85: Chapter 85 of the novel became a hit.

Feng Jiayue always felt that she could not understand Shen Weiyue at all.

His appearance was clear and clean, but his eyes often held a depth beyond his years, and he never spoke of his inner thoughts; his emotions were unpredictable.

Therefore, it was only natural that she could not guess Shen Weiyue's thoughts, but at least in this moment, she felt they were like-minded, and both her body and mind were delighted.

Looking back at human history, some people are born to be trendsetters of their era, possessing innate knowledge and self-taught wisdom, allowing others to sense their infinite potential at a single glance.

Without a doubt, the Shen Weiyue in Feng Jiayue's eyes was exactly this kind of genius.

It was a pity that she had encountered such a trendsetting master just as she was starting out; without him, she wondered who else in the rest of her life would catch her eye.

"Brother Shen, you're so amazing. How do you know so much?"

"You're not bad yourself; you learn quickly."

Shen Weiyue washed the sweat off his face with cold water, calmed his restless mood, and relying on the supreme willpower of a sage, led Feng Jiayue out of the room.

...

Time is but a passing traveler of a hundred generations.

Shen Weiyue's summer vacation time slipped away bit by bit, squeezed into a compact and fulfilling schedule.

Before he knew it, half a month had passed.

He and Project Manager Zhang Yaoyang had unexpectedly become friends despite their age gap; Brother Crow would look for him from time to time to consult on construction site safety matters, and Shen Weiyue was happy to keep pretending he had an expert friend.

So, when he had free time, he would go to the city to visit the sisters and do the things they loved to do.

When he was free, he would hang out in the project manager's office enjoying the air conditioning, and then at night, he would accept Brother Crow's invitation to eat barbecue and drink, living a pretty comfortable life.

There was only one downside.

After entering August, the weather became even hotter.

Now, every night when Shen Weiyue slept, he had to put a basin of clear water by his bed, occasionally wiping it on his body, using the evaporation of the water to carry away the excess heat; only then could he barely fall asleep.

In such harsh conditions, his parents could fall asleep the moment they lay down; one could only imagine how tired they must be every day.

This made Shen Weiyue feel deeply.

In his previous life, he didn't have this experience of working at the construction site after the College Entrance Exam; although he knew his parents were hardworking, he didn't have a personal, firsthand understanding.

Moreover, even after he graduated from university and had been working for several years, his parents still had to work desperately, thinking about saving money for him to buy a house and get married.

Later, when he worked hard to get promoted and his conditions improved, he brought his parents to live in the city, but the old couple insisted on returning to their hometown to grow vegetables and raise chickens.

They said they weren't used to living in the city, but in reality, Shen Weiyue knew they felt the cost of living in the city was too high and didn't want to add an extra burden to their son.

There are thousands of types of parents in this world, but in the end, there are only two kinds: those who love and those who do not.

Some parents hold the purpose of raising children to provide for their old age, aiming for future returns, but in reality, they don't love their children at all.

Yet other parents are willing to give everything for their children, treating themselves like candles burning down completely, just to make their children's lives a little warmer.

Such love is selfless, as heavy as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

Without a doubt, Shen Weiyue's parents were the latter kind.

They gave birth to me and raised me; their kindness is hard to repay.

Since I've been reborn, if I still let them work desperately at the construction site, then what was the point of being reborn!

Shen Weiyue set aside a sum of about 70,000 from his own money, enough to build a two-story house with red bricks and white walls in his rural hometown.

He planned to use the excuse that someone needed to oversee the construction of the house back home to trick his parents into returning to their hometown.

Furthermore, the reason Shen Weiyue dared to set aside this startup capital in advance was entirely because he himself hadn't expected that his small-time online shop and the novel he was writing on a whim would progress so smoothly; it could be said to have exceeded his imagination.

Currently, the online shop had been online for over a month, and the daily average orders were stable at around twenty; because it was backed by an electronics market, there was no pressure for storage, and there was no need to stock up in advance, so the profit margin was quite considerable.

Being a middleman, that's just how it is.

Shen Weiyue did the math; the daily profit of the online shop was nearly 500, which meant 15,000 a month.

After deducting the wages for the sisters, as well as costs like rent, water, electricity, gas, and internet, he could net nearly 10,000.

This was just the beginning; when he grew bigger and stronger later to create more brilliance, buying traffic and getting on the express lane, there could be even more orders.

Apart from the online shop, what surprised Shen Weiyue even more was that his novel had exploded.

Subscriptions were skyrocketing every day; it had become a hit, and if nothing went wrong, he would be able to get his royalties next month.

According to the damn editor, including the full-attendance bonus, that would be heading towards 20,000 to 30,000 a month.

Damn it, why didn't I write novels back in college? This market wasn't yet cutthroat, and there was still a lot of potential!

But popularity also comes with its own troubles.

At this moment, Shen Weiyue looked at the author backend and fell into a dilemma.

"Damn it, in the blink of an eye, a few more tips came in. I don't have many drafts left; should I update more?"

His typing speed had already exceeded 10,000 words a day, but the readers' enthusiasm for chasing updates was intense, and some jerks would even use tips to nakedly tempt him.

Is Director Shen the kind of person who can be easily tempted by a few sugar-coated bullets?

You have to pay more!

And so, the reader lords indeed paid more:

[ Innocent Old Virgin tipped 1000 points ]

[ Warmth of Human Chrysanthemum tipped 1000 points ]

[ Level 8 Hurricane tipped 1500 points ]

...

Shen Weiyue clicked on the comments for the latest chapter.

A group of readers was crazily urging for updates, and some even issued death threats:

"Are you kidding me? Updating three chapters a day, who are you looking down on? Do we readers lack this little bit of subscription money? Update another ten chapters, ten chapters each, take the tips, you idiot."

"Brother, if you don't want to update, just say so. Why bother to casually brush off your little sister like this? It just makes it seem like your little sister is being sentimental. Brother, your constitution is weak, and your little sister is very heartbroken. Why not just stop writing novels and go lie in a coffin to rest early?"

"Damn author, don't force me to beg you. Release the drafts, or I'll come through the internet cable to chop you!"

"Where is the author from? I'll drive a van over to block you right now!"

Just amidst a flurry of messages, Shen Weiyue saw a shining notification: [ Third Brother tipped 100,000 points ]

What the f*ck?

This is a thousand yuan, damn it, why so generous?

Director Shen ultimately couldn't resist the sugar-coated bullets; while wailing "Yamete," he put on a mask of pain and added one more chapter.

This chapter of his happened to be stuck at the critical moment where the male lead was about to push the female lead: "A faint fragrance wafted over, and Shen Lang unbuttoned Director Jiang's shirt, reaching his hand downward..."

Downward to do what?

It was over.

Many people had already taken off their pants, but there was nothing below.

Damn it, that damn eunuch deserves to die!

And so, the comments section was once again filled with curses, pleas, and wailing.

The twisted Director Shen, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, watched the comments go crazy with a roguish smile, when the editor's icon popped up.

Editor Fanxing: "Pen Name, the readers are highly emotional. The monthly ticket ranking is about to break into the top three. Update a bit more."

Pen Name: "I can't update anymore; I have no drafts left."

Editor Fanxing: "If you don't have drafts, go write! The situation is looking great. Update two more chapters."

Pen Name: "I can't write anymore, I really can't write anymore; I have no energy left."

Editor Fanxing: "No, you do. At least one more update. I'm begging you."

Japanese, you're the one who wants to read it, right?

Shen Weiyue logged off directly.