Study System: I'm a 38-Year-Old Student-Chapter 122 - 95: Father- and Mother-in-Law Are Both Shocked!
"Ah?"
"You can make so much money!"
Chen Qingzhu was stunned. In her view, twenty-six to twenty-seven thousand was already a lot. After all, before, Shen Qiushan made just over ten thousand a month delivering food.
Twenty-six to twenty-seven thousand was equivalent to two years of his delivery income.
Now Lin Xiamo said that the paid income was even more than the reward income, which was absolutely jaw-dropping.
Lin Moxuan, after being stunned for a moment, snorted coldly, "I think you’ve been brainwashed by that kid Shen Qiushan!"
"Get some rest early!"
"I’ll get to the bottom of this!"
After speaking, Lin Moxuan stormed back to his room.
"Momo, can Qiushan really make hundreds of thousands from writing novels?"
Chen Qingzhu asked in a low voice.
"It’s hundreds of thousands a month."
Lin Xiamo emphasized.
"What??"
Chen Qingzhu was shocked again. She originally thought a book could make hundreds of thousands.
She never expected it to be hundreds of thousands a month!
"Is it really that much? Then wouldn’t it be millions a year?"
Chen Qingzhu was almost convinced because she knew Lin Xiamo. Her second daughter had always been steady and never boasted.
But for a son-in-law who used to deliver food to suddenly become a writer earning millions a year, it was really unbelievable!
"His book has only been on the shelves for a month, so I don’t know how much he’ll make in the future either."
"But just the money he’s made so far should be enough for him, Yanran, and Xiaoxiao to go to college."
Lin Xiamo said honestly.
She was really curious about how much Shen Qiushan’s paid income was last month, but such questions are quite private, and she was too shy to ask directly.
"I’ll ask Qiushan sometime."
"Momo, you should rest early."
Seeing that she couldn’t get an accurate answer from Lin Xiamo, Chen Qingzhu gave her a reminder and went back to her bedroom.
She intended to go back to the bedroom to continue sleeping since it was already twelve-thirty in the afternoon.
But then she found Lin Moxuan sitting on the sofa by the window, staring at his phone like his eyes were light bulbs.
"Why are you still on your phone instead of sleeping?"
Chen Qingzhu asked while yawning.
"I just want to see what nonsense Shen Qiushan is writing."
Lin Moxuan said angrily.
"Then you can have a look."
"I really need to sleep!"
Chen Qingzhu shook her head, lay down on the bed, and then turned off the light.
The room fell into darkness, leaving only the glow of Lin Moxuan’s phone screen.
The dim light shone on his face, and you could see the deep furrows between his eyebrows could squish a fly.
Reborn again, what kind of crappy storyline is this!
This protagonist is just a little rascal!
What kind of novel, I think it’s a biography!
The female lead is really nice, written after our Chuxue, isn’t she?
Mmm, must be, both parents are government officials with high positions...
Lin Moxuan watched Shen Qiushan’s novel critically while analyzing it in his mind.
At first, he really was in a purely critical mood, but as he read, he got into the story.
For Lin Moxuan, who usually only reads classics and ancient texts, this novel opened a new world to him, and he realized that stories could be written this way.
Compared to the classic literature at home and abroad, this story was indeed more straightforward and lively.
Men forever remain young at heart!
Director Lin was no exception; although he seemed serious most of the time, there was a "young boy" living deep inside him who occasionally played "rebellious" games with his wife.
And the protagonist in this story was vibrant and lively, instantly transporting Director Lin’s thoughts back to his youthful eighteen years.
As the plot progressed, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and even a hint of a smile occasionally appeared at the corners of his mouth.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Lin Moxuan flipped the screen again and a payment prompt appeared, asking for Penguin Coin to unlock the next Chapters.
His eyebrows furrowed again, and he snorted inwardly: This crappy novel even charges money!
Turning off his phone screen, Lin Moxuan stretched and then quietly got into bed intending to sleep.
But as he lay down, the scenes from the novel kept replaying in his mind.
This Director Lin "flipped sides" on the bed, letting out a frustrated sigh, and then picked up his phone from the bedside table again, biting his lip as he charged six Yuan in Penguin Coin...
