Chapter 38: Next Round

Chapter 38: Next Round

"Wait a minute..."

"If my calculations are right..."

"From Broken Marionette alone..."

"Approximately..."

He himself couldn't complete the sentences, as his voice was slowly breaking. His mouth opened and closed again and again, akin yo that of a goldfishs'

"...400,000$?"

He finally managed to squeeze out those words.

If the tax, 35% share of the Rising Star website and his other paying percentage was deducted, then that was the approximate value left.

"What? My song is in high ranking spot? I don't care, I wasn't even checking."

"What? I earned 300,000$? I don't care, I was doing my own thing..."

He had imagined these kinds of scenarios over and over again. Scenarios where he'd stay completly indifferent to the money that he'd be earning, completly indifferent yo everything.

To the level where je wouldn't even check the ranking if his song...