When Wei Zi Qi woke up the next day and saw that the 'old auntie' called Ai Yi didn't bother him anymore, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Wei Ziqi could actually guess whether the other party was the old auntie or not.
90% not.
Those who would read his novel online were generally not too old. Although not all of them were reading, most of them were probably under 30 years old, 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'? Wei Ziqi wasn't interested in chatting with him.
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 Wei Ziqi couldn't understand.
A young girl and rich. With these two attributes added together, she might 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 that Wei Ziqi could catch. Everyone's consumption and values were different. Under such circumstances, it would be 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 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 to these children.
Therefore, very few handsome male idols and celebrities could really marry rich and beautiful women, because those rich and beautiful women would not treat them as idols and celebrities.
"Besides, what if it's an ugly girl? Wouldn't I be at a loss?”
After breakfast, Wei Ziqi sat in front of the computer and muttered.
When men went to look for ugly but rich women, they were just after their money.
However, Wei Zi Qi had the life reset simulator. He might be poor now, but he believed that he would become rich very soon.
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.”
Wei Ziqi touched his chin. This 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, Wei Zi Qi didn't care anymore.
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, Wei Ziqi didn't think too much and once again sank into his writing career.
Women were never as important as money. This was what Wei Ziqi was thinking now.
...
800,000 on the first day, Wei Ziqi could probably get 500,000.
On the second day, the number of sales on the top was even higher than the first day. However, because of the lack of tips, Wei Ziqi's income also began to decrease, about 400,000 yuan.
Just like that, he continued to update the data at a high intensity until Wei Ziqi's actual income stabilized at a few hundred thousand a day. Finally, the data did not change too much.
Wei Ziqi calculated carefully. Excluding the revenue from the movie and television series, which was the biggest part of the book, the total revenue from the book's simple donations 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's readers far exceeded this number.
The main reason was that the total number of words in the book was too small.
Wei Ziqi was prepared to finish with 1.5 million words, so naturally, he would only have 5 million in revenue.
Wei Ziqi started writing this book in July. Including the free portion, Wei Ziqi's total income in July was only about one million.
July's income would be distributed in mid-August, and August's income would only be distributed in September.
This wasn't what Wei Ziqi 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.
Wei Ziqi thought about his words and used the excuse that he urgently needed to buy a house to find Su Hao and let him talk to the company.
He wanted to see if the company could distribute the income from the first half of August to him in August instead of waiting until September.
If the company wasn't willing, Wei Ziqi 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, Wei Ziqi 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 Su Wei heard Wei Ziqi's request, he 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 Wei Zi Qi feel at ease.
Wei Ziqi's book had a lot of potential. The company wouldn't be unhappy with Wei Ziqi just because of a few tens of thousands of yuan.
It could only be said that capable people could enjoy special privileges no matter where they were.
If that was the case, Wei Ziqi 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 to Wei Ziqi, this money was enough for him to use a lever.
…
It was now mid-August. Seeing that he only had three days left to finish writing this book, Wei Ziqi became excited.
This painful writing career was finally coming to an end, and a bright future was waving at him.
Wei Ziqi 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!》
Wei Zi Qi frowned. The one who came was still here.
He had expected this before he wrote about this topic. After all, grave robbing was illegal.
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