Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 129 The decimal point is not in the right place
Bai Yang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The fee was higher than he had imagined.

After all, the book was on the shelves for less than a month in September, and updating six to eight thousand words a day is not a lot. I guess part of the money I got from the royalties came from rewards.

In addition to the Silver Alliance, which is the biggest sponsor sitting next to them, there are also more than ten wild alliance leaders.

"You've made a fortune, Xiaobai!" The biggest sponsor was full of admiration: "The royalties are so high!"

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"If someone else said this, I would probably feel even better."

"But when you say this, why do I feel so uninterested?"

Zhong Xilu was unhappy: "What do you mean?"

"Comrade Xiao Zhong is too rich!" Bai Yang sighed. "When I think that tens of thousands of yuan is just the price of a set of clothes, I suddenly feel the gap that ordinary people like me cannot reach even if we work hard."

"First of all, I have never worn clothes that cost tens of thousands of dollars!" Zhong Xilu slammed the table and stood up: "Who would wear such expensive clothes on a daily basis! There is no need at all."

"Secondly, I'm not rich. My money is all earned by my family. Although I spend it with a clear conscience, I know very well that I haven't earned a penny with my own ability."

"Finally, you are not an ordinary person!"

Zhong Xilu wrinkled his nose: "Compared to me, you can rely on your talent to gain so much love and admiration from so many people, and you can make so much money in a month in high school. How can you be such an ordinary person!"

Bai Yang narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "Comrade Xiao Zhong is still good at talking."

"Praise me more, I love to hear it!"

Zhong Xilu rolled her eyes: "So you just acted like that because you wanted me to praise you, right?"

"I've waited so long for this, isn't it just for this?" Bai Yang said as a matter of course: "If I don't show off after making money, am I hiding my happiness from you? I just can't understand that mentality."

"I know, I know." Zhong Xilu waved his hand: "So, Xiaobai, who made money, should treat us to a meal to celebrate?"

"We'll talk about this later." Bai Yang stood up and said, "Do you have anything else you want to praise? If not, I'll go find the next person."

Zhong Xilu: "Xiaobai, do you know that your expression right now perfectly illustrates a word?"

"Young and reckless?"

"No!" Zhong Xilu stuck out his tongue and said, "The villain is successful!"

"Aiming for a thousand miles?"

Zhong Xilu was a little speechless, but she still instinctively continued: "I'm not able to do it."

“I am so happy!”

Without waiting for Zhong Xilu to continue, Bai Yang turned around and left: "We can continue the idiom chain game later. Now I just want to be uninhibited, unrestrained, and sing loudly!"

Zhong Xilu watched him happily run to the back of the classroom, and then voices like "Fuck" and "Brother Yangzi is awesome" were soon heard from there.

"childish!"

While Zhong Xilu was complaining, he took out his phone, skillfully opened the reader group, and sent a message in it:
"Shocking news!"

"The royalties from Weird World for last month are out! Guess how much they are!"

At this moment, Bai Dejun, who was sitting in the teacher's office of Nanxi Middle School, stood up suddenly.

The royalties are out?!

The teachers of other subjects all looked over and said, "Teacher Bai, what's wrong?"

"Uh, nothing." Bai Dejun sat down: "I'm texting with my son."

"Teacher Bai's family is really harmonious." The teacher next to him sighed: "My son should be about the same age as yours, and he just started college. Now, except for contacting me when he needs living expenses, it feels like this person doesn't exist at all."

"Isn't this what happens when children grow up?" Another teacher echoed, "If they stay in a small place like ours, it's better. But for those who go out to study or work, calling home during the holidays is considered filial piety."

"What future can you have if you stay here? Young man, you still have to go out and explore the world."

"That's right. After all, we all need to make money. How can the salary in a big city compare to that in a small place like ours?"

"Speaking of which, I heard from Teacher Bai last time that your son can submit his novels to magazines? If he can become a writer, he doesn't have to go out to explore the world and can just stay at home."

When Bai Dejun heard the topic turn to his son, he immediately perked up and said with a smile: "How can he stay at home? In two years, he will probably go to the capital to attend university."

"Oh?" His eyes focused on Bai Dejun again: "Going to school in the capital? Your son's grades are so good?"

"My grades are OK," Bai Dejun said modestly, "I can only rank in the top few dozen in Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School."

"That's good." The teacher next to him said, "Xiangdong No. 1 High School is already the best high school. Our Nanxi High School can only admit a few students every year. For the top few dozen, it will definitely be no problem for them to get into the first-tier universities."

"That's right." Bai Dejun nodded. "That kid is just a little too ambitious. Last time he told me he wanted to apply to the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Alas, I don't understand young people nowadays. I can only let him do what he wants."

"CAFA?" A teacher laughed and said, "It's good to have high aspirations, but don't be too ambitious."

"That's what I told him, but now I can't control him, right?" Bai Dejun sighed unintentionally, "I've worked all my life, but now I don't earn as much as my son."

"Oh?" The teacher next to him said in disbelief, "Teacher Bai's salary isn't that low, is it? It seems like he just got a raise last year, and it's almost three thousand yuan now."

"Although your son received over 2,000 yuan in royalties for his last submission, this is a rare and unstable thing, so how can it be counted?" He advised, "In my opinion, you should still take care of it."

Bai Dejun smiled but said nothing: "Submitting articles to magazines is something that happened in the past."

"That guy is working on a novel right now. I heard he gets quite a bit of royalties every month." "How much can it be?"

"I'm not sure about the details. Let me ask." Bai Dejun said this and opened QQ to send a message directly.

Spring arrives at Xiangjiang River: "Is the manuscript fee paid?"

Bai Yang: "Just released, Dad, did you see the news in the group?"

Chundao Xiangjiang: "Well, how much did you get for your manuscript last month?"

Bai Yang: "I'll send you a screenshot of the manuscript fee."

A picture was sent to me. The internet speed was very slow these days, so the picture loaded slowly from top to bottom.

The teacher next to him came over and asked with a smile, "Is the management at Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School so lax? Can your son still bring his cell phone back to QQ?"

"This kid has always been dishonest." Bai Dejun smiled.

"If you ask me, Mr. Bai, you should be more serious. The education of children is a big issue. If you let everything go, it is easy for them to go astray." He advised earnestly: "Didn't you hear that Mr. Wang's daughter next door was deceived by someone online and fell in love online because she was allowed to play with her mobile phone?"

"He stole the money from home and ran off to the north to meet his girlfriend. The old couple was so angry that they almost vomited blood."

As he was saying this, the picture in the dialog box finally loaded.

Bai Dejun looked at the number above, was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and then leaned closer to stare at it.

Duo. Duo Shao?

Although Bai Yang had said before that the royalties from the serialization of this book would conservatively be no less than 50,000, Bai Dejun was skeptical at the time. After all, this was not a small number.

The result turned out to be true?
It’s only the first month!
"What is this? A royalty picture?"

The teacher next to him squinted his eyes and glanced at it: "More than 6,000? Your son's?"

"It's fake, right? How can a novel earn more than 6,000 yuan a month? That's almost as much as my two-month salary."

Bai Dejun: "Can you take a closer look?"

"What are you looking at carefully?" The teacher next to him came closer and muttered, "Why does the position of the decimal point feel wrong?"

"One, Ten, Hundred, Thousand, Ten Thousand"

He stood up suddenly: "More than 60,000?!"

"So I wasn't wrong." Bai Dejun let out a long sigh, leaned back, and leaned directly on the back of the chair, his face suddenly turning red.

He has made progress. My son has really made progress.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The teacher next to him shook his head and said, "Teacher Bai, your son must be lying to you."

"You can't trust anything on the Internet now. I've heard that there are things like Photoshop that can modify pictures."

"My son would never lie to me about something like this." Bai Dejun smiled without any image.

"How can it be so exaggerated? How can I make so much money by writing something like that?"

"Internet novel!"

This was the first time that Bai Dejun said this word with such confidence.

"Although I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated, but when I think about it carefully, it makes sense."

"After all, I subscribed to the entire subscription. Just the chapters updated this month cost me several dollars."

"And there are tens of thousands of readers like me!"

The teachers in the office looked at each other in bewilderment: "Internet novel?"

“That kind of thing.”

One teacher hesitated to speak: "I confiscated two books before. The contents were disgusting."

"My son writes serious articles!" Bai Dejun waved his hand:

"Online novels are a broad category. All novels serialized on the Internet can be called online novels."

"My son's book is called 'Strange World', a horror novel. I read it all the way through, and I think it's no worse than the physical bestsellers on the market."

“I recommend you to read it, you won’t be disappointed.”

"I don't use the Internet that much." said the teacher next to him.

"It doesn't matter." Bai Dejun smiled and said, "My son said that the copyright of his book should be sold soon and the physical book will be published soon."

"When the time comes, I'll ask him to send a few signed books. We're all his elders, so he'll definitely be willing to do it."

"Can the copyright of online novels be sold? How much can it be sold for?"

Hundreds of thousands? Millions?
The Bai De army didn't know either.

After all, he was not a flamboyant person, so he just said, "That's my son's business."

He sighed again and said, "So, my children have grown up and I can no longer control them."

There are still 4,000 words to be updated before 12 o'clock.
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(End of this chapter)