Jiang Xiyue showed her some data from other platforms, and just the tips from fans and the remuneration given to him according to the platform's contract surprised Meng's mother.
"If his hobby develops properly, it can be a good job. It is not only his hobby, but also allows him to gain a foothold in society and earn a living."
"But I always thought that these things couldn't make money. They were just things done by idle people..."
Jiang Xiyue didn't intend to say too much.
"We're doing this for Meng's own good. We hope you can discuss this with his father when you get home. He's consistently ranked first in the city's No. 1 Middle School, and his college entrance exam performance is naturally impressive. We just hope he can find some happiness besides studying, so we hope you can discuss his interest in stand-up comedy with his father."
After Jiang Xiyue finished speaking, Meng Ziyao ran over, and Quan Si followed behind.
"Mom, I want to tell you something. I'm fascinated by novels because they offer me insights into life. I can see the author's protagonist's experiences in the spirit of tenaciously fighting against difficult life. That's why I've always been willing to reason with you, hoping you can understand me. Mom, I really don't want you to report Xu Shengyi. At least that novel didn't bring me blood and violence, but sunshine and the courage to face the difficulties of life."
Every word Meng Ziyao wrote was sonorous and powerful.
Meng's mother took Jiang Xiyue's mobile phone and stared at the income on it.
It seems that in today's environment, many people think that studying is the only way out, and she is no exception.
She also thought that studying was the best choice, so everyone went with the flow, but she ignored her own children's thoughts.
Looking at her son for a moment, Meng's mother didn't know what to say.
"Mom, I really like to perform stand-up comedy. I hope you can help me. Of course, if you don't, that's fine too..."
He didn't know what he would do if his mother still didn't agree.
"At my age now, if I can earn so much money, what will my parents be dissatisfied with? Who knows what Meng Ziyao's mother is thinking?"
"Yeah, if I could be so successful in this area, my mother would probably make this my main career."
"After all, there's a generation gap between us and our parents, so it's normal for them not to understand."
The students in Class 19 were whispering to each other, and Meng Ziyao's mother heard it all.
Thinking about his son's current income, he realized that the purpose of letting his son study was to get a good job and earn money. So he agreed to everyone's advice for the time being.
This made Meng Ziyao very happy. It was the first time that Meng's mother saw her son looking at her with light in his eyes.
Then her son ran over, hugged her and kissed her on the face.
"Thank you, Mom! I will definitely study hard and live up to your expectations!"
Maybe what the child wants is not what you want him to do, but just your inner support.
Sometimes both parties can take a step back and think about the problem, or they can reach a level that satisfies both parties.
Because of Meng Mu's concession, Meng Ziyao was happy, and his classmates around him were also happy.
Du Fanshu patted his shoulder.
"Come on, brother, I'm rooting for you!"
Meng Ziyao nodded, a smile on his face that lasted for a long time.
Because Meng Ziyao's mother did not intend to follow Wu Wenqi's mother to report, Wu's mother was very angry.
She made a big fuss alone in the relevant regulatory department.
Even if Meng Ziyao's mother didn't come, she was still very imposing. She looked at the people from the regulatory department with her fingers inserted and spoke out what she believed to be just.
"What's the point of putting these things on the market? We should abolish the profession of novel writers! Only idle people read novels. If everyone is obsessed with novels, they won't have time to study. Isn't this slowing down the pace of social development?"
When a young member heard this, he tilted his head inexplicably and looked at Wu's mother.
This was the first time she had heard of such a perverse logic.
With the current state of social development, each product has its own value.
Moreover, with the rapid development and fast-paced lifestyle, people are under increasing pressure from study, work, family, society, and relatives and friends around them.
It is necessary to find something you like, entertain yourself and relax.
However, when the young member told Wu's mother about his understanding, he found that she was like playing the lute to a cow and could not make any sense at all.
The young staff member had no choice. When this person came to report, he had already called his leader, so he could only wait for his leader to come.
Wu's mother sat aside angrily. Although the clerk felt that she was talking nonsense, out of respect for her, he still brought her a glass of water. After all, he saw that her throat was dry from talking just now.
But Wu's mother simply waved her arm, knocked over the glass of water, and splashed it all over the clerk.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so inefficient? Aren't you supposed to serve the people? How dare you be so negligent?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Wu, our responsible person is already on his way here. He had to deal with another urgent matter before you arrived, so please bear with me."
The clerk looked at his watch.
"It's quick, it'll only take five minutes."
After hearing this, Wu's mother breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, I heard that if the report is successful, your unit will reward the people, right?"
"Yes, once the report is verified, a reward will be given to the informant."
"How much will it give?"
"It depends on the circumstances, usually ranging from 2,000 to 100,000 yuan."
"Why is it so little money?"
Wu's mother sat aside, muttering and complaining.
Then he slammed the table.
"We've been talking to you for ages, and you haven't even brought me a glass of water. What's the point of having you? You're all taking public money, not doing your job properly, and just messing around all day. Just wait and see if your leader will report you!"
The young member looked at the cup of water that was knocked over by Wu's mother on the ground, not knowing what to say.
Then he saw a group of people coming to the door. She thought it was their leader who came back, but unexpectedly they looked like people from the hospital.
"Hello, may I ask if this is Ms. Zhang Qi?"
Meng Mu stood up and raised her hand.
"Well, we just visited your son and ran a series of psychiatric tests on him. We found that he's mentally unstable and has been diagnosed with a mental illness, along with severe paranoia."
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