Rebirth Must Be Happy

Chapter 228 [227] My Sister Can't Be That Cute (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)
Before going to bed, Xu Jinhuan sent messages to Chen Xingzhu and Xie Wanqing respectively, but neither of them replied. They were probably chatting, so he didn't send any more messages.

"Ding Dong"

He had just turned off the light when his phone rang again. He thought it was Chen Xingzhu or Xie Wanqing replying to a message, so he turned on the light and picked it up, only to see that Chen Xingruo had accepted his friend request.

Chen Xingruo: "What's up?"

Xu Jinhuan: "No, I just came to admire Sister Ruo's popularity and prestige."

Chen Xingruo: "Oh."

Xu Jinhuan: "Where's your sister?"

Chen Xingruo: "If I told you that I am my sister, would you believe me?"

Xu Jinhuan: “???”

Chen Xingruo: "Okay, my sister is at Wanqing's place, I wonder what they're talking about."

Xu Jinhuan: "You weren't eavesdropping?"

Chen Xingruo: "I heard someone crying, but it shouldn't be my sister."

Xu Jinhuan: "This is extremely disrespectful of privacy."

Chen Xingruo: "That's right, that's the kind of person I am."

Chen Xingruo: "When my sister comes back, I'll tell her that you forced me to eavesdrop, otherwise you'll treat her as if I did something disgusting."

Xu Jinhuan: “…”

Xu Jinhuan: "Bye-bye, goodbye, goodnight."

He put down his phone, turned off the light, and went back to sleep. He was still a little worried that Chen Xingruo would send another message and wake him up, but he didn't receive a reply. He felt uneasy, as if the second shoe was never going to drop.

I finally fell asleep, and I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, the sunlight was still shining through the curtains and illuminating the room. The air conditioner was still blowing air, and I could hear Chen Xingzhu and the others chatting outside.

Xu Jinhuan picked up her phone and glanced at it. Seeing that it was already eleven o'clock, she wondered if she was dreaming. She composed herself and then got out of bed.

When he arrived in the living room, he found that in addition to his mother, Xie Wanqing, and Chen Xingzhu, Cong Miaoyin and her mother were also there. When they saw Xu Jinhuan get up, Chen Xingruo and Song Zhiyu rolled their eyes in unison.

However, since there were outsiders present, no one said anything, saving him some face.

Miaoyin, no longer holding back, exclaimed with a laugh, "You're finally up? You're up so early!"

"I overslept."

Xu Jinhuan greeted her mother, then went to the bathroom to wash up. After coming out, she went to the kitchen, found a bowl of mung bean porridge and a scallion pancake, and ate some leftovers.

After eating, feeling much better, Xu Jinhuan went back to the living room and asked her mother, "Mom, what time is it at Uncle's place now?"

"I really don't know that."

Song Xiaohui asked curiously, "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to call my uncle; I need to talk to him about something."

As Xu Jinhuan spoke, he looked at Song Zhiyu again. Song Zhiyu said, "Fifteen hours short, it should be a little after eight o'clock in the evening now... Why are you looking for my dad?"

"We'll talk about it later. I'm going to make a call now."

Xu Jinhuan returned to her room and used FaceTime to make a video call to Song Xiaofeng. After a few rings, it was quickly answered, and Song Xiaofeng's face appeared on the screen. The background looked like a restaurant. He smiled and asked, "Huanhuan, what made you think of calling me?"

"It's just that I haven't seen my uncle for a long time, and I've missed you."

Xu Jinhuan chatted with her uncle for a few minutes before getting down to business: "Uncle, do you remember that little game I made?"

"remember."

Song Xiaofeng laughed and said, "I heard from Zhizhi that your game is making money. How much did you make?"

Xu Jinhuan said calmly, "A little over ten thousand a month."

"puff!"

Song Xiaofeng had just picked up his wine glass and taken a sip when he heard this, and immediately spat it out. A waiter came over to clean it up, and there seemed to be a woman's voice on the other side asking him with concern in English.

'Won't this interfere with my uncle's good time?'

Xu Jinhuan muttered to himself and chuckled, "Uncle, is it really necessary to go on like this? You've seen it all."

At the same time, he thanked Song Zhiyu in his heart for not telling Song Xiaofeng the specific situation in advance, leaving the show to him to put on a show.

"How many did you say?"

Song Xiaofeng, not bothering to clean up, quickly asked again, "A month? How much?"

Xu Jinhuan laughed and said, "The daily advertising fee has been more than 5000 RMB for the past few days. Of course, it's not much when converted to US dollars."

"real or fake?"

Song Xiaofeng was somewhat incredulous, "What kind of game is that? It's so profitable?"

"You can play it now with your phone; it's available in the US region." "Let me search for it."

Song Xiaofeng immediately started searching and quickly found it, exclaiming in surprise, "It really exists... It's already had 14 downloads in the US?"

"Okay."

Xu Jinhuan said modestly, "It's mainly because there are more downloads on the Android side..."

"You're pretty impressive."

Song Xiaofeng was very surprised, "Nobody told me about this... You called me just to brag about this?"

"It's all thanks to the phone you bought me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to make this game."

Xu Jinhuan hesitated for a moment before finally bringing up the competition, explaining the situation and his thoughts. "I wanted to ask you, after all these years over there, do you know any reporters? Could you help me post something? It doesn't have to be a print newspaper, just an online post is fine. I'm willing to pay, mainly just to use your name."

"What a coincidence."

Song Xiaofeng smiled broadly, "There's a reporter right across from me... I'll ask him for you later."

Xu Jinhuan said, "It would be best if there were more newspaper reporters. You also need to send me their titles and such, so I can use their connections to spread rumors."

"Don't worry, I understand what's going on."

Song Xiaofeng sounded quite relaxed, "Uncle will make sure it's taken care of for you."

"Thank you uncle!"

In fact, even without Song Xiaofeng, Xu Jinhuan could have found a way on his own. The most direct way was to ask about prices online. His game data was good, and his status as a high school student was also newsworthy, so he wouldn't have to worry about not having reporters willing to make money from him.

However, with Song Xiaofeng around, it's easier and more efficient to do it.

"Is something making you happy?"

A beautiful woman across from me, whose makeup and attire were very "cosmetic," smiled and asked in English, even her subtle laughter was very "American": "You look very happy."

Song Xiaofeng replied with a smile, "It's my nephew's phone call."

Across from me was a reporter from the San Francisco Chronicle, of Chinese descent, whose English name was Leslie. He had no Chinese name and did not speak Mandarin.

The Chronicle is the largest daily newspaper in the Bay Area and a Pulitzer Prize regular. It mainly focuses on news reporting in politics, technology, and culture. The game that Xu Jinhuan created happens to fall under the category of technology news.

"My God, your nephew made Flappy Bird? He's only seventeen?"

After hearing half of Song Xiaofeng's story, Leslie exclaimed in surprise, picked up her iPhone, and showed him her phone's home screen, "I'm playing this game! My daughter is playing it too... It's unbelievable!"

"what?"

Song Xiaofeng hadn't expected this situation and was momentarily stunned. Was it really such a coincidence? Or was his nephew just that amazing?
"No need to pay. I'm very interested in your genius nephew. You can tell me more about him."

Leslie immediately became excited, "It's free! I'll report on it online and in my column... Believe me, people are much more interested in your nephew than in your hospital!"

The iPhone was at its peak, enjoying immense popularity. A high school student in China, located across the ocean, was earning $20,000 to $30,000 a month by creating a small game on the iPhone…

Given San Francisco's wage levels, this is a huge sum of money for the average person. Considering the general public's current understanding of mainland China, they would likely perceive it as an astronomical figure there...

This makes it even more newsworthy.

……

"Finished?"

Xu Jinhuan hung up the phone, glanced at the backend data again, and found that the advertising revenue had risen to 5598. So he summarized the latest data and sent it to Song Xiaofeng via email, along with a screenshot, so as not to be unconvincing.

He had just sent the message and hadn't even closed his laptop when the door was suddenly pushed open a crack, and Song Zhiyu's pretty little head peeked in. "Your Miaomiao is leaving. Are you going to see her off?"

Before Xu Jinhuan could reply, she noticed that Song Xiaofeng had already replied to the email, so she casually opened it and said, "Why would I send her?"

"That's good."

Song Zhiyu pushed open the door with a grin, "Because your Miaomiao classmate has already left, you can't see her off even if you want to... We're going to cut some watermelon to eat, do you want some?"

Xu Jinhuan opened Song Xiaofeng's email and saw that he was asking about her studies. Xu Jinhuan typed a reply and casually said to Song Zhiyu, "Get me one."

He spoke casually and didn't take it seriously. After organizing his thoughts, he replied to Song Xiaofeng and was about to get up to eat watermelon when he saw Song Zhiyu walk over with a bright red slice of watermelon in her hand. She used her other hand to catch the dripping watermelon juice and handed it to him: "Here, for you."

???

Xu Jinhuan's eyes widened, somewhat doubting whether he had seen correctly.

When did Song Zhiyu become so well-behaved, sensible, and adorable?

There must be a conspiracy!

My little sister can't possibly be that cute!!

　Here's an explanation: what directly determines advertising revenue is the number of ad clicks. Historically, the peak daily active users (DAU) of Flappy Bird never exceeded 5 million, and normally it only had 500 to 10 DAU, which isn't many in the gaming industry. However, its advertising revenue peaked at over $50 per day. This revenue/DAU ratio is extremely high, mainly because of high user engagement. Many users are even addicted, dying dozens or hundreds of times a day, which is equivalent to clicking dozens or hundreds of ads. Other games with the same number of DAU don't have such high advertising revenue.

　　
　
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