Don't go to the Internet cafe! Will Ningxia agree to this?
To make it more believable, Ningxia counted on her fingers, "In math, I ranked sixth in my grade and second in my class, and I still ranked first in English."
Ningxia had forgotten to tell her mother about her math scores, and they came in handy now.
"Aren't you just worried about my grades dropping? Tomorrow, tomorrow is the final exam. I promise my grades won't drop. Just leave me alone while I write the novel, okay?"
Ningxia's grades not only did not decline but improved so much. Who knows, Ningxia might even be able to get into Shuimu University.
"I can balance my studies and earn some money. Isn't this a good thing? At least it's not a bad thing."
In Ning's mother's mind, writing novels and playing games are the same, aren't they both sitting in front of the computer?
Moreover, how come she doesn't know that making money is so easy?
"You? Still making money? You want to run away when you can't walk? Go to my evening study session honestly."
In the eyes of my parents, everything has to give way to college entrance exams.
Besides, Ning's mother really didn't think Ningxia could make much money. Now it was just a waste of money and time.
This made Ningxia extremely anxious, and she finally resorted to her ultimate strategy: "Give me a week."
Ningxia will receive the first payment of royalties in a week, and by then my mother will no longer disbelieve it.
It seems that Ning's mother's expression has not eased at all.
"It really can't."
"Mom, I'll call the editor-in-chief Zhuang Yuan. Can you ask him in person?"
Seeing that her mother was so stubborn, Ningxia had no choice but to ask the editor to come out to save the situation.
Whether it will work depends on this one move, otherwise the consequences... Ningxia doesn't even dare to think about it.
If Ningxia can't get over this hurdle, "Ghost Lights the Lamp" might really be discontinued. Between the novel and her mother's health, she will definitely choose her mother.
Hearing Ningxia's solemn promise, Ning's mother felt a little worried.
"Can it really make money?"
“Really capable!”
“How much can I earn?”
Ningxia: “…”
Ningxia was afraid that telling the truth would scare her mother.
"Okay, then what did you tell me?"
"Zhuang Yuan." Ningxia reminded from the side.
"Yes, Zhuang Yuan, call him and I'll ask him."
Ever since the novel "Ghost Lights the Lamp" was put on the shelves, Zhuang Yuan has truly demonstrated what it means to be full of vigor and vitality.
I was humming songs on the way to work. If Zhuang Yuan had a tail, it would be sticking up to the sky by now.
Zhuang Yuan was curled up on the sofa holding his computer and happily playing games. At this moment, he heard his cell phone ringing beside him. Without even looking at it, he pressed the speaker button.
"Hello, who are you?"
When Ning's mother heard the phone was connected, she didn't know what to say. No matter what, she was still a rural woman who had not seen much of the world.
Ningxia certainly saw her mother's embarrassment.
"The editor's name is Zhuang Yuan, so you can just say you are Ningxia's mother."
"Ask him if I can make tens of thousands a month."
With the mobile phones of this era, Zhuang Yuan could hear everything clearly without Ning's mother saying anything.
When Zhuang Yuan heard that it was Ningxia's mother, he stood up instantly and almost dropped his phone in shock. He couldn't care less about the game at this moment.
Ahhhhhh…
Going crazy, going crazy,
This ancestor is a high school student, Ningxia mother? This late at night call, is it because the secret has been exposed?
It's over. If something goes wrong today, "Ghost Lights Up" might end badly.
Zhuang Yuan couldn't even hold the phone steady. "Hello, Auntie. I'm Zhuang Yuan, the editor of Qidian Chinese website."
Hearing the conversation over there, Ning's mother sighed twice before speaking.
After Ning's mother hung up the phone in a daze, it took her a long time to come back to her senses.
Zhuang Yuan was also scared by this phone call and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Xia Xia, did that person lie to me? Can this book really earn enough to cover four years of college tuition and living expenses?"
This is just a small fraction of the total, otherwise I'm really afraid of scaring you.
Zhuang Yuan is also a person with a meticulous mind, and he can accurately capture the key points of Ningxia dialect.
So I told Ning's mother directly that the money earned from Ningxia's book was enough to cover Ningxia University's tuition and living expenses for four years.
At this time, Ji Lingyuan was still proud of his reaction. Tuition fees are fixed, but living expenses are not.
Living expenses can be one thousand or one hundred thousand.
I am not lying, and my words are absolutely true.
Even if Ningxia only writes 4,000 words a day, she can earn several thousand yuan a day just from the 40,000 first orders.
This does not include bonuses from various rankings and the income from subsequent new readers joining.
With the current number of subscriptions, a million-dollar annual salary is not a dream.
Ningxia saw her mother recover from her shock and knew that this hurdle for today was over. "If I don't write now, I won't get a penny."
Seeing that Ning's mother opened her mouth but said nothing, the considerate Ningxia immediately came to the rescue.
He extended his hand and promised, "Don't worry, I will get you into a 211 university at least."
It's not that Ning's mother is not tempted by the income that Zhuang Yuan mentioned, but everything has to give way to her daughter's studies. In the minds of the older generation, only after getting into a good university can one have a bright future. How can this little money compare to that?
Ningxia was not in a hurry and waited for her mother to digest it.
"Let me be frank. Your grade on this final exam is going to drop. Forget about writing a novel and just go back to class."
"If you fail to get into a key university through the college entrance examination, all this money will be confiscated."
Ningxia: “…”
Okay.
Ningxia knew that her mother had agreed, so why did she want a bicycle anymore?
I nodded quickly, afraid that my mother would change her mind if I was late.
"Don't worry, I promise you'll get good grades."
After a night, Ningxia finally saw a smile on Ning's mother's face.
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