Poor People Aren't Allowed to Write Novels!

Lin Zhixia was born in the mountains, with nothing to his name. Every day, he walked five kilometers to school. After studying himself to the bone and getting into University A, he started writing novels on the side to earn tuition money. After carefully researching the subject, he decided to create a domineering CEO who could command the wind and rain, and launch a battle for dominance in the city. In his eyes, the richest man in City A, Mr. Gu, would humiliate cannon fodder at auctions and casually bid over a hundred million, drive a Ferrari, and travel by private jet... As for the other details, they weren't important. He never expected the dimensional barrier to break without a sound. And so... The real richest man in City A, Gu Jingyan, suddenly found himself being controlled by some mysterious force. His assistant stared in stunned disbelief at the presidential suite that had appeared out of nowhere at the All Seasons Hotel. "...Are we really staying here?" The secretary, exhausted from coordinating flight routes, was completely fed up. "Mr. Gu, flight plans have to be submitted for approval a day in advance..." His sworn enemy laughed mockingly. "Who goes to an auction in person to bid? Hahaha... What kind of junk did you buy for a hundred million?" The driver looked at the Ferrari with no back seat and hesitated. "Sir... which back seat would you like to sit in?" Gu Jingyan was starting to get used to it. "I'll... sit in the trunk." On a bitterly cold winter's day, the home's central heating suddenly turned into electric blankets. Doubting their safety, Mr. Gu had no choice but to wrap himself tightly in a quilt. The next morning, Gu Jingyan couldn't stop sneezing. Under the butler's puzzled gaze, he had no choice but to explain, "It's gotten cold..." And so, a certain company belonging to someone surnamed Wang went bankrupt. Gu Jingyan was bewildered and impressed. ...That was amazing. In the end, the thoroughly tormented Mr. Gu still turned on the electric blanket. Fortunately, after going through countless hardships, Gu Jingyan finally found the person responsible. "Lin Zhixia, is it? I finally found you..." Lin Zhixia rubbed his eyes, stunned. "No way! The dimensional barrier broke?! How did Mr. Gu, who was still dominating City A in my novel, come out of the book?!" Then Lin Zhixia saw his Mr. Gu, eyes red, grab him by the collar and pin him in a corner. Lin Zhixia frantically backed away. Something was wrong, very wrong. Was Mr. Gu going to pin him against the wall and kiss him? Gu Jingyan's voice was hoarse. "You..." The CEO had caught a chill, so he had to clear his throat. Lin Zhixia was bewildered. "Me?" The hoarse voice matched, but I'd written a story about urban power struggles, not a CEO romance for Jinjiang! Gu Jingyan gritted his teeth. "No more writing novels!" Lin Zhixia: "Huh?" "But..." Lin Zhixia tugged at the collar Gu Jingyan was clutching. "Why is your nose bleeding?" Gu Jingyan: "..." "The electric blanket made me overheated." Theme: Respect every way of life