With his desire to create more articles and make money reaching its peak, Ma Facai decided that when he returned, he would create more classic works. He had many ideas in his mind and was not afraid of running out of inspiration.
More people arrived, and the queue grew longer and longer. Ma Facai collected money while secretly hiding some for himself; he would hide money from one person for every three people he collected. Fortunately, considering he was making money, people were more willing to help.
Mr. Ma began to value and care for him again, directly entrusting him with the job of collecting money. As for Mr. Ma, he was responsible for ensuring that the article was not leaked.
Fearing that hiding too much would arouse Ma's father's suspicion, Ma Facai later became much more discreet, only hiding money from one person after accepting money from five.
He arrived at noon and left in the evening. He roughly calculated that he earned about thirty yuan that day, plus the ten yuan he had hidden, making a total of over forty yuan.
In half a day, more than two hundred people paid for his article.
"Son, how much did we earn today?"
Hearing his father's words, Ma Facai felt a sudden surge of alertness.
"Dad, this is the total amount we earned today."
He gestured three to show Ma's father, who was initially startled, then looked at Ma Facai in disbelief.
"Son, did we really make that much money?"
Mr. Ma was stunned. The workers only earned a little over fifty yuan a month, and that was in Beijing! They earned over thirty a day, over sixty in two days, a hundred in three days, and three hundred a month. At this rate, becoming a ten-thousand-yuan household was just around the corner.
No, they only came for half a day today, so it should be counted as sixty yuan a day.
Looking at Ma Facai with loving eyes, Ma's father felt that his genes were truly amazing, having given birth to a genius son in his lifetime.
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