He Zhuo didn't listen because he needed the money.
He made a rough calculation, if he writes nine thousand words daily, he can earn thirty to forty thousand in manuscript fees a month.
Now, he's doubling his updates, so next month, he can earn seventy to eighty thousand.
At least it's enough to pay off debts.
Besides, it's not like he's finishing this novel and has nothing more to write.
He has another even better, more explosive book in hand.
Editor: "... Big guy, do you want to work on two books? I suggest you not do that!"
The editor saw He Zhuo's reply and felt more and more that this newcomer is unreliable.
The editor worried that He Zhuo's greed might cause problems, but He Zhuo blamed the editor for meddling too much.
He insisted on publishing the new book, and guaranteed, "Bro, don't worry, even if I start a new book, it won't affect the updates of the old one!"
Editor: ...
