Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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Qiao Yu held up two fingers.

"Two thousand? How many words is that?" the old man exclaimed.

"Two million," Qiao Yu whispered.

"How many?"

The old man was cleaning his ears.

"Two million," Qiao Yu said loudly.

The old man stared blankly and said, "Where did you get so much money?"

"The royalties!"

The old man got furious.

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and started pulling out his belt. "You even lied to me! I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Qiao Yu turned and ran.

No time to explain.

I reckon even if he said he made money, the old man wouldn't believe him.

Based on experience, beat them up first.

The old man pulled up his pants with one hand and waved his belt with the other, chasing after them.

Qiao's mother and sister were watching TV in the living room when they were disturbed.

Qiao Yu ran out as if his life depended on it, shouting:

"Mom, Dad is going to beat me to death."

Qiao Jingjing instinctively pulled Qiao Yu behind her to protect him.

Suddenly realizing she was about to give him the cold shoulder, she spat out:

"It would be best to kill it; it's a nuisance."

Aunt Qiao stepped forward to stop the old man who was chasing after them, and complained:

"What's wrong now? Why are you pulling out your belt all of a sudden?"

The old man was at the peak of his anger, not calming down until he beat his son to death, and roared:

"Let go of me, I'm going to beat this thing to death."

"Speak properly, speak properly."

Qiao's mother repeatedly advised.

The old man's finger trembled with anger as he pointed at Qiao Yu:

"Ask him what he's been doing."

"He doesn't take the right path but the wrong one, and he even comes here to cheat his own father."

Qiao Yu thought to himself, "It actually rhymes pretty much."

Qiao's mother said, "Is it really necessary to get so angry?"

"My son's little misbehavior is fine with a scolding. Just put the belt away."

.......

148. Her son has made something of himself; Qiao Jingjing is shooting an advertisement.

The old man said angrily, "He said he earned two million from writing novels, and you believe him?"

"How many?"

Qiao's mother cleaned her ears.

"Two million," the old man sneered.

Mrs. Qiao released her husband and said calmly:

"He who lies without thinking should be killed."

The old man then came over wielding a leather whip.

Just moments ago, Qiao Jingjing had been acting like an older sister, protecting her younger brother, but now she nimbly retreated to a corner.

She really is my own mother.

Yeah, and my older sister too.

Qiao Yu shouted as he took out his phone:

"Dad, I really made money, you'll see."

He deftly opened the author assistant app and logged into his account.

The old man strode over and snatched the phone away.

Upon closer inspection, the old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

Qiao Jingjing wiggled her hips and jogged over, peering inside.

Qiao Jingjing opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Qiao Yu had never shown her the backstage royalties before; she had only heard about them from Qiao Yu.

But seeing it with my own eyes now is a different story.

She glanced at it and estimated that it would add up to at least 2.3 million over the past few months.

"This...this is what you earned?"

The old man snapped out of his daze and stared at his son.

Qiao Yu nodded, wary of the belt in his hand.

For the first time, the old man felt that his position as the head of the family was unstable.

He checked his son's novel's stats, including the number of readers and reviews.

Surprisingly, it received overwhelmingly positive reviews.

The only few negative reviews are that Qiao Yu updates too slowly?

Qiao Jingjing raised her head and glared at him angrily:

"You told me last time that you made over a million? You made so much money and you kept it from me. You have a terrible conscience."

Qiao Yu scoffed, "Why would I tell you? I'd give you the chance to shamelessly beg for money."

Qiao Jingjing was furious and kicked her younger brother.

Qiao Yu held his sister's feet.

With a single move, he swept her down onto the sand.

Qiao Jingjing cried, "Dad, look at him, beat him to death!"

The old man ignored his daughter and handed the phone back to his son expressionlessly.

He walked away expressionlessly, his departing figure utterly forlorn.

My son has finally become successful, that's wonderful.

My parenting methods were definitely wrong...

Qiao Yu didn't react immediately and asked blankly, "What's wrong with Dad?"

Dad's sweet little daughter pouted and said, "That hurts, son."

Qiao Yu immediately said, "Mom, she's taking advantage of you."

Qiao's mother gently patted her daughter's head.

When Qiao Yu returned to his room, he was surprised to find the old man still sitting at his desk and chair.

Before he could speak, the old man spoke first:

“I had something left to say earlier, come here.”

Qiao Yu stood to the side.

The old man hesitated for a long time: "Is the online literature industry really that lucrative?"

He is a literature professor who also enjoys writing in his spare time.

Of course, he writes high-end literature.

I did make money, but nothing was as terrifying as my son.

"Dad, the online literature market is booming lately. Although it's somewhat saturated, this is precisely the time for breakthroughs and innovation..."

The old man said irritably, "Do you need to teach me?"

Qiao Yu said, "The rapid development of the online literature industry is inevitable because its market is too huge..."

"Enough with the nonsense," the old man scolded.

"Dad, look at my comment."

Qiao Yu ignored his father's words, took out his phone and showed it to his father, "These unanimous positive reviews are enough to explain the situation."

The old man looked at his phone: "Biyao, Lu Xueqi? They're discussing the plot of your novel?"

"That's right. There are too many mindless, feel-good novels in the online literature world now, so creating an online novel that is both enjoyable and profound will be more popular with readers."

"That's the truth."

The old man nodded.

The father and son chatted for a while, and he said:

So you're planning to hire an internet company?

"Internet companies, entertainment companies, anything is fine," Qiao Yu said.

"If you can make a lot of money writing novels, why bother looking for a job?"