After that case ended, I didn’t have any business for a long time. Every day, I opened my shop and spent my days leisurely, drinking liquor and reading books to pass the time.

One day, Yin Xinyue approached me. “Brother Zhang, help me a bit here.” 

“What’s going on?” I asked. 

“I have a friend who’s a screenwriter, and he’s been complaining about his writer’s block to me for two days in a row. He told me he has racked his brain for quite a while, but was unable to write a script. Do you have any tricks to help him?” asked Yin Xinyue. 

I frowned and placed the book down.

I then said to Yin Xinyue in a serious voice, “We shouldn’t use otherworldly items casually. Moreover, there’s no pie that randomly falls from the sky. When you receive something, you have to pay an equal price! Even if he can’t write a script, it’s not that serious. He should go out to travel and relax...