"Wow, a rich big shot has emerged!!"
"Big shot, you're amazing! Need a leg accessory?"
"Someone actually tipped two hundred thousand RMB in one go. I'm jealous."
"What's to be jealous about? Isn't Master Zack's book worth that much? I just don't have the money. If I did, I'd tip too."
"If you don't have money, why are you even talking? I'm not as rich as this big shot, but I really love this book. We can't lag. I'll tip ten thousand RMB."
"Jealousy is making me fall apart. Tipping ten thousand is already very impressive, okay!"
"..."
The book hadn't entered the paid section at midnight yet, but a flood of tips had already arrived.
Some people tipped tens, some hundreds. Those who obviously had some spare cash in real life tipped thousands or even tens of thousands.
In this kind of atmosphere, people were easily swayed to follow the trend.
Finally, Zack calculated that after that truly wealthy big shot's tip, his book had received almost three hundred thousand RMB in tips before it went on sale.
Just this tip amount alone was already close to the first-day sales record of theTengfei Novel Website.
If he added the inevitable surge in subscriptions afterward, it was estimated to blow the site's first-day record out of the water.
Although after the split, Zack would only get fifteen thousand from it, it was already a significant amount for him, who was desperately short of capital.
After thinking for a moment, he replied in the book reviews, "Thank you, big shot, for the tip!"
"Wow, the big shot is so awesome, they even brought out Master Zack."
"Master, it's time for you to write. Stop reading the reviews."
"No way, haven't you heard of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs? Let Master rest well so he can be like a donkey in the production team. Maidens, come and rub Master's shoulders and back."
"Master, Master, you finally came out. Is there a book club? I want to join."
"Stop calling him Master. Looking at this delicate writing style, I think it was written by a girl. Maybe she's a young lady. Usually, only girls use such pen names, right?"
"I also think that looking at this old and spicy writing style, with the plot twisting and turning, it doesn't seem like a new author at all. Master, tell us what books you've written before. Is it for the female audience? Even if it flops, we'll go support it."
"Master, give the young man more screen time in the next plot. I like him the most."
"Bottle and Evil reign forever! The male and female leads must be them!"
"..."
Zack usually just locked himself away to write and hadn't posted a single word in the book review section, or even interacted with readers in the book.
This made him appear quite aloof and mysterious. With his first appearance in the book review section, it immediately caused a sensation and a continuous flood of tips.
In just a few minutes, he found that he had received tens of thousands more in tips.
Touching his nose, Zack suddenly understood how terrifying the fan economy could be.
He wasn't even the kind of idol who created a persona, yet he still received such crazy support.
If it were those idols, the economic benefits they brought would be even greater. It's no wonder why capital loves to bring these influencers into their film and television works.
After saying something in the book review section, Zack continued to lurk.
He wasn't interested in setting up a book club or anything like that. He wasn't into the whole idol star thing, so there was no need for him to create a persona.
Moreover, literary works are different from influencers. Everything still needs to speak through the work itself.
If the work is good, people will support it. If it's not, these followers will soon dissipate.
Of course, the main thing was that Zack didn't plan to continue developing in the online literature world. After finishing this book, he would probably retire from writing.
The operation of this book was one thing, but he would definitely not write again. It was really exhausting.
If this "Notes of Tomb Raiding" was operated well, it would be enough for Zack to live on for a lifetime.
But he had a Life Reset Simulator, so he naturally wouldn't hang himself on one tree.
With this mindset, Zack waited quietly.
At midnight, he released fifty thousand words of draft at once.
When chatting with his editor before, the editor joked those other authors on the site had already started complaining.
They complained about Zack's crazy internal competition.
"You update thirty thousand words a day, and when we write less, readers constantly urge us, forcing us to grit our teeth and write more."
Zack could only apologize silently. It wasn't that he was internally competing, but that he only had a month and desperately needed capital.
Anyway, he would disappear from the industry after a month, and the whole industry would calm down.
Although Zack had already anticipated that this book would make money, and a lot of money, just from the tips,
it was still his first battle, and he was somewhat nervous.
He kept refreshing the backend webpage and watching the number of people grow.
Even at midnight, his subscription count was still rising rapidly.
An hour later, when Zack saw that the subscription count had reached twenty thousand, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's settled!
Even if the numbers stayed the same, it would already be considered a very successful novel.
Moreover, this was just an hour's worth of data. It would definitely be more after twenty-four hours.
Zack conservatively estimated that it could grow another five times.
Add to his writing speed, he would definitely earn a satisfactory amount of capital after a month.
Zack, whose mind was now relaxed, felt sleepy.
Although he had been working hard for the past half-month, he never allowed himself to stay up late, for the sake of his health.
After setting the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, Zack went straight to bed and stopped paying attention to everything else.
...
The next day, Zack completely ignored the backend data and didn't read the comments, continuing to work in isolation.
When it was midnight, after a full twenty-four hours had passed, Waite, who hadn't slept and had been staring at the backend data, sent him a message.
"Wow, Master Zack, it's exploded! The first-day sales figures are out!"
"...Including tips, the sales amount is over eight hundred thousand RMB!!!"
Zack sent a long string of exclamation marks, followed by a dynamic image of kneeling in admiration.
Having finished his day's work, Zack stretched his arms and casually opened the backend to take a look.
His total backend amount was around five hundred thousand RMB.
Although the sales amount was eight hundred thousand, this amount needed to be split. The five hundred thousand RMB belonging to Zack was solidly his money.
Five hundred thousand a day. If he could maintain that for a year, it would be almost two hundred million.
Of course, Zack knew he couldn't earn that much. Firstly, the book couldn't be that long. The first-day data was probably the best it would get.
As time went on, this daily sales amount would decline until it stabilized.
But if you factored in future potential IP development, Zack felt that this book could still bring him hundreds of millions of incomes, but that would require a long time to incubate the IP.
Excited? Of course, he was.
Zack was just a student about to enter his fourth year of university. He had never seen so much money before, which made him wave his hand forcefully.
But at the same time, he was very calm, feeling that this achievement was deserved.
"What was the previous site record?"
Zack typed and asked.
"The previous highest record was less than two hundred thousand. Master Zack, your record has surpassed it by four times! I estimate that no one will be able to break this record for the next few years!"
Although he couldn't see Waite in person, Zack guessed that he was probably shouting out loud at this moment.
After all, his sales amount was also Waite's business amount.
Although online literature was now mature, it hadn't yet reached its peak.
But even so, this achievement, as Zack said, would be hard to surpass in the next few years.
It was a result of the right time, theright place, and theright people.
The novelty of the tomb-raiding theme, Zack's exceptional writing skills, and his insane dedication to crafting words were what led to such achievements.
Unless the market experienced substantial growth, it was nearly impossible for anyone to replicate his success.
"Hey, Master Zack, wasn't there a wealthy fan who tipped you two hundred thousand? She asked me for your WeChat, and I just gave it to her," said Zack abruptly, cautious of offending Zack.
Zack's brows furrowed instantly, a hint of displeasure welling up inside him.
"For crying out loud, I'm not a female streamer on a show, I don't need any big brother supporting me, alright? How could you just give my WeChat to someone like that?"
However, upon seeing the word 'she,' Zack seemed a bit less upset.
"A girl?"
He sent a message inquiring.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。