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"Your bank card ending in 9527 has received a transfer of 74,087 yuan, and your account balance is 74,783 yuan."
December 5th.
Lin Yuan received this sum of money.
Meanwhile, he also received a message from the company's finance department: "The revenue share from your song *Life Like A Summer Flower* and your monthly salary from the composition department have been credited to your account. From now on, the song revenue share and your basic salary will be credited to your account on the 5th of each month as scheduled. If you have questions, please visit the finance department to reconcile the accounts."
Finally, the money was distributed.
Lin Yuan felt a bit happy.
The long-awaited arrival of December signified the official end of this year's rookie season.
Thanks to the company's large-scale publicity campaign in the middle of the month, *Life Like A Summer Flower* achieved more than 500,000 downloads in total, surpassing all previous rookie season champion records and indirectly proving the quality of Lin Yuan's work.
After deducting nearly 10,000 yuan in taxes, Lin Yuan was left with more than 60,000 yuan.
Adding his 10,000 yuan basic salary, his bank card balance finally exceeded 70,000 yuan.
Strictly speaking, Lin Yuan hadn't even worked for a full month yet.
Maybe this was the company's special bonus for new employees.
*If this were his previous life, songs written by rookies would rarely sell for this price—let alone earning continued revenue.*
*In the days to come,*
*as long as people kept downloading *Life Like A Summer Flower*, Lin Yuan would enjoy a steady stream of income from the song's revenue share.*
*No wonder the composition circle had a saying: "A good song can feed you for life."*
*Even if Lin Yuan couldn't write any other great works in the future, the revenue from *Life Like A Summer Flower* alone could basically cover his living expenses.*
That said, the truth remained:
*The downloads of *Life Like A Summer Flower* would inevitably decrease over time. Every piece of work eventually reaches a saturation point with its audience, so the revenue would gradually decline.*
Releasing more music was the right call.
Along with gaining prestige came financial rewards.
*Lin Yuan couldn't help but look forward to the revenue from his next song, *Big Fish.*
This song alone, with a company commission of five million, had already brought in over 600,000 yuan in revenue. Adding the download share, the returns would surely be impressive.
Now, he could finally do something he'd been wanting to accomplish since his unique journey to this world began.
Lin Yuan first called Zhao Jue to ask for a favor.
Then, he took a deep breath, revisited memories of how the original Lin Yuan communicated with his mother, and, feeling adequately prepared, called his mom—a music teacher back home.
The call quickly connected.
On the other end came a slightly weary voice: "Xiao Yuan, what's wrong? Are you running out of pocket money again? I'll transfer you some right now."
"No, not at all."
Lin Yuan hurriedly replied, "I have great news to share!"
Before Lin Yuan could finish, he heard an unfamiliar voice on the phone: "Chen Jin, the shelves on the east side are empty. Take this list to the warehouse and replenish them..."
Suddenly, the call disconnected.
But Lin Yuan could imagine how flustered his mom had been while hanging up.
Five minutes later, his mom called him back, saying softly, "The signal was bad earlier."
"Mom."
*Lin Yuan's chest tightened with emotion.* "Stop hiding it. You're definitely working a side job again."
"The school didn't have much going on today."
His mom spoke somewhat sheepishly, "You know I'm just a music teacher. Today, Ol' Huang, the math teacher, took over my class again, so I figured I might as well find something to do. Better to stay busy than idle."
"Math teachers grab your class?!" Lin Yuan said indignantly.
His mom snickered, "Oh, don't make a fuss. The language teachers grab my classes, too."
"Can your body handle this?" Lin Yuan asked, exasperated. "Did you forget last time when you worked three jobs at once and ended up hospitalized for IV drips?"
"I'm just helping out at the supermarket... Anyway, what was the good news you were talking about?" She quickly changed the subject.
Lin Yuan didn't press further and said, "I switched to the composition department, started learning how to write songs, and my song became a hit last month. I made 100,000 yuan."
"100,000? Writing songs?"
Not only did his mom fail to express joy, but she sounded completely panicked. "Don't lie to me! Tell me, did you do something wrong? Xiao Yuan, don't be scared; just tell Mom... Did you sell a kidney?!"
Her voice started to break, almost into sobs.
Lin Yuan found her reaction both funny and frustrating. "What are you even talking about? It's true—I earned the money by writing a song called *Life Like A Summer Flower.* Do you know it?"
"Kind of... I think I've heard it played at the office. You wrote that?"
"Yeah, it's mine."
"You've never been one to lie, so... it's really your song?"
"It's really mine. My alias in the composition department is Xian Yu. My senior sang the song."
"You... You..."
"If you don't believe me, I can have my company's management confirm it. Remember I signed with Starlight last year during my freshman year? You even kept my agent's phone number, Ms. Zhao's. Surely, she wouldn't lie to you."
"Alright... I believe you... But this 100,000 yuan..."
"Well, I plan to keep 20,000 or 30,000 for emergencies and transfer the rest to you. From now on, you can stop working these side jobs. I have the money; you don't need to cover my living expenses anymore!"
"Transfer it to me, transfer it!"
Her voice trembled. "Let Mom save it for you. If your illness recurs, we'll have enough money for treatment without needing to trouble relatives."
"No."
Lin Yuan replied, "*I want you to pay off the family debt. Over the years, you've borrowed a lot to cover my medical expenses, but you've never told us how much.*"
"No rush… Don't worry about the debt. As long as Mom's alive, every cent will be paid back, and that includes the interest!"
"Here's the thing."
Lin Yuan felt a lump form in his throat. "*Mom, this song will keep earning money. Also, I've officially joined the company's composition department, and my base salary is, well, about two—cough, actually 20,000 yuan per month. I'll make enough to cover my treatments. So, please tell me—how much do we actually owe?*"
"About ten-something thousand."
"Be honest."
"Around twenty thousand."
Lin Yuan hesitated. "*You've always told us kids not to lie.*"
Silence came from the other end of the phone.
A few seconds later, his mom's heavy voice broke through: "Including interest, the total debt is 528,636 yuan."
"Got it."
Lin Yuan spoke in a relaxed tone. "I'll pay off the debt this year! Stop working those side jobs—please listen to me! Just prioritize paying back the debt! Don't pay it off entirely; keep 20,000 to improve your lifestyle. I'll send more money later; I recently wrote another song. It should earn quite a bit as well."
"Haha."
His mom teased, "You're getting cocky, kid. Having one hit song is an incredible stroke of luck, but here you are dreaming of making every song a hit when you've only just begun learning how to compose."
"I'm confident."
"Fine, fine, you're confident. But about the money—I'd like to give some to your sister. And also let her know the good news. She just graduated recently, and her job isn't easy. She's been using the same phone for five years and hasn't been able to afford a new one." Her voice carried a tone of inquiry seeking Lin Yuan's agreement.
"I'll handle it."
Lin Yuan chuckled. "I'll be the one to tell her. I'll also buy her a new phone. She's taken care of me for so many years, and I want the chance to repay her a little."
"You have a point."
His mom felt a pang of guilt toward Lin Yuan's sister and younger sibling. The family's debt had forced the two girls to make countless sacrifices. "Don't forget, alright?"
"I won't."
They talked for another half hour. Lin Yuan repeatedly urged his mom not to take on any more side jobs before they reluctantly ended the call.
After the call, Lin Yuan opened his mobile banking app and transferred 73,000 yuan to his mom.
His mom's swift response surprised him; she even sent him a voice message from her contact list: "Save the rest for yourself, okay? You've got 2–3 thousand left—don't waste it!"
"Got it."
Lin Yuan replied, laughing.
*He'd said he earned 100,000 yuan to put his mom at ease; the claim of a 20,000 base salary served the same purpose.*
*He was actually left with only a little over 1,000 yuan.*
*But even 1,000 yuan was enough to get him through until next month.*
...
After receiving the money, Lin Yuan's mom, Chen Jin, still didn't feel completely reassured.
*For a woman who never gave up on treating her son's illness, the significance of 100,000 yuan went far beyond its monetary value.*
She hesitated for a while before calling Zhao Jue to inquire about Lin Yuan's situation.
Only after confirming everything did she feel somewhat relieved.
Standing in the warehouse, she stared blankly for a long moment before tears unexpectedly began to stream down her face, startling the worker next to her. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Chen Jin wiped her tears, saying, "I'm happy."
The worker chuckled. "What kind of joy makes someone cry like that?"
"Do you listen to music?"
"What?"
"You should check out the song *Life Like A Summer Flower*. It's beautiful."
"Huh?"
The worker replied, a little confused: "Oh… um… okay… sure…"