Sie Yufei is no longer the person he was at the beginning of last year, who had only received three yuan in royalties.
As of today, he has already received 18 yuan in royalties.
A sum of enormous wealth.
Uncle Team Leader congratulated him on this and advised him to treat himself to something nice.
"Earning eighteen yuan in a year, and you're still smiling about it?"
Li Dahe was thoroughly confused and wanted to kick him awake: "Old Wang's great-grandma is ninety-two this year, and by making matchboxes she can earn twenty yuan a month."
"Uncle, you don't understand how I feel, it's about accumulating, you know? Like a child picking wheat, bending over with head down, picking up each grain, until finally, there's enough for a pot of rice."
Li Dahe: "Firstly, wheat is picked one stalk at a time; secondly, you're twenty, you're of age to be a father, you're not a little bastard; lastly, a pot of rice isn't even enough to fill you up."
