Finally, apart from what Zhong Qing required, Yi Feng also gathered quite a few other herbs. All in all, it could be considered a fruitful harvest.
After a few more days of rushing, he finally returned to the martial arts school. Unfortunately, Zhong Qing's condition had not improved; on the contrary, it became more severe. Without taking a break, Yi Feng quickly prepared medicine for Zhong Qing. After taking the medicine, Zhong Qing's fever subsided significantly, and only then did Yi Feng breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is Mr. Yi here?"
However, as soon as he sat down, a call came from outside the door.
Yi Feng walked out and found the steward of the Baofeng Trading Company. Given the respect that Yi Feng received from President Yin Xiong and others, not to mention the benefits that Yi Feng's book brought to the Baofeng Trading Company, it was only fitting for the steward to be so respectful.
"Oh, it's you. Is there something going on?" Yi Feng, with a slightly tired face, inquired.
"Mr. Yi, I came to give you the share of the money from selling books." The steward respectfully stated, then took out an exclusive card from the Baofeng Trading Company and handed it to Yi Feng.
"Sir, inside is the share of last month, one hundred thousand gold coins. Because I'm afraid that Mr. Yi has no good place to store it, it is kept in our trading company. Mr. Yi can use the VIP card to withdraw money at any time from our company. Of course, from now on, on this day every month, we will calculate the monthly share for Mr. Yi. All the money will be stored in Mr. Yi's card."
Although they should have come to discuss books, when Yi Feng heard the number, he couldn't help but be taken aback and asked, "Did you say how much? One hundred thousand?"
Hearing Yi Feng's question, the steward nodded, but there was a slight twitch in his heart.
Could it be that Mr. Yi thinks it's too little?
But he didn't dare to say more and quickly took his leave to report to the company.
After the steward left, Yi Feng came back to his senses and looked at the card in his hand with some disbelief.
For a moment, he laughed.
He originally just wanted to supplement his family's living expenses, but he never thought of becoming successful by writing a book. Now, he received an income of one hundred thousand gold coins at once, enough for him to use for many years.
And what's even more unbelievable is that this is only for one month!
It's just too satisfying...
With a happy face, he walked back to the martial arts school. However, as soon as he turned around, there was another shout from behind, "Master Yi."
Turning around to look, he found Mao Lin from the Pingjiang Trading Company coming over with two people, smiling.
"President Mao."
Yi Feng frowned slightly but still politely nodded. "I don't know what President Mao is looking for me for?"
"Cough."
Mao Lin coughed awkwardly twice, then smiled broadly, "Master Yi, to be honest, I came here this time to apologize to you for the previous incident."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
The two people behind him opened the box, revealing a shiny gold.
"Exactly one thousand gold coins, please accept it, Master Yi."
Mao Lin waved his hand generously and smiled meaningfully at Yi Feng. A thousand gold coins, he didn't believe it wouldn't move Yi Feng. This was an ordinary person's annual income.