"Wow, Master, you earned 20 million a month." Su Xiaoyu looked at Lin Fan in admiration and surprise.
If it was a businessman, it might not be difficult to earn 20 million a month.
Lin Fan wasn't a boss yet. He just sang two songs.
The benefits of these two songs were immeasurable.
Two songs were worth 20 million, and this was only the beginning.
The subsequent income from the song "My Old Deskmate" could still be earned by Lin Fan's hands.
"It's only 20 million. It's not even as much as your weekly pocket money." Lin Fan smiled. He didn't really care about this. Although it was indeed not bad to get more money, it was still too difficult to surpass Xia Wanqiu's savings with just a few songs.
The bulk of the profits came from Lin Fan's scripts.
Or the dividends from LV and Chanel. If he received the dividends from the major companies, Lin Fan's savings would increase greatly.
He was still under Xia Wanqiu.
