When Zhu Yu woke up the next day and saw that the 'old auntie' called Lin Xue Ning didn't bother him anymore, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Zhu Yu could actually guess whether the other party was an old auntie or not.
90% not.
Those who would read his novel online were generally not too old. Although not all of them would read his novel online, most of them should be under the age of 30, especially female readers.
Next was the other party's WeChat profile picture.
Even though it was a cat at home, there were cute special effects around the portrait. It was obvious that a girl in her teens or twenties would do this.
But so what if she wasn't the 'old aunty'? Zhu Yu was not interested in chatting with the other party.
Of course, the main reason was that this girl could tip him with 200,000 yuan without hesitation. She was definitely from a rich family.
It was the kind of money that Zhu Yu could not understand now.
A young girl and rich. With these two attributes added together, her personality was likely to be more willful and troublesome.
It was evident from the other party's behavior of getting his WeChat.
This kind of woman wasn't someone Zhu Yu could catch. Everyone's consumption and values were different. Under such circumstances, it was difficult to become friends.
The other party could also be his fan, but what was the use of being a fan? The children of families of this class were all very knowledgeable.
The idols in the eyes of many fangirls were not even qualified to celebrate the birthdays of their families.
Under such circumstances, the so-called idol celebrity halo was useless against these children.
Therefore, very few handsome male idols and celebrities could really marry rich, beautiful women because they would not treat them as idols or celebrities.
"Besides, what if it's an ugly girl? Wouldn't I be at a loss?”
Zhu Yu muttered as he sat in front of the computer after breakfast.
When men went to look for ugly but rich women, they were just after their money.
However, Zhu Yu had the life reset simulator. He might still be poor now, but he believed that he would soon become rich.
Since he wasn't short of money, he should go find a beautiful college student to help him!
"Sigh, maybe some little girl secretly used her parents 'money to tip them? Recently, the news had not often reported that children were giving money to the host.”
Zhu Yu touched his chin. This situation was really possible.
What if he really encountered such a situation and asked for a refund? Then he would retreat.
Anyway, the effect of the tip was out. As for the 100,000 yuan after getting the share, Zhu Yu no longer cared.
From this point of view, it was the same principle as the live streaming platform guild giving rewards to their hosts. They wanted traffic and news effects.
"Instead of wasting time chatting with such a rich girl, it's better to work hard to become rich!”
Rubbing his hands, Zhu Yu stopped thinking about it and once again sank into his writing career.
Women were never as important as money. This was what Zhu Yu was thinking now.
……
The first day's sales were 800,000, and Zhu Yu could probably get 500,000.
The second day's sales were even higher than the first day, but because of the lack of tips, Zhu Yu's income also began to decrease, about 400,000 yuan.
Just like that, he continued to update the data at a high intensity until Zhu Yu's actual income stabilized at more than 100,000 yuan per day. Finally, the data did not change much.
Zhu Yu did a careful calculation. Excluding the revenue from the movie and television series, which was the largest part of the book in the later stages, the total revenue from the book should be around five million yuan.
This number was actually not too high. Even now, there were some god-level authors on this website, and the revenue from a book was far more than this.
The main reason was that the total number of words in the book was too small.
Zhu Yu was prepared to finish it with 1.5 million words, so naturally, he only had 5 million in revenue.
Zhu Yu started writing this book in July. Including the free portion, Zhu Yu's total income in July was only about one million yuan.
July's income would be distributed in mid-August, and August's income would only be distributed in September.
This was not what Zhu Yu wanted.
His goal was to increase his capital as much as possible and then strive to complete the life experience of the asset management boss during the summer vacation.
No one knew if he would have so much free time after school started. He did not want to wait until September.
For this reason, Zhu Yu deliberated his words and found Su Wei to let him talk to the company on the grounds that he urgently needed to buy a house.
He wanted to see if the company could distribute his income for the first half of August in August instead of waiting until September.
If the company was unwilling, Zhu Yu was even willing to take out a portion of the money to make up for some of the company's losses.
As a student of the Capital University of Finance and Economics, Zhu Yu knew that this situation would bring losses to the website.
Normally, the money in August would be sent out in September, and the money in August could generate interest income in the bank.
This was how a supermarket made money.
In terms of pure profit, the supermarket did not earn much.
However, because the supermarket had a large amount of cash flow, it would delay the supplier's payment to generate interest on this huge cash flow, thus earning a large amount of interest.
After hearing Zhu Yu's request, Su Wei went straight to the company's higher-ups.
"The managing editor and the vice president have agreed. Young Master Wei, you don't need to take the money. We'll give you as much as you need. The company will let the finance department redo the accounts.”
Su Wei's news made Zhu Yu feel relieved.
Zhu Yu's book had great potential, and the company would not fall out with Zhu Yu just for a few tens of thousands of yuan.
It could only be said that capable people could enjoy special privileges no matter where they were.
In this case, Zhu Yu would have about 2.7 million yuan in cash when he received his remuneration in August.
This money wouldn't even be able to splash a flower in the capital market.
But for Zhu Yu, this money was enough for him to use a lever.
……
It was already mid-August. Seeing that he only had three days left to finish the book, Zhu Yu was excited.
This painful writing career was finally coming to an end, and a bright future was waving at him.
Zhu Yu had less than 100,000 words left before he could finish writing the book and publish the content in a month.
An article on Weibo brought about a lot of discussion.
"Grave Robbers? The Golden Diary was leading the teenagers astray!》
Zhu Yu frowned. What should have come had indeed come.
He had expected this before he wrote about this topic. After all, grave robbing was illegal.
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