Chapter 21: Humming Sister

  2 million, 2 million.

  Looking at the 100,000 moon tickets, Zhou Fan was slightly excited.

  I didn't expect it to be so easy to get 200,000.

  Delighted, Zhou Fang rushed to YY Mall and exchanged 100,000 monthly tickets for 200,000 RMB.

  "Damn, how can it be only 1.8 million?"

  It turns out that 10% of the tax was collected by YY.

  Although there is some silence, it's normal to think about it. You make money on YY, and the YY platform must also take a share. Fortunately, Zhou Fan sang for a while before, and there were tens of thousands of monthly votes, which were exchanged for 30,000 monthly votes, just enough to reach 200,000 yuan. Originally wanted to transfer the money to Chen Su's side, but didn't open online banking, so had to go to the bank tomorrow.

  Putting it down, Zhou Fan logged into the background of Tiankong Network.

  "Huh, 13,000 followers?"

  Looking at the data, Zhou Fan was stunned, how could it have reached over 10,000 collections in just a few days?

  At the same time, there was a message from the background, "Hello, your work is good, add PP to discuss contract signing."

  "Awesome, finally got the contract news."

  Zhou Fan died of depression.

  For half a month, he thought that "The Legend of Book and Sword" was not suitable for this world. Moreover, the collection was not many, and there was no contract, which made Zhou Fan feel disheartened. Fortunately, "The Legend of Book and Sword" had already been written, so Zhou Fan didn't need to rewrite it. If he looked at the dismal data on one side while thinking about updating on the other, Zhou Fan would go crazy.

  Fortunately, the editor of Tianya.cn finally sent over the signed information.

  He immediately added his PP, but unexpectedly, the other party was online.

  "Hello, are you Zhou Yifan, the author of 'The Legend of Book and Sword'?"

  "Yes."

  "It's like this, we think your work has potential and want to discuss a contract with you."

  "No problem."

  This is roughly the same as when Zhou Fan signed a contract with a web novel platform later on. It was settled in just a few words. Immediately, Wuyue sent over the contract for signing, and after Zhou Fan took a look, he didn't have too many issues with it. He planned to print it out tomorrow and then mail it back. However, after finishing reading the contract, Zhou Fan suddenly remembered something: "Oh yeah, Editor, what's going on with my collection? Why did it suddenly increase by so much?"

  Is there a recommendation?

  This recommendation means that Tiankong Network recommended this book on their platform, which is equivalent to advertising for the book. However, Zhou Fan thinks it's impossible. Only after signing a contract with Tiankong Network will they recommend it. Without a contract, no matter how good your book is, they won't give you a recommendation even if you beg them to death.

  "It's very normal, a book friend gave you a reward of 10 million Tiankong coins, directly pushing you to the official homepage."

  "Ah, reward?"

  "You don't know?"

  "I don't know, something came up earlier and I just logged in."

  "Okay, you check the background records."

  Wu Yue was speechless, others wrote a few books and didn't get rewarded that much.

  A newcomer who has only been around for a few days already received 10 million Tianyuan coins as rewards, but he doesn't seem to care much.

  According to the editor's prompt, Zhou Fan clicked on the props draft query, and it was written in bold.

  This month's reward for the draft is 11 million Tianyuan coins.

  "Oh, so many."

  ￥110 million Tether, at a ratio of 100:1, that's ￥1.1 million RMB.

  Zhou Fan was stunned, he never thought that his unsigned work would be rewarded with over a million yuan.

  Who gave himself a reward?

  Looking at the top, the most rewarded is a book friend named Kong Gu Yu Lan, with a total reward of 100 million Tiankong coins.

  The other 10 million Tianyuan coins were accumulated by several hundred book friends.

  There was some excitement in his heart, Zhou Fan felt that his right hand holding the handshake sign was trembling slightly.

  This is more exciting than winning 200,000 yuan in a singing competition. After all, Zhou Fan has been practicing his songs and occasionally receives applause, so he was mentally prepared for success. However, the novel "Book Sword Enmity Record" had dismal data every day after its release, making Zhou Fan feel depressed. He even doubted whether martial arts novels were suitable for this world. But now, looking at these people's rewards, it can be proven.

  Martial arts are not suitable for this world, but it's clear how much they actually fit in.

  If it weren't for these book friends who were satisfied and thrilled, would they have given you a reward?

  Not to mention, as soon as 100 million Tianyuan coins arrived, it directly converted to 1 million RMB.

  In reality, 1 million RMB is also a considerable amount of money.

  Zhou Fan clicked on the book page and took a look at the review section of "The Record of Sword Enmity".

  At this time, the entire Book and Sword Grudge Record review section was boiling, with hundreds to thousands of discussion posts.

  Some people are shocked by the 100 million rewards for "The Legend of Sword and Book", while others think it's just the author's self-promotion to attract attention. However, more people have started discussing the work itself. For example, whether Qianlong is a Han Chinese or not has sparked great interest among readers. Everyone is speaking freely, and the discussion is very lively.

  Add more, add more.

  Seeing book friends so supportive, Zhou Fan's heart also ignited.

  With both hands flying across the keyboard, I continuously updated three more chapters before finally stopping.

  "Too good."

  Looking at the back-end collection that keeps growing, almost every refresh is an increase of tens, and sometimes even hundreds.

  Zhou Fan knew that the seeds of martial arts had already been sown in this world, and in the future, it was just a matter of waiting for the harvest.

  With beautiful dreams in mind, Zhou Fan fell into a dreamland.

  In his dream, Zhou Fan dreamed of becoming a great master, with an unparalleled status.

  He is like Jin Yong's hero, with countless prestige in Jianghu, and is the Tai Shan Bei Dou of the martial arts world.

  It was just when the morning alarm clock rang, but it disturbed Zhou Fan's beautiful dream.

  "Alas, I'm still far from Master's realm, young one, hurry up and work hard."

  He comforted himself with a self-deprecating remark and continued to encourage himself.

  Quickly finishing washing up and having breakfast, Zhou Fan planned to first print the contract and then mail it to Shanghai where Tiankong Wang was located. Of course, Zhou Fan also prepared to transfer 200,000 yuan to Chen Su. Otherwise, the little girl would be anxious to death. After all, the whole family was waiting for the money to save their lives, let alone Chen Su, even if it were himself, he would be anxious too.

  But today is a double rest day, typing and photocopying, sending express delivery was quickly settled, but the bank had a long queue of people.

  "Hello, help me withdraw 200,000."

  Finally in position, Zhou Fan stepped forward.

  "200,000?"

  The counter staff was slightly surprised, 200,000 is not a small amount, but the problem is that the other party is too young, just a student. Moreover, looking at his clothes, he doesn't seem to be a rich person, where did this kid get 200,000 from? However, the bank is not the police, of course, they have no right to ask him where the money came from. Can only shake head, prepare to take the money.

  At this time, in her heart, she already thought that Zhou Fan's 200,000 came from an unclean source.

  "Alright, count them, there's 2 million in total."

  "Don't count it, help me deposit it into another account."

  Then Zhou Fan handed over a deposit slip.

  "You, why didn't you say transfer?"

  The bank staff was about to get angry, having just counted 200,000 yuan with great difficulty. But Zhou Fan didn't care about her, "Mind your own business, I'm happy to do so. Can't your bank let me deposit money? Then I'll go deposit it in another bank."

  Zhou Fan did this, but it wasn't in order to save on handling fees.

  In fact, the banks in this world are much better than those in the previous life. Transfers between accounts do not incur any handling fees. The reason why Zhou Fan asked the bank staff to withdraw and then deposit it into another account was that he did not want Chen Su to know who had remitted this sum of money. If a young girl like her were to find out that she owed someone 200,000 yuan, still one of her classmates, who knows what kind of thoughts she would have.

  Let's just consider it a good deed, besides, this is still one of your own classmates, your own deskmate.

  No mistake, one sentence of classmates, one sentence of deskmate, really made Zhou Fan deeply moved.

  For the sake of two words "classmate", this trouble was settled by Zhou Fan.

  "Hmm."

  The bank staff stared at Zhou Fan for a moment, and reluctantly put this sum of money into another card.

  "Signature."

  The other party handed over a delivery note. Zhou Fan took a look at the fiery beauty of the bank, lowered his head and quickly signed it.

  "Next."

  Take back the bill, Bank Mei Mei didn't want to see Zhou Fan again and directly let him leave.

  "Okay."

  Just then, after Zhou Fan left the bank, this beauty looked at the name on the delivery note and was shocked to see - Hum your sister.

  "My god, I'm going to kill you."

  Bank MM exploded, openly displaying the signature on top, which was scolding her.

  The beautiful bank clerk was about to tear up the delivery note and take it out on that guy. Unfortunately, Zhou Fan had already left, so no matter how angry she was, there was nothing she could do. Taking a deep breath, she could only grit her teeth and continue working.

  After a busy morning, it was already noon when Zhou Fan returned home and made a detour to Old Zhao's place.

  As soon as he entered the courtyard, Old Zhao burst into a loud scolding, "Little Fan, you rascal, where have you been for the past few days?"

  "Ah, Old Zhao, I've been quite busy these past few days."

  "What's the hurry? Is there something more important than listening to Old Zhao's stories of the Jianghu? You don't know, others would beg their grandmothers just to hear me utter a single word of advice, and I wouldn't even give them half a sentence. But you, with such a good opportunity, you're not cherishing it - it's infuriating!"

  Seeing Zhao Lao blowing his beard and staring with wide eyes, Zhou Fan had no way to deal with this old child, so he said, "Zhao Lao, I've come now."

  "Not bad."

  Looking at Zhou Fan's attitude, which was still quite sincere, Old Zhao didn't say much more. "By the way, where did I stop last time?"

  "So, you burst in and rescued the beauty?"

  "Right, right, I'm old, I'm old. At that time, I burst in and was about to slap the little brat to death. But then I took a closer look, this little rascal had some backing. Although slapping him to death wouldn't have made me afraid of anything, it would've been troublesome after all. So I could only knock him out, but couldn't bear for the little rascal to continue harming people, so I lightly pressed his 'Shenshu point' and disabled him."

  "What's wrong? What happened?"

  "Heh heh."

  Zhao Lao smiled and said, "What do you mean by 'how was it wasted'?"

  "No way."

  Seeing Zhao Lao's expression, Zhou Fan seemed to understand, "Is it that fierce?"

  Zhou Fan gently touched his own waist "Shenshu" acupoint, feeling a bit frightened and also somewhat disbelieving.

  The old guy has no other skills, but this skill of scaring people is really something.

  Anyway, after Zhao said so, Zhou Fang was hesitant but did not dare to act rashly.

  "Don't believe it? Fine, I'll try it on you then."

  "Ah, no, no, no..." Zhou Fan waved his hand and said loudly, "I believe it, I believe it."

  "You little brat, don't I know you?"

  Zhao Lao scolded Zhou Fan with a smile, but for some reason, he stretched out his right hand and said to the wall in front of him.

  "Xiao Fanzi, tell me, what will happen if I throw this punch?"

  "Need I say more? There's a wall in front of you. Although it's not very sturdy, with your old bones, one punch and you'll be crying out in pain."

  "I didn't think about it," Zhou Fan said.

  "Haha, now you're in trouble."

  Laughter has not stopped, but fists have already burst out.

  In the courtyard, a sudden tiger and leopard thunder, ringing loudly.

  Zhou Fan didn't even see how Old Zhao had made his move. With a loud crash, the wall in front of him suddenly opened up a hole.

  The size is also like Zhao Lao's fist.

  And behind him was Zhao Lao, who was full of vigor and energy, with a majestic aura that was truly impressive.

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