Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

"What's wrong with you in the middle of the night?"

Sister Hong stepped on the brake.

He turned around and started cursing at the back seat.

Luo Qianyu was so frightened that she quickly hid her phone behind her back.

"I'm sorry, Sister Hong."

"I got scared watching a horror movie."

Sister Hong rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Can't you have some self-awareness as a female celebrity?"

"Don't think you'll become a superstar just because you sang a movie theme song."

"That was just empty promises."

"You're just a nobody, a newcomer to the industry."

"The company didn't even provide you with a proper assistant."

"I had to shamelessly borrow this beat-up Jinbei van from the logistics department."

"If you keep making a fuss like that..."

"I'll take the bus to my gigs tomorrow."

"To survive in this industry."

"I don't have the resources to support you."

"You'd better behave yourself and keep a low profile."

"Did you hear me?"

Luo Qianyu nodded and smiled apologetically.

Sister Hong is right.

She is now penniless.

I receive a base salary of 3,000 yuan per month from the company.

Even buying a cup of milk tea requires hesitation.

That song, "Take Me Away," was an opportunity she had fought hard for.

Although the movie received a good response.

But all the copyright fees go to the company.

She wouldn't even get a fraction of it.

Every day, I also get scolded by Sister Hong.

They lived a life of frustration and bitterness.

Half an hour later.

Luo Qianyu returned to her rented studio apartment.

This place is located outside the Fifth Ring Road of Jiangcheng.

The room is only a little over ten square meters.

There isn't even a separate bathroom.

She was so tired that she didn't even remove her makeup.

He collapsed directly onto the hard single bed.

I took out my phone and opened the Tencent Chinese website.

The page refreshed again and again.

The latest chapter of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" remains at the moment the Dragon-Slaying Stone fell.

There have been no updates.

Luo Qianyu rolled around on the bed.

He pounded the pillow loudly.

"Bright moon and gentle breeze, you have no heart!"

"Did Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu die inside?"

She opened the comments section.

The room was filled with curses.

The comments were all condemning the "broken chapter dog" (a derogatory term for someone who takes a short, incomplete essay).

Luo Qianyu felt that simply cursing was not enough to vent her anger.

She had to make this unscrupulous author see her resentment.

She clicked on the tipping page.

The system indicates insufficient balance.

Luo Qianyu exited the software.

I opened WeChat Wallet and took a look.

The balance is displayed as 155.5 yuan.

She then opened Alipay.

The balance is zero.

Finally, I checked my bank card.

There was only a pitiful two yuan and thirty cents inside.

This 150 yuan is all the living expenses she has left this month.

There's still a whole week until payday.

Luo Qianyu turned over in bed.

He sighed, looking at the ceiling.

"At worst, I'll just eat plain noodles every day for a week."

She gritted her teeth.

Switch directly back to the novel page.

I recharged all 150 yuan into book coins on Tencent Chinese website.

15,000 book coins.

This isn't considered a lot of money in the online literature world.

But for Luo Qianyu now...

This is all she has.

She didn't hesitate at all.

I clicked "full reward" directly.

A very eye-catching tipping effect popped up on the screen.

User "Little Fish" has donated 15000 book coins to the novel "The Return of the Condor Heroes"!

After giving the tip.

Luo Qianyu clicked on the long review section.

She started frantically typing on her phone's keyboard.

The long review of over a thousand words was written in one go.

"Hello, author."

I am your new reader.

"I just finished reading your novel, The Return of the Condor Heroes, today."

"I must admit it."

"Your writing is really good."

"Li Mochou's ruthlessness and Wu Santong's madness are portrayed vividly."

"Yang Guo's stubbornness and Xiaolongnü's aloofness are a perfect match."

"but!"

"How could you get stuck here where the Dragon-Slaying Stone fell!"

"Do you know I almost jumped out of the car just now because I was so anxious?"

"Yang Guo is so pitiful."

"I was bullied by everyone since I was a child because I had no parents."

"It's not easy to find such a good master as Little Dragon Girl."

"How wonderful it would be if the two of them could depend on each other for survival in the ancient tomb."

"You just had to bring out Li Mochou to cause trouble."

"I'm giving you all of my remaining 150 yuan living expenses for this month."

I ask for nothing else.

"I just want you to update the next chapter as soon as possible."

"I want to see Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu safe and sound with my own eyes."

"If you dare to kill them off."

"I'll just run along the internet cable and smash your window."

"Just one more thing to complain about."

"Author, you must be a single dog without a girlfriend in real life, right?"

"Otherwise, how could you write such a gripping plot?"

"Update now!"

"Get up and start writing right now!"

"Don't even think about slacking off!"

Luo Qianyu checked for typos.

Click send.

This long review is accompanied by special effects of a large donation.

It was instantly pinned to the top of the comments section.

It immediately attracted a lot of attention and likes from readers.

Luo Qianyu tossed her phone next to her pillow.

She lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

My stomach growled at that inopportune moment.

She touched her shrunken belly.

I pulled out a packet of pickled cabbage noodles from a cardboard box under the bed.

They didn't even use up all the seasoning packets.

They just started eating it dry.

He was gnawing on his food while staring at his phone screen.

Hoping for a miracle to happen.

She herself found it funny.

I'm even struggling to afford food.

They actually feel sorry for fictional characters in novels.

But she just couldn't control herself.

Yang Guo's fierce determination to protect Xiaolongnu in dire straits.

The Little Dragon Girl's unwavering determination to give up everything for Yang Guo.

That really touched her heart.

In this real world full of calculations and exchanges of interests.

Such pure and extreme emotion is simply impossible to find.

She could only find some spiritual solace in novels.

In the basement of the old city of Jiangcheng.

Xu Qing was typing furiously on the keyboard.

A red background notification suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

Your work has received a large donation.

Xu Qing stopped what she was doing.

He opened the author's backend and took a look.

The tip amount is 150 yuan.

Deduct the website's share.

He can get seventy-five yuan.

This amount of money is not much for ordinary people.

But for Xu Qing, who only has a few hundred yuan in her card right now.

We can eat boxed meals for several days now.

The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

[Congratulations, host, on acquiring your first sucker reader.]

[Please keep up the good work, host.]

Xu Qing ignored the system's mockery.

His gaze fell on the long comment that was pinned to the top.

The user ID is called Little Fish.

Xu Qing read through the comment, which was over a thousand words long, word by word.

When I saw the last sentence, "You must be a single dog in real life,"...

Xu Qing couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

"This reader is interesting."

"I gave away all of my remaining 150 yuan of living expenses as tips."

"Are there still people this stupid these days?"

The system responded immediately.

[I've seen it, host.]

Based on data analysis, this reader's behavior is a typical example of impulsive consumption.

Her IQ may be below average.

Xu Qing smiled at the screen.

"This is not a matter of intelligence."

"This is empathy."

"She could sense Yang Guo's loneliness, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world."

Xu Qing put down the water tank and placed his hands back on the keyboard.

His fingers began to dance rapidly.

The keyboard made a clattering sound.

The sound was rhythmic in the quiet basement.

He decided to add more chapters.

Not for the 150 yuan, but for this foolishly sincere heart.

He wrote three chapters in one go.

The plot progresses to the point where Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu escape from the Ancient Tomb and live a carefree life at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

After he finished writing, he clicked on the pinned long comment.

He clicked "Reply".

"Thank you for the donation."

"However, please do not give any more tips in the future."

"Especially someone like you who's barely able to afford food."

"Children should spend their money wisely."

Xu Qing paused for a moment after writing this.

He remembered what the system had mentioned about platform revenue sharing.

These vampires at Tencent Chinese website want to take half of it.

That means of the 150 yuan, he only received 75 yuan.

The platform pocketed the remaining 75 yuan for free.

Xu Qing felt this was very unreasonable.

The reader's money was also hard-earned.

Why should these people sitting in the office drinking coffee get a cut?

He pursed his lips and continued typing in the reply box.

"In addition, this platform will deduct 50% as a handling fee."

"I feel really bad about spending those seventy-five yuan."

"If you would like to tip again next time, you can add me on WeChat and transfer the money directly."

"Without middlemen taking a cut, we can both save ourselves a lot of trouble."

My WeChat ID is: XXXXXX.

After finishing writing, Xu Qing clicked "Publish".

He thought his idea was absolutely brilliant.

This way, we can get the full amount of money while saving that foolish reader from wasting money.

[Host, I must remind you.]

Your behavior is a serious violation of the platform's author guidelines.

You are blatantly inducing users to conduct offline transactions.

The system's voice sounded completely devoid of emotion.

Xu Qing nonchalantly closed the background page.

"The rules are for ordinary authors."

"who I am?"

"I am the bright moon and gentle breeze."

"I am the one who will carry forward my sister's literary legacy."

He stood up and walked to the narrow window.

He looked at the gray, hazy base of the wall outside.

He felt he was in a really good mood today.

at the same time.

In a single apartment outside the Fifth Ring Road of Wuhan.

Luo Qianyu was lying on the bed with half a dry instant noodle stuffed in her mouth.

She gripped her phone tightly in her hand.

The latest chapter of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" is displayed on the screen.

"Updated!"

"It actually updated!"

Luo Qianyu called out indistinctly.

She didn't even bother wiping the crumbs from her mouth before she began reading frantically.

Seeing Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu cuddling together in the sunlight, she felt much of the gloom in her heart dissipate.

After reading three chapters, she habitually refreshed the comments section.

She saw the author's reply.

Luo Qianyu was taken aback for a moment.

"Don't want to tip?"

"This author actually has a conscience?"

She felt that this guy named Mingyue Qingfeng might not be as bad as she imagined.

Maybe he's a bearded, kind-hearted middle-aged man.

But when she saw the last two sentences, her expression froze.

"Transfer to a private account?"

"No middlemen taking a cut?"