This is the answer that Mu Yuchen carefully considered on the road.

This answer has several benefits.

First, parents support themselves in writing books online, which I knew in my previous life.

Second, it is an honor to be valued by the Dean of the Faculty of Letters, which is enough to offset the gap between the two colleges.

Third, throw out the matter of writing your own book, and then you can understand it by taking the money out yourself, after all, writing books can also make money!

It's a great way to kill three birds with one stone!

"What? You wrote a book on the Internet, and you were seen by the dean of the Faculty of Letters?" Mu De and Wang Fang were a little difficult to digest such a large amount of information.

"Yes, I wrote a fantasy book on the Internet, and now it is very popular, and somehow it reached the ears of the dean of the Faculty of Letters, and he specially found me, saying that I am a seedling of a writer, and I have to go to the Faculty of Letters. ”

After Mu Yuchen finished speaking, he felt a little blushing.

But he has to brag a little bit to do it, not to exaggerate, how can he make his parents believe it?

Did he want to tell his parents that I had thought of a lot of ways to post to the Faculty of Letters, and even spent more than 600,000 yuan to hold a competition for them, so that they could finally get into the Faculty of Letters.

This is what makes it even more difficult for parents to accept.

What Mu Yuchen didn't expect was that after hearing this, Mu De was very angry.

"Nonsense, you're just a student now, studying is the most important thing for you, what to write!"

"Huh?" Mu Yuchen was stunned.

In his previous life, after his father knew that he wrote it, he was still very supportive, why did he change his attitude in this life?

Is it because the timing is wrong?

In his previous life, he wrote that after dropping out of school, when several jobs were not going well, it could be regarded as a desperate way to go, so his father would support it.

But now, he is a student at a key university, and his family's expectations for him are relatively high, so he will definitely not be accepted to write.

This means that people will have different attitudes towards the same thing in different circumstances.

After figuring out this joint, Mu Yuchen relaxed.

"Dad, don't take writing as a career, we're very profitable!"

"How much money can you make? For the sake of this little benefit in front of you, you have put all the major events of your life on board?" Mu De scoffed.

"How much do you make?" Anyway, I made more than 40,000 yuan last month, and even more this month, maybe I can earn 50,000 or 60,000 yuan!" Mu Yuchen pretended not to care.

The Eternal God Emperor is now doing very well, on the one hand, the theme is novel and the rhythm is bright, which is obviously beyond the level of the times, and on the other hand, he updates quickly, 10,000 words a day.

The book's current average order has broken 10,000, and the manuscript fee of 50,000 or 60,000 yuan is undercounted, and if the number of words is more, it is only a matter of time before it breaks 100,000.

"What?" Mu De and Wang Fang were both taken aback.

What is the concept of fifty or sixty thousand?

The two of them now have a monthly salary of less than 2,000 yuan, that is to say, the combined salary of the two of them in a year is 50,000 or 60,000 yuan.

And Mu Yuchen actually claimed that he could earn fifty or sixty thousand yuan a month, how could this not shock them?

"Son, you can't be involved in some pyramid scheme, right? That kind of thing can't be believed!" Wang Fang couldn't help but worry.

Now many pyramid schemes rely on high income to tempt people, and she is afraid that her son will also fall into it.

"Don't believe it, right? It's very simple, I'll turn on the computer after eating and let you see!" Mu Yuchen drank the porridge.

The computer at home is still the old-fashioned computer he bought when he was in the second year of junior high school, and the CPU still seems to be 386, which is extremely slow, and it takes ten minutes to turn on the machine.

However, Mu Yuchen was not in a hurry, he moved two chairs and let his parents sit aside, he enjoyed the feeling of sitting together as a family.

"Whether you make money or not, you still have to hurry up your studies, college is the most important time in your life, and if you miss this stage, you will regret it in the future!"

If it was a twenty-year-old Mu Yuchen, he would definitely refute it.

But now Mu Yuchen is a twenty-year-old body and a thirty-year-old heart, and in the face of his parents who are still in a very harmonious relationship now, he is full of joy and it is too late, where will he refute.

"It's on!" the computer finally turned on.

Mu Yuchen opened the webpage, logged in to the writer's background of the starting point, and found the page for the payment of remuneration.

"You see, the manuscript fee I received last month was 40,186 yuan, this is still after tax, although this month's manuscript fee has not yet come out, but it can almost be calculated, it is estimated that there must be at least fifty or sixty thousand!"

The information on the website is very detailed, not only Mu Yuchen's name, but also his ID number and home address.

Mu De and Wang Fang could immediately determine that this must be the money earned by their son.

"Son, you are amazing!" Wang Fang's tears flowed out at once, and he hugged Mu Yuchen.

"It's true!" muttered Mudd, as if he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

"Okay, don't cry, isn't that a good thing. Mu Yuchen comforted his mother.

It took a while for everyone to get back to normal, but they had turned off their computers and moved to the couch in the living room.

Mu Yuchen stroked the armrest of the sofa, this set of sofas was bought at home when he was very young, it can be said that it was expensive at the time, and now it has broken down in many places.

But he knew that the sofa had been used for many years, and it was still in the house until it was reborn.

Although the family's conditions were much better at that time, Mude always said that he would wait until he got married to get a new one.

"Anyway, you have also seen, my earning power is already very strong now, you don't have to give me money in the future, and let me repay the family's loan!" Mu Yuchen began to relieve the pressure on his parents.

"Is it reliable to write? There will be no money after a book is written, right?" Mu De still had some doubts, and Wang Fang was the same.

The Internet is still a very foreign thing to them, and they don't dare to believe it.

"Of course it's reliable!" Mu Yuchen laughed, "You know that there are many writers who make millions a year by writing!"

"What if it's finished?" Wang Fang hurriedly asked.

"I'm going to continue selling money after I'm done!" Mu Yuchen explained, "I'm done writing, but I'm still selling, and I'll be given money for subsequent sales." ”

Not to mention anything else, even if that genius boy doesn't write a few follow-up books, he can still beat the vast majority of online writers by relying on this year's divine book.

Writers who eat a book for a lifetime also abound.

"What's more, it can also be adapted into comics, movies, games, etc., all of which are also going to give me money!"