Chapter 51

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When Tang Jiao saw Tong Yan, a cold light flashed in her eyes, but she still wore a smile. "Tong Yan is here too."

"Hello, Jiao-ge." Tong Yan didn't forget his basic manners.

"Good, good, good," Tang Jiao said, suppressing her displeasure. "Liu Ming, I bought breakfast for you. Do you want to eat it?"

"Eat, eat, eat," Liu Ming eagerly gathered around Tang Jiao. "Baozi."

"Sure, I won't buy from that place again. I waited in line for over ten minutes."

"Long lines mean the baozi are good. By the way, where did you buy them?"

"From the one on Huai Di Road," Tang Jiao continued. "I don't think they're that good. They're far from being as good as Go Believe."

Tong Yan, displeased, said, "Our family's baozi can't compare to a century-old brand like Go Believe."

Liu Ming looked unhappy. This Tang Jiao was really something, criticizing their baozi right in front of them. She had no filter.

"Oh, that baozi shop is your family's? Haha, not bad, not bad." Tang Jiao said insincerely, and Tong Yan continued to hold in his anger as he typed.

Tang Jiao didn't plan to let Tong Yan off so easily. She moved behind him, unlikable as ever. "Tong Yan, this is the novel you're writing? How much have you earned in royalties? You're not writing for free, are you?"

Liu Ming didn't want to see Tang Jiao messing with Tong Yan. He quickly pulled her away. "Jiao-jiao, let's go shopping. Let Tong Yan help watch the store."

"It's 7 AM, what's there to shop for?" Tang Jiao shrugged off Liu Ming and continued to stare at Tong Yan. "How much have you earned in royalties? Tell me, Jiao-ge."

"There are no royalties. I just started writing."

"I told you, you can't make money writing online. If anyone could make money, wouldn't everyone be a writer!" Tang Jiao said triumphantly to Liu Ming, as if her guess had been confirmed.

At this moment, Tong Yan remembered his cousin's description of his girlfriend's personality. He realized that his humility was a mistake.

The more low-key you are, the more high-profile she becomes. The lower you place yourself, the more she will ride on your neck.

To regain his dignity and to make his cousin proud, Tong Yan logged into QQ, hoping to "accidentally" expose his conversation with Watermelon, showing Tang Jiao that he could indeed earn money from writing online.

Watermelon was very cooperative. As soon as Tong Yan went online, a message came through.

Watermelon: Xiao Er, are you on break? Just send me your address, and I'll mail you the first issue of Shengda Entertainment's novel magazine.

Watermelon was really very considerate. Shengda didn't promise to mail magazines to the writers whose works were published, and Watermelon had no obligation to do this. But she was willing to spend her own money to let Tong Yan enjoy the honor of seeing his words in print. Perhaps it had something to do with Tong Yan being a teenager; if it were a middle-aged man, she wouldn't have bothered.

Tong Yan quickly replied: Watermelon-ge, no need, I can buy it from the newsstand.

Watermelon: What do you mean, no need? Send it to me quickly. Your small northern city probably won't have it.

It seemed Watermelon wasn't very confident in Shengda's distribution capabilities. More importantly, the magazine was primarily distributed in Shanghai, and only a few major cities in the north could get it. Tong Yan had no choice but to agree.

"Brother Ming, what's the detailed address here?" Tong Yan turned around, asking knowingly.

"What do you need it for?" Tang Jiao said irritably. She didn't expect Tong Yan to be so thick-skinned. She had already used all her mocking skills, and he still had the nerve to use their computer and even chat on QQ!

At this point, Tang Jiao had already considered everything in Liu Ming's house as hers.

"Oh, nothing," Tong Yan said calmly. "The website I write for has started a magazine. I wrote a novel for the magazine, and they are paying me royalties and sending me a copy of the magazine. My home address is inconvenient, and my parents would find it hard to explain, so I'll use this address."

Liu Ming looked both surprised and delighted. "You're doing well, kid. You're already earning royalties. I knew you could do it!"

Tang Jiao, however, was full of suspicion. "You're not just bragging, are you?"

"If I were bragging, I'd make it a big one. After taxes, it's less than 2,000 yuan. It's not that much. If Jiao-ge still doesn't believe me, I'll let you come with me when I collect the money."

Tang Jiao was speechless, and her heart was filled with a sense of injustice. As a senior cashier at the Strong Life supermarket, her monthly salary was less than 2,000 yuan. Tong Yan, a high school kid, could earn so much just by writing and even get published in a magazine. Wasn't this unfair?

What was even more infuriating was that after hearing the address of the bookstore from Liu Ming, Tong Yan sighed. "Forget it, I'll use the school address. This way, I can see the magazine sooner, without waiting until the end of the month." It turned out he had been teasing Tang Jiao all along.

After sending the address of Yangping No. 1 High School to Watermelon, Tong Yan clicked on Tian Zini's flashing avatar. They had been friends for a while, but they hadn't had a chance to chat.

Tian Zini: Tong Yan, I'm at Capital No. 4 High School now.