In the end, when the number reached almost 100,000 collections, this rapid growth stopped.
When he clicked on his book webpage, it took several refreshes before it came out, with dazzling click numbers and recommendation numbers.
And...the account that occupies the first place on the tipping fans list.
"hiss!!"
Liu Changqing felt that his eyes were hallucinating. He only saw 1 followed by many 0s.
Log into the chat software.
The moment I just logged in, my computer felt like it was going to explode, beeping, beeping, beeping non-stop.
When I moved the mouse up, I discovered that it was the news from the editor.
After clicking on it, there are a lot of messages.
Liu Changqing chose to filter out the previous words that were innocuous. He only saw the words "small category recommendation" instead of "strong recommendation" on the homepage.
Is this a forced recommendation?
I have no idea what happened. Although there have been rewards from people before, most of them were in small amounts and not so exaggerated.
Clicking on the book review area, all kinds of people left comments.
【Punch in, clock in!】
[Taking a group photo to commemorate the occasion, the rich man asks for support!]
[Is this book really that good? It can’t be a drag on a book site, right?]
There are many comments similar to this kind of melon-eating, all of which are new readers.
Liu Changqing looked at it for a while and then closed the comment area.
He understood the ins and outs.
Being taken care of by a rich man.
This is what he was thinking.
A reward of 10 million reading coins will be converted into 100 reading coins for one dollar.
A full 100,000 yuan???
Is the happiness of rich people that simple?
This era is not the era Liu Changqing lived in in his previous life. At this time, prices were still very low. A bowl of ramen cost less than five yuan, and breakfast could fill you up for only three or four yuan.
What does one hundred thousand yuan mean?
In the past, before the clothing factory closed down, this number was nothing to Liu Changqing, but to Liu Changqing now, this number is an astronomical number.
After all, when he first came to this world, he was faced with leaving home and only 3,000 yuan left in his pocket.
At that time, I had to force myself to smile at my child so that he wouldn't have to worry about money, but Liu Changqing still felt a lot of pressure to get enough money to pay for the tuition fees of the two brothers and sisters in a short period of time.
His thoughts had already flown far away.
Things...seem to be getting better.
Liu Zhiyue walked out of the bookstore in a daze, thinking about what happened today.
Two consecutive days of high-intensity exercise made him sore all over. On the second day of running, Liu Zhiyue still had not adapted to the rhythm of this kind of exercise. After finally finishing the run, he sent his sister to school, dragging his body full of soreness.
arrive home.
Before I could lie down, the passenger plane at home rang.
After answering, it was Liu Changqing's voice.
The sudden call made Liu Zhiyue confused about what his father was going to say, but one thing was certain, and the joy in his tone could not be concealed.
What makes you so happy?
Liu Zhiyue didn't know.
Liu Changqing didn't elaborate, he just asked Liu Zhiyue to go to the bookstore.
When Liu Zhiyue dragged his tired body to the bookstore, he saw his father's smiling face.
How long has it been since I saw him smiling like this?
unknown.
However, Liu Changqing's subsequent actions shocked Liu Zhiyue.
I took out five hundred dollars.
Looking at the five hundred handed over by his father, Liu Zhiyue didn't know what happened and stood there stupidly.
"What's wrong? Silly boy, why don't you take your pocket money?"
"Zero...pocket money?"
I looked at my father's face.
Liu Zhiyue's throat trembled and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Five! Five hundred!"
In the past, before the clothing factory closed down, although Liu Changqing had never treated Liu Zhiyue badly, he had not been so generous, giving him a hundred yuan at most. When had there ever been such a situation?
Only when I went to my grandma's house in the past, I could see such a large amount of money in the red envelope. However, those were all empty. Every time, my father would pocket them all on the pretext that I would keep them for you.
Of course, it was only Liu Zhiyue who received the red envelope. On the contrary, his sister Liu Xiazhi and her father never swallowed her red envelope.
Because the girl always gives it to her mother directly.
At that time, the financial power of the family was entirely controlled by the mother.
"Dad, how...what's going on? Give me so much..."
Liu Zhiyue was so panicked that he subconsciously took a step back.
"You kid!"
Seeing Liu Zhiyue's appearance, how could Liu Changqing not know what he was thinking.
At the age of 15, he is completely sensible. Now he clearly understands the situation of his own family. He also understands how difficult it is for Liu Changqing to have a son and a daughter. Otherwise, he would not have said that he dropped out of school to work to earn money.
Come on.
Liu Changqing looked at his son's face and suddenly laughed.
He took his son's hand and put 500 yuan into his hand.
"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about this family."
He touched his son's head.
"I'll give you five hundred, keep three hundred to take your sister to have a nice meal after school, and keep the remaining two hundred to spend for yourself."
"Dad, I..."
"Your sister still has a problem with me. If I take her out, she will probably lose her temper again. As an older brother, you should be more responsible and buy something for your sister."
Liu Changqing's words silenced Liu Zhiyue, his son.
How could you not hear the helplessness in his words?
Let's tell my sister this when she grows up...
Liu Zhiyue walked out of the bookstore.
His hand touched the five hundred dollars in his trouser pocket.
What are you going to eat when your sister gets off school?
He was thinking about this in his mind. His sister seemed to like eating fried chicken, cakes and the like.
As he walked, Liu Zhiyue came to the road and walked along the road for a short distance until he reached the area where his home was.
When Liu Zhiyue was thinking, he didn't know.
Not far behind him, a car slowed down.
The black car window rolled down, and a woman with dark brown hair looked towards the roadside wearing sunglasses.
After staring for a while, she spoke.
"Zhiyue."
Articulation is very clear.
The sudden sound caused Liu Zhiyue to pause.
In his mind, he knew very well who the owner of this voice was.
The car drove to Liu Zhiyue and stopped beside him.
It happened that the car window was facing Liu Zhiyue.
"Why didn't you go to class? It's class time right now."
"..."
Liu Zhiyue twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the speaker.
There was a complicated look in his eyes.
In his memory, there was a woman who brought him bad memories and...fear.
Li Wanran's mother, his grandmother.
A woman who speaks her mind, acts decisively, and cannot tolerate a grain of sand in her eyes.