Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed-Chapter 116 - 93: The Exploded Class Group Chat, Li Yuan Became Tang Monk Meat (Combined - , Please Subscribe)
Hearing Li Yuan personally confirm it, Liu Jia and Xu Ziqiang still felt like they were living in a dream, even though they already knew. The newly risen Great Writer, earning a million a month, was really their college roommate.
Zhou Tianyu looked puzzled. "Li Yuan, what are you guys talking about? What millionaire? What Great Writer?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Li Yuan just smiled without speaking. Liu Jia, however, had already started enlightening Zhou Tianyu, singing Li Yuan’s praises to the skies. "Tianyu, you know about web novels, right?"
Zhou Tianyu nodded. "I’ve read a few before."
Liu Jia chuckled. "Then do you know what the hottest web novel is right now?"
Zhou Tianyu shook his head. "I don’t. I haven’t read any in a long time."
Liu Jia patted Zhou Tianyu on the shoulder with an air of shared pride and said in a pedantic tone, "Tianyu, it’s not that I want to criticize you, but you should pay attention to web literature instead of just playing games all day. Then you’ll understand just how awesome Yuan is."
Zhou Tianyu slapped Liu Jia’s hand away. "Cut the crap and just say it, will you? Stop beating around the bush."
Liu Jia didn’t take offense. He thought for a moment, deciding to use Zhou Tianyu’s family’s annual income as a unit of measurement to make it more shocking and vivid. "Let me put it this way: Yuan’s monthly income from writing is more than your family’s annual income."
Stunned, Zhou Tianyu shot to his feet. He stared at Li Yuan, who appeared completely nonchalant, and raised his voice. "Li Yuan, is what Liu Jia said true? You write web novels and earn more than a million a month?"
Hearing this, Wu Hao and Yi Jing also stopped what they were doing. They stared at Li Yuan in shock and exclaimed in disbelief.
"Holy shit, for real? Yuan, you earn over a million a month?"
"That’s too crazy! It’s unbelievable. The total worth of my family’s assets, including our old house and other fixed assets, doesn’t even come close to a million."
"A million could buy a house outright in Modu and you could settle down there! That’s my lifelong dream, and Yuan achieved it in one month? We’re all college students, so how did you turn into such a monster?"
"I asked on Tieba, and the average annual salary for computer science graduates like us is only around 100,000. To make a million, you’d have to work for ten years without eating or drinking, and that’s just Yuan’s monthly income?"
"Damn it, Yuan, you’re a god! Compared to you, we’re all pathetic."
Wu Hao let out a string of exclamations, leaped off his bed, and dramatically knelt, hugging Li Yuan’s leg in imitation of an ancient ritual. "Adoptive Father, please accept your son’s bow! From now on, I shall lead your steed, carry your stool, and walk through fire and water for you without a moment’s hesitation!"
Li Yuan shivered with revulsion and gave Wu Hao a thump. "Hell no. I don’t want to adopt a rebellious son for nothing."
Seeing someone trying to snatch his "adoptive son" title, Liu Jia grew anxious. With a fawning expression, he moved behind Li Yuan and began massaging his back, spouting a continuous stream of flattery. "Yuan, no, Adoptive Father! From now on, on the basketball court, I’ll be your personal bodyguard! The Pippen to your Jordan, willingly your number two! I’ll grab the rebounds, you take the shots. I’ll set the screens, you drive past them... Whatever you say, goes!"
Li Yuan was speechless. "Can you two stop being so melodramatic? It’s just over a million. It’s small change."
Before Liu Jia could speak, Wu Hao had already shot him a thumbs-up. "Listen to that! Our Yuan has vision! To him, a mere million or so is nothing. Next year, he’ll be on the web novelist rich list. Earning over a hundred million a year isn’t just a dream!"
Li Yuan gave Wu Hao a strange look. If you’re this good at talking, please say more. Strange, how have I never noticed that these rebellious sons of mine are such smooth talkers? Since they’re so good at it, they might as well keep going.
Liu Jia continued cheekily massaging Li Yuan’s shoulders. "Yuan, I have a question. How much do you really make in a month?"
Li Yuan shot him a sidelong glance. "Liu Jia, you really want to know? I’m afraid the blow might be too much for you to handle."
Liu Jia grinned. "Yuan, I can take it! Come on, spill it. Look, Yi Jing, Old Xu, Mouse, and Tianyu are all waiting eagerly."
Wu Hao and the others also chimed in.
"Yeah, Yuan, tell us! That way we can help you show off."
"I bet it’s definitely more than a million. I’ve seen the web novelist rich list. Last year’s highest earner made around thirty million."
"Yuan’s ’Battle Starry Sky’ is also super popular. It’s been number one on the Yuandian Web bestseller list for a long time. Your annual income shouldn’t be less than twenty or thirty million, right?"
"Holy shit, does that mean Yuan’s monthly income could be three to four million? That’s a little too terrifying."
Li Yuan coughed and rolled his eyes, exasperated. "It’s not as exaggerated as you guys are making it sound. It’s only a little over two million a month. The ones earning thirty or forty million a year have sold adaptation rights or have best-selling physical books."
Liu Jia trembled, nearly spitting up a mouthful of blood. "’Only’ a little over two million? Yuan, you’re on a whole other level! Two million! That’s two apartments in Modu!"
Even the perpetually proud Zhou Tianyu gasped, finding it utterly mind-boggling. His family’s circumstances were excellent, with total assets exceeding ten million, but even that was nothing compared to Li Yuan. That figure included all his family’s assets, like property and factories; they didn’t have much pure cash. But Li Yuan was making a clean two million every month. That was twenty-four million a year—more than his family had accumulated over several generations. It was a staggering amount.
