The son-in-law of a prosperous family

Wu Chengen is now in high spirits. You should know that more than ten days ago, he was still a poor scholar who had difficulty in making ends meet.

But who could have imagined that more than ten days later he was living in the best inn in the city, with the best room on the upper floor, and eating the best food and wine, and all this was thanks to his name.

Wu Chengen, Wu Chengen?

Haha, his grandfather who died early was indeed good at naming.

He had also inquired about it early on, and no one knew who the real Wu Cheng'en was. Moreover, even if the real owner came out to expose him, it would not matter, as he had already made a lot of money by using his illness as an excuse.

At worst, you can just take those banknotes and move to another place and still live a happy life.

"Mr. Wu, what would you like to order this morning?" The waiter came forward with a flattering look on his face and asked respectfully.

Wu Chengen looked a little tired. He asked casually, "What's delicious this morning?"

"Eight Treasures Jade Porridge, Exquisite Jade Buns, Purple Gold Ruyi Cake, Peach Blossom Shortbread, Lotus Egg Custard, Biluochun Tea Snacks, Amber Preserved Fruit." The waiter read out a long list of dishes and asked with a smile, "What would you like to eat, Mr. Wu?"

Wu Chengen opened his folding fan, waved it in a self-conscious manner, and said in a thoughtful tone: "I want both!"

The waiter was surprised for a moment, but soon returned to normal. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll serve you the food right away."

"No hurry, I dreamed about Eight Treasure Duck last night, bring me another one."

The waiter was a bit embarrassed. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Wu, our inn doesn't provide Eight Treasure Duck in the morning. It's not that we don't want to provide it, but the chef hasn't made it yet. Eight Treasure Duck is very complicated to make, and it will be almost noon by the time it's done."

Wu Chengen's face immediately darkened. It was so annoying. He just wanted to eat eight-treasure duck. Why was it so difficult?

But he did not make things difficult for the waiter, as he knew that doing so would be useless.

"Then once the Eight Treasure Duck is ready, send one up to me right away."

The waiter nodded and asked tentatively, "Mr. Wu, are you still going to keep the accounts?"

Wu Chengen nodded: "Keep the account!"

Anyway, there will be book lovers rushing to help him pay the bill.

The waiter replied yes and went downstairs to do something. But as soon as he turned around, the smile on his face faded.

Things that are not on the table!

Wu Chengen returned to his room leisurely, in a very good mood. The good life he has now is something he had never dared to imagine before. Before, he did not even dare to step into this inn, for fear of seeing the waiter's disgusted look.

But now... people treat him as a guest of honor.

"Grandfather, I didn't expect that you would still be able to protect your grandson after your death. Don't worry, your grandson will definitely not let you down. I will go to burn paper money with you in two days!"

"My grandson can enjoy the good life up there thanks to your protection, so I certainly can't let you live in poverty down there."

Soon, there was a knock on Wu Chengen's door.

Not bad, breakfast was prepared quite quickly.

"Enter!"

The waiter rushed in. In fact, even if Wu Chengen hadn't called him in, he would have rushed in too.

Wu Chengen frowned: "What are you doing so rashly? You're disturbing my ears!"

The waiter rolled his eyes in his heart but still looked respectful, though with a hint of eagerness in his respect.

"Mr. Wu, there is a group of scholars looking for you downstairs!"

Hearing this, Wu Chengen showed a bit of pride on his face: "Don't book fans come to see me every day? What's the big deal? Are you still not used to it?"

"no the same!"

"What's the difference?"

"The scholars who came today looked at me with bad eyes!"

Wu Chengen didn't believe it at all: "How could his eyes be unkind? They were clearly blazing. You haven't read much, so it's normal that you have no culture!"

Waiter:......

Where on earth did this weird thing come from?

To be honest, he really doesn't want to serve anymore!

So annoying!

However, he was an extremely professional waiter, and he just smiled when he heard this: "Maybe I described it wrong, why don't you go and see it yourself, Mr. Wu?"

"Of course I have to go and see it!"

Those are his bread and butter, he must please them.

Wu Chengen stood up, fanned himself, and went downstairs looking very dashing.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw a large group of people standing downstairs.

Wu Chengen was a little surprised. Is he so famous now?

Very good, very good!

If he could get the most out of each of them, he would be extremely rich.

Wu Chengen was immersed in a beautiful fantasy and didn't notice that everyone was looking at him in a strange way. When he went downstairs, someone immediately asked, "Wu Chengen, tell me the truth. Did you write Journey to the West?"

It was not until this time that Wu Chengen realized that something seemed wrong and things seemed a little different from what he had expected.

"What do you mean?" he asked instead of answering.

Has it been exposed?

It was exposed so early, and he hadn't accumulated enough money yet.

"You know what I mean. The reason why the latest volume of Journey to the West was not updated today is because you pretended to be Mr. Wu Chengen, so Mr. Wu Chengen was angry."

So that's how it is. Wu Chengen calmed down and asked, "Did he tell you in person?"

The scholar was stunned and said, "No, it's a note written by Mr. Wu Cheng'en."

Hearing this, Wu Chengen just laughed. He felt that he could hide the truth again this time.

"Since he didn't tell you in person, why do you think he wrote the note?"

"This……"

What he said really makes sense and it is impossible to refute it.

"That's what Mr. Shu said."

Wu Chengen continued to argue: "Did Mr. Shu say that this was given to him personally by Mr. Wu Chengen?"

Not really!

The expression on the scholar's face darkened for a moment.

What else did Wu Chengen not understand? He really wanted to put on a smug smile: "No way? If it's not possible, then it doesn't mean that the note was written by Mr. Wu Chengen himself, because I didn't write it. It must be a prank by someone!"

"Since I didn't write it, what's written on the note is nonsense!"

The people present had different thoughts. Some felt that what Wu Chengen said made sense, but others felt that he was being sophistry. But no matter which one it was, today's mystery was destined to remain unsolved.

The scholar was powerless to refute, so he could only change the subject: "Okay, okay, you said you are Wu Cheng'en, so let me ask you, why? Why is Journey to the West not being updated?"

Wu Chengen lied without hesitation: "I think everyone knows that I was not feeling well recently and I really don't have the energy to continue writing books."

"However, Wu hereby assures you that within a month at most, you will be able to see the latest volume of Journey to the West!"