"Ah?"
"You can make so much money!"
Chen Qingzhu was stunned. In her view, twenty-six to twenty-seven thousand was already a lot. After all, before, Shen Qiushan made just over ten thousand a month delivering food.
Twenty-six to twenty-seven thousand was equivalent to two years of his delivery income.
Now Lin Xiamo said that the paid income was even more than the reward income, which was absolutely jaw-dropping.
Lin Moxuan, after being stunned for a moment, snorted coldly, "I think you've been brainwashed by that kid Shen Qiushan!"
"Get some rest early!"
"I'll get to the bottom of this!"
After speaking, Lin Moxuan stormed back to his room.
"Momo, can Qiushan really make hundreds of thousands from writing novels?"
Chen Qingzhu asked in a low voice.
"It's hundreds of thousands a month."
Lin Xiamo emphasized.
"What??"
Chen Qingzhu was shocked again. She originally thought a book could make hundreds of thousands.
She never expected it to be hundreds of thousands a month!
