"My family's conditions are very bad," Jin Kuihua lowered her head, his voice was very soft: "My father used to work on a construction site, and one leg broke in an accident. Now he can't find a job and can only stay at home. My mother usually earns more than 3,000 yuan a month when working, but Brother Ritian, you know that it's not enough to rely on more than 3,000 yuan a month in this city, so I thought about writing some words to subsidize the household income. But my father said that I would delay my studies like this, and if I can't get into college, our family will be completely ruined in this life. So he tore the contract and said that he would not ask me to write books in the future and ask me to study hard."

"So that's how it is..." Wang Hao pondered.

In fact, if it is normal, Wang Hao's personality will probably let go. After all, no matter how you do, you can't delay your child's study, right?

But the problem is that this is the first fantasy book in the previous life. The money earned after writing this book is not as simple as tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands!

It can even be said to be enough for a golden sunflower to last a lifetime!

Because he has more than just this book!

With the style of golden sunflowers, you can at least write two books about fighting to break the sky and fighting martial arts!

"Where is your home?" Wang Hao thought about it carefully for a while, then said in a deep voice: "I'll go and have a good chat with your dad!"

Jin Kuihua's home is in a very old neighborhood nearby.

The buildings in this community are almost over forty years old, and they can be regarded as one of the oldest communities in Zhonghai City. The biggest reason why I never thought about moving away is that there are always rumors here that I will relocate, so the Jin Kuihua family has never been willing to sell their houses. But the news is just the news after all, and no one can say when it will be relocated.

"It's here, that's it," he soon arrived at the door of Jin Kuihua's house. He took out the key and opened the door, and then said carefully: "Dad, I'm back, and my friend is here too..."

"Who is here?" Soon, a man about forty-two or three years old limped out of the room. He thought he was Jin Kuihua's father.

Jin Kuihua's father looked stubborn, and obviously because of his disability, he was in a very bad state. His hair was messy and he was covered in alcohol. Maybe he had just drunk alcohol.

He glanced at Wang Hao and asked, "You mean the one who paid for my son to write a book?"

Wang Hao nodded: "Yeah, yes."

Jin Kuihua's father went into the bathroom without saying a word and took out a mop and scolded angrily: "Mah, I'll break your leg today if you tell my son not to learn well!"

It seems that this matter is not easy to resolve today.

But I’m not afraid, I’m lucky today, I’m invincible! I’ll kill as much as I come!

Wang Hao didn't hide or speak. He just took out a stack of money from his pocket. The unopened one was exactly 10,000 yuan and placed it on the table.

Jin Kuihua's father: "I... am I him... I..."

Then he threw away the mop in anger: "Sit."

Hehe, get it done!

After the three of them sat down, Jin Kuihua's father gasped for a few breaths before saying, "Does my son know if he wants to go to college? If you ask him to write a book, don't say that he will give him so much money, what should he do if he delays his studies? Can you afford it? It's up to this ten thousand yuan?"

"Uncle, don't worry, let's talk about it slowly," Wang Hao had no objection to his attitude, but just said with a smile: "I'm here today to talk to you about him."

"What's there to talk about?" Jin Kuihua's father glanced at the stack of 100-dollar bills again. After swallowing his saliva, he then took his eyes back and said unhappily: "Even if you say it, it's useless. I think you look pretty good. You don't look like those gangsters who are not doing their jobs, otherwise you would have beaten out long ago."

Well, Grandpa Mao’s face is indeed very good…

"Actually, I'm helping him," Wang Hao said: "Uncle, don't be angry, it seems that your family's conditions are... not very good, right?"

Wang Hao saw it specially when he entered the house.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Jin Kuihua's home as a bare-sized wall. It is no exaggeration to say that there are almost no large appliances. Not to mention refrigerators and TVs, even washing machines cannot be seen, let alone air conditioners. The only thing that can be considered large is a computer - looking at the ancient level, it is definitely a second-hand product purchased from the old appliance market, which is less than 500 yuan.

Actually, it’s understandable that a family of three relies on a woman’s salary of about 3,000 yuan a month. It’s already very good to have a meal and go to school in a place like Zhonghai.

"You are talking nonsense," Jin Kuihua's father snorted coldly: "My son is the right way to find a serious job when he goes to college in the future! What can you do with such a mess of writing books? Even if you spend money, you can make a lot of money? How much can you pay for money? Can you support him for the rest of your life?"

"How do you say this?" Wang Hao touched his chin. Well, he told him at this time that he would earn a thousand million yuan. He would definitely not believe it. Sometimes it is not that the larger the number, the better, so Wang Hao lies decisively: "Uncle, let me say that, do you think I am a fool?"

Jin Kuihua's father snorted: "It doesn't look like it."

Damn! What does it mean to be different? Isn’t it okay at all?

"That's all," Wang Hao said: "You think, I asked him to write a book, it would definitely not be a waste of work, right? Since it's not a waste of work, it means that some make money, and since some make money, it means that writing a book can indeed make money - then you think, why can I make money so surely?"

Wang Hao's words made Jin Kuihua's father confused. He asked blankly: "Why?"

"The reason is very simple," Wang Hao then turned on the mouth-breaking mode: "I know it! You think, if I don't know it, can I do this? Then since I know it, I'm here again today, and I just shot this ten thousand yuan. Why? Because I'm sure this book will be popular!"

"This...this..." Jin Kuihua's father had never been exposed to this thing, so he didn't understand the story here, but what Wang Hao said made sense - he had sold the money here with real money, and everything else could be fake, so the money would definitely not be fake! So he hesitated for a moment, and finally his attitude towards Wang Hao was a little better: "Then tell me, how is it a way to make money?"

"If you want to make money, this thing is quite complicated," Wang Hao thought for a while, and then said, "Let me say that, do you know that according to the results I have shown so far, can I guarantee how much money I make in a month?"

Jin Kuihua's father said anxiously: "How many?!"
Chapter completed!