Mandy muttered to herself,

"I really don't know what you think? I don't want to be interviewed by the media, I don't even have a photo of you on the Internet, I don't even have a few personal profiles, and it's really rare for a popular writer to be as mysterious and low-key as you. By the way, I've always wondered why you have to find someone to tell you a story every weekend?"

"It's not like you've forced it. After signing the contract, the boss asked me to submit at least four novels a year, please, I have to write one every three months on average, where did I get so much inspiration?"

"I'm learning from my predecessor Pu Songling, do you know? "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" was collected and sorted out by him based on the stories told by others, which is called absorbing the strengths of others. Mandy nodded,

"That's right!" she began to look at the photos with interest, like a fortune teller who gave people faces, and suddenly she patted my arm excitedly,

"Look at this, this beard, the vicissitudes of life, at first glance, he is a person with a story! And this, this fat man, you can ask him why he eats so fat, maybe there is a sad story in this!" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes to the sky, and reached out to her,

"Give me the picture!" I put the photo on the table, closed my eyes and pulled three of them, and without looking at who it was, I handed it to Mandy,

"Just the three of them! Saturday afternoon at two o'clock in the same café as last time, bring a few books I signed to give them!"

"Miss, you are really powerful, you can decide such a complicated matter by lot. Fortunately, it's not a blind date, otherwise it's too casual!"

"No, no," I corrected, following Mandy's usual tone, waving a finger in front of her eyes,

"It's not random, it's called providence!"

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