"Work hard," Wang Hao firmly patted the golden sunflower on the shoulder, decisively entering show-off mode, "Remember, in an age where smart people are a dime a dozen, what's really scarce isn't smarts, but single-minded determination, putting all your eggs in one basket, having one-track mind, one-track effort. You don't need to think about anything else for this book, just bury your head in writing."
"Brother Ritian, I'll definitely work hard!" the golden sunflower said, face brimming with surprise, "When the book becomes a hit, can I really earn ten thousand yuan a month? My gosh, I can't even imagine it—I've never seen so much money!"
Wang Hao couldn't help but smack him on the head in annoyance, "Country bumpkin kid, is ten thousand yuan the extent of your ambition? Write well, and you'll find out that following your Brother Ritian guarantees you a life of luxury!" After saying this, Wang Hao checked the time, "Alright, it's getting late, I should head back now."
