At Lin Xiuhong's request, Li Luo had no choice but to take out all the clothes and pants given to him by the three girls, and then put them on himself.

What Yan Zhusheng bought for him was a turtleneck beige sweater, paired with the dark blue down jacket that Ying Chanxi bought for him, and the black wide-leg cotton pants that Xu Youyu gave him.

After changing his school uniform into such a new outfit, Li Luo, who was already quite handsome, suddenly became a little more fashionable in temperament, and he looked more mature than when he was wearing school uniform.

If Li Luo went out dressed like this and had a more fashionable hairstyle, no one would be able to recognize that he was a high school student.

"It's pretty good-looking." Lin Xiuhong nodded with satisfaction, "She looks like a human being."

"That's what you said." Li Luo was speechless for a moment, "Didn't you look like a human before?"

"Why are you interrupting what I'm talking about?" Lin Xiuhong rolled her eyes at him, and then asked, "How did Xixi and the other three think of giving you clothes? And they gave it to you together."

"What's the point of this?" Li Luo asked strangely, "Is it normal for Xixi to send clothes? Yan Zhusheng is because of our deskmate relationship. I usually take care of her in the class. As a senior, she lives with us after all.

I usually make late-night snacks for her, so it’s normal to give her a pair of pants."

"Really?" Lin Xiuhong looked at her son and then at her husband.

Li Guohong hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "That's probably true. It's normal for classmates who have a good relationship to give gifts."

This is considered difficult for Li Guohong.

After all, it was last century when he went to high school. Who knows what the young man is thinking about every day now.

"However." Li Guohong added, "Since someone has given you a gift, you should at least give it back, otherwise you won't be able to justify it."

"Hey, talking about this." When Lin Xiuhong heard what he said, she suddenly remembered something. She quickly got up and walked into the bedroom. Then she took out a few scarves and said to Li Luo, "How many scarves have we knitted this time? How many scarves did you get?"

Go away."

Li Luo blinked and looked down at the scarves in his mother's hand, not surprised.

After all, in the past few months before the Chinese New Year, Lin Xiuhong would do some needlework when she came home from work during the day. When she had nothing to do, it had become a habit.

So he thought about it and took a white one, an orange one, and then a red one.

Seeing that Li Luo only took three, Lin Xiuhong frowned: "Take another one. I'll replace the one on your neck. I don't know where you bought it."

"Uh..." Li Luo coughed twice and explained in a low voice, "This scarf was knitted by Xixi, so I don't want to change it."

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death.

But all of a sudden, Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong were even more stunned.

I didn't respond for a long time.

"Is it knitted by Xixi?" Lin Xiuhong confirmed repeatedly.

"yes."

"Okay." Lin Xiuhong put away the remaining scarf, "I will accept the clothes you bought. I bought them for my grandparents. I will send them to them in two days to make them happy."

After finishing the clothes, Li Luo watched Lin Xiuhong put away the clothes and suddenly remembered something, so he said to his parents: "There is one more thing I need to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Li Guohong just took out a cigarette and went to the balcony to relax, but was stopped by Li Luo and couldn't help asking.

"That's it. My manuscript fee for last month has already been paid out. It will be sent to my bank card on the 12th." Li Luo said.

"Oh, I know." Lin Xiuhong nodded, "What's going on?"

Because Li Luo was a minor and could not apply for a card by himself, Lin Xiuhong originally applied for one for him. Although Li Luo's personal information was filled in on it, two phone numbers could be filled in.

One is the minor’s own phone number, and the other is the parent’s phone number.

Therefore, if Lin Xiuhong wants to, she can also check the information on her bank card through text messages, such as deposits.

However, out of trust in her son, Lin Xiuhong never took the initiative to check.

After all, Li Luo usually goes to school, and when he returns to live in Bihailanting, Ying Chanxi is there to help watch over him, so he is not afraid that he will suddenly spend money lavishly to buy any random things.

In addition, Li Luo's academic performance is now very good. In Lin Xiuhong's eyes, he should be praised for doing good deeds, and should think about whether it is actually a good thing before doing something wrong.

Therefore, I no longer look at my son with the suspicion that I used to stare at a thief.

But the next second, what Li Luo said still shocked both his parents.

"Last month's manuscript fee was 45,000, and after taxes, it's probably just over 40,000."

"What?" Lin Xiuhong was stunned. She felt like she had been in shock all day. How long had it been since she asked Li Luo about the situation of writing a book? Why did the royalties suddenly increase so much?

Is it so profitable to write novels these days?

It's like picking up money.

Li Guohong also stayed where he was, with the cigarette between his fingers almost falling to the ground.

"Are you mistaken? More than 40,000?" Li Guohong's voice was a little broken, and there was some disbelief on his face.

The couple worked hard every day, working in a breakfast shop from dawn to dusk, but they didn't make as much money as Li Luo did by writing casually.

Where can I reason from this?

"I'll check." Lin Xiuhong took out her phone with trembling hands, trying to check her bank card information via text message.

But Li Luo quickly reminded: "I won't say it anymore. The manuscript fee will not be released until the 12th, so we have to wait for two days."

"Then let me see how much money it is now." Lin Xiuhong said so, she had already sent a text message, and soon received a text message reply with her bank account number.

As a result, when she saw the bank card balance displayed in the text message, which was more than 500,000 yuan, she was stunned and couldn't react for a while.

"...Li, Li Luo!" Lin Xiuhong's voice was a little shrill, and she asked Li Luo in a slightly panicked tone, "You, you... didn't you say it was only 40,000? And it shouldn't have been paid yet? Is it on your card?"

What’s going on with the more than five hundred thousand?!”

"What the hell?" Li Guohong was stunned again, feeling that his brain was running out of energy. He quickly walked over to his wife and took a look, then took a breath of air, "It's really half a million!"

Hearing what his parents said, Li Luo felt dumbfounded.

In his mind, the total of his royalties, excluding the mortgage payment of the past few months, was probably just over one hundred thousand.

In addition, the copyright fees for the two songs "Light Chaser" and "Light" should be sold, one is 120,000 and the other is 90,000. This adds up to a total of more than 300,000.

Originally, he was thinking of pretending to be a little bit in front of his parents, and by the way, he wanted to talk about how he made money by selling songs.

Who knew that in the end, there would be an extra two hundred thousand yuan in the bank card for no apparent reason.

Li Luo went over to take a look with suspicion, and found that it was really more than half a million, and he was immediately confused.

"It should only be more than 300,000 yuan. Why is there more?"

"What's more than 300,000 yuan? You can earn more than 100,000 yuan, right?" Lin Xiuhong frowned deeply, "Where did all this money come from? Don't get into any trouble!"

"Uh... don't worry, wait for me to make a call." Li Luo was a little unsure, but had some vague guesses in his mind, so he took out his mobile phone and called Yan Zhusheng.

"Hello?" Yan Zhusheng answered almost instantly, not letting Li Luo wait for too long. "Li Luo, are you okay?"

"My parents are here."

Just in case, let me make a statement first to prevent Yan Zhusheng from saying something strange. Li Luo, who knew Yan Zhusheng very well, thought so, and then continued, "Is your mother at home? I have something to ask her."

"Mom is not here, what do you want to ask?" Yan Zhusheng asked strangely.

"That's it." Li Luo said simply, "Didn't Aunt Yuan buy two of my songs before? She gave me a total of 210,000, but now I have a total of 500,000 in my bank card, which is 200,000 more than before.

, I wonder if it was arranged by Aunt Yuan?"

"Oh, that's right." Yan Zhusheng nodded, "Didn't you go with us for the interview last Saturday?"

"I originally asked you to come to my house to talk about other aspects of the copyright of "Annals of the Year", but the interview took up time, so we didn't discuss it in detail at the time."

"But my mother was going to Qianjiang TV station to attend the New Year's Day party, and everyone was asked by name to sing this song, so my mother asked the finance department to give you a sum of money first, but I don't know how much it was.

It should be two hundred thousand."

"Oh, no wonder." Li Luo suddenly nodded, "Then thank Aunt Yuan for me. Don't worry about the copyright contract. Just sign it when you have time."

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng responded, and then asked, "Have you tried on the sweater?"

"Um... I tried it." Li Luo glanced at his parents and saw that they were listening attentively. He silently wiped away the cold sweat and said, "I have nothing else to do here, so I will hang up now."

"Eh?" Yan Zhusheng was stunned for a moment, then said immediately, "Hello, uncle and aunt, if you want to die, then... see you, uncle and aunt."

Li Luo: "...There's no need to be so polite."

"They are greeting us, why are you in a hurry?" Lin Xiuhong snatched Li Luo's cell phone, rolled her eyes at her son, and then asked kindly -

"Bamboo fungus, right? Auntie also saw the sweater you gave him. It's very beautiful. Auntie has also prepared a scarf for you. I'll ask Li Luo to bring it to you when the time comes. See if you like it."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded happily, "Thank you, auntie, I definitely like it."

"Bamboo play." Lin Xiuhong smiled on her face, but then she couldn't restrain her inner confusion and asked carefully, "What were you talking about with Li Luo just now, about selling two songs, and what about "Rings of the Year"?

Copyright fees and so on, what do they mean?”

"That's it." Yan Zhusheng heard her ask and answered in detail.

It took about a few minutes for Yan Zhusheng to retell the story of Li Luo selling several songs, and finally Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong figured out the cause and effect of the whole thing.

After greeting each other cordially again and hanging up the phone, Lin Xiuhong returned the phone to her son and looked at her husband with a complicated expression on her face.

I originally thought that this kid could make a lot of money by writing books, but in just a few months, he had saved more than 100,000 yuan. Last month's manuscript fee was even more exaggerated, more than 40,000 yuan.

but……

How come they didn't know that this kid had the ability to write songs?

And just write songs, and people actually buy them?

Just three songs sold more than 400,000 yuan!

"That's not right." Lin Xiuhong looked at Li Guohong with a strange look on her face, "Don't you always read this guy's books? Zhusheng said that Li Luo wrote the song "Rings of the Year" first, so why didn't you know that?

?”

"Um..." Li Guohong's face stiffened for a moment, and then he said with a smile, "I glanced at that part of the plot. I thought "Annual Rings" was some old song that I had never heard, so I didn't pay much attention to it."

"But didn't Zhusheng say that this song is quite popular?" Lin Xiuhonghu asked, "You often listen to Yuan Wanqing's songs, why don't you know about this?"

"I just listen to music. Who cares about these things usually?" Li Guohong was speechless.

He works in the breakfast shop from dawn to dusk every day, so he has no time to care about the gossip on the Internet.

But Li Luo couldn't help but ask: "Don't Qidian have a comment section? You should know it just by looking at it, right?"

"I usually don't need your enlightenment..." Li Guohong muttered in a low voice, "It costs several dollars a month to read your book. How can I pay to read my son's book?"

When Li Luo heard this, his face suddenly turned dark, and he couldn't help but ask: "So what do you usually think about it?"

"Aren't there free ones on the Internet?" Li Guohong said in a low voice, "Is it easy for me to save some money for cigarettes? You already have so much royalties, so you don't need my money, right?"

Seeing Lao Li looking like a thief, Li Luo suddenly felt a toothache on his face.

It’s okay for Zhu Yufei and Zhang Guohuang in class to watch pirated copies. It’s understandable that the student party has no money. You, a father, don’t even support the genuine version. It’s unreasonable!

"Look at how stingy you are." Lin Xiuhong couldn't stand it anymore. She patted him on the shoulder and waved her hand, "From now on, if you read Li Luo's novels, just ask me to reimburse you for the expenses."

Li Guohong: "...Then I still have to thank my dear wife?"

"Anyway, you can't give too much money for cigarettes. Smoking too much is harmful to your health." Lin Xiuhong said, "Otherwise, you ask Li Luozhi if he will support you."

"Mom is right." Li Luo nodded vigorously.

"Okay, let's do this for today. I'm going to take a shower." Lin Xiuhong held her forehead and waved her hand, "You kid, you are planning to scare me with big things. I have to digest it first."

"Mom, I haven't told you yet." Li Luo added, "At the beginning of this month, Aunt Yuan participated in an exclusive interview to promote my book in cooperation with the website where I wrote the book."

"So this month, the manuscript fee is estimated to be far more than 40,000, maybe more than 100,000."

"And this is still a single website. My book has millions of words and will be distributed to other websites. The royalties should be even higher by then."

"When the manuscript fee is paid next month, you two should also be prepared in advance."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong subconsciously held their breath, and for a moment they almost forgot what it felt like to breathe.

They suddenly discovered it today.

My son seems to be a bit unfaithful.

In less than half a year, they have almost made back the 600,000 to 700,000 yuan deposit they invested when buying a house!
Chapter completed!