Please, Let Me Spend All These Quintillions Before I Start a Rebellion

"Dad, are you dad?" A childish and pitiful voice came from the phone. The man frowned and said, "Kid, I'm not your father. Did you call the wrong number?" "No, you are dad. Mom gave me the phone number." For a moment, the man's pupils shrank and he asked nervously: "Who is your mother?" "My mother is Lin Chiling. Dad, please come back quickly. My mother was captured by the bad guys. My aunt didn't give me food and beat me. I was almost beaten to death by her. Dad, my aunt wants to sell me. I secretly heard her say that she wanted to sell me to an author named Chuhe. She also said that it only costs 998. Dad, I'm scared!" "What? Ahhh!" The man roared. He never expected that his daughter would be treated in such an inhumane manner. At such a young age, I actually had to write an article, and I was only given 9 yuan. The next moment, the man's eyes were red, his iron fists were clenched, and he roared: "Baby, don't be afraid, dad will be here soon. You hold your ground first and deal with Hoe He. If he asks you to write together, it's fine. Dad will help you write together. By the way, what kind of articles does he write?" "He writes Feilu Feng. As long as it starts well, is innovative, fast-paced, and satisfying, you can get an unexpected price!" "Very good, hoeing, right? I've heard of this guy. He's serious, responsible, and capable. If you follow him, you have a bright future! Honey, don't miss this opportunity." "Ah? Then dad, I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to code. I must catch it..."