Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 31

When Grandma Tao left, Xie Jingyuan signaled Su Miaomiao to close the door with his eyes.

Su Miaomiao closed the door blankly, then sat down on the bay window by the window, looked at the book in her hand, and then looked at Xie Jingyuan in front of her.

Xie Jingyuan first asked her, “Where did you get the book?”

“Cousin finished reading it, and gave it to me.”

Xie Jingyuan basically guessed that she was usually not interested in reading novels.

“Taoist Master, why did you write a novel?”

Xie Jingyuan put on an immortal-like face, and uttered a common explanation, “Make money.”

If he was alone and didn’t have much demand for material life, he could just go to a temple directly.

But he had to take care of Grandma Tao and take care of the greedy, coquettish, lazy cat who didn’t know what thrift was.

Including his tuition fees and living expenses, he needed money.

Xie Rong was rich, so he was not stingy with him, but Xie Jingyuan didn’t want to rely on a father who he had little relationship with to live.

After hearing his reason, Su Miaomiao didn’t think it was strange. People like Zhou Yao and Feng Xiaoyu were also using their own methods to earn pocket money by doing summer jobs.

She was even more curious about how much Xie Jingyuan could earn.

Xie Jingyuan looked at her coldly, “It has nothing to do with you.”

Su Miaomiao pouted.

“Don’t tell others about this, including uncle and aunt.”

“Okay.”

“You can go, don’t go out in pajamas in the future.”

It was only then that Su Miaomiao realized that she was wearing pajamas, and her hair was messed up from leaning on the bedside to read the book.

Excitedly running over, Su Miaomiao was taunted for nothing. Xie Jingyuan stared at Su Miaomiao, who walked out, pouted, and closed the door for him.

“Does Miaomiao like this book too?” On the sofa, Grandma Tao asked with a smile.

The grandson was still underage, and he needed her assistance in signing the contract and handling things.

Su Miaomiao changed her mind, sat down beside Grandma Tao with “Suppressing the Demons”, and asked in a low voice, “Brother is so amazing, do you know how much he earns?”

Speaking of that, Grandma Tao was proud, and was about to reveal it to Su Miaomiao quietly, when there was a sound of opening the door from the study.

Grandma Tao’s gaze changed slightly, and she said regretfully to Su Miaomiao, “He won’t let me tell you.”

Su Miaomiao was disappointed again.

Grandma Tao couldn’t resist her pitiful appearance, and quickly added, “Anyway, it’s a lot, you can ask him for whatever you want.”

Su Miaomiao’s eyes lit up.

Xie Jingyuan had already walked over, holding a cup in one hand, went to get water from the water dispenser, and casually glanced at Su Miaomiao who was on the sofa.

Those eyes were cold enough for Su Miaomiao to understand his hint.

“Grandma, I’ll go now,” Su Miaomiao stood up holding the book.

“Go, come to play when you’re bored.”

Su Miaomiao left quickly.

Xie Jingyuan watched the door close again, and asked Grandma Tao, “Did you tell her?”

Grandma Tao coughed, “I only said that you earn a lot, but didn’t say the specific amount. Hey, what is your relationship with Miaomiao? What’s wrong if you tell her?”

Xie Jingyuan frowned slightly, and asked, “What do you think is my relationship with her?”

Grandma Tao showed a mysterious and ambiguous smile to her grandson.

Her grandson treated Su Miaomiao like his little girlfriend, and Grandma Tao had long regarded Su Miaomiao as her granddaughter-in-law.

Xie Jingyuan wanted to explain, but seeing Grandma Tao smiling so happily, he paused, and went back to the study with water.

Probably, he couldn’t explain it.

Except for Su Miaomiao, who would believe that he just treated her like a cat demon with a pure view?

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 In her room, Su Miaomiao leaned back to the head of the bed, carefully flipping through “Suppressing the Demons”.

According to the introduction on the page, the book had 350,000 words and was priced at 40 yuan.

Su Miaomiao didn’t understand the algorithm very well, so she sent a text message to Tang Yan, “Cousin, how many copies of Suppressing the Demons have been sold?”

“How do I know? Only the author and the publisher know about this, why are you asking this?”

“I want to know how much money the author makes.”

How much the Taoist master earned really had nothing to do with her, but Su Miaomiao was just curious about how powerful he could be.

“It must be a lot. It was said that there are local rich readers who gave him ten thousands in rewards. Almost all the male lead novels with high sales were long novels with several million words, but his short book rushed forward. You can imagine how high his subscription is, and it will cost hundreds of thousands, not counting the publishing fee.”

Su Miaomiao: …

Hundreds of thousands!

Zhou Yao and Feng Xiaoyu only earned 1,000 a month working part-time, but he quietly earned hundreds of thousands.

As expected of the master of the Qingxu Temple, Xie Jingyuan was a powerful Taoist master, and he was also proficient in everything even when he became a human being.

After the admiration, Su Miaomiao was also a little bit shocked.

More or less, all her friends made money, only she didn’t make a penny that summer vacation.