Chapter 64

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Tong Yan stood there, waiting until the middle-aged man next to him lost interest in the newspaper and casually folded it. Only then did he ask, "Hello, can I take a look at this newspaper?"

"Of course, here you go," the man replied straightforwardly.

After getting the newspaper, Tong Yan directly flipped to the page he wanted and continued reading the article from where he left off. It now began to discuss Tang Jia San's income situation.

More than a year ago, Tang Jia San casually wrote a novel called "Son of Light." A few months later, the novel topped the website's click ranking. Soon after, a Taiwanese publisher approached him to publish his novel, giving him the royalties for three books, totaling 12,000 yuan.

Tong Yan thought his 1,600 yuan was already something to be proud of, but seeing that Tang Jia San earned 12,000 yuan on his first try, he immediately felt the gap. Indeed, this man was someone who gave him a strange feeling.

The article also mentioned that after that, Tang Jia San's monthly income never fell below 10,000 yuan, and soon it never fell below 20,000 yuan. By this year, in March and April, his monthly income stabilized at over 50,000 yuan! His annual income was at least 500,000 yuan!

This figure greatly shocked Tong Yan. It turned out that writing web novels could indeed make one so wealthy. Moreover, according to his knowledge, among the writers on起点 (Qidian), Tang Jia San was not the highest earner. The one with the strongest earning power was Xuehong, who ranked first among the eight professional writers and was at the top of the monthly ticket chart.

If Tang Jia San could earn such a high income, how terrifying must Xuehong be? Could he really have reached the legendary annual income of a million yuan!?

Next, the article analyzed Tang Jia San's income structure from two aspects: traditional publishing and online copyrights. Additionally, he recently sold the simplified Chinese copyright and audio copyright, which would also become an important part of his future high income, making it very promising.

Now, Zhang Wei had already paid off his mortgage in the capital city with his writing income and was even regretting buying a smaller house.

The report was quite long, and Tang Jia San was undoubtedly the focus, but it didn't just talk about him. It then introduced a colleague of Tang Jia San through his mouth. Because this colleague often changed pen names, his name was not mentioned. However, according to Tang Jia San, this friend had been writing for three years, earning about 200,000 yuan per year. He usually wrote 20,000 words a day for three months, earned enough money, and then spent the next three months traveling, enjoying the world's scenery.

This carefree lifestyle made Tong Yan extremely envious. Thinking about how, even with a prestigious university degree, he would still have to work from nine to five, grinding away for a house, a car, and a so-called future, he felt a deep sadness. That wasn't what he wanted!

The article then cited several other examples, such as Xing Shanhu, a partner in a web game company under the pen name "Shuodebu Dashi" (representative work "Mercenary World"), Wu Buxiao, a Ph.D. in mechanics (representative work "Agent of Demons"), and Ming Mei, a web writer from Sichuan (representative work "Chronicles of a Supernatural Being"). It briefly described the origin and current state of fantasy literature and web writers, indicating that this was a rapidly developing industry full of opportunities and possibilities!

Tong Yan memorized every word and sentence. He wasn't reading as an outsider; he felt like he was one of them—Tang Jia San, Shuodebu Dashi, Wu Buxiao, Ming Mei. This feeling wasn't just because he had written a half-finished "A Private Soldier's History"; it was more like a deep-seated destiny from his soul.

What surprised, excited, and overwhelmed Tong Yan the most was the mention at the end of the report. The editor mentioned a signed author named "Fengxue Piaopiao" on Huanjian Book Alliance. He started publishing his works when he was in the second year of junior high school and is now a high school student. As of now, he has already written nearly a million words of novels and has gained some fame online. At the same time, his essay scores in school have also improved, and he has even won awards.

This person, this person is so much like me!

Tong Yan was both surprised and excited. With such a typical case in front of him, he suddenly felt that his previous actions weren't so excessive. He even had a faint feeling of "If he can do it, why can't I?"

This time, when he returned, Tong Yan first went back to his own home. He was eager to see his mother, who was in good health.

"Mom, how are you feeling now?" For the past few days, his mother had been ordered to rest at home and not go anywhere, by his father's command.

"I'm fine, I could have gone out long ago. It's just your father, who is afraid of everything, who won't let me out," his mother complained, but Tong Yan could hear the sweetness and pride in her voice.

After the sweetness and pride, his mother didn't forget to ask about his exam results. "How did you do this time?" She was a bit nervous, worried that her illness might have affected his performance. She insisted on being discharged early to save on hospital fees and to avoid distracting her son.

Tong Yan didn't play any suspense with his mother. "I didn't do very well, I didn't get first place, only second."

"Second is still good, very good, very good," his mother said, recalling that Tong Yan's best class ranking was second. "What about your grade ranking?"

"I'm talking about being second in the grade."

Tong Yan loved his mother's expression at this moment. His mother beamed, "Son, you're amazing!"

"Mom, even if I have a bad exam once or twice, don't worry. As long as I take it seriously, with the foundation I've built, getting into the top ten in the grade is like taking something out of a pocket." Tong Yan's words seemed to be preparing for a potential future failure, but his mother found them reasonable and was full of confidence in her son, which was enough.

From the past exam results of Yangping No. 1 High School, those in the top ten of the grade could generally exceed the admission scores of the top universities, Tsinghua and Peking. As long as he maintained this level, Tong Yan had a good chance of getting into his dream university, Peking University.

The change in the Tong family brought about by his mother's illness was visible, especially at the dining table. Their breakfast, which used to be baozi, was now a pancake, because the baozi shop was gone!

Tong Yan's father had thought long and hard before selling the baozi shop. Previously, renting a storefront to sell baozi was for the sake of face. No matter how small the business, it was still a shop, and they were small business owners. In reality, the income from renting a shop to sell baozi was not as good as that of mobile street vendors, who didn't have to pay rent. Apart from having to avoid the city management, the income of street vendors was also very substantial.

After his mother's illness, Tong Yan's parents wanted to support two college students. They had to endure more hardship and work harder. For their children, they might not complain about the hard work, but as a child, Tong Yan felt for them. Thinking about his father, who was forty years old, fleeing in panic from the city management, he found it hard to swallow the actually delicious pancake.

The 1,600 yuan in royalties that Tong Yan had already withdrawn before returning home was in his pocket. He had once thought about being honest and handing the money over to his parents to help with the family's urgent needs. However, now it seemed that this money would not significantly change the family's situation. Thinking about the report he read on the way home, a certain thought deep in his heart was rekindled!

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