Chapter 199 Hello Uncle and Auntie

At Lin Xiuhong's request, Li Luo had no choice but to take out the clothes and pants given to him by the three girls and put them on.

Yan Zhusheng bought him a high-necked beige sweater, which he paired with the dark blue down jacket Ying Chanxi bought him, and the black wide-leg cotton trousers Xu Youyu gave him.

After changing his school uniform into this new outfit, Li Luo, who was already quite handsome, suddenly became more trendy and more mature than when he was wearing a school uniform.

If Li Luo went out wearing something like this and got a more trendy hairstyle, probably no one would recognize him as a high school student.

"It looks pretty good." Lin Xiuhong nodded with satisfaction, "It looks like a human being now."

"What are you saying?" Li Luo was speechless. "Didn't you look like a human before?"

"Why are you butting in on me?" Lin Xiuhong rolled her eyes at him, then asked, "How did Xixi and the other two think of sending you clothes? And at the same time."

"What's the big deal?" Li Luo asked curiously, "It's normal for Xixi to give me a piece of clothing, right? Yan Zhusheng is my deskmate, so I usually take care of her in class. As for senior sister, she lives with us after all, and I usually make her supper, so it's normal for her to give me a pair of pants."

"Really?" Lin Xiuhong looked at her son and then at her husband.

Li Guohong hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That should be the case. It's normal for classmates who are close to each other to give each other gifts."

This is really difficult for Li Guohong.

After all, he went to high school last century, so he has no idea what young people today are thinking about day by day.

"However," Li Guohong added, "since they gave you a gift, you should at least give them something in return, otherwise it would be unreasonable."

"Hey, speaking of this." Lin Xiuhong suddenly remembered something when he said that. She quickly got up and walked into the bedroom, then took out a few scarves and said to Li Luo, "I knitted a few scarves recently. Take a few of them."

Li Luo blinked and looked down at the scarves in his mother's hands, but he was not surprised.

After all, in the past few months before the Chinese New Year, when Lin Xiuhong returned home from a busy day and had nothing to do, she would do some needlework. It had become a habit.

So he thought about it, and took a white one, an orange one, and then a red one.

Seeing that Li Luo only took three, Lin Xiuhong frowned immediately: "Take another one and replace the one on your neck. I don't know where you bought it."

"Um..." Li Luo coughed twice and explained in a low voice, "This scarf was knitted by Xixi, so I'd better not change it."

Otherwise I would be beaten to death.

But this time, Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong were even more stunned.

It took me a long time to react.

"Was it knitted by Xixi?" Lin Xiuhong confirmed repeatedly.

"Yes."

"Okay." Lin Xiuhong put away the remaining scarves. "I'll accept the clothes you bought. They're for my grandparents. I'll send them to them in a couple of days to make them happy."

After finishing the clothes issue, Li Luo watched Lin Xiuhong pack up the clothes and suddenly remembered something, so he said to his parents: "There is one more thing I need to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Li Guohong just took out a cigarette and was about to go to the balcony to relax, but was stopped by Li Luo. He couldn't help but ask.

"That's right. My royalties came out last month. They will be deposited into my bank card on the 12th," said Li Luo.

"Oh, I know." Lin Xiuhong nodded, "What's wrong?"

Because Li Luo was a minor and could not apply for a card himself, Lin Xiuhong applied for one for him. Although Li Luo's personal information was filled in, two phone numbers could be filled in.

One is the minor’s own phone number, and the other is the parent’s phone number.

Therefore, if Lin Xiuhong wants, she can also check the information on her bank card, such as deposits, via text messages.

However, because she trusted her son, Lin Xiuhong never took the initiative to check.

After all, Li Luo usually goes to school, and when he lives in Bihai Lanting, Ying Chanxi is there to help watch over him, so there is no need to worry that he will suddenly spend money lavishly on something stupid.

In addition, Li Luo's academic performance is very good now. In Lin Xiuhong's eyes, he should be praised for doing good things, and think about whether it is actually a good thing if he does something wrong.

Therefore, the way he looked at his son was no longer suspicious like before, like staring at a thief.

But the next second, what Li Luo said still made his parents tremble all over.

"Last month, my royalties were 45,000 yuan. After paying taxes, it's probably just over 40,000 yuan."

"What?" Lin Xiuhong was stunned. She felt like she had been in shock all day. It had been such a long time since she asked Li Luo about his book writing. Why did the royalties suddenly increase so much?

Is it so profitable to write novels these days?

It's like picking up money.

Li Guohong also stayed where he was, and the cigarette between his fingers almost fell to the ground.

"Are you sure? More than 40,000?" Li Guohong's voice was a little hoarse, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The couple works hard every day, getting up early and working late at the breakfast shop, but they don't earn as much as Li Luo who just writes casually.

Where can I reason from this?
"Let me check." Lin Xiuhong took out her mobile phone with trembling hands and wanted to check her bank card information via text message.

But Li Luo quickly reminded him: "I didn't say anything. The manuscript fee will be paid on the 12th. You still have to wait two days."

"Then let me see how much money you have now." Lin Xiuhong said this and sent a text message. She soon received a text message reply from the bank account.

As a result, when she saw the bank card balance shown in the text message, which was more than 500,000, she was stunned and couldn't react for a while.

"...Li, Li Luo!" Lin Xiuhong's voice was a little shrill, and she asked Li Luo in a panic, "Didn't you say it was only 40,000? And it shouldn't have arrived yet, right? What's the matter with the more than 500,000 in your card?!"

"What the hell?" Li Guohong was stunned again, feeling that his brain was almost not enough. He quickly moved to his wife's side to take a look, and then took a breath, "It really is half a million!"

After hearing what his parents said, Li Luo was stunned.

In his impression, the total amount of his royalties, minus the mortgage payments in recent months, would be just over 100,000 yuan.

In addition to this, there should be copyright fees from the sale of the two songs "Light Chaser" and "Light", one for 12 and the other for 9. Adding them together, the total is more than .

He originally wanted to show off in front of his parents and talk about how he made money from selling songs. But who knew that there was an extra 200,000 yuan in his bank card out of nowhere.

Li Luo looked over with a suspicious look on his face, and found that it was indeed more than 500,000 yuan. He was immediately confused.

"It should be only over 300,000. Why is it more?"

"What do you mean more than 300,000? You can only make about 100,000 at best, right?" Lin Xiuhong frowned deeply, "Where did you get the money from? Don't get yourself into any trouble!"

"Um... don't worry, don't worry, let me make a call." Li Luo was also a little unsure, but he had some vague guesses in his mind, so he took out his mobile phone and called Yan Zhusheng.

"Hello?" Yan Zhusheng answered the phone almost immediately, not letting Li Luo wait too long. "Li Luo, what's up?"

"My parents are next to me."

Just in case, let's make a statement first to prevent Yan Zhusheng from saying something strange. Li Luo, who knew Yan Zhusheng very well, thought so and then continued, "Is your mother home? I have something to ask her."

"Mom is not here. What do you want to ask?" Yan Zhusheng asked curiously.

"It's like this." Li Luo said simply, "Didn't Aunt Yuan buy two of my songs before? She gave me a total of 21 yuan, but I now have a total of yuan in my bank card, yuan more than before. I wonder if this was arranged by Aunt Yuan?"

"Oh, about this." Yan Zhusheng nodded, "Didn't you go with me for the interview on Saturday?"

"I originally wanted to invite you to my house to discuss other copyright issues of "Annual Rings", but our time was taken up by the interview, so we didn't discuss it in detail at that time."

"But my mother is going to Qianjiang TV Station to participate in the New Year's Eve party, and they specifically asked me to sing this song, so my mother asked the finance department to transfer a sum of money to you first. I don't know how much it is, but it should be 200,000 yuan."

"Oh, no wonder." Li Luo nodded suddenly, "Then thank Aunt Yuan for me. There's no rush for the copyright contract. Just sign it when you have time."

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng responded, and then asked, "Have you tried the sweater?"

"Um... I've tried." Li Luo glanced at his parents and saw that they were listening carefully. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "I don't have anything else to do here. I'll hang up now."

"Eh?" Yan Zhusheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Hello, uncle and aunt, if you want to hang up, then... goodbye, uncle and aunt."

Li Luo: "...You don't have to be so polite."

"They are greeting us, why are you in such a hurry?" Lin Xiuhong snatched Li Luo's phone, rolled her eyes at her son, and then asked kindly -

"Zhu Sheng, right? Auntie has seen the sweater you gave him. It's really nice. I've also prepared a scarf for you. I'll ask Li Luo to bring it to you. See if you like it."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded happily, "Thank you, Auntie. I'm sure I like it."

"Zhu Sheng." Lin Xiuhong smiled, but couldn't hold back her inner confusion, so she asked carefully, "What did you just talk about with Li Luo, about selling two songs and the copyright fee for "Annual Rings"? What did that mean?"

"Well." When Yan Zhusheng heard her ask this, he answered her in detail.

It took Yan Zhusheng more than a few minutes to recount the entire story of how Li Luo sold several songs, and finally Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong understood the whole cause and effect of the incident.

After greeting each other warmly again and hanging up the phone, Lin Xiuhong returned the phone to her son and looked at her husband with a complicated expression on her face.

I originally thought that it was outrageous that this guy could make a lot of money by writing books. In just a few months, he saved more than 100,000 yuan. Last month's royalties were even more exaggerated, reaching more than 40,000 yuan.

but……

How come they don't know that this guy has the ability to write songs?
And I just write songs, and there are actually people who buy them?

With just three songs, he sold more than 400,000 copies!

"That's not right." Lin Xiuhong looked at Li Guohong with a puzzled look on her face. "Don't you usually read this boy's books? Zhu Sheng said that the poem "Annual Rings" was written by Li Luo first in the book. How come you didn't know that?"

“Uh…” Li Guohong’s face froze for a moment, then he smiled awkwardly, “I just glanced over that plot and thought that “Annual Rings” was some old song I had never heard of, so I didn’t pay much attention to it.”

"But didn't Zhu Sheng say that this song was very popular?" Lin Xiuhong asked suspiciously, "You often listen to Yuan Wanqing's songs, how come you don't know about this?"

"I just listen to music. Who cares about these things in normal times?" Li Guohong was speechless.

He gets up early and works late every day in the breakfast shop, so he doesn't have time to care about the gossip on the Internet.

But Li Luo couldn't help but ask, "Isn't there a comment section on Qidian? You should know it if you just take a look, right?"

"I don't usually need your inspiration..." Li Guohong muttered, "It costs several dollars a month to read your book. How can I pay for my son's book?"

When Li Luo heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but ask: "So what do you usually think?"

"Aren't there free things online?" Li Guohong whispered, "Is it easy for me to save up some money for cigarettes? You've already earned so much in royalties, so you don't need my money, right?"

Seeing Old Li's cunning look, Li Luo suddenly felt a toothache.

It’s okay for Zhu Yufei and Zhang Guohuang in our class to watch pirated movies. It’s understandable that students don’t have money. But it’s unacceptable for you, as a father, not to support the legitimate products.
"Look at how stingy you are." Lin Xiuhong couldn't stand it anymore, so she patted his shoulder and waved her hand, "From now on, if you want to read Li Luo's novels, just ask me to reimburse the expenses."

Li Guohong: "...Then I have to thank my dear wife?"

"Anyway, you can't give too much money for cigarettes. Smoking too much is harmful to your health." Lin Xiuhong said, "Otherwise, ask Li Luo if he supports you."

"Mom is right." Li Luo nodded vigorously.

"Okay, that's it for today. I'm going to take a shower." Lin Xiuhong held her forehead and waved her hand. "You kid, you always come up with something big to scare me. I need to digest it first."

"Mom, I haven't told you yet." Li Luo added, "At the beginning of this month, Aunt Yuan participated in an interview and cooperated with the website where I wrote the book to promote my book."

"So this month, the royalties are estimated to be far more than 40,000 yuan, maybe more than 100,000 yuan."

"And this is just a single website. My book has over a million words and will be distributed to other websites. By then, the royalties should be even higher."

"When the manuscript fee is issued next month, you two should prepare in advance."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong subconsciously held their breath, and for a moment they almost forgot what it felt like to breathe.

They suddenly discovered it today.

My own son seems to be a little bit rebellious.

In less than half a year, they have almost earned back the 600,000 or 700,000 yuan they saved when they bought the house!

(End of this chapter)