New yesterday: 102.

All orders: 48.

High order: 92.

A subscription earns 3 points and 5 points.

I got three yuan, six cents, seven cents, five cents yesterday.

Get a box of instant noodles.

I can eat and wait to die again.

Perfect.

"Didi!!"

Qukou chats, and a message rings.

Hu Yibao clicked on and took a look.

Today is the day when the royalties were released last month.

As before.

In the author group, the big guys are posting the manuscript fees.

“4825.35 yuan!”

"Wuwuwu! I made this little money by putting it on the shelves last month."

“28483.86 yuan!”

"Hey, the royalties for the last month were not ideal! It was only 28,000 yuan, which was the rhythm of begging for a long time."

“154854.38 yuan!”

"I made a little profit, only 150,000 yuan. I have to work hard this month. After all, the goal this year is to buy another house with full payment."

“228463.59 yuan.”

"I just picked up a car last month and it was cut off for half a month. I didn't expect there were so many more."

Seeing this, Hu Yibao couldn't help but thrust the corners of his mouth.

A bunch of old Versailles!

But I really envious.

When can I make so much money in a year?

By that time, you can achieve free instant noodles.

When eating instant noodles, I not only need to add two eggs, but also add another sausage.

More extravagant, add a bag of pickled vegetables.

Inside the author group.

Soon a big man came out to conquer the market.

“2481545.25 yuan.”

"I was lucky last month and I sold the game adaptation version."

The author group, thousands of authors, instantly turned into little fan girls.

"Awesome, 2.4 million! One house a month!"

"Boss, please give me a leg hair."

"Wuwuwu, do you lack blue friends? My first time, please be gentle!"

"Big Boss, when will we get the certificate? I have thought of the child's name."

"Wow, I can only see so much money during the Qingming Festival."

"Brother, please report a seat, I'll rush over to warm up your bed overnight."

“…”

"Big Boss, please give me a message." Hu Yibao felt a lot of emotion and sent a message.

After closing the author group, Hu Yibao returned to his writer's backstage.

Click on.

Inquiry about the royalties.

The manuscript fees for the last twelve months are arranged in order from top to bottom.

February 20: RMB 302.22.

March 20: RMB 305.33.

...

January 21: RMB 603.23.

The numbers are eye-catching.

It was reflected in Hu Yibao's pupils.

Stimulating his nerves.

The twelve months of manuscript fees add up.

Not enough for the big guys' breakfast.

"It's really a headache!"

"I can't hold on any longer!"

"It turns out that I can only rely on love to generate electricity."

Hu Yibao sat on a chair and recalled today's interview.

"I wish I could get rich overnight."

"Even if I let me experience what a billionaire feels like, that's OK!"

"bite!"

Mobile phone vibration is a text message sent by the postal bank.

Hu Yibao came to his senses, picked up his phone, and looked at it.
Chapter completed!