As the strongest sword cultivator in an entire realm, as a Profound Immortal of the Heavenly Realm, as Zhenwu's successor and the designated bearer of the title of the next Great Emperor Zhenwu-
Qiu Wuji had never imagined that writing some lousy damn book could bring in four million a month.
Yes, a month. A six-month delay in payment did not mean getting paid once every six months. It meant January's earnings arrived in June, February's in July... In other words, next month might bring in just as much.
Looking at the actual backend figures Chu Ge showed her, Qiu Wuji's brain still refused to function.
No matter how she looked at it, she had thought it was Photoshopped. She had casually mentioned a maid outfit, never expecting it to be real.
And the earlier screenshot had only shown third-party channels. Adding the main site and the company's own channels, the total came to five million...
Even more outrageous was that Chu Ge had more than five million in his bank account.
All sorts of strange payments had arrived, from who knew where.
There were royalties from physical books, and revenue shares from animation and film and television adaptations.
Together, they amounted to tens of millions.
In a month.
That did not even include the Comics Studio's income, which was in the company's business account. Come to think of it, the comics revenue was not just digital either. There should also be a share from collected print volumes. Qiu Wuji would have to ask Mengmeng how much that brought in, or she herself would have no idea.
Then there seemed to be music revenue too, which went into Qiu Wuji's own account...
Did that put it over ten million?
The changes of the times were far too absurd. Never mind