Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Jiang Yuan looks at Chuxia strangely when she suggested they talk about her work. “In this household, only you, xiao Chuxia, cares about Ma’s business! Hmmm, even Qilu and Han Liuhai, those bastards, have never asked about my enterprise!”
Chuxia’s heart tightens. “How’s that possible? Bofu Han, he… no! Doesn’t baba dare to inquire about your enterprise? I have not seen anyone care about you as a person more than baba.” This is true; so true it’s 300% real!
Curling her lip, Jiang Yuan says, “He’s being hypocritical Might as well not care about my career! But then, he comes back and says, ‘bookshelves’ [virtual, if
similar, fine]. Have you heard of this on-line literature website?”
Chuxia nods sincerely at Jiang Yuan.The bookshelf net is an on-line literature website that ranks the best books nationally. Her former schoolmates used to read from the website. They’d complain all day when the author they’re following doesn’t update their book on the shelves. If they can’t read it, they lodge complaints. So, to Chuxia, this isn’t new.
Seeing her nod, Jiang Yuan raises the corners of her mouth to show satisfaction. “I write novels on that site. That’s where I got my fame and royalties. Of course, I write to play, so I don’t care.”
Listening to Jiang Yuan not care about money makes An Chuxia bitter. Does
bitter. Does she have to say she doesn’t care? She should give it to me then! Somewhat curious, she stares at Jiang Yuan. “Ma, how much royalties do you make monthly?” If it makes money, she will take advantage and write a novel in her free time.
She lowers her head and starts counting. “This month, there’s about 10,000 subscriptions. In addition to that, attendance and wireless payment for published pieces. On average, I calculate about 20 to 30,000 (RMB). It’s not much. Why?”
Chuxia’s blood soars when she hears the number, but she is shocked enough to understand! 20 to 30,000 a month may not be much, but compared to Ling Hanyu not blinking an eye
an eye at the mention of 10,000. But doesn’t it show how people value things differently?
Taking a few breaths, Chuxia heavily lays her hands on Jiang Yuan. “Ma! May I join you? I must write a novel. I can use 20 to 30,000 RMB a month!” At that moment, Chuxia’s eyes are filled with a string of RMB. Above the gigantic yuan reads: ZI YOU in two characters.
Slightly stunned, Jiang Yuan closes her gap with Chuxia and holds An against her bosom. “I feel so sorry for not having met you sooner! My treasure! I know that people in this world support me! My An Chuxia, I will call the housekeeper to put a to put a laptop in your room. Understand the bookshelf website well. Next weekend, I’ll teach you how to write your novel.”
Jiang Yuan wants her to have a pen name. An Chuxia rises and leaves the room. Pleasantly relieved, this international conversation finally comes to an end… .
She leaves behind Jiang Yuan ordering the housekeeper to buy a notebook immediately. Sighing lightly, she quickly ascends the stairs to avoid Jiang Yuan and the possibility of talking about international relations again. Her brain can only withstand such thoughts! Back in her room, it is dark. She can’t help but sigh. She puts a hand on the entrance’s light switch.
The room is, all of a sudden, bright.