In Lin Xiuhong's impression, apart from giving Li Luo a thousand and a half pocket money during the summer vacation, she had never given him any money since then.

So the five thousand yuan was definitely not given by them.

After all, Li Guohong had to rely on his own money to smoke a few cigarettes, so how could he have any spare money for a guy like Li Luo.

"Is it the royalties?" Li Guohong took the wad of banknotes with doubt and disbelief in his tone, "Is it true? It's a few thousand dollars, right?"

"Here is five thousand yuan." Li Luo said.

"Five thousand yuan..." Lin Xiuhong was silent for a moment, but finally said, "Li Luo, I know you are very powerful. At your age, you earn five thousand yuan by writing books, and other kids don't know what you are doing.

"

"But you have been writing this book since the end of June during the summer vacation. How many months has it been now?"

"It's been three or four months, right?"

In Lin Xiuhong's opinion, five thousand yuan is indeed a lot.

But if you earn 5,000 in three or four months, it will only be 20,000 to 30,000 in a year.

Yes, it is indeed a lot, and for a high school student like Li Luo, it is a huge amount of money.

But if I could use the income of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year and a small 100,000 yuan in three years in exchange for Li Luo to be admitted to Qianjiang University.

For Lin Xiuhong, it was completely worth it.

But Li Luo's next words left Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong completely stunned.

"These 5,000 yuan are only part of last month's manuscript fee." Li Luo coughed twice and reminded, "The manuscript fee in August was more than 7,000 yuan, and in September it was 12,000 yuan. The subsequent monthly manuscript fees will only be

More and more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Guohong's hand holding the banknotes shook.

"What did you say?!" Lin Xiuhong on the side was even more shocked and couldn't believe it. She thought she heard it wrong.
Chapter completed!