Dong An pondered the meanings of these words, but couldn't figure out how they related to his commission.
Even if text could cross through time, it still couldn't unravel his confusion.
How did the long-deceased Wei Gu steal his unfinished work?
To put it bluntly, even if Wei Gu's descendants spent all their wealth on this matter, it would still be impossible to steal his work.
Because Wei Gu's work is identical to his final draft, and when "Blooming Woods" was published, he hadn't even finished editing it.
Everything pointed to the same conclusion—it was he, Dong An, who plagiarized Wei Gu's work.
He of course knew he hadn't copied.
Could it be a coincidence?
Dong An didn't believe so. If the plot resembled or some paragraphs were identical, it might be considered a coincidence, but the whole book, word for word!
Absolutely not a coincidence!
While Dong An was deep in thought, a man dressed in black with a red tie approached the sofa.