Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

How much does an author earn from selling a book?

This question touched on an area where Lin Ting was unfamiliar with the subject.

"Are you going to write a novel? Let me ask around for you." Lin said, taking out her rocket launcher from her bag.

"Hey, wait a minute." Su Yu pressed Lin Ting's hand, her face slightly flushed. "No, I just... suddenly had that random thought."

"This is quite sudden," Lin asked her. "What's wrong? Want to make money?"

Su Meiren nodded honestly: "Mm."

“You should start by thinking about what you’re good at before you make money,” Lin said. “Look at Yingzi, for example. She’s a good student, so she opened a tutoring center.”

Su Yu was silent for three seconds, then tilted her head and looked Lin Ting up and down: "And what about you? You run a shop, selling clothes, selling milk tea, running a tutoring center... but besides studying, it seems like you don't know how to make milk tea or clothes, right?"

Lin Ting: "Who says I don't know? I made the very first cup of milk tea!"

Although not very successful.

But it cannot be denied that she did do it.

Moreover, as long as she and Jiang Zong don't tell anyone, no one will know what that cup of milk tea actually looks like.

The others who were present that day? They were all seasoned veterans skilled in interpersonal relationships; they certainly wouldn't say anything.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lin Ting in disbelief.

In the end, Su Yu, relying on her status as a patient, acted recklessly and talked nonsense: "You actually know which way the kitchen door opens?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

She and Yu'er were of one heart, but Yu'er came to stab her in the heart.

Lin Ting gave Su Meiren a sinister look for a moment, then moved next to Jiang Zong and nudged him: "Brother, did you bring any money?"

Before Lin Ting could even explain what she needed the money for, Jiang Zong handed her his wallet.

"Is this enough? If not, I'll go get more now."

"Okay, prepare 20,000 for me, I'll pay you back tonight."

"it is good."

Su Yu asked blankly, "Listen to this, what do you need so much money for?"

Lin Ting: "Give Uncle Liu a red envelope and ask him to cut an extra ten centimeters when he operates on you."

Su Yu: "...!"

"Open-chest surgery turned into open-abdomen surgery?"

"This is called being connected from the inside out."

"...?"

Is this word... used like this?

Oh wait, is there such a word?

Su Meiren stared blankly at Lin Ting, when suddenly Qiong Yao, who was hugging her, clutched her heart and cried out, "Ah! Lin Ting! You—how cruel you are—"

Lin Ting: "Hold it back."

"okay."

Su Yu sat down quietly and obediently placed her hands on her thighs.

Zheng Miaoying pressed her temples, forcefully steer the conversation back on track: "So, Xiaoyu, what are you best at?"

Su Yu said without hesitation, "Take the medicine."

Everyone fell silent, then gave a thumbs up: "That's an amazing skill!"

"You don't understand! Have you ever tried taking twenty-one pills at once? Can you even do it?" Su Yu proudly raised her chin. "I can!"

Lin Ting: "Your voice is really deep."

Su Yu lowered her eyes for a moment, deciding to pretend she hadn't heard what she said.

She firmly believed that as long as she could convince herself to pretend she didn't hear it and then gradually forget it, she wouldn't be hurt!

"Seriously, besides being sick and taking medicine, what other special skills do you have?"

Su Yu shook her head: "I thought about it for most of last night, but I couldn't figure it out."

After saying that, she couldn't help but look at Lin Ting longingly once again.

Lin Ting said without holding a grudge, "Actually, based on how many Qiong Yao novels you've read, it's not impossible for you to write novels. Why not give it a try? You're just killing time anyway."

These days, reading is one of the most important forms of entertainment for college students.

The saying goes, "Read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and even if you can't compose poetry, you can still recite it." The most important foundation for writing is reading, and Su Yu clearly possessed this ability.

Wu Yan nodded in agreement: "Yes, why don't you try writing it? You have a foundation."

Su Yu asked in confusion, "I didn't. I've only ever written essays before, never novels."

"No, you write so fast when you're doing your homework. Other writers can only write two thousand words a day, but you can write twenty thousand."

Su Yu: "...?"

Are these guys really here to visit her?

They probably want to send her away!

However, this was a way for her to make money that she had finally come up with, so how could she give up just because of a few words?

Su Yu thought for a while and then asked, "Where should I begin?"

"Start by buying paper manuscripts."

Su Yu: "..."

You know what, that makes a lot of sense.

Wu Yan was about to go downstairs to help buy draft paper when she froze as soon as she stepped out the door: "Brother?"

Almost instantly, several pairs of eyes turned towards the doorway.

Before she even stepped inside, Su Yu's face turned bright red.

Judging from her current complexion, even Lin's father probably wouldn't be able to tell that she's sick.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely because of the anticipation. The girls held their breath and stared intently as Wu Fei entered the room.

Wu Fei had expected there would be people in the ward, but he never imagined there would be so many.

Among them were his boss and Old...Accountant Jiang.

He was a little embarrassed, gave Lin Ting a forced smile, and then turned to look at Su Yu: "Are you alright?"

He only heard about Su Yu's upcoming surgery today.

For a moment, his mind went blank.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was already in a taxi.

He asked the driver where they were going, and the driver looked at him like he was an idiot before stepping on the gas in front of the city hospital.

Wu Fei thought, since I'm already here, I might as well... go see her...

He couldn't visit a patient empty-handed, so he bought a lot of food.

Since I'm here to see her, I naturally have to buy her favorite foods.

Wu Fei silently put down the bag in his hand and stood at the foot of the bed looking at Su Yu.

Her face was rosy and she looked quite well.

Su Yu coughed awkwardly twice, which made her throat itchy, and she actually started coughing.

Her face turned even redder from coughing.

When Wu Fei regained consciousness, he found himself patting her back, while several people around him, including his own sister, were munching on sunflower seeds.

"you……"

Su Yu interrupted him, a pleading look in her eyes as she looked at her sisters: "Could you all go out for a bit?"

"Oh right, I'll go buy you some manuscript paper." Lin Ting, looking disdainful of eavesdropping, was the first to walk out.

She also grabbed Wu Yan and Li Zhi, who were most eager to gossip, and pulled them away.

Jiang Zong walked last and closed the door for them.

Only Wu Fei and Su Yu remained in the ward.

Su Yu, clutching her pillow, asked him, "What are you doing here?"

Wu Fei felt a little awkward and frowned slightly as he said, "I heard you were going to have surgery, so I came to see you... after all, we know each other."

"Oh."

Su Yu lowered her eyes, clutching the pillowcase, and said, "Then you've seen it. Let's go."

Wu Fei looked at her but didn't move.

He had many questions he wanted to ask, such as why she suddenly needed surgery, whether she would be fine after the surgery, and whether she should drink water or eat anything...

But he couldn't utter a single question; he just stared at her silently.

"Wu Fei".

Su Yu looked up at him.

"Ah."

He was on high alert, ready to act as soon as she made her request.

"I haven't seen you for a very, very long time."

"Ah."

"So, my illness has nothing to do with you."

"..."