Chapter 144 Wen Leyu: I want to earn proofreading fees
“How many days have you been practicing blindly?”
Wen Qingsheng took aim at Wen Guohua.
Wen Guohua immediately said: "Dad, Li Ye is being humble. I went to Qu University today and saw the interrogation materials with my own eyes.
A dozen people with broken ribs were all It was said that he was stabbed by a tall and thin young man with a wooden stick."
Li Ye was sweating profusely, and Wen Guohua had first-hand information about his emotions.
Wen Qingsheng smiled at Li Ye, and then asked: "Tell me, how did you act bravely for justice?"
Be brave for justice?
Don’t count! It was Wang Jianqiang who shouted
Li Ye was stunned for a few tenths of a second and suddenly understood.
He decided to ask Teacher Ke for help last night, but he was actually a little worried. After all, he had knocked over more than a dozen people with a wooden stick, and he knew by the feel of his hand that the matter was not trivial.
Since Hengsan can sell parallel imported foreign garbage, he must have some skills. If he follows the clues and leads to Beijing University, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Although Beijing University definitely protects its students, a student hurts someone in the street.
It would be terrible if the school gave Li Ye a warning or something.
But Wen Qingsheng’s words of “act bravely” solved all the problems.
Li Ye glanced at Wen Leyu and saw Xiao Nizi tilting her mouth in the direction of Teacher Ke with a proud look in her eyes.
Li Ye understood that this was Teacher Ke’s idea.
In other words, this was Wen Leyu’s idea.
Maybe when talking to Wen Leyu in the cafeteria this morning, Xiao Nizi made a series of plans.
Looking to my brother Wen Guohua can certainly solve the problem, but looking to my mother is not better.
Li Ye smiled apologetically at Teacher Ke and said, "I happened to meet him by chance. I didn't expect it would be so troublesome."
"It's not troublesome," Wen Qingsheng said, "If I met it, it would be so troublesome." This is a situation... eh"
Before Wen Qingsheng finished speaking, Teacher Ke picked up the wine bottle and filled it up for him.
“Come, eat food and drink.”
Wen Qingsheng can’t help it. He is now on the same level as Teacher Ke. Although Teacher Ke returned to Beijing later than him, his work is Uncle Peng arranged it himself, and after that, there were signs of hens crowing.
Alas~
The family started to eat food and drink, and after the atmosphere slowly became harmonious, Teacher Ke spoke.
"Xiao Ye, you are still a student now. You should focus on your studies and don't indulge in other things. You are lucky this time. What about next time?"
"I understand, Teacher Ke. , I will pay attention to it in the future.”
Although Teacher Ke’s words were neither serious nor serious, Li Ye felt heavy pressure.
This is dissatisfying to him.
Men have a natural admiration for the value of force, but women have different ideas. Almost all mothers-in-law in the world hope that their sons-in-law will be safe and sound, and not cause trouble or drink.
That is to say, Teacher Ke has a kind face. If she looked more serious, Li Ye felt that for a moment, she would look like the mother-in-law in "The World".
But fortunately, Wen Leyu followed her father a little bit.
When Wen Guohua talked about Li Ye knocking down more than a dozen people with a wooden gun, the light in Xiao Nizi's eyes shone like the stars in the sky.
In this era, the men girls like most are not rich men, but "heroes".
It’s the kind in the movie where you wave your arms and say, “Come on me.”
Military personnel hold a very important weight in the minds of young people in this era. Otherwise, how could military trousers, military caps, and military satchels be so popular in the 1970s and 1980s?
Wen Leyu grew up with Teacher Ke, but she also admired her father very much. In her eyes, Li Ye now seems to have the shadow of a smaller version of Wen Qingsheng.
Until the end of the dinner, Teacher Ke and Wen Qingsheng did not ask Li Ye any questions, as if the Pengcheng Clothing Factory No. 7 did not exist.
But when Wen Qingsheng sent Li Ye and Wen Leyu back to school, he asked Li Ye casually.
"You are studying economics. What do you think is the situation in Xiushui Street now?"
Li Ye said without much thought: "Xiushui Street is a mess now, but it should be better in the future. Let it be managed!
After all, a spontaneous market has been formed, which proves the existence of demand. It may become more and more prosperous in the future. If it can be managed, it will not only establish order but also increase tax revenue. ”
“Taxation?” Wen Guohua said with a smile: “Today’s taxation is not easy to do, many people are criticizing it!”
Before the 1990s, tax collection was not a good job. Tax collectors carried shoulder bags and tax stamps in their hands and walked around the streets to carry out tax work.
Li Ye knew one thing.
There was a head of the Grain Bureau who was transferred to the head of taxation. How angry! The result came within a few years.
“It is indeed difficult to do a job that requires money,” Li Ye smiled and said that he knew, but he still said: “That Pengcheng Clothing Factory No. 7 will pay taxes according to regulations. This is their duty."
Wen Guohua said nothing, glanced at Li Ye, smiled, and sent the two of them to school.
When they arrived at school, Li Ye wanted to send Wen Leyu back to his dormitory, but Xiao Nizi wanted to go for a walk by Weiming Lake.
While walking, Xiao Nizi asked: "I heard Li Dayong say that you can use Huaqiang?"
Li Ye said honestly: "I only practice Huaqiang. A few days later, my grandfather practiced a lot when he was young, and later he also switched to practicing needlework."
Xiao Nizi is a little pity Said: "Why don't you practice anymore? I'm reading your new novel. That Li Tianlang also uses a spear. In your words, he is so handsome."
Li Ye smiled and said, "I can also use a spear." It’s a trick, but it doesn’t learn the essence. It looks fake. But if I show it to you, you won’t be able to tell.”
Wen Leyu rolled his eyes at Li Ye, curled his lips and said, "You didn't even let me proofread the novel this time."
Okay! After going around for a long time, Xiaonizi still wanted to earn Li Ye’s proofreading fee!
Li Ye took Wen Leyu's hand and said: "I was just asking for directions in that book. I plan to write a big book later, and I will need your help then. It will be a big help."< br>
Wen Leyu's eyes lit up, and his little head nodded continuously: "It's a deal, no regrets!"
Who would regret it?
. . . . . .
Hong Kong Island, Western District. Pei Wencong drove his twelve-year-old Toyota and parked it under an old business building.
He arranged his suit and looked at his leather shoes to make sure there was no trace of dust before opening the car door and getting out of the car, stepping into the door of the business building.
“Good morning, President Pei.”
"Good morning, good morning."
"Hello, Boss Pei."
"Hello, hello."
After greeting acquaintances all the way, Pei Wencong finally got to the third level. Building, walked into a small company - Talang Literature Publishing House.
Pei Wencong is not a worker, he is the boss, editor-in-chief and financial director of Talang Literary Society
In short, except for being a clerk and an editor and reporter, Pei Wencong has to hold all other positions.
So Pei Wencong felt that as a boss, he was worse than the two migrant workers in the company.
At least I don’t have to worry about the workers’ wages, the landlord’s rent, and the future of the publishing house every month.
Talang Publishing House currently only has one semi-monthly magazine that is barely profitable, but it can hardly support the normal expenses of the publishing house.
The reason why Pei Wencong stays so glamorous every day is because he doesn't want his employees and landlord to see his embarrassment.
Being a boss is really difficult. Even if your underwear is worn out, your suit must be crisp and you must have a smile on your face.
"Boss, the fat guy came here just now to collect the rent again. This time he wants us to pay all the rent arrears for the first three months at once."
Pei Wencong just sat down, clerk Amin It gave him the news he least expected to hear.
Pei Wencong said calmly: "Then have you told him that we will receive a publishing fee next month?"
Amin looked at Pei Wencong, lowered his head and took out a A piece of paper was handed to Pei Wencong.
"Boss, I will stop working after this month. You know the situation at home. Apo has no job, and his children still need my salary to support them."
Pei Wencong was stunned for a moment before taking it. Amin's resignation letter.
He was silent for a few more seconds before saying: "Don't worry, I will pay you your salary on time."
"Thank you, boss."
Amin said Pei Wencong bowed to express his thanks and then returned to his seat.
In fact, she was unwilling to leave this publishing house. After all, even if Pei Wencong had no more money, he would not be less than the salary of the two workers.
Ke Talang Literature Publishing House was about to be unable to survive, so she had no choice but to look elsewhere.
It’s hard to find a job now, and I don’t know if the next boss will be so kind.
At half past nine, another employee of the publishing house, A Qiang, came in. He was half an hour late and didn’t care at all. He threw a parcel to Pei Wencong and started drawing at his work station. comics.
He is a comic book fan, and always dreams of becoming a great cartoonist one day, and then saving this literary publishing house, and letting Pei Wencong, a boss who is kind to him, become his subordinate.
Pei Wencong frowned when he saw the label on the parcel.
This is a long-distance mail package sent from the north inland.
Last year, at the request of readers, Pei Wencong launched a trip north to find relatives. After going through many links, he finally established contact with the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the island city.
But after many years, finding a relative is not that easy. In the end, this activity had little profit, so it was abandoned halfway.
“Don’t ask us to buy him any books again.”
Pei Wencong talked to himself a little upset while opening the mail package.
Although the family search activity has been interrupted, the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the northern island city is very enthusiastic and often asks Pei Wencong to buy some of the latest editions of books.
But the other party has no foreign exchange and exchanges according to the quoted price. Hong Kong dollars, isn’t it a loss to people?
Pei Wencong was stunned when he opened the parcel.
Because it turned out to be a manuscript.
[Brother Pei, this is the work of our outstanding young writer. I hope you can tell me if it can be published. 】
“Are you kidding? Are you going to publish your works on Hong Kong Island?”
Pei Wencong laughed angrily.
The atmosphere on both sides is fundamentally different. Martial arts novels from Hong Kong Island are very popular in the north, but most of the novels from the north are not adapted to the local environment in Hong Kong Island.
Pei Wencong threw the manuscript directly to Aqiang and said: "Qiang, take a look at this manuscript, then write a reading review and send it back to the north."
Aqiang, who was drawing a villain, said unhappily: "I can't understand simplified Chinese characters. Please ask Amin to check it."
Pei Wencong said angrily: "Amin, Amin, Amin, Amin." He’s about to resign, you want to resign too?”
“.”
A Qiang’s chest heaved with anger, and in the end he could only swallow his anger.
Amin has some kind of diploma. He, Aqiang, dropped out of junior high school. Where can he earn a living after leaving this publishing house? Be a dwarf mule again?
One morning, Pei Wencong answered more than a dozen calls. Either the author was asking for money, or the printing company was asking for printing money. His head was almost broken.
When it was time to eat at noon, he saw Aqiang still sitting motionless at his work station, and he suddenly became angry.
"Qiang Zai, if you don't go get the lunch box, are you going to make us hungry together?"
"Hey, Qiang Zai?"
Pei Wencong walked over, He patted Aqiang on the shoulder and woke him up.
"Are you asleep?"
"No,"
Aqiang suddenly raised his head and said with red eyes: "Boss, I think we might not have to eat lunch boxes in the future."
Thanks to the book friend "Brother Ye Tian" for the reward.
(End of this chapter)