Chapter 154 Thinking of him is fake, wanting to beat him is probably real.

Become a rich woman soon: Are you sure? I haven't even started writing my next book yet, let alone this one, which would probably be a long novel, and I won't be submitting the manuscript that quickly.

Final exams are coming up after June, and she can't afford to fall behind in her grades.

After finishing this book, she needs to study and review it carefully to consolidate what she has learned. She won't have time to write the next one.

At least, there's no time this semester.

Feng Xuemei remained calm upon seeing the message Shen Xuewei sent.

As long as it's not a rejection, everything is negotiable.

Xuexue is a pretty girl: There's no rush. The manuscript can still be serialized for another six months. You can show me the beginning and outline when the next semester starts so I can confirm it. There's still time after that.

Xuexue is a pretty girl: Of course, it would be even better if you were willing to prepare in advance.

Looking at the message sent by the other party, Shen Xuewei fell into thought.

It seems her article received a good response in the market, otherwise the other party wouldn't be so eager to get her to write her next article, even though she hasn't written it yet.

With such a high fee, it's no wonder she was tempted.

However, this means she'll likely have to work much harder next semester than she did this one.

But when she thought of those stacks and stacks of banknotes... Shen Xuewei felt there was nothing to hesitate about.

Become a rich woman soon: Okay, I'll try my best to give you the beginning and outline before summer vacation.

After seeing the text message sent by Shen Xuewei, Feng Xuemei immediately knew that everything was in the bag.

With a slight smirk, she knew there was no one she couldn't win over.

After ending her chat with Shen Xuewei, Feng Xuemei opened her chat window with Yun Li. After hesitating for a moment, she sent a smiley face.

Yun Li over there quickly sent a question mark.

Yun Li: ?

Yunli: Speak your mind. Your sudden contact doesn't seem like something good is going to happen.

Xuexue is a pretty girl: Nonsense, do you think I'm that kind of person? I was just showing you some concern and thanking you for your huge help...

Yun Li rolled her eyes when she saw the message she sent.

Yunli: Tell me, did you do something to wrong me?

The last time Feng Xuemei showed concern for her, she cooked a pot of deadly food that landed her in the hospital.

The previous time, she lured her cousin, who had just graduated, to work as her assistant at the Love Lock magazine.

You know, her cousin had already passed the interview for Bieyang and was about to start working there, but she was lured away by her.

This time... it's definitely not going to be anything good either.

Feng Xuemei laughed it off, not daring to tell her the truth, and changed the subject by talking about other things.

After Shen Xuewei came out of the computer lab, there were still a few minutes until her afternoon nap.

Shen Xuewei originally planned to go straight back to her dormitory, but when she passed by the convenience store and caught a glimpse of the phone there, a thought suddenly occurred to her.

This summer vacation, why don't I swallow my pride and go bother my second uncle or my aunt?

Once the thought came to mind, I couldn't suppress it.

She suppressed her eagerness, deciding to ask him when she got home.

After school on Friday, she told Wu Yuhong to go home first, while she went to the bank to check her balance.

This semester, her goal is to submit two articles to Yunli.

One of the stories, whose ending was written in mid-last month, was sent to Yun Li in its entirety.

With a royalty rate of 190 yuan per thousand words, a novel of over 200,000 words is expected to yield nearly 34,000 yuan after tax.

However, this book is not yet finished being serialized, and the royalties will be sent over after the serialization is completed.

However, the royalties of over 32,000 yuan for her previous book have already been deposited into her account.

She had already sent Feng Xuemei the entire book, "The President Chases His Wife, the Sweet and Savage Secretary Can't Escape," which was over 600,000 words long. Feng Xuemei said on QQ that the royalties had already been deposited into her account in advance.

She needed to check with the bank first, as it was such a large sum of money.

She stood expectantly in front of the ATM and checked her balance.

316,009 yuan.

This is over 300,000 in 2005, not over 300,000 in 2025.

If she were old enough now, she could invest this money and earn tens of thousands!

Unfortunately, all of this was undone by age.

If money can only lie in a bank card, it loses its value in circulation.

Shen Xuewei sighed regretfully, exited the page, and took out her bank card.

Even back home, there's still a mountain of things to do.

It was just past six o'clock, and the three elderly people had gone to the fields but hadn't returned home yet.

Shen Xuewei fed the pigs first, then cooked rice, picked vegetables from the garden, washed them, and set them aside to prepare.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, so Grandpa Chen and the others usually didn't return from the fields until seven o'clock.

However, on Fridays, after Shen Xuewei gets out of school, she will prepare meals for them and wait for them at home, so they will come back half an hour later that day.

It was seven o'clock, and we waited until they hadn't returned yet.

Shen Xuewei estimated that her second uncle and aunt would be free at this time, so she made the call.

She first called Chen Fangyang.

After having dinner with Zhao Xiannan, Chen Fangyang then sent Zhao Xiannan to study calligraphy and painting.

He looked at Zhao Xiannan inside, who was diligently learning one-on-one with his teacher, calculated the time, and then wandered around a nearby shopping mall.

His phone rang, he took it out, glanced at the incoming number, pressed the answer button, and said "Hello."

This time he didn't call her "Mom," because he wasn't sure who was making the call.

Aside from his maternal grandfather and paternal grandmother, no one else in the family would call him.

"Second Uncle."

Shen Xuewei's voice came from the other end of the line. Chen Fangyang responded and casually asked:

"Little Weiwei, what made you decide to call me today? What, did your grandfather ask you to call again?"

Shen Xuewei replied vaguely, "I guess so."

"Second Uncle, what are your plans for July and August? ... Um, do you have any plans?"

Chen Fangyang thought for a moment and said, "July or August? I'll be accompanying Xiannan to extracurricular tutoring classes then, learning foreign languages ​​and such. Your second aunt said she'll take us to Hong Kong for a trip when she has some free time."

He remembered that Shen Xuewei was also on summer vacation at that time, and said:

"How about I talk to your second aunt and ask her to take you with her when she goes to Hong Kong? It'll be more fun with more people."

Shen Xuewei quickly declined, saying, "No need, Second Uncle, you go ahead. I won't bother you. I'm busy during my summer vacation too."

She's not that insensitive; she insisted on going along with the whole family.

If she is part of their plan, they will offer to take her without her having to ask, rather than adding her at the last minute.

She had originally thought that if her second uncle didn't have any plans for the summer vacation, she could go to his house and bother him.

But now that arrangements have been made, it's not appropriate to disturb them.

If things don't work out with my second uncle, then I'll have to check on my aunt's situation.

Chen Fangyang found Shen Xuewei's phone call strange. "Then why are you calling to ask me about my plans for July and August?"

Shen Xuewei lied and said, "Grandpa asked me to make the call. You haven't been back for months, and Grandpa said he misses you a lot."

A hint of horror flashed in Chen Fangyang's eyes, "...Are you sure your grandfather really misses me?"

Why does that sound so creepy?

Thinking about him is fake; wanting to beat him is probably real.