Chapter 917: Motorhome Planning

Readers probably can't imagine how much more comfortable Li Luo's current life is compared to the protagonist in I Am Really Not a Star.

After all, although the main plot of I Am Really Not a Star has progressed significantly, the romantic storyline has continually dragged on with three female leads.

Recently, he did make physical progress with his childhood friend, but there was no follow-up soon after.

Under Li Luo's deliberate control, the romantic development in I Am Really Not a Star will likely require much more time to unfold.

Whether it's Li Luo as the author or the readers of the novel, everyone has grown accustomed to this pace.

No one really criticizes him; instead, they're still guessing how many ten thousand words the book will reach.

After reading the comment section feedback for I Am Really Not a Star, Li Luo went to check the comments under the new song video released jointly with the Communist Youth League.

These two new songs were clearly intentional, designed to celebrate this year's Youth Day.

The Communist Youth League's resources were secured through Yuan Wanqing's connections.

Added to that, Li Luo already had several hit songs of similar theme and style, so the Communist Youth League readily agreed.

Of course, although it's called two songs, it can also be considered three new songs.

Li Luo sang one song, "You Are Here," while Yan Zhusheng released the original version of "Red Actor" the day before Youth Day, then released the new version today.

This perfectly captured the flavor of old giving way to new.

Among them, one long comment received extremely high likes.

【Yesterday, Zhusheng released the original lyrics, and in the chorus's climax, seen from the opera singer's perspective, it evoked a profound sense of national collapse and family ruin.】

【If the nation is personified, isn't the opera singer also our country back then?】

【"Though lowly, I dare not forget the nation's worries." "She sings with blood as her harmony."】

【Isn't this exactly the true portrayal of the entire nation at its moment of life-or-death crisis?】

【At the final line, "The curtain rises, the curtain falls—who is the guest?" it seems to be asking the audience below.】

【In truth, it's questioning one's own heart: back then, when our national strength was weak, we had to yield everywhere, bide our time, endure humiliation and resentment.】

【But now, everything is completely different.】

【The flourishing era is as you wished; all things thrive in spring, you are still young, never forget your path, never betray your lofty ambitions—our Huaxia, our eternal legacy, continues its new chapter!】

【Such bold lyrics instantly dispelled the gloom of the original, truly exhilarating!】

After reading this long comment, Li Luo quietly liked it, then opened his author assistant and glanced at the backend data.

I Am Really Not a Star still has an average subscription of just over seventy thousand.

Night Watch of Great Qian, after finishing over a month ago, rose to over one hundred thirty thousand average subscriptions.

The End of the Sequence had already surpassed one hundred thousand average subscriptions by the end of last month and remains just over that mark, with its growth rate slightly slowing.

Qidian's homepage has long displayed banners celebrating this, but Li Luo doesn't care much.

After already receiving this honor once, getting it again holds little feeling for him.

Now that his career is successful and his family is happy, he has no other ambitions—he simply wants to enjoy life well.

"In a few days, the board should reach a decision," Ying Zhicheng suddenly remembered something and said to Li Luo, "if they approve the vote, you'll need to go there in person for a meeting and sign the equity transfer agreement."

Li Luo nodded understandingly, indicating it was no problem.

Ying Zhicheng must have been thinking about this for a long time.

After all, without securing one-third of the board's equity, he can't gain veto power, and his position wouldn't feel secure.

Thanks to Li Luo's hit TV drama, no one in the company dares to move him now, but gaining veto power would still bring greater peace of mind.

Without Li Luo, he would have been ousted by the board long ago.

While Li Luo was playing cards and chatting about work matters, at the mahjong table, Xu Youyu had already pulled out her phone to show her mother the motorhome design.

"You child, spending money so recklessly," Cui Suling glanced over and scolded when she heard Xu Youyu wanted to buy a custom motorhome, "how expensive can a motorhome be?"

"It's not me buying it—Li Luo insisted on buying it for me, what can I do?" Xu Youyu blinked innocently, though her lips couldn't help curling up, "why don't you go talk to him?"

Cui Suling glared at her at once: "That's just because Li Luo spoils you too much—look at you, once you get this motorhome, you'll treasure it for a few months, then let it gather dust."

"We'll see about that later—it's not that expensive anyway, just three or four hundred thousand." Xu Youyu counted on her fingers, "about three or four months' royalty."

"You're customizing a motorhome? You Youyu, show me!" Lin Xiuhong, overhearing the mother-daughter bickering, interjected, "how's the design?"

"Hehe, look, Lin Yi," Xu Youyu leaned over, zoomed in on the images on her phone, and shared excitedly, "we've incorporated some of the latest features developed in the motorhome field—they're amazing."

"Let me show you—this one you need to watch a video to understand, like this."

"Look at this motorhome—once parked at a campsite, it can expand outward and even extend upward to a second floor."

"Originally, I thought I'd have to sacrifice kitchen space to get a big, comfortable bed."

"But with this expandable structure, none of those concerns remain."

"So I redesigned the entire motorhome layout: I placed the bathroom at the rear, with a toilet on the left and shower on the right, fully separating dry and wet areas—when needed, the doors can close to form a private, spacious space."

"The large central area is designed as the kitchen and dining space: on the left by the window is the countertop, with refrigerator and cabinets."

"On the right is the dining table and foldable chairs."

"Further forward is the living room, which doubles as my and Li Luo's office for writing—above it is the overhead bed."

"When we arrive at a campsite, we first open the lateral expansion to enlarge the living and dining area, making the entire motorhome much more spacious."

"Before sleeping, we open the longitudinal expansion: a second-floor space rises above the roof, perfectly serving as our sleeping area—far more spacious than the old-style bed."

Xu Youyu enthusiastically shared her masterpiece with Lin Xiuhong and others, already anticipating the summer trip.

Lin Xiuhong was also quite interested; hearing how well it was described, she recalled her previous pleasant memory of traveling with the kids in a motorhome, and turned to Li Luo: "You're going on a summer trip—how about we join you?"

Li Luo heard this, thought for a moment, then glanced at Xu Youyu, then at Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng.

He still preferred to travel alone with the three girls in the motorhome.

But if his parents wanted to come along, he wouldn't refuse.

So he turned to Li Guohong and the others: "Are you coming too?"

"You guys go—I won't tag along," Li Guohong waved his hand, "the motorhome's too cramped—I can't stand being stuck inside a car all day."

Where's Uncle Xu?

Xu Rongsheng said nothing, only shook his head.

Clearly, he wasn't very interested in this matter.

There was no need to ask about Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing—Yuan Wanqing still had to take care of her pregnancy and had no time for such exhausting activities.

So in the end, only Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling remained.

Li Luo thought for a moment, then said outright: "Mom, don't go through all this trouble. This trip will probably last a long time—I'm worried it'll tire you out."

"How about this? Aunt Yuan's going to Qiongzhou City to rest during her pregnancy, right?"

"When summer vacation comes, you two can go over there too, and just travel around a bit while you're at it."

"Xixi and I will drive the Motorhome from here, with Qiongzhou City as our final destination. We'll meet up there and then have fun together."

Hearing this, Lin Xiuhong glanced at her three daughters-in-law and immediately understood—she laughed and said, "Fine, we'll do it your way."

Cui Suling didn't mind at all—as long as she was with her good friend.

Not traveling with Xu Youyu would also spare her some stress; otherwise, she'd inevitably quarrel with her own daughter on the trip and ruin her good mood.

Once the plan was settled, Li Luo called Butler Liu up and asked him about the condition of the villa they'd once stayed in at Qiongzhou City.

Hearing this, Butler Liu replied softly beside him: "That villa, I hear, has already been sold to someone else."

"Huh?" Li Luo paused, momentarily confused. "Sold?"

"That's right," Butler Liu nodded. "The previous owner had some cash flow issues in real estate, so he sold off part of his assets—including that villa in Qiongzhou City."

"Then—"

"I can help you get in touch," Butler Liu said. "For such asset transactions, buyers rarely care about the actual utility of the property—they mostly value its investment potential."

"Often, after buying, they hand it over to their own companies for management."

"If you need it, you can negotiate and secure temporary usage rights without much trouble."

After hearing this, Li Luo nodded slightly, then asked curiously: "How much did that villa sell for originally?"

"Probably forty to fifty million," Butler Liu said. "You know, Qiongzhou City is a tourist destination, and that villa was right by the sea—this price was quite reasonable."

"Including that small beach?" Li Luo raised an eyebrow.

"No, not the beach," Butler Liu, who had served as a butler there for years, knew these things well. "Beaches can only be leased or contracted—you can't buy them outright. But if you pay the long-term lease fee, it's practically the same as owning it, as long as you remember to pay annually."

"Oh." Li Luo nodded in understanding.

Seeing this, Butler Liu asked curiously: "Do you have any intention of buying it?"

"Not right now," Li Luo shook his head. He thought that even if he wanted to buy, he wouldn't be foolish enough to pay full price now.

In another two or three years, property prices will still drop further.

If the villa really drops in price by then, Li Luo wouldn't mind snapping it up.

After all, he'd left many good memories there.

Especially now that he wasn't short of money—if he kept living this quiet life, he'd never even finish spending it.

After roughly finalizing the summer itinerary, the mahjong game went on until ten p. m., when Yuan Wanqing said she needed to go home and rest.

Even though she wasn't visibly pregnant yet, her daily movements were no different from normal—but she still needed to maintain good sleep habits.

Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling fully understood, stood up, and went downstairs with Yuan Wanqing.

The fathers followed along too. Li Luo saw them off all the way to the underground parking lot on B1, then returned to the second-floor study, planning to write a few more words before bed.

At this moment, Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng had both gone to their rooms to shower. Xu Youyu walked into the study alone, humming a tune, opened the cat door, sat on the chair, and started petting the cats.

She held a cat treat in her hand, teasing the four kittens without opening it—she tapped it against their faces, grinning: "Do you like Mommy's big cat treat? Say you like it, huh? Do you like it?"

Li Luo listened to her teasing the four kittens with all that nonsense, and couldn't help but stare blankly.

Since "Gu Dao Changqing" ended, Xu Youyu had settled into a comfortable life.

Her favorite thing to do every day was to wander into Li Luo's study while he was writing, pet the cats, hum songs, then sit in front of the computer, play games, and binge-watch shows.

Fortunately, Li Luo had the Memory Palace—he didn't find writing all that painful, and over these years, he'd long grown accustomed to it.

After feeding the cats and petting them, Xu Youyu opened her computer—but didn't launch any games or shows. Instead, she opened the new novel outline she'd been working on for a while.

Li Luo had been deeply focused on writing when he suddenly noticed Xu Youyu typing beside him—not in gaming posture—and glanced over in confusion.

He chuckled: "What? Didn't we agree you'd take a six-month break? Why are you already preparing a new book?"

Xu Youyu snorted, rolling her eyes at him: "Can't I just be bored?"

"I'm just setting up the worldbuilding—doesn't mean I'm writing it right away."

"Right, right." Li Luo chuckled, but he understood Xu Youyu's mindset perfectly.

Online Novel writers are like this.

When writing a book's later stages, it's like squeezing toothpaste—struggling for hours to produce nothing, swearing that once it's done, they'll rest properly.

But once it's truly finished, they feel reluctant—even if they're relieved at first, after one or two months of rest, they get itchy again, staring at the writing software with unbearable cravings.

Clearly, Xu Youyu was itching.