just avoid it?

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Zhang Yixing didn't pay as much attention to Lin Chuan as Youyou did, but now, having talked with Youyou about it, his forehead slightly furrowed, recalling several novels Lin Chuan had written: "You seem to have a point."

"So, can we give the film and TV adaptation recommendation slot to Lin Chuan for 'Last Week's Antique'?" Youyou seized the opportunity to say.

"I haven't read it yet," Chief Editor Zhang Yixing said with an embarrassed smile.

Afterward.

He opened the 'Last Week's Antique.doc' file, and Lin Chuan's novel appeared before his eyes.

'My name is Mr. Lin.'

'I'm honored and respected as a master in the antiques circle, sought after by thousands.'

'But nobody knows I am also the world's most professional master of antique forgery.'

'In my life, I have forged countless antiques, some collected by masters, others highly sought after in the antiques circle. Even the British Museum has my forgeries, displayed in glass cases for people to exhibit and appreciate, feeling their historic charm.'

'Yes, as long as I do not disclose these secrets, these forgeries will be revered as genuine and passed on.'

'True and false, known to no one.'

'Until I saw more and more ordinary people entering the antiques circle, being trapped and cheated, even ruined financially. The entire antiques circle is filled with the vile atmosphere of profit-making through forgery.'

'This is not the scene I wanted to see!'

'I know that if it goes on like this, the antiques circle will completely degrade into a tool for capital profit, utterly losing its original significance.'

'So, I hope to use my life to expose antique forgery, to alert those looking to get into antiques, or who have already done so.'

'...'

Reading this far, Chief Editor Zhang Yixing's brows furrowed deeply, and his expression was complex.

"Chief Editor, is there a problem with how this is starting out?"

Youyou sensed something off about Zhang Yixing's demeanor and asked.

"The schemes in the antiques circle, such a pitfall!" Zhang Yixing exclaimed.

Youyou's mouth fell open slightly, her face registering surprise as she tentatively asked, "Have you been scammed by a scheme?"

Zhang Yixing waved his hands repeatedly in denial: "Not me, I didn't, how could I be scammed?"

"I thought you had been scammed," Youyou said with a laugh.

"Ahem..."

Zhang Yixing's mouth twitched, and he spoke indignantly, "Not me, not me. I have a friend who liked to buy jade and collectibles. Someone introduced him to a Qing Dynasty bowl-shaped porcelain piece, something called the Qing Kangxi Five-colored Fish something Bowl, bought it for two hundred and eighty-eight thousand yuan, but a few days later, my friend discovered it was fake! Damn it!"

"Is it the 'Qing Kangxi Five-colored Fish and Algae Pattern Douli Bowl'?"

Youyou raised an eyebrow slightly, asking.

"Ah, right, right! That's the bowl." Zhang Yixing replied quickly, but then he looked at Youyou and asked, "Youyou, how do you know the name of this bowl?"

"There's nobody else here, you answer my question first," Youyou said with a smile.

"What's the question?"

"The friend who got scammed, was it you?" Youyou asked, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Not me, not me, how could I possibly get scammed?" Zhang Yixing replied sulkily, quickly changing the subject, "Do you also mix in the antiques circle? You even know about the 'Qing Kangxi Five-colored Fish and Algae Pattern Douli Bowl'."

"I'm not involved in the antiques circle, but in Lin Chuan's novel here, it details the perfect method for forging the 'Qing Kangxi Five-colored Fish and Algae Pattern Douli Bowl,' right in these fifty thousand words at the beginning."

Youyou shook her head and pointed the finger at Chief Editor Zhang Yixing's phone.

Hmm?

Zhang Yixing frowned and looked at his phone intently and got deeply engrossed in the opening chapter of Lin Chuan's "Last Week's Antique."

'Lin Family Porcelain was originally a large porcelain workshop in town, well-loved.'

'But then, the son of the Ceramics Association chairman, who had studied abroad, returned with porcelain design ideas very different from mine, but he was more popular in every ceramics art exhibit and competition.'

'Until a certain reception where I spoke out of turn, saying that not a single person in the entire county appreciated his works and was ridiculed by the Ceramics Association chairman's son, resulting in my offending all the major porcelain merchants. The Lin Family Porcelain workshop found itself in a crisis without any buyers, nearly bankrupt.'

'I sat there dumbly in the courtyard of the Lin Family Porcelain workshop, listening to the crisp sound of the few strands of wind chimes hanging from the eaves and looked over at Qing, who had always stuck by me, asking in concern what we would do.'