Tong Sanlang raised his eyebrows, "If you ask me, you might as well write storybooks."
"Storybooks?"
"Yeah, didn't you always say there's too little entertainment here? Now that Mahjong and Fight the Landlord have appeared, why not write some storybooks to put in Jiwei Residence and have a special storytelling stage there? Wouldn't that attract people more than a VIP card?"
"Ah?" Qiao Xiaomai's eyes widened upon hearing this, and her smile froze, "You want me to write books?"
"Haven't you watched a lot of TV dramas? Just adapt one, and it could sweep through Daqi, right?"
Qiao Xiaomai blinked, and in the midst of this conversation, a new way to make money was born?
Suddenly she felt as if there were gold mines everywhere, just waiting for her to dig!
But for her to write storybooks, that was a field she had never touched!
"This... my writing is not good."
If she wrote a novel, it would be just like Yang Ye's letters, all casual and colloquial.
No one would buy such things.
