Host, it turns out painting makes money so quickly. It's much faster than submitting novels.
For a novel submission, an editor at the newspaper had to take an interest in it before it could be printed and published.
New authors earned two to five silver dollars per thousand words.
They could only submit three thousand words a day because the newspaper limited how many words it published daily, so they could earn at most fifteen silver dollars.
Su Qiao wasn't dazzled by the gold bars before her eyes.
Art exhibitions weren't held every day, and everyone mainly participated for the sake of fame.
Once they became famous, people would come to commission paintings. That was how they could earn an income.
"This isn't that much. It's only because you've just become famous and have never participated in an art exhibition before. Otherwise, the price would be even higher."
Pei Yulou had never lacked money since he was young, so he had no real concept of its value.
If it had been anyone else, they would never have walked down the road alone carrying so many gold bars. They might even have hired several bodyguards.
"Manman, if you're short of money, I have some. However much you want, I can find a way to get it for you."
He had never imagined before that she might be short of money. Now that he knew, of course he wanted to help her.
Unfortunately, just because he had money didn't mean she would necessarily want it.
"No need. I have hands and feet. I can earn it myself."
Su Qiao tightened the mouth of the bag, returned to the house, and locked it in the safe in the corner.
Pei Yulou followed her inside. "Manman, tomorrow is my mother's birthday. I'd like to