So, unless you're close enough to share underwear, no one would spend this much effort teaching someone to write.
"Well, then just don't find one. Right now, it's you who needs me, not me who needs you. It's a buyer's market, you get that?"
The Tentacle Monster said smugly.
"Damn, you creatives sure have a better head on your shoulders than us screw turners."
Liu Zheng grumbled.
"Exactly. So, can you do it?"
The Tentacle Monster looked at him with a challenging gaze.
"Can I? I can do more than you think I can."
He sneered.
"But let's get this straight — there's no way I'll teach you hand-in-hand; at most, I can give you an opportunity to become my disciple."
Liu Zheng said.
"And you think I would like to sign off on your delivery for that? No way."
The Tentacle Monster flatly refused.
"What if it's a Platinum Author?"
"Not even if... wait, what author did you just say?"
The Tentacle Monster suddenly looked at him.
"Platinum Author, and an active one at that."
