After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

Chapter 70: I am a tycoon at the starting point?

Staring at the messages in the group chat, Fat Peng was a bit flabbergasted.

Golden Alliance?

Me???

Fat Peng hurriedly logged into the author's backend. thanks-for-reading-on-MVLeMpYr

He checked the reward details.

Sure enough, a minute ago, a reader with the nickname "Mr. Yang" had tipped him ten million Qidian Coins!

Converted to RMB, that's a hundred thousand bucks!

This is what every author on Qidian dreams of—the Golden Alliance!!

Holy shit!

Holy shit!!!

This freaking windfall has finally come my way!!

Overwhelmed with excitement, Fat Peng leapt from his chair, spouting a couple of classic curses!

He was a seasoned writer who had been pounding the keyboard for ten years, whose best achievement was the slightly risqué "After the Divorce, My Sister-in-Law Fell for Me" which got ten thousand subscriptions!

But the biggest tip he had ever received for that book was from a regular alliance leader!

One thousand bucks!

Therefore, Fat Peng's greatest dream was actually to one day get a Silver Alliance!

Yes, the Silver Alliance!

As for the Golden Alliance, he didn't even dare to dream of it!

For crying out loud, the Golden Alliance is worth a hundred thousand bucks, what family would tip like that!

He lived in reality, not on Kuaiyin!

In Kuaiyin, a hundred thousand bucks might mean nothing, but in real life, countless families don't have that much in savings!

So, as for some tycoon suddenly taking a liking to him, Fat Peng had no illusions.

In his eyes, it was less likely than winning a jackpot worth a hundred thousand times in a lottery!

However, now, at this very moment!

Damn it, a tycoon actually took a fancy to him!!

Golden Alliance, oh!

A hundred thousand bucks!!

Even if the website takes half, that's still fifty thousand bucks, enough to solve big problems!!

"What's wrong?"

"Why so excited?"

When Fat Peng jumped up, the chair banged against the bookshelf, making quite a noise, which brought Ma HuiJuan back after hearing it.

Still excited, Fat Peng pulled his wife into the study and then casually locked the door.

"It's not that, you..."

"Shut up, take this!!"

Golden Alliance, oh!

This damn situation calls for some fireworks to celebrate.

Five minutes later.

Fat Peng contentedly lit a cigarette.

"What the heck was that about!"

"What happened?"

Ma HuiJuan asked, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

"Some rich guy tipped me a Golden Alliance!"

Fat Peng said with a smug look on his face, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"What?"

"Golden Alliance!!!"

"Really???"

Ma HuiJuan's eyes bulged with shock, her plump face full of disbelief.

Although she wasn't in the online literature industry, having been married to Fat Peng for many years, she understood what a Golden Alliance meant.

"Could this even be fake?"

"Look at the backend data right here!"

Fat Peng's face was beaming with joy, while he thought that although his book had flopped, godfather tycoon had come through!

With this Golden Alliance, the pressure was off for writing up to a million words!

"Let me see!"

Ma HuiJuan leaned in front of the computer.

She refreshed the tipping data on the backend, and then she was stunned: "This... this is..."

"How about that, awesome, right!!"

Fat Peng nonchalantly flicked the ash off the tip of his cigarette.

He was completely on edge today, completely shedding the gloom from previous failures.

Ma HuiJuan took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing rate, and then said, "Didn't you mention one Golden Alliance?"

"How did it become two???"

"What!!"

"Two???"

Fat Peng was dumbfounded and hurried to the computer.

Sure enough, just a minute ago, that "Mr. Yang" had tipped another ten million Qidian Coins!!

Holy shit, holy shit!!

Two hundred thousand!!!

My f*cking god!!!

Overcome with excitement, Fat Peng flung the cigarette butt from his hand, then remembering he was in his study, quickly picked it up from the floor and tossed it into the ashtray.

The chat group known as "Me and My Sons" was also going crazy with message alerts.

"Youzi, that's two hundred thousand!!"

"@Youzi Slay, come out and give red packets!"

"Youzi, stop f*cking playing dead!"

"Who is this mysterious rich benefactor? Too awesome!"

"Youzi, you really struck it rich this time, earned a cool hundred thousand in one night!"

"I know where Youzi lives, anyone down for a raid??"

"Damn, I'm literally bowing down! This is opulence with no humanity!!"

"Stupid Youzi might be asleep and not know about the fortune that's been dumped on him!"

"...."

It wasn't just that author group that had exploded; several Qidian author groups had blown up as well.

Because there's a notification on the Qidian reading app whenever someone tips a Golden Alliance.

Given the huge reader base of Qidian, there's almost a Silver Alliance tip every day, but a Golden Alliance was much rarer, only occasionally appearing.

Yet in less than ten minutes, this big shot nicknamed "Mr. Yang" had made two moves in succession, tipping two Golden Alliances in one go.

It was absolutely terrifying!!

"Husband, should we celebrate again?"

Sitting in front of the computer, Ma HuiJuan wrapped her arms around Fat Peng's neck.

Fat Peng had originally planned to skip work today, but with such unimaginable riches falling into his lap, he felt an uncontrollable surge of excitement and indeed needed an outlet.

So the fireworks resumed!

Anyone who studies history knows that World War II lasted longer than World War I.

Ten minutes later.

Fat Peng collapsed into his chair, gasping heavily for air.

Due to long periods of sitting in front of the computer typing and a lack of exercise, his body was weak, making it difficult for him to engage in prolonged vigorous activity.

Today, however, Ma HuiJuan was in great spirits. It had been years since she last had such an eventful day!

Of course, that was secondary.

The primary cause was the incredible two hundred thousand tip from "Mr. Yang"!

Even though the platform took half, it solved a big problem.

For nearly two months, Fat Peng's current book was going through a publicity period with no income. Finally, when it was launched, it flopped, which meant that income for the next few months would be scarce.

Ma HuiJuan's monthly salary was just over four thousand, so without this substantial tip, the upcoming days would have been tight, eating into their savings.

Now, naturally, there was no need!

"Husband, since when did you have such a wealthy reader?"

Ma HuiJuan asked curiously, leaning against the desk.

"I don't remember this person; he must be a new reader."

Fat Peng said, curiously clicking on "Mr. Yang"'s profile. He must have been a regular reader of Qidian, with fan contributions to many books rated as 'Disciple' and above, but until now, the highest he had gone was 'Helmsman'.

In other words, he hadn't spent more than a hundred or so on any single book before.

But today, he had suddenly tipped two Golden Alliances for his book!

He then checked his own fan rankings. "Mr. Yang" was at the top with exactly twenty million in fan contributions, meaning he hadn't even subscribed to his book; otherwise, there would have been fractions in the fan contributions.

"This person didn't even subscribe and just tipped two hundred thousand!"

"The world of the wealthy is really beyond our comprehension..."

Fat Peng stroked his double chin, extremely curious about this "Mr. Yang".

Huh?

His surname is Yang??

The image of a tall figure and that "up-to-no-good" smile suddenly flashed through Fat Peng's mind.

Holy shit!

You've got to be kidding!!

Could it be him???