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"Alright, alright, brother, I don't have time to joke around with you anymore."
Li Hong's expression darkened; he couldn't believe that Wu Cheng'en actually doubted him!
"I've already told you, come with me to a world hundreds of years in the future. Your Journey to the West is being trampled upon, and you need to protect it."
"What exactly are you?" After listening to Li Hong's ramblings, Wu Cheng'en couldn't help but ask.
How could this person know so much about events hundreds of years from now?
It wasn't that Wu Cheng'en didn't believe him; anyone else in his position would likely feel the same way.
Although the Great Meng Dynasty didn't have any concept of time machines yet, the idea of time travel was already well-formed. However, convincing Wu Cheng'en would still be quite a challenge.
"Alright, you don't need to understand all that. Let me ask you this: your work is being trampled by later generations; how do you feel about that?" Li Hong knew that discussing time travel with someone from ancient times was like playing music to a cow.
It would be simpler just to abduct him and take him to the first century; then he would understand.
So, Li Hong was too lazy to waste more words on Wu Cheng'en. Right now, the most important thing was Wu Cheng'en's attitude.
If he showed indifference towards the alterations made to Journey to the West, then Li Hong wouldn't need to abduct him. After all, one Wu Cheng'en wasn't particularly important; what mattered was his role.
The adaptations of Journey to the West had affected the entire entertainment industry. If Wu Cheng'en were to run rampant in modern times, he would surely cause chaos.
Sweet Potato Films was an entity without any works; they wouldn't be implicated and might even benefit from it.
Thus, Li Hong began to entertain the idea of bringing Wu Cheng'en into the modern era.
His goal was always to make Wu Cheng'en bite someone! As for the targets, well, there were plenty to choose from.
If Wu Cheng'en was unwilling to cooperate, that would be a problem.
"I don't know what kind of situation you're talking about, but I can guess that someone has turned Journey to the West into something similar to Peking Opera, right?" Wu Cheng'en frowned and pressed on.
Li Hong nodded. Indeed, film and television dramas shared a similar format with Peking Opera.
"In that case, it depends on how well it's adapted. If the audience is satisfied, then that's fine. But if they're not, how could I possibly let them off the hook?" At this point, a fierce glint flashed in Wu Cheng'en's eyes.
This was Wu Cheng'en's consistent attitude; he preferred not to speak much. If the adaptation was good, he would tacitly accept it, but if it was a mess, he would certainly be angry.
Li Hong's eyes lit up; yes, this was the attitude he wanted!
"Good! Follow me."
As he spoke, Li Hong purchased a time-travel ticket and pulled the astonished Wu Cheng'en back into Sweet Potato Film Company.
Looking at the rapidly changing scenery and all sorts of novel things, Wu Cheng'en was momentarily stunned.
After a while, he cautiously asked, "Where is this? Why does it look so strange?"
"This is hundreds of years into the future! Hey, what the hell? Where are you going?"
Before Li Hong could finish his sentence, he saw Wu Cheng'en turn around and walk away.
“Is this some kind of sleight of hand? How dare you think that hundreds of years later, I, Wu, have never encountered a traveling artisan?”
Wu Cheng'en said as he walked toward the outer wall of Li Hong's office.
Since Sweet Potato Films was located in a tall building, and Li Hong's office was at the very edge, there was a massive glass curtain wall for viewing the scenery below.
To Wu Cheng'en, that glass curtain wall seemed to be the flaw in the illusion before him. If he could just peel away that glass wall, he would return to the familiar Great Meng Dynasty.
With a dismissive attitude, Wu Cheng'en quickly approached the glass curtain wall and reached out to grab it.
Huh, it's slippery!
He tried again!
Still couldn’t get a grip!
At that moment, Wu Cheng'en realized something was off.
Those traveling artisans wouldn’t have access to such high-end materials. The best they could manage would be a simple piece of cloth.
At this point, Wu Cheng'en instinctively glanced down and was instantly terrified, his mind reeling.
What the hell, where is this…
Wu Cheng'en couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the height of the twelve-story building; the visual impact was too much for someone like him, an old relic from another time.
As he stood there, shivering and trembling, Li Hong approached him and patted his shoulder. "So, do you believe me now?" he asked.
"No, no, no! You can't trick me! I won't fall for it!" Wu Cheng'en shook his head vigorously, his voice filled with panic.
Li Hong's hand hovered in the air, unsure of what to say next.
If you don't believe me, that's fine, but stop shaking your legs!
Alright, time to bring out something impressive!
...
As the sun began to set, Li Hong emerged from a bathhouse with a beaming Wu Cheng'en by his side.
With an arm around Wu Cheng'en's shoulders, Li Hong asked with a smile, "So, do you believe me now?"
"Yes, yes, you're right. This is indeed hundreds of years later."
After touring the skyscrapers and experiencing a Great Sword session with Li Hong, Wu Cheng'en was now completely convinced by his words.
"How was it just now? Comfortable?" Li Hong leaned in and whispered.
Wu Cheng'en's face flushed as he replied, "It was comfortable, but why didn't you let me..."
"Cough, cough..." Li Hong suddenly felt an internal injury.
Whoever thinks ancient people are simple, Li Hong could slap them to death!
Have you ever seen an ancient person go to take a bath and catch the cashier groping around? They keep asking if there are any guests tonight; if not, they would book the whole place.
"Cough, cough, don't mess with people. This is the True Scripture's Great Sword Club, not that kind of place."
Honestly, if Li Hong hadn't dragged Wu Cheng'en away in time, he would have doubted whether that guy would have forced himself on someone.
Hearing Li Hong's explanation, Wu Cheng'en asked in confusion, "Why is that? This is a place for seeking pleasure; why can't I... cough, cough!"
"That's because such places don't engage in that kind of business. Not every girl in your brothel sells her body!"
"Oh, I see."
Wu Cheng'en looked enlightened and regretfully said, "It seems I was presumptuous; I didn't expect that lady to be one who performs without selling herself. I apologize for my misunderstanding."
Of course, the cashier doesn't sell herself!
Li Hong couldn't be bothered to correct Wu Cheng'en's understanding. Let him interpret it however he wanted.
The Great Sword also invited him; now it was time for Li Hong to do some work.
"Come on, follow me to a place." Grabbing Wu Cheng'en, Li Hong headed towards Zhang Yi's residence.
When the two arrived at Zhang Yi's Law Firm, Zhang Yi was just pulling down the roller shutter, intending to go home and sleep.
...
His eyes continuously scanned Li Hong and the nearby Wu Cheng'en, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.
"You're not joking, are you?"
Li Hong looked serious, pointing at Wu Cheng'en and said, "I brought him here; how could this be a joke?"
Zhang Yi frowned, his face filled with anger as he replied curtly, "What have you been doing all night? Can't you just focus on writing your Loser book? You drag an old man here—this is Wu Cheng'en from hundreds of years ago—and expect me to help him with a lawsuit? Do you really think your head is clear?"
Li Hong rolled his eyes and once again put on a serious face. "Great lawyer, I don't have time for jokes! This is real!"
Then, Li Hong turned to the distracted Wu Cheng'en. "Old Wu, say something!"
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