Fang Zigu arrived home, his mother had already gone to work, he opened the refrigerator to find something to eat, and hurriedly approached the bedroom.

"System?" Fang Zigu said tremblingly.

God knows how afraid he was that the so-called [text money system] was fake, and who played a joke on him.

As soon as Fang Zigu's words fell, a blue display screen appeared in front of his eyes again.

[Word Count]: 0

[Gold]: 0

[Fans]: 0

[Charm]: 0

"It's true!" Fang Zigu's whole body became excited.

He hurriedly opened the writer's backstage, and after thinking about it carefully, he wrote the first chapter of "A 300-pound daughter-in-law at the beginning".

Two hours later, 3,000 words came out.

He closed the backstage, opened the system and looked at it.

[Word Count]: 3000

[Gold]: 0

[Fans]: 0

[Charm]: 0

"Convert it all to money!"

If you don't sign a contract, 0.1 yuan per word, if you calculate it according to this ratio, the amount of money he can convert should be 300!

Fang Zigu's whole heart was raised, and he looked at the system screen worriedly.

The screen changes instantly, and the number after [Money] changes from 0 to 300.

"I ...... I...... it!"

Fang Zigu roared with red eyes like a hungry wolf.

After yelling, he slowly calmed down.

It's not the final step yet, so you have to make sure if the money in the system can be withdrawn.

Thinking of this, Fang Zigu hurriedly opened the system and said softly: "Withdraw."

"Please bind your bank card. The system's sweet voice came.

Fang Zigu hurriedly took out his bank card that couldn't even withdraw 0.1 yuan, and bound it according to the requirements.

"The current withdrawable balance is 300 yuan, is it fully withdrawn?"

"Withdraw it all!"

"Withdrawal successful!"

At the same time, a text message came from Fang Zigu's mobile phone.

"Received a $300 transfer!"

"Ahhh

Fang Zigu almost jumped up excitedly, looking at the extra 300 yuan from the bank card, he felt as if he had come back to life!

3,000 words for 300 yuan! According to his update speed, if he updates for 10 hours a day, he can update about 15,000 words, then the money is 1,500 yuan!

What about a month?

1500X30, that's 45000 yuan!

Isn't he also a white-collar worker with a monthly income of more than 10,000 yuan? ?

According to conservative estimates, if you update 10,000 words a day, then the amount of money that can be exchanged for a day is 1,000 yuan, and a month is 30,000 yuan!

What if you can sign a contract?

30,000*10, that's 300,000!

300,000 a month, Fang Zigu couldn't even think of it before!

What if you go on the Sanjiang Channel again......

Multiply by 10!

That's 3 million!

If......

What if, into the boutique?

Multiply by 10!!

That's ......

30 million!

30 million a month!

That's 300 million a year!

What if my writer level increases?

What if you become a great god and stand on the top of silver!!

That......

Fang Zigu swallowed fiercely.

"Smack!"

He slapped himself hard.

Be sober, Fang Zigu, you are still a novice who has not signed a contract......

He looked up at the time.

It was 2 p.m.

He counted the time.

Before going to bed at night, there are still ten hours, and in the meantime, grab the codeword!

Just do it!

......

......

By six o'clock in the evening, Fang Zigu had already coded out a full five thousand words.

Since he had already thought of the outline and plot of the novel very well, he stacked it quite smoothly.

He was about to stretch and continue when he heard a slight noise outside the door, followed by a slight sigh from his mother.

Fang Zigu had a sour nose.

He knows how difficult it is for his mother to raise him alone over the years, and he knows how much his mother hopes that her son can have a stable job, marry a daughter-in-law in the future, and live a peaceful life.

However, he is really not angry!

......

......

Su Meizhen, who was outside the door, slowly approached the kitchen, ready to cook.

She looked at her son, who was writing in the room, and her heart was mixed.

Her son wants to be a writer and supports his family by writing, but she doesn't disagree.

On the contrary, there is some joy because she is a person who has dedicated her life to education and literature.

She doesn't want her son to be rich, but she wants him to be safe and happy.

I don't know if my son was born with that material, or if the level is not enough.

More than a year has passed, more than a dozen books have been written, and only two have signed contracts, and these two books, in the words of his son, have hit the street~

Alas......

Su Meizhen picked up her mobile phone, clicked on the Singularity APP, looked at the novel written by her son, shook her head and sighed.

"Mom, I'll help you cook!" Fang Zigu walked over to his mother and sat down.

"What do you cook, you have time to read more books, and improve your writing. The so-called accumulation is that you can only accumulate more often, and when the opportunity comes to you, you will not be in a hurry. ”

Fang Zigu nodded with a sour nose, "That's right, Mom, I got a job today." Eton office, the center of City D, is one of the world's top 500 companies. ”

"Really?" Su Meizhen threw down the beans in her hand and looked at her son in surprise.

"Really, Mom, don't worry, I will work hard to make money in the future, and I will only write novels in my spare time. Fang Zigu replied with a smile.

"Okay! good!" Su Meizhen touched her son's hair and said with relief: "My son has really grown up." ”

......

......

Had dinner in the evening.

Fang Zigu is used to opening the Singularity APP.

The top few on the monthly ticket list and the best-selling list have always been the ones that can't be beaten.

I heard that the number one novel on the best-selling list has exceeded 100,000.

All 100,000!

This is a number that Fang Zigu can't even think of......

He once roughly calculated, according to the average order of 100,000, 4 million words.

There are 15 million subscriptions to the APP alone, and after deducting the sharing and sharing, the income is almost six or seven million.

This is not counting subscriptions, tips, and copyrights on other platforms.

If you calculate how much income you add up, Fang Zigu is not sure.

But ten million should be there.

However, these Fang Zigu are not envious now.

With this [text money system], my future income will definitely increase geometrically.

Turning off his phone, Fang Zigu picked up a book of ancient world history and read it.

Reading is a compulsory part of writing at all times.

Only when you read more books, the level of writing will improve faster.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Fang Zigu, who was tired all day, was ready to sleep.

He opened WeChat and took a look and found that there was an unread message.

A WeChat person named "Yuanshan Dai" sent him a message.

It turned out to be Su Dai'er? She sent a message to herself? What could be the matter in the middle of the night?

Fang Zigu clearly remembered that the last time the two talked was two months ago~

He clicked on the message and looked at it.

"Things to prepare for tomorrow: a diary, a signature pen, a drinking glass, a seven-inch color photograph, a leather bag. Wear formal attire and be in the department by 8:20 a.m. ”

This Su Daier~

Fang Zigu smiled and replied "thank you". Throwing his phone aside, he slowly fell asleep while reminiscing about his previous happy times.