"At least a few billion, right?"
"A few billion?" He Yimeng said angrily, "That's just your annual earnings from electronic copyrights! All the film and game copyrights combined are at least 180 billion... I'm talking about USD! At that time, weren't you just a struggling online writer typing away at your computer, key by key? You became a world-famous director, directing and starring in the highest-grossing film series in global history, and the creator of the 'Sword and Magic' universe! You are the richest writer in the world!! You're the eternal god in the hearts of your book fans!!!"
"..."
He Yimeng talked like a motivational speaker for a long time, staring at the screen without making a sound, and then cautiously asked, "Didn't hit the spot?"
"I'm full."
Li Peifeng smiled and said, "Thanks for the dream, but I prefer dumplings during Spring Festival."
