The wind is cold.
The sky is overcast.
Hu Yibao sat on a bench in the square, sighing.
"I've sent out more than a dozen resumes, but haven't received a single response."
"Last month's royalties were only 603.23 yuan."
"Writing novels is a dead end!"
"Why!"
"I'll buy a box of instant noodles later to help me get through this month."
"After a few days, I'll secretly put the book away and go to the construction site to move bricks."
"The New Year is coming soon, maybe I can get overtime pay for moving bricks."
“…”
The bench is not far away.
A TV reporter.
"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaoli."
"Two days ago, we conducted a data survey online about dreams."
"The survey results show that 43 percent of netizens want to be scientists; 25 percent want to be internet celebrities; 20 percent want to be civil servants; and 12 percent want to be teachers."
"Then, we will randomly select a few passersby for on-site interviews based on this survey."
"Let's see what their dreams are."
Xiaoli saw Hu Yibao and walked forward.
"Sir, I'm from a TV station. Can I interview you?"
Without giving Hu Yibao a chance to react, the microphone was directly put to his lips.
Two big men carrying cameras and lighting nearby were staring at him with murderous eyes.
Hu Yibao was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"Can!"
"What's your name?"
"No need to bother, my surname is Hu."
"Mr. Hu, what is your dream?"
"Eat and wait for death, get married and have children."
"Mr. Hu, this interview will be broadcast on the evening news."
“Ahem!”
"Can you cut out that part?"
"Can!"
"My dream is to become a philanthropist and spread love to the world."
"Oh? This is a great dream!"
“So, if you had a car, would you donate it?”
"Of course!"
“If society needs it, I will donate the house.”
"What if it's money, like a million?"
"donate!"
"What about ten million?"
"donate!"
"Don't even mention 10 million, I'll donate even 100 million!"
"Mr. Hu, you are really a kind person."
"Thank you for the compliment!"
Hu Yibao waited for a few seconds, but Xiaoli didn't ask any more questions.
Looking at the camera, Hu Yibao asked.
"Are you ready?"
"Okay!" Xiaoli nodded.
"call!"
Hu Yibao heaved a sigh of relief, and then said to Xiaoli, "I came out to buy instant noodles. I have to go back quickly."
"Then I won't bother you, Mr. Hu," Xiaoli said.
The two big men surrounding Hu Yibao moved to the sides to leave him a way out.
Hu Yibao left in a hurry.
The eggs are still cooking in the rice cooker, so I have to buy some instant noodles quickly.
Save as much as possible on electricity bills.
Instant noodles with egg, a luxury.
As for philanthropists.
It's like seeing a ghost.
This has never been my dream since I was a child.
I want to be a rich man.
Live a life of idleness and wait for death, then get married and have children.
Travel around the world and eat delicious food.
Unfortunately, only one eighth of his great dream has been realized.
Waiting to die...
…
The camera was pointed at Hu Yibao's back as he left, recording Xiaoli's voice-over.
"In real life, Mr. Hu must be a selfless and dedicated person."
“Kindness lies in the ordinary.”
"Let's celebrate this ordinary man."
"Next, let's look for the next passerby."
…
…
…
In a dimly lit room.
“Crackle!”
Hu Yibao's hands kept moving between the keyboards.
Text quickly appeared on the computer screen.
Finally, when the word count reached 4021 words.
Hu Yibao pressed the period key on the keyboard.
Double-check the content.
Confirmed.
Upload!
"Upload successful!"
See the display of the writer's background page.
Hu Yibao breathed a sigh of relief.
Today's update of Xianyu.
Finish!
Hu Yibao then clicked on the data out of habit.
New cases yesterday: 102.
Average subscription: 48.
High-end: 92.
Earn 3.5 points per subscription.
I got three dollars, sixty-seven cents and five cents yesterday.
I got enough money for a box of instant noodles.
I can just eat and wait for death.
Perfect.
“Ding ding ding!!”
A message popped up on QQ chat.
Hu Yibao clicked it and took a look.
Today is the day when last month’s royalties are released.
Just like before.
In the author group, the big guys are showing off their royalties.
“4825.35 yuan!”
"Woo woo woo! It was on the shelves for twelve days last month, and that's all I made."
“.86 yuan!”
"Hey, last month's royalties weren't ideal! Only 28,000 yuan. I'm almost going to have to beg for food."
“.38 yuan!”
"I made a small profit, only 150,000. I have to work hard this month. After all, my goal this year is to buy another house in full."
“.59 yuan.”
"I just picked up a car last month and it took more than half a month to be delivered. I didn't expect there would be so many."
When Hu Yibao saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched.
What a bunch of old Versailles people!
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