The book has no strength, the female supporting role just wants to survive

"what?"

Jiang Tunan was stunned. How could he know the content of the novel he wrote?

Wen Zhu, who was sitting opposite, laughed hoarsely a few times and took out a booklet from his arms. It was Jiang Tunan's novel.

"You dropped it outside just now. I just glanced at it casually."

Jiang Tunan recalled that he must have accidentally dropped it when he was reading the farming science book.

"What you said makes sense, but if we don't make that much money in the end, and we have invested manpower and material resources in vain, how do we calculate the loss?"

What does that mean? Does Wen Zhu mean he wants to pay for it and do the work himself?

Jiang Tunan stared at Wen Zhu with a complicated expression. He had indeed not heard of anyone dying recently. It seemed that Zhuying Pavilion had not received any orders during this period, and might be a little short of money?

Wen Zhu didn't know what Jiang Tunan was thinking, but he felt that it was definitely not something good.

"Are you short of money?"

Wen Zhu suddenly spoke.

I don't know why Wen Zhu asked this, but Jiang Tunan still told the truth.

"I have money, but it's not in my pocket right now."

Wen Zhu:......

"One thousand taels a month."

Jiang Tunan was a little confused. Wen Zhu closed his eyes and said calmly,

"If you can earn one thousand taels in a month, this deal will be worth continuing."

"Do I earn it by myself? Isn't that a bit too difficult?"

If I could earn one thousand taels a month by myself, why would I care about you?

"There are many study halls under the name of Zhuying Pavilion. I will give you the right to control one of them for one month. If you can make that study hall earn 1,000 taels by selling your books within a month, you will be considered successful."

"a man of his words!"

Wen Zhu opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Tunan, saying word by word,

"It's a word."

Jiang Tunan was still dizzy even after leaving Zhuying Pavilion. Was he successful like this?

"Miss! Are you okay?"

Chunhua had been waiting outside the door of Zhuying Pavilion and was relieved to see Jiang Tunan come out safe and sound.

"I'm fine, Chunhua, we have things to do!"

Chunhua's eyes are full of joy,

"Miss, did Master Wen Zhu agree to your request?"

"That's right!"

Jiang Tunan's eyes sparkled.

"Now let's hurry back home. I want to write 100 chapters today!"

Wen Zhu only gave her one month, which included the time for preliminary preparations, so the actual sales period was less than one month, and she had to speed up.

"Help! Someone save my child!"

There was a commotion in the distance, and Jiang Tunan's attention was immediately drawn there.

"What happened?"

Chunhua also looked at the crowd in the distance curiously.

"It seems something happened over there. Miss, let's go back quickly. Didn't you say you had to finish your script?"

Jiang Tunan was hesitant. Although she had said that the most important thing now was to finish her script, if she didn't watch the fun, she would feel like ants crawling on her body.

"It's okay, it won't take a moment!"

Jiang Tunan had already walked towards the Xiao Mansion, but the noise of the crowd behind her seemed to tickle her heart. Before Chunhua could react, Jiang Tunan turned around and ran away.

Chunhua: Sometimes being a young lady’s maid feels quite helpless.

Jiang Tunan ran into the crowd and squeezed towards the center.

"Make way, make way, don't step on my feet!"

Jiang Tunan tried hard to look forward, but two middle-aged women were holding her from both sides, making it impossible for her to move.

"Yo, what's going on?"

"I heard that the son of the wonton stand owner had a date pit stuck in his throat."

"Then take out the pit quickly. I just saw that child's face is purple."

"It's been a while since I took it out. All the neighbors have gone there, but they still haven't taken it out."

So that's how it is, Jiang Tunan thought, if the date pit cannot be taken out, the child may suffocate to death.

In a situation like this, it is best to use the Heimlich maneuver first, but the people here probably don't understand what the Heimlich maneuver is.

"Let me take a look. I'm a doctor."

A clear male voice came from the side, and a man in his twenties walked up calmly and placed his two fingers on the child's left wrist.

Jiang Tunan:? The person is about to choke to death, and you are still here taking his pulse!

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Tunan pushed the man away and stood behind the child. He clenched a fist with one hand and pressed the palm of his fist inward between the child's navel and ribs. He clenched his other hand into a fist and quickly thrust his hands upward at a 45-degree angle.

Finally, the child spat out the pit with a "wow". After spitting out the pit, the child's complexion gradually returned to normal.

"thanks, thanks!"

The child's mother immediately knelt down and kowtowed, Jiang Tunan waved his hand,

"Easy to do."

The people around applauded.

Just when Jiang Tunan was about to leave, the man called Jiang Tunan.

"Miss, may I ask you what method you just used?"

"The Heimlich maneuver is used when someone is choking."

“It’s so magical.”

The man in front of him looked curious and asked again,

"My name is Wen Yinzhi. May I ask your name, young lady?"

"My name is Jiang Tunan."

Wen Yinzhi felt a little sorry.

"It's all thanks to the girl, otherwise, because of my mistake, I'm afraid a life would be lost."

Jiang Tunan said very seriously,

"As a doctor, if you don't have the ability to handle an emergency, don't step forward easily. Otherwise, it will delay the rescue time of other capable people and make the patient miss the opportunity."

Wen Yinzhi nodded repeatedly.

"The girl is right."

"Miss, I finally found you!"

Chunhua was panting. There were just too many people there. She had been following Jiang Tunan, but someone came out of nowhere and pushed her away. When she looked again, Jiang Tunan had disappeared, making it so difficult for her to find him.

"Eh? Miss, why are you crying?"

"Huh? I cried?"

Jiang Tunan reached out to wipe his face, only to find it was covered in tears.

A clean handkerchief was handed to Jiang Tunan. It was Wen Yinzhi's handkerchief.

"Thank you."

Jiang Tunan turned her back and wiped her tears, but she felt strange in her heart. She clearly didn't feel anything, and why was she crying?

"Master Wen, I will return the handkerchief to you after I wash it. Where do you live?"

"This handkerchief is just an ordinary one. Miss Jiang can just throw it away after using it. You don't have to return it."

Wen Yinzhi smiled and acted humble and polite.

"Little Divine Doctor Wen! So you are here! Come with me quickly, the person is still waiting!"

A middle-aged man came running in panic, his head covered in sweat.

"Miss Jiang, I have something else to do. I'll take my leave now."

Jiang Tunan nodded and watched Wen Yinzhi leave.

"Little Divine Doctor Wen? Wen Yinzhi?"

"Miss.."

"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking."

Chunhua nodded and said, "Okay, Miss wants to have a barbecue."

Jiang Tunan suddenly realized.

"I know, this Wen Yinzhi must be related to Divine Doctor Wen!"

Chunhua has a small head and a lot of doubts.

"Miss, Master Wen is the apprentice of the genius doctor Wen Zhaowen."

"what?"

"Don't you know?"

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Chunhua feels wronged,

"You just said you wanted to grill, not think."

Jiang Tunan took a deep breath. Just looking at Wen Yinzhi's unreliable look, could it be that he was the one who killed Prince Dayin?