Lin Chuan laughed, looking at Yu Keke, "President Yu's proficiency in Chinese is very high, already enough to write a novel."
"I grew up in the country from a young age," Yu Keke said with a candid smile.
Lin Chuan suddenly realized, "No wonder, my understanding of novels is not very deep, but after hitting the streets for quite a while and reading quite a few books, I should be able to talk theory pretty well."
"Director Lin is being modest."
Yu Keke said with a smile, "Actually, I've already written the opening 20,000 words for a male-oriented urban genre. I'm taking the opportunity today to ask you to have a look."
Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, "You've already written it?"
Yu Keke nodded, "Yes, shall I send it to you now?"
"Sure," Lin Chuan nodded.
The two added each other as friends, and Yu Keke sent the 20,000-word opening to Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan rarely let readers see his drafts; he always felt his own level wasn't enough.
