1st October.
Today was National Day.
Early in the morning, Zhang Ye was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth.
Mom called and her tone was filled with blame and criticism, "Have you found a job? Not yet? I already told you not to quit. Take a look, take a look!"
Zhang Ye simply rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth as he laughed, "Mom, even if I don't have a job now, I will also not starve to death. Don't you know? My 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' and a few fairy tales are about to be published. Today happens to be the day it goes on sale, so you don't have to worry about me. When the publishing firm transfers me the money, I'll give you some."
Mom was overjoyed, "It's published already? How much did you make?"
Zhang Ye feigned ignorance, "Not much, not much. Have you eaten?"
"I asked you how much, so stop trying to interrupt!" Mom said fiercely.
Zhang Ye could only say, "About six million. After it reaches me, it's probably around five million. Quite a lot of it is taxed."
