Chapter 94: Chapter 94 Uncle, Can You Be a Little Ambitious?
Seems like it’s not going to be easy to resolve this matter today.
But no worries, I’m on a lucky streak today, invincible! I’ll take down as many as come my way!
Wang Hao didn’t dodge or speak. He just pulled out a stack of money from his pocket, unopened, exactly ten thousand yuan, and placed it on the table.
The father of the golden sunflower: “I… I fucking… I…”
Then, in a huff, he threw down the rag: “Sit.”
Once the three of them sat down, the father of the golden sunflower panted for a few breaths before saying, “Do you know my son is going to attend University? You’re telling him to write books, never mind the paltry pay, what if it interferes with his studies? Can you afford that? Just with this ten thousand yuan?”
“Uncle, don’t worry, let’s talk it over slowly,” Wang Hao had no complaints about his attitude and responded with a smile: “I came today specifically to talk to you about his matters.”
“What’s there to talk about?” The father of the golden sunflower glanced at the stack of hundred-yuan bills again. After swallowing hard, he shifted his gaze back and said irritably: “Even if you talk till the cows come home, it’s no use. I think you look decent, not like those loafers, or else I would’ve thrown you out long ago.”
Right, Chairman Mao’s portrait certainly looks quite pleasing…
“Actually, you see, I’m helping him out here,” Wang Hao said: “Uncle, don’t be angry with me for speaking bluntly, but it seems… your family’s financial situation isn’t that great, right?”
Wang Hao had made a point of looking around when he entered the house.
To describe the golden sunflower’s home as ‘bare walls’ was not an exaggeration at all. To say there were almost no major appliances was no overstatement; forget about a fridge or TV, you couldn’t even see a washing machine, not to mention an air conditioner. The only thing that could be considered a major appliance was a computer — and judging by its ancient appearance, it was definitely second-hand from the old electronics market, the kind that would cost under five hundred yuan.
Thinking about it, it’s understandable: a family of three living on a woman’s monthly salary of three thousand and some yuan, in a place like Zhonghai, it’s quite good to be able to afford meals and schooling.
“You think I don’t know that?” the father of the golden sunflower snorted coldly: “My son should attend University and find a proper job afterward! What’s this book writing nonsense? Even if he writes something amazing, how much can he earn? How much can you provide? Can you support him for life?”
“This… Well, how to explain this?” Wang Hao stroked his chin, alright, telling him now that the book could earn a million or so would definitely not be believable. Sometimes bigger numbers aren’t always better, so Wang Hao decisively fibbed: “Uncle, let me put it this way, do you think I’m a fool?”
The father of the golden sunflower scoffed: “You don’t seem like one.”
Come on! What do you mean ‘don’t seem like one’, I’m absolutely not a fool, okay?
“That’s what I thought,” said Wang Hao: “Think about it, if I ask him to write a book, it certainly wouldn’t be for nothing, right? Since it’s not for nothing, that means there is money to be made, and if there is money to be made, it means writing books really can make money — so think about it, why am I so sure it will make money?”
Wang Hao’s words had the father of the golden sunflower completely baffled, and he asked dumbfounded: “Why?”
“The reason is simple,” Wang Hao launched into his persuasive tactic: “I know the business! Think about it, if I didn’t know what I was doing, could I be involved in this? Since I do know the business, and I’m here today, and even put this ten thousand yuan right here, why? Because I’m confident the book will be a hit!”
“This… This… ” the father of the golden sunflower had never dealt with these things and didn’t understand the ins and outs, but Wang Hao’s explanation seemed plausible — after all, there was real money slapped down on the table, everything else might be fake, but the cash certainly can’t be! So he hesitated for a moment and finally warmed up a bit to Wang Hao’s position: “Then tell me, exactly how does this book make money?”
“To talk about making money, it’s a bit complicated,” Wang Hao thought for a moment before responding: “Let me put it this way, based on the current performance of the book, do you know how much I can guarantee it will make a month?”
The father of the golden sunflower urgently said: “How much?!”
Wang Hao showed two fingers: “This amount!”
The father of the golden sunflower: “Two thousand yuan?!”
Oh come on, have a little ambition, will you? Can’t we aim a little higher?! Break the Heavens, and all you think it pulls in a month is two thousand?!
Alright, it’s not your fault for not understanding…
Wang Hao shook his head: “Twenty thousand!”
Honestly, I’m sorry, I didn’t dare tell him too much, afraid it might shock him too much…
Sure enough, the father of the golden sunflower’s eyes widened: “What did you say?! Twenty thousand?! Twenty thousand a month?!”
Uncle, I toned it down for fear you wouldn’t believe it, I actually took a zero off…
Wang Hao nodded: “That’s right. Otherwise, why do you think I would make a special trip to your home?”
“Is it really that much?” The father of the golden sunflower was truly hesitant now, he thought for a moment and said: “Writing books makes that much money?”
“No, no, no,” Wang Hao laughed: “Let’s not conflate things, it’s your son’s book writing that makes money, not that anyone who writes can make money. You have to be clear on this point.”
The father of the golden sunflower looked at the golden sunflower: “Can writing books really earn money?”
The golden sunflower nodded: “Yes, the books written by those popular authors make a lot.”
“Do you believe it now?” Wang Hao looked at the golden sunflower with a smile, then went on: “Uncle, let me tell you this, I know you might not believe me, but think about it, what time is it now? The end of July, right? Summer vacation is about to start, he can totally write books and earn money during the holiday. Once you really see the money, then you’ll believe what I’m saying, won’t you?”
“Hmm…” The father of the golden sunflower stroked his beard, thought for a moment, then said: “There might be some truth in what you say. So tell me, if my son writes books, you can make twenty thousand a month, how much can he make?”
Wang Hao directly held up one finger: “This much.”
The father of the golden sunflower exclaimed in surprise: “Ten thousand?”
Uncle, please have a bit of ambition, okay? Would a kind-hearted person like me let him earn so little?
Another Sunday has come, so there will be an extra update at midnight tonight!
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