Even while attending university, Ding Ling continued writing two novels a month.
In this era.
Ding Ling was the only writer in the entire world who could create at such a rapid pace while producing nothing but masterpieces!
So.
As he produced one excellent work after another, even having them translated into multiple languages and sold worldwide, his fame grew even greater.
In fact, over the past few years.
His works had been adapted into television series and films.
And they were all immensely popular.
His television series had explosive ratings and frequently claimed first place;
his films repeatedly set new records and attracted tremendous attention.
Because of this.
Ding Ling was making more and more money.
Some people believed that just by selling the novels he had written in recent years, he had earned at least one billion yuan from book sales alone.
After all.
He was guaranteed to produce twenty-four books a year;
ninety-six books over four years of university.
Add in the works he had created during his senior year of high school.
Ding Ling already had more than a hundred works to his name.
The forty or fifty works he had released later sold worldwide; he earned all of it in U.S. dollars;
it was easy to imagine how much money he had made.
Not to mention the film adaptations and such. Ding Ling had the right to choose the cast and invest in the productions.
He earned even more from films and the like.
Xia Luo knew all this because he had read the news.
After all, Ding Ling was a major figure in the entertainment industry and was immensely famous throughout the world.
His efficiency and speed of creation could be described as something found only once in a blue moon.
No one could