At Zhao Chen's home, Zhao Chen did not continue to work at this time, but silently took care of his mother Wang Ya.

Wang Ya's broken leg is almost gone, and Xiangjiang's medical level is still quite good. Although it takes some time to recover, Wang Ya's complexion is obviously much better than last month, at least she looks much younger.

"Chen'er, thank you for your hard work these days, it's all useless for your mother and I haven't brought you a better life." Wang Ya sat on the chair and touched Zhao Chen's slightly tired tender face, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Mom, these are my hobbies. I'm not happy to be a job. Don't say such things anymore. From now on, you can stay at home with peace of mind and don't look for a job anymore."

Zhao Chen let his mother caress his cheek, and his face was full of smiles from the bottom of his heart. He believed that his current ability to make money could bring Wang Ya a better life. Moreover, since his mother went to the hospital for recuperation, Zhao Chen was quite unaccustomed to it, especially when it comes to eating and tidying up housework.

Wang Ya looked at Zhao Chen's pure eyes quietly, with a loving smile on her face. She had such a promising son to be said to be her lifelong pride.

"I can promise you that I will do housework in the future!"

"Mom, let's discuss something. My novel has been officially published. I'm going to renovate our house after I get the first share. What do you think?"

Seeing Wang Ya agreeing, Zhao Chen's smile became even brighter, but because Zhao Ping easily sneaked into the room last time, he felt that he had to renovate the house as soon as possible. It was not only safer, but also much more convenient.

"Chen'er, is your share really enough? If it's not enough, it's okay to wait for a while!"

"Absolutely enough. Judging from the sales volume of the first physical book now, at least 100,000 copies will be sold, and my share reaches 10%. The first copy is priced at HK$20. In this case, I can get HK$200,000! This money is enough to build a new house, not to mention renovation!"

Zhao Chen carefully explained the benefits he was about to gain to his mother. Just renovating the house, it actually didn't cost much for Zhao Chen. Instead, a more comfortable environment would allow him to work better.

"This... so much!" Wang Ya was stunned when she heard this. She knew that her son made money very quickly, but she didn't expect it to reach this number. She had never seen it in her life, not even 50,000. Two hundred thousand was an astronomical existence for her.

"This is still a preliminary estimate, so when the batch is divided, I will hire a few workers to renovate and strengthen the house!"

Zhao Chen had no intention of changing homes. After all, although 200,000 looks a lot, the real estate in Xiangjiang is already very noisy now. 200,000 can only buy a house in a remote area, and the area is not large. Instead, it is better to renovate your own home. After living there for so many years, I have been used to everything here.

"Okay, that's the decision! By the way, the new semester is about to begin, Chen'er must not forget his studies!" Wang Ya nodded in agreement, but suddenly remembered something, and her face suddenly became a little serious.

Zhao Chen smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but think in his heart. It was no different from killing him when he went to school again. But he couldn't refuse his mother cruelly, so he had to nod his head reluctantly. In addition to wasting some time, even though the knowledge between Xiangjiang and the Tianchao was very different, with the ability to remember everything, learning was simply a little KISS for Zhao Chen!

"Don't be so bitter. It's easier to find a wife after a higher education, and you won't be despised by others!"

Wang Ya couldn't see Zhao Chen's thoughts, and couldn't help but persuade him.

"I'm afraid I can't find a wife if I have money! Besides, although I don't look like Pan An, I'm not bad. Apart from finding some jobs, there is nothing particularly good about me! Moreover, when I succeed, even if I only graduate from elementary school, there will still be a lot of international famous schools crying and calling for various degrees!" Zhao Chen said in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked like he agreed, and in fact he wanted to have a leap-like triple jump.

"I'm relieved. Chen'er, remember to concentrate on studying when you go to school. You can slow down your work and work first. Remember to combine work and rest, so that you can't hurt your body..."

With Zhao Chen showing his bitter face to agree, Wang Ya, as a mother, kept telling various life principles, which made Zhao Chen have the urge to escape in panic, because he has listened to similar words in the past and present life countless times. He could still listen to them at the beginning, but if he said too much, he would immediately reach "aesthetic" fatigue. Most people would do this. Those who don't want to hear would go in their left ear and out their right ear!

Zhao Chen returned to the room to sort out the work results of the week, especially when he saw "Football Player", he couldn't help but feel a little depressed. It was not that the drawings were not good enough, but that there were too few drawings. If there was no help from an assistant, he could only publish a half-monthly magazine.

"It seems that we need to hire another solid assistant to painters. Please contact Uncle Shangguan at that time! But I haven't seen Zhou Huimin for half a month. No, I must keep in touch with you so that I can cultivate my feelings!" Zhao Chen thought so in his mind. After thinking about it, he also brought the draft of "Football Young Player" and left the house.

"Zhao Chen, morning!" As soon as Zhao Chen went out, the bearded store manager at the convenience store next to him was sorting out the goods, but when he saw Zhao Chen, he immediately greeted him cheerfully.

"Brother Chen!" Next to the bearded store manager was a boy with a vague and sleepy face. The boy was slightly younger than Zhao Chen and was the son of the bearded store manager. When he saw Zhao Chen's slightly hazy eyes lit up and he greeted Zhao Chen enthusiastically.

"morning!"

Zhao Chen waved his hand, closed the door and walked towards the bus stop.

"Lao Dou, I want to be a cartoonist too!" The boy watched Zhao Chen go away. When Zhao Chen's figure completely disappeared, the boy couldn't help but look at the bearded store manager with a begging in his eyes.

The bearded shopkeeper showed a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then he remembered the achievements Zhao Chen had made in a short period of time.

"As long as you like it, you can't let you follow me to open a convenience store. You are still young, so let's talk about it first! Of course, don't compare it with Zhao Chen. Zhao Chen is a real genius. His future achievements may be the existence that other cartoonists look up to!" When the bearded store manager said the last moment, he had a glimmer of light in his eyes. Although he was a mean person, his eyes were always good at looking at people.

"Thank you Laodou, then I'll copy comics now. When school starts, I'll ask the art teacher to help me become a cartoonist like Brother Chen!" The boy's face showed a smile from the bottom of his heart and ran towards his room excitedly. In the past few days, he has been secretly copying comics with his father on his back.

"This kid has set a goal for himself too big. Oh, just because you have goals, you will have motivation. Everything depends on your own luck. As long as you are happy!" The bearded store manager looked at his son's departure and sighed lightly, because he has been paying attention to Zhao Chen recently, knowing the achievements Zhao Chen has made in the past month. Perhaps in the near future, once Zhao Chen's status is consolidated, he will become a well-known cartoonist in Xiangjiang.

Speaking of which, when Zhao Chen handed over the manuscript paper this week to Mingpao Group, he learned that his physical novels were still selling well, and perhaps not as popular as it was at the beginning, but the second batch had already been sold.

"Is this a rhythm of 200,000?" Zhao Chen couldn't help but think in his heart, but he was secretly happy. He naturally hoped that the more novels sold, the better, so that he would get more share.

After Zhao Chen handed over the manuscript, he took the bus straight to Mong Kok.

At Zhou Huimin's home, Zhou Huimin was still practicing the piano diligently, and the skillful melody sounded and played beautiful music.

After the song was over, Zhou Huimin couldn't help but hold her pretty little head with her right hand, but her thoughts flew into the distance.

Practicing piano at home every day, even the patient is still tired, let alone girls of Zhou Huimin's age. Fortunately, Zhou Huimin is very sensible and knows how hard her mother works, so she doesn't complain in front of her mother.

Zhou Huimin likes painting very much, especially after meeting Zhao Chen, she takes some time every day to practice painting skills, which leads to her rapid improvement in painting skills. However, from another perspective, Zhou Huimin's talent can be considered very outstanding. Not only can she become a pianist tutor when she was in junior high school, but she can also win awards for her own paintings in the future.

"Huimin, are you there?"
Chapter completed!