Chapter 216 Transformation
While having dinner in the evening, Lin Xiuhong sighed at the table.

"Li Luo is eating at home, but Xixi is not here, so I always feel like something is missing."

"Indeed." Li Guohong nodded in agreement, "I don't know if the plane has arrived yet."

"Probably not yet." Li Luo glanced at his phone, "It will probably arrive around 8 or 9 in the evening."

"Where was their first stop?" Lin Xiuhong asked.

"Paris." Li Luo said, "Is it an artist from Uncle Ying's company who is going to participate in the fashion show? There are also a few endorsement contracts to discuss. Didn't you talk about it while drinking yesterday?"

Later, Ying Zhicheng will take Ying Chanxi to London for some business.

Finally, we flew to Ohio in northern America, but we didn’t say where we were going.

"That's great." Lin Xiuhong sighed, "I don't know if I can go abroad once in my lifetime."

Let alone Lin Xiuhong.

Li Luo has never been abroad in his two lifetimes...

but.

"If you want to go, go ahead." Li Luo said with a smile, "Don't always be busy with the breakfast shop. You two are already this old, so hurry up and enjoy your life. Otherwise, you won't be able to walk when you're old, and I won't be able to take you on a trip abroad."

"What do you mean you're already this old?" Lin Xiuhong glared at him, "You don't have anything nice to say."

"That's right." Li Guohong agreed, "Your mother is still young."

Li Luo held his forehead helplessly.

On the one hand, he gave such advice because he wanted his parents to not be so tired, and on the other hand, he also wanted to start avoiding some risks as early as possible.

Especially the physical risks.

In her previous life, Lin Xiuhong was diagnosed with cancer. According to the doctor, it might be due to long-term overwork.

After all, Lin Xiuhong neither smokes nor drinks, so it is probably related to her long years of getting up early and going to bed late.

Li Luo is not a medical student, so he doesn't know how big the connection is, but it would be good if his parents could rest sooner, or at least stop doing this kind of work.

Thinking of this, Li Luo coughed twice: "It's like this, wasn't yesterday the 3rd? Last month's royalties have already been paid."

"Oh?" Li Guohong raised his eyebrows and asked expectantly, "How much is the fee?"

"The main site's manuscript fee is 15..."

"Wow!" Lin Xiuhong was shocked. "Didn't you say last month that it was just over 100,000?"

"That's an estimate, but 150,000 is probably a little over 100,000."

"That's a lot!" Lin Xiuhong couldn't help but say, "150,000, your father and I will have to work for half a year."

"Ahem." Li Luo cleared his throat again and reminded, "I haven't finished yet. The 21 is just the main site fee. Last month, my book was also listed on the website's distribution channel, and there is another in channel fees."

"so……"

"The actual total royalties last month should be 37."

"Three hundred and seventy thousand?!" Li Guohong stood up from his seat.

The entire dining table was pushed by his belly and moved a few centimeters with a hissing sound.

Lin Xiuhong didn't react at once and her head was buzzing.

Only Li Luo quickly held the table steady: "Don't be so excited, calm down, calm down."

"How can I not be excited?" Li Guohong's breathing became a little rapid. He said quickly, "Where is your backer? Take it out and see if it's real?"

"How can this be fake?"

Li Luo shook his head helplessly, took out his mobile phone, opened his writer background, logged in, clicked on the column of royalties, and showed it to them.

When Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong got closer and saw the number starting with "37" clearly, and carefully counted the digits before the decimal point several times, they finally confirmed the fact.

Then the couple sat back in their chairs and looked at each other in silence for a moment, not knowing what to say.

When Li Luo said that his monthly royalties were more than 40,000 yuan, the couple were already very shocked.

Later, they checked Li Luo's bank card and were shocked to find that there was more than 500,000 yuan in the card.

But after all, that was the wealth accumulated by Li Luo's hard work for more than half a year, so it was barely acceptable.

But now?
Just one month's royalties!

There are actually 37 of them?
If this isn’t money grabbing, what is?
They work hard in the breakfast shop all year round and still can't earn this much money!
As a result, my son made money by writing books for a month!

Lin Xiuhong's mind was a little fuzzy. After being hit on the head by the sudden huge surprise, she didn't know how to think.

If this trend continues, this kid Li Luo can earn millions just by writing a novel like this?

37 this month, even if there is no increase next month, if it maintains this level, it will be million in three months, and million in a year, right? !
Lin Xiuhong covered her forehead with her hands, unable to even imagine such a number.

She and Li Guohong worked hard for more than ten years, but only managed to save up about 600,000 or 700,000 yuan.

Who could have thought that in just over half a year, her son would have reached this point.

It is said that parents hope their children will become successful. Before Li Luo took the high school entrance exam, Lin Xiuhong's biggest wish was that he would be able to enter a good university.

After the high school entrance examination, I began to fantasize that my son could be admitted to Qianjiang University.

After Li Luo took first place in the class and ranked 27th in the school in the mid-term exam, Lin Xiuhong began to fantasize about her son graduating from Qianjiang University, getting a high-paying job with a monthly salary of over ten thousand yuan, and living a rich and good life.

But reality slapped her awake and told her that her imagination was not rich enough. I have something more exciting here. Come and have a look.

You don't know until you see it, and you almost get numb when you see it. Li Guohong, who was standing by, was also a little confused, his hands were shaking a little, and he picked up a cigarette to light it, but he missed the lighter several times.

After taking a puff of cigarette, he regained some composure.

Then he finally began to think about what Li Luo had said at first.

The son earns more than the couple’s annual income in just one month. Is there really a need to keep this breakfast shop open?

Instead of getting up early and working late and working so hard, it would be better to serve Li Luo well. The monthly royalties will be more than enough to spend.

But after thinking about it, Li Guohong said, "After all, your novel is not a long-term plan. You said before that you would only write it for one or two years."

“What if I can’t get the next book out once I finish writing it?”

"I think we need to wait and see."

After hearing what his father said, Li Luo shook his head and laughed. He could understand his father's thoughts.

But Li Luo thought about it and said, "Dad, I think it's okay to work, but can we find a job that's a little easier?"

"For example, think about it, the momentum of my book right now is basically unstoppable."

"It will probably be several hundred thousand per month in the future."

"Then can you give more thought to the things we talked about before, such as buying a house and a store?"

"If you own several stores in the future, you and mom can earn more every month just by collecting rent without doing anything."

"That's a store near the subway entrance. The rent won't be cheap. Isn't this more stable and easier than your breakfast shop?"

Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong were also stunned by Li Luo's reminder.

The main reason is that I have been running the breakfast shop for a lifetime and have become somewhat path-dependent.

After hearing what Li Luo said, the couple realized that it seemed to be true.

Wouldn’t it be easy for the landlord who collects rent?
Thinking of this, Li Guohong fell silent.

"It's the Chinese New Year during this period." Li Guohong thought for a moment and said, "I'll go around my relatives' place and see if I know anyone. I can ask if anyone near the subway entrance wants to sell a store."

"Ask more about those on West Street." Li Luo reminded quickly, "It's the West Street to the west of Qianjiang University that leads directly to the Ningshan Tunnel. That's the best location."

"Okay." Li Guohong nodded, and unknowingly accepted Li Luo's proposal without even thinking of questioning it. "I'll go ask."

It can only be said that the 37 yuan brought not only financial changes, but more importantly, changes in Li Luo's family status and voice.

In the past, if Li Luo said, "Ask the shops on West Street," Li Guohong would have to ask why.

After all, the subway line has not yet been finalized, let alone the specific intersection where the station will eventually be located.

But now, with the support of 37 yuan in monthly royalties and 50 yuan in savings, the couple has subtly accepted Li Luo's increased voice in the family.

And they themselves didn't even notice it.

"Oh, by the way." Li Luo added, "I'm going out on the 6th and will be in the city for a few days."

"Why are you going to the city?" Lin Xiuhong asked curiously.

"I have good grades. The website recommended me to the Qianjiang Province Online Writers Association a while ago." Li Luo said, "They are going to hold a symposium soon. I won an essay award, so they invited me to participate. There will also be an award ceremony. There is a prize of 50,000 yuan to be won."

The couple were stunned when they heard this, wondering how did you get another 50,000 yuan?

Is it so easy to make money these days?

However, with the shocking examples of 50 and 37 yuan in the past, Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong did not react as strongly to the yuan essay prize as before.

It seems that this desensitization training has been very effective.

"Isn't your uncle from the Writers Association?" Lin Xiuhong suddenly thought of this. "Why don't you tell your uncle and ask him to take you there so he can take care of you."

"No, no, these two are not considered the same association." Li Luo said quickly, "Uncle's is a serious traditional writers' association, and mine is the online writers' association that was just established this year. They are different."

"Okay, he's not young anymore, let him handle his own affairs. We don't understand." Li Guohong waved his hand and said, "But you have to be careful. Don't get cheated when you call him."

"Don't worry, my editor will be here too."

"Is that so?" Lin Xiuhong said immediately after hearing this, "Why don't we invite him to our home for a meal? We can also thank the editor for his cultivation."

"Let's talk about it later. I'll ask for their opinions."

After telling his parents all this, Li Luo finished his meal, got up to help his mother clear the table, and went into the kitchen to help wash the dishes.

But just as he was about to wash, Lin Xiuhong pushed him out of the kitchen.

"Your hands are very valuable now. Go back to your room and write. I'll wash the dishes."

Li Luo was pushed all the way back to the bedroom. He blinked and suddenly felt a little amused.

So my hands, which ranked first in the class in exams when I was in school, are no longer valuable, right?
Li Luo shook his head and laughed, sat down at the desk, and opened the laptop that Yan Zhusheng had lent him.

I just received a message from an editor.

[Qianzhou]: Tomorrow is the 5th, and I will be in Yuhang City in the afternoon. How about we meet in advance?
Upon seeing this news, Li Luo immediately raised his eyebrows.

So he replied.

[Rekindle]: Then would you like to come to my house for dinner?
[Qianzhou]: Huh? Isn't this a bit too disturbing?
[Rekindle]: It’s okay. My mom just said at the dinner table that she wanted to ask if you are free to come to her house for dinner or something.

[Qianzhou]: I see... Then please give me your address. After all, you are still a minor. I want to meet your parents first so that they can feel more at ease.

[Rekindle]: OK, see you tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)