"How could this happen?"
He Zhuo was a bit dumbfounded.
The manuscript fees he had eagerly anticipated for a month weren't even enough to repay the high-interest loan, let alone allow him to splurge!
The gap between reality and ideal made He Zhuo's mindset crumble a bit.
"It's impossible, the performance of my book is so good, even better than the original author's performance in my original timeline—"
He Zhuo's mind was in turmoil, filled with confusion and dissatisfaction.
"The original author at least earned enough to buy a house, but I can't even repay a high-interest loan?"
It's like He Zhuo had hit a dead end, filled with complaints and resentment.
He didn't think that the original author could earn millions over several months or even a year, not in just one or two months.
As a newcomer, earning tens of thousands in the first month was already a rare achievement.
