Chapter 1 Starting with 100 Million

The wind is cold.

The sky is overcast.

Hu Yibao sat on a bench in the town square, letting out a long sigh.

"I've sent out over a dozen job applications, but not a single company has gotten back to me," he muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

He pulled out his phone and checked his bank balance again, even though he already knew the number. "And last month's royalties? Only 603.23 yuan... How am I supposed to survive on that?"

He leaned back, staring at the sky, feeling the weight of his troubles pressing down on him.

"As you can see, it's a dead end!"

"Why!"

"I'll buy a box of instant noodles later so I can have something to eat for the rest of the month."

"In a few days, I'll quietly put the book away and head to the construction site to carry bricks. No one needs to know."

"The New Year is coming soon... If I work extra hours moving bricks, maybe I can earn some overtime pay and have a little more to spend."

""

The bench was just a short distance away.

A TV reporter stood in front of the camera, holding a microphone. She had a bright smile and spoke clearly.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Xiaoli."

"Two days ago, we conducted an online survey about people's dreams and future goals."

"The results were quite interesting! 43% of people said they want to be scientists, 25% dream of becoming internet celebrities, 20% hope to be government workers, and 12% want to be teachers."

"Today, based on this survey, we will be interviewing random people on the street to hear about their dreams in person."

"Let's find out what they have to say!"

Xiaoli saw Hu Yibao and walked forward.

"Sir, I'm from a TV station. Can I interview you?"

Without giving Hu Yibao a chance to react, the microphone was put directly to his lips.

Two big men carrying a camera and lighting nearby were staring at him eagerly.

Hu Yibao was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Can!"

"What's your name?"

"No need to bother, my surname is Hu."

"Mr. Hu, what is your dream?"

"Eat and wait for death, marry and have children."

"Mr. Hu, this interview. We are going to broadcast it on the evening news."

"Ahem!"

"Can you cut out that part?"

"Can!"

"My dream is to become a philanthropist and spread love to the world."

"Oh? This is a great dream!"

"So, if you had a car, would you donate it?"

"Of course!"

"If society needs it, I will donate the house."

"What if it's money, like a million?"

"donate!"

"What about ten million?"

"donate!"

"Don't even mention 10 million, I'll donate 100 million!"

"Mr. Hu, you are really a kind person."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Hu Yibao waited for a few seconds, and Xiaoli didn't ask any more questions.

Looking at the camera, Hu Yibao asked.

"Are you ready?"

"Okay!" Xiaoli nodded.

"call!"

Hu Yibao heaved a sigh of relief, and then said to Xiaoli, "I came out to buy instant noodles. I have to go back quickly."

"Then I won't bother you, Mr. Hu." Xiaoli said.

The two big men surrounding Hu Yibao moved to the sides to leave a way for him to escape.

Hu Yibao left in a hurry.

The eggs are still cooking in the rice cooker, so I have to buy some instant noodles quickly.

Save as much electricity as possible.

Instant noodles with egg, a luxury.

As for philanthropists.

It's a ghost.

This has never been my dream since I was a child.

I want to be a rich man.

Live a life of idleness and wait for death, then get married and have children.

Travel around the world and eat delicious food.

Unfortunately, only one eighth of his great dream has been realized.

Waiting to die

The camera was pointed at Hu Yibao's back as he left, and recorded Xiaoli's voice-over.

"In real life, Mr. Hu must be a selfless and dedicated person."

"Kindness lies in the ordinary."

"Let's celebrate this ordinary man."

"Next, let's look for the next passerby."

In a dimly lit room.

"Crackle!"

Hu Yibao's hands kept moving between the keyboards.

Words quickly appeared on the computer screen.

Finally, when the word count reached 4021 words.

Hu Yibao pressed the period key on the keyboard.

Check the contents twice carefully.

Confirmed.

Upload!

"Upload successful!"

See the display of the writer's background page.

Hu Yibao breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, ''i Inherited The Hundred Billion Group At The Beginning'' is updated.

Finish!

Hu Yibao then clicked on the data out of habit.

New cases yesterday: 102.

Average subscription: 48.

High-end: 92.

Earn 3.5 cents per subscription.

I got three dollars, sixty-seven and a half yesterday.

I got money for a box of instant noodles.

I can just eat and wait for death.

Perfect.

"Ding ding ding!!"

A message popped up on QQ chat.

Hu Yibao clicked it and took a look.

Today is the day when last month's royalties are released.

Just like always.

In the author group, the big guys are showing off their royalties.

"4825.35 yuan!"

"Woo woo woo! It was on the shelves for twelve days last month, and that's all the money I made."

"28483.86 yuan!"

"Hey, the royalties from last month weren't that good! Only 28,000 yuan. I'm almost going to have to beg for food."

"154,854.38 yuan!"

"I made a small profit of only 150,000 yuan. I have to work hard this month. After all, my goal this year is to buy another house in full."

"228,463.59 yuan."

"I just picked up a car last month and it took half a month to get out of service. I didn't expect there are still so many."

When Hu Yibao saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

What a bunch of old Versailles!

But I am really envious in my heart.

When will I be able to earn so much in a year?

By that time, you can achieve instant noodle freedom.

When I eat instant noodles, I not only add two eggs, but also a sausage.

If you want to be more extravagant, add a bag of pickled mustard tuber.

Within the author group.

Soon a big boss came out to calm the situation.

"2,481,545.25 yuan."

"I was lucky last month. I sold the game adaptation."

The group of authors, thousands of authors, instantly turned into little fangirls.

"Awesome, two million four hundred thousand! One house a month!"

"Big Boss, please give me some leg hair."

"Woo woo woo, boss, are you short of blue friends? This is my first time, please be gentle!"

"Boss, when are we going to get the marriage certificate? I've already thought of a name for the child."

"Wow, so much money. I can only see it during the Qingming Festival."

"Boss, tell me your location, I'll rush over to warm your bed overnight."

""

"Boss, please protect me." Hu Yibao was filled with emotion and sent a message.

After closing the author group, Hu Yibao returned to his own writer background.

Click on it.

Check the manuscript fee.

The royalties for the last twelve months are listed in order from top to bottom.

February 20: 302.22 yuan.

March 20: 305.33 yuan.

January 21: 603.23 yuan.

The numbers are eye-catching.

Reflected in Hu Yibao's pupils.

It irritated his nerves.

Twelve months' royalties added up.

Not enough for the big guys' breakfast.

"It's really a headache!"

"I can't hold on any longer!"

"Writing a book really can only be powered by love."

Hu Yibao sat in a chair, thinking about today's interview.

"It would be great if I could become rich overnight."

"Even if you want me to experience what it's like to be a billionaire, that's fine!"

"bite!"

My phone vibrated. It was a text message from Postal Savings Bank.

Hu Yibao came back to his senses, picked up his phone and looked at it.

"Bank card deposit: 100,000,000 yuan, balance: 100,000,304.46 yuan."