Why bother with dating when you already have a cat?

Xiaoyu has even started hiring new employees, otherwise the beverage section is already a bit too busy with just Hu Tian.

It would be best to hire two more employees, one to help Hu Tian manage the beverage area and the other to help Li Qiqi watch the door.

The current profits are already sufficient, so hiring two more employees is more than enough.

Thinking this, Ai Qing put down the camera she had just bought, placed it on the table, sat down, and glanced at her computer.

I saw that someone was looking for me.

Then I saw the message from the editor.

【Flowers Bloom Around the Corner】: Yeah, don't worry, I have enough drafts saved up.

To be honest, with the daily warmth and support, Ai Qing felt energetic, healthy, and her creative passion was overflowing.

I no longer experience the state of being sleepy as soon as I start writing, scrolling through my phone as soon as I lie in bed, and having to stay in bed for several hours after waking up to feel refreshed.

Although both are 24 hours a day, the efficiency of their use is truly different.

In the past, I could only concentrate for four or five hours a day, and I would sometimes dawdle or slack off in between.

But now, with everything running at full speed and the support of the warm current, Ai Qing can even focus entirely on writing for four or five hours straight.

That output is quite terrifying.

After all, the efficiency of writing while slacking off is worlds apart from typing for four or five hours straight.

Since the book was published at the end of October, about a month and a half has passed, and Ai Qing has been writing about six to eight thousand words every day.

The updated word count is four thousand words.

So far, I've saved up about 100,000 words.

This number was truly unimaginable before the warm currents...

Thinking of this, Ai Qing glanced at the time; it was already past eleven.

Xiaoyu has already gone to help her grandma across the street with cooking, and she'll probably be bringing the food over soon.

Ai Qing rubbed his hands together, scrolled through the draft box directory on his writing software, and after some deliberation, decided to release 20,000 words on the first day of publication.

After that, I wrote 10,000 words a day, hoping to reach 10,000 subscriptions soon.

"Lunch is here!" Xiaoyu's voice came from the doorway. She was carrying two stacked lunchboxes and ran to Aiqing. "I made chicken soup today. I've never tried it before. Grandma taught me how today! You should try it later. It's so delicious."

"It smells so good!" Li Qiqi came over as soon as she smelled it and hugged Xiaoyu tightly. "Sister-in-law is so good. My brother must have saved the world in his past life."

"Qiqi, come and try the chicken soup, it's delicious."

"Okay! But do you have soy sauce? I like chicken soup with soy sauce."

"I brought it to you." Lang Xiangying, who came in behind, said with a smile, "I know you like to eat it this way, just like your mother."

Hu Tian, ​​who was outside, also came in, and the group sat around the table to eat lunch.

At exactly noon, Ai Qing had only eaten half of her meal when she put down her chopsticks and turned on her computer.

I'll release five paid chapters first to whet readers' appetites, and then release another five chapters tonight.

After finishing this task, Ai Qing went back to drinking the chicken soup with small fish.

On the contrary, Guagua, the editor in charge at the company, was nervously staring at the backend data. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was the author of this book.

Chapter 204 Results

Saturday evening.

As usual, Ai Zhongguo sat at the table, rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes tightly to relieve the soreness, and then slowly opened them again.

On the table was an old computer, and a few pieces of paper and pens scattered about.

He didn't have Ai Qing's keen sense of the internet; he simply followed the steps of each website's production process to create and upload his content.

He wasn't used to typing on a computer keyboard, so even when he worked at the publishing house, he would first write the manuscript by hand with pen and paper, and then type it into the computer to finalize the document.

The feeling of holding the pen in one's own hands, with each stroke of the pen flowing from the fingertips, makes Ai Zhongguo feel the charm of creation even more.

At first, Ae Jong-kook only chose to produce content that interested him.

For example, he is most interested in modern world history from a macro perspective, or he is more interested in the micro-social aspects of various eras and their hidden worries.

These are all things he, a former publishing reporter and editor, excels at.

However, simply focusing on these topics doesn't actually generate much traffic.

On the one hand, he is not yet adapted to the content production methods of the Internet age and does not know how to write copy that can grab the audience's attention and keep them watching.

On the other hand, his topics are often not very relevant to current hot topics, so there is not enough traffic.

However, these are not really major problems.

Although the traffic is low, Ai Zhongguo's solid content production has still attracted a small audience.

For example, on Bilibili, after a period of hard work, even though the content itself is not popular with viewers, it has at least slowly gained the attention of about a thousand fans.

The number of video views has gradually increased from only a few dozen or a few hundred to a four-figure number.

However, these things don't really matter to Ai Zhongguo.

What truly pleased him was that many people left comments under his videos.

I don't know if it's because his content is quite hardcore and solid, but those who read it carefully and leave comments are relatively rational people.

This made it very comfortable for Ai Zhongguo to communicate with him.

Even when opinions differ, we will not resort to personal attacks.

This struck Ai Zhongguo as very interesting; being able to connect with netizens from all over the world via video was far more interesting than making money itself.

Anyway, he earns a good amount of money from rent every month, and Ai Zhongguo thinks making videos is quite interesting, so he doesn't care if he doesn't make money.

However, Ai Qing and Xiao Yu were coming home for dinner this evening, so Ai Zhongguo temporarily put aside his writing, stretched, and got up to go downstairs.

Just then, there was a knock on the study door.

Ai Zhongguo paused for a moment, then said "Come in," and the study door opened, with Xiaoyu's head peeking in from outside.

"Uncle, it's almost time for dinner. Grandma asked me to call you."

"Okay, I'll get ready and come down right away," Ai Zhongguo replied, then asked, "Where's your aunt? Is she still in bed?"

"I called the auntie first, and she's already downstairs."

"That's fine."

Ai Zhongguo nodded, then stood up and tidied up the manuscript papers on the table.

Then he heard footsteps behind him, turned around and saw that Xiaoyu had come in, holding something in her hand.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else, Little Fish?"

"Yes, and this too." Xiaoyu pulled an envelope from behind her back and handed it to Ai Zhongguo on the table in front of her. Then she said with a smile, "My brother asked me to bring this. It's for this month's rent."

“Hey, why don’t you just have him transfer it to me online? Why bother with the envelope…” Ai Zhongguo chuckled, then reached out and took it.

He then pinched the thickness of the envelope with his fingers and frowned immediately: "What kind of rent is he talking about?"

“All the rent,” Xiaoyu said, blinking. “Including the house we live in, and the shop space for the cat cafe.”

"Then it's only seven thousand dollars, right?" Ai Zhongguo squeezed the envelope again, still somewhat doubtful, as it didn't seem like it was only seven thousand dollars.

So he turned to look at Xiaoyu and asked, "Can I take it apart now?"

"Of course!" Little Fish nodded repeatedly.

So Ai Zhongguo didn't stand on ceremony with her, opened the envelope directly, and took out a thick stack of red banknotes.

Now Ai Zhongguo was even more certain that it was definitely more than seven thousand yuan.

He counted the money with practiced ease, totaling 12,000, and then looked at Xiaoyu with a strange expression: "What do you two mean by this?"

"Rent," Xiaoyu said innocently, "4000 yuan for the house and 8000 yuan for the shop, that's exactly 12,000 yuan."

"I know you guys are making a lot of money now, but there's no need to pay the original price." Ai Zhongguo looked speechless. "How much net profit did the cat cafe make last month?"

"Around 30,000."

Ai Zhongguo: "..."

This thing can actually make money?

He had observed Ai Qing's cat cafe before and had indeed noticed that many students frequently went there to play.

But he also observed very carefully. Most students were just loitering in front of the glass window, trying to get freebies. If one out of a hundred students was actually willing to pay to go inside and pet the cats, that would be considered good.

Although Ai Zhongguo thought he probably wouldn't lose much, he never expected that the net profit would be 30,000!

"Don't get me wrong, I asked about net profit, not revenue."

“It’s pure profit.” Xiaoyu nodded. “And this month it will be much more, around 40,000 to 50,000. If you include the video revenue from the Homeless Home, it might be 70,000 to 80,000.”

Ai Zhongguo was silenced by Xiaoyu and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He remembered that Ai Qing and Xiao Yu's main businesses were also quite profitable.

Ai Qing is alright; he earned 20,000 words a month on his last book, but since that book is finished, he definitely won't earn that much anymore.

I heard he's written a new book, but it hasn't started charging yet, so anything can happen.

Xiaoyu's live streaming career is quite stable. According to what Aiqing told him before, as long as he can get suitable advertisements, earning tens of thousands a month is not a problem.

Not to mention the monthly gift rewards alone, Xiaoyu is guaranteed to receive several thousand to around ten thousand yuan.

So, if these two get together, their income will be approaching 100,000 to 200,000?

Thinking about this, Ai Zhongguo was speechless, wondering how his son had become so amazing in just a few months.

"Uncle, shouldn't we go downstairs for dinner?" Xiaoyu glanced at Ai Zhongguo, whose eyes were somewhat vacant, and whispered a reminder.

"Oh, oh... Come downstairs for dinner, come downstairs for dinner."

……

"How have things been between you and Xiaoyu lately?"

In the living room, Yao Qiang peeled an orange, popped it into her mouth, and asked Ai Qing, who was sitting next to her.