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"You are really a good storyteller!" I praised. I am Ai Takeuchi, a little-known author of unpopular novels. The person in front of me is Mr. Cao Yuefeng, a retired police officer. "I don't think this is very good." Cao Yuefeng smiled. "I have nothing to write now." I sighed. "No way." Cao Yuefeng drank all the coffee in the cup. "Can I..." I asked tentatively. "Of course," Cao Yuefeng replied readily, "You can use it to write a novel, it'll be fine." "Thank you very much!" I stood up and bowed to express my thanks. "Then shall I settle the bill first?" Cao Yuefeng nodded, and I turned and walked towards the cashier. "But..." Cao Yuefeng suddenly spoke again, "Who told you that sundry class is just a story?" I stood there, sweat dripping from my back.