Chapter 171 won an award at this film festival for the first time.

The next morning, Li Fengju took the clothes that Wang Ying bought for Huanhuan and went to find Wang Hui.

Li Fengju was irritated by Wang Hui last time and was actually reluctant to come, but she came anyway as she wanted to deliver a message to Wang Ying and give Huanhuan new clothes.

Wang Hui was unhappy when she saw Li Fengju, but she smiled a little when she saw her mother holding something in her hands.

"Mom is here."

"Well, how is Qiaoling these days?" Li Fengju asked casually.

"It's still the same, neither good nor bad."

After entering the main hall, Huanhuan came out of her room and shouted happily, "Grandma!"

When she saw Huanhuan, the smile on Li Fengju's face became more genuine.

"Huanhuan, come here. This is a gift your aunt brought you." Li Fengju said as she was about to hand the package to Huanhuan, but Wang Hui snatched it away first.

Huanhuan looked at Wang Hui eagerly.

Wang Hui opened the package and saw two dresses inside, one aqua blue and one pink, both very new styles.

"Tsk, I brought two skirts for the child when I went to Beijing. They are so tight." Wang Hui handed the skirt to Huanhuan, and Huanhuan happily ran back to her room to try on the new skirt.

"What else do you want her to bring, considering the relationship between you two sisters." Li Fengju said unhappily.

"Mom, are you here to quarrel with me again?" Wang Hui became anxious again.

"Who wants to quarrel with you? Do you think I enjoy quarreling with you? You make me angry all year round! I'm here to give Huanhuan a skirt, and also to bring you a message. You're the classmate of yours, what's her name? Oh, Zhang Xiumin, and I want you to write back to her!" Li Fengju said.

"Zhang Xiumin? Why did she ask you to give me a message?" Wang Hui said.

"Your eldest sister met her in the capital, and she asked you to tell her a message. You two have a good relationship, so why don't you reply to her letter?" Li Fengju said.

"I'm so busy every day, how can I find time to write a letter? What else does she say?" Wang Hui thought of Zhang Xiumin, feeling a little unbalanced. How could she have been admitted to a university in Beijing? She didn't know if her eldest sister had said anything to her, but given her eldest sister's personality, she probably wouldn't say anything.

"I didn't say anything, I just asked you to reply." Li Fengju said.

Huanhuan changed her skirt by herself and skipped out of the room.

"Mom, grandma, does it look good?" Huanhuan asked excitedly.

"It's not good-looking, it's so ugly, not as good-looking as the one I bought for you." Wang Hui said.

Li Fengju glared at Wang Hui and said to Huanhuan, "It's beautiful. Your mother is just teasing you."

Wang Hui rolled her eyes and asked Li Fengju, "Your precious eldest daughter must have brought you some goodies too, right?"

"Can you please speak properly?" Li Fengju was furious. "You've offended everyone in your family. What good will it do you? You won't need us anymore in the future, right?"

"I'm just asking, why are you feeling guilty? Isn't she your precious eldest daughter?" Wang Hui refused to give in.

Li Fengju didn't want to argue with her, so she just said to Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, grandma has gone back. She'll come to see you next time."

Li Fengju left after she finished speaking, without even going to see Sun Qiaoling.

Huanhuan pinched the hem of her skirt and whispered, "Mom, can you please stop arguing with grandma?"

Wang Hui glared at her: "Why don't you tell your grandma to stop arguing with me! I put a skirt on you and you're so stubborn! I don't have enough clothes for you!"

Huanhuan had tears in her eyes and she quietly went back to her room to change her skirt.

Seeing Huanhuan like this, Wang Hui said again, "Don't pretend like this! Wear it if you want to. If you don't, it's a waste."

Huanhuan didn't understand what pretending meant, nor did she understand why her mother was unhappy no matter what she did.

Wang Hui looked at Huanhuan's pitiful appearance and said impatiently, "Alright, alright, go play!"

Huanhuan returned to the room dejectedly and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the two skirts on the bed. They were so beautiful. Yueyue must have the same skirt...

After Li Fengju and Wang Hui had another quarrel, she really didn't want to go to the Du family anymore. Whenever she wanted to see Huanhuan again, she would ask Wang Yongren to go to the Du family to pick her up.

Wang Hui was still afraid of Wang Yongren, and didn't dare to say anything every time she went to pick him up.

Old Wang and his wife are now only concerned about Huanhuan and really don't care about Wang Hui and Du Jianguo anymore.

Du Jianguo had lost contact with the young widow since Wang Hui caught him taking her out for dinner. He knew Wang Hui was essential for the family, and he was most afraid that she would run away, leaving him with nothing to explain to his father when he returned.

Wang Hui believed she had the Du family under her thumb, and the more she ordered Du Jianguo around, the more Du Jianguo pretended to obey her. But Wang Hui couldn't see through it, and she felt happy about it. She spent the money given by Du Jianguo and her father-in-law lavishly, acting like the boss of the Du family.

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After Wang Ying came back from Beijing, he was busy with the import of products into Beijing. The work went smoothly. The materials were prepared here and sent to Beijing. The approval from Beijing was obtained, and the whole process was smooth.

During this period, Zhao Chengyi only called Wang Ying once, saying that one of the materials was not sufficient and asked them to send it again. He did not let Wang Ying worry about anything else.

While Wang Ying's work went smoothly, Zhao Yunsheng's wasn't going so well. As Gu Xuan had warned Zhao Yunsheng, Director Wu was a perfectionist and very demanding of the script. Even though Zhao Yunsheng had been mentally prepared, he was still completely crushed by Director Wu.

"Yingzi, maybe I don't have any talent for writing at all. I don't understand writing at all." After being hit by Director Wu again, Zhao Yunsheng became depressed and said to Wang Ying pitifully.

"Don't be influenced by him! He will defeat you. Think about the past few years. Isn't it better now than before? Isn't it just a few more revisions? Your writing journey has been quite smooth all the way. Just consider this time as a tempering for you." Wang Ying persuaded.

In the past, Zhao Yunsheng would have immediately recovered his energy and spirit after Wang Ying's advice, but this time, Director Wu had dealt him such a severe blow that he had only recovered halfway. He nodded and said, "I'll try again..."

Two days later, the fax was sent to Beijing, but Director Wu rejected it again! Zhao Yunsheng was almost in tears!

At this time, the editor of the publishing house contacted Zhao Yunsheng and said that he wanted to publish a single volume of "Late Autumn" and then reprint "New Life".

Two pieces of good news saved Zhao Yunsheng's life...

The next day, Gu Xuan called and said that he was going abroad with his teacher and that "Late Autumn" would be shown on the international screen.

With some good news, Zhao Yunsheng finally cheered up. The repeated rejections also stimulated his fighting spirit. After being rejected twice again, he finally heard a sentence from Director Wu: It's barely usable, start writing the next one.

In mid-July, the Panda Biscuit Factory officially launched its products in Beijing. Wang Ying personally attended the initial rollout, along with Shao Pengyu, Zhou Qianjin, and Liu Chuan, a city commissioner.

This time when Wang Ying came to Beijing, he lived directly at Zhao Fengnian's house.

With Zhao Chengyi's help, Wang Ying's factory's products were successfully distributed to major department stores in Beijing. After the products were distributed, Wang Ying also did a little publicity, mainly making some posters and putting them in conspicuous places in department stores.

After distributing the goods, Wang Ying stayed in Beijing for three days. Seeing that the sales were getting better day by day, she returned to Beichong with peace of mind.

A few days after Wang Ying returned to Beichong, he received good news from Gu Xuan. Director He's "Late Autumn" won an award at the film festival. Although it was not the highest award, it was the first time that a domestic film won an award at this film festival after going abroad.

Zhao Yunsheng was still being tortured by Director Wu, and he was excited when he heard the news.

Wang Ying smiled and said, "Hurry up and ask your editor to publish the single volume of Late Autumn as soon as possible. When the news spreads to China, you can take advantage of the situation to sell the book."

"Yes, Yingzi is really smart!" Zhao Yunsheng said with a smile, "I'll go to work and call tomorrow."

The next day, Zhao Yunsheng arrived at the unit, but he didn't expect that the editor had contacted him first. The editor was well-informed and already knew that "Late Autumn" had won the award and the single volume of "Late Autumn" had been printed.

"Will you do a book signing?" the editor asked.

"No, no," Zhao Yunsheng said. "I'm scared by what happened before. I won't do any book signings anymore. I'll keep a low profile. If it really doesn't work out, you can ask the publishing office to send me some. I'll sign them directly and sell them. Just send less." This was what Wang Ying taught him before.

"That's fine. By the way, the senior staff of the Provincial Writers Association invites you to join the association. Do you want to join?" the editor asked again.

Zhao Yunsheng thought about it. Since the senior had already invited him, what else could he do? He said, "Let's join. What exactly do you want to do?"

"I'll send you the form when the time comes, and you just need to fill it out. The Writers Association may have some seminars or something like that later, and you can attend if you're interested."

Zhao Yunsheng hung up the phone, and the operator beside him said with a smile, "Great writer Zhao, are you going to publish another book?"

Zhao Yunsheng smiled and said, "Old book, old book."

"I heard you say your book is being made into a movie? What's the movie called and when will it be released?"

"It's called 'Late Autumn'. If it's released, it'll probably be at the end of the year, but I don't know the exact date."

"It's amazing! Our cultural community has produced a talented person!"

Zhao Yunsheng listened to the compliment and left in embarrassment.

A week later, Zhao Yunsheng received fifty books from the publishing house and asked him to sign them.

"Only fifty books?" Wang Ying felt it was a bit too little.

"You're not afraid of tiring me out. Fifty books is not a small number." Zhao Yunsheng said as he signed his names.

Wang Ying laughed and said, "Don't just sign your name. You can give your readers a little surprise. You can add a sentence or two, or draw a leaf, a flower, or even a panda."

Zhao Yunsheng stopped and looked at Wang Ying: "Yingzi, you really have a lot of clever ideas."

"No, no," Wang Ying said with a smile. "Anyway, if I were a reader who bought it, I would definitely be happy. When you are old and become a great writer, those special signed books will become collectibles."

"Hahaha, you're thinking too far ahead! Okay, I'll do as you say. There are only more than 50 books anyway, and I won't do more than that." Zhao Yunsheng said.

After Zhao Yunsheng finished drawing a few, he called out to his deskmate, Wang Ying, who was working at the office: "Yingzi, do you want to draw one?"

"No, if I were a reader, I wouldn't want to see paintings by a writer's wife," Wang Ying said. "That's deceptive."

Zhao Yunsheng was silent for a moment: "It seems to be true. Then I'll draw it myself."

The news of Late Autumn's award spread quickly throughout China, even appearing on television news. Zhao Yunsheng's original book also sold well, and he received a lump sum of over 10,000 yuan in royalties.

Zhao Yunsheng gave this huge sum of money to Wang Ying.

Wang Ying took the deposit slip and thought that he could go to Beijing as soon as possible to buy a courtyard house.

"How about we use this money to buy a courtyard house in Beijing?" Wang Ying said.

"Okay." Zhao Yunsheng agreed without even thinking about it.

"Okay, then I'll call my second uncle and ask him to help us look for it first." Wang Ying put the deposit slip into the drawer and kept it away.

"Well, buy one in a better location." Zhao Yunsheng said.

Wang Ying remembered this and contacted Zhao Chengyi the next day, who readily agreed. His family had no relatives in the capital, so if Wang Ying and his family moved in, they would have relatives to visit. Furthermore, Wang Ying and Zhao Yunsheng were both quite successful, so Zhao Chengyi was happy to help.

The first batch of goods distributed by the Panda Biscuit Factory in Beijing was sold out faster than Wang Ying expected. The person in charge in Beijing called Wang Ying and urged them to continue distributing the goods.

As the Panda Biscuit Factory's biscuits began to sell in Beijing, the surrounding areas also began to sell their cookies and snacks. Later, as tourists brought their products to various parts of China, more and more places actively sought out the factory, and orders continued to flow in. By the end of 1980, Wang Ying's factory had hired three more employees. Not enough to fully utilize the original non-staple food factory, they built two additional factory buildings and two warehouses.

The sauce factory also moved out of its original location completely at the end of the year. The former Beichong Non-staple Food Factory now belongs entirely to the Panda Biscuit Factory.

Throughout the second half of the year, four words frequently appeared on television: "Special Economic Zone." Every time Wang Ying saw them, she couldn't help but think of her past life, when she was one of the first to venture into the Special Economic Zone.

In this life, she has taken a different path, and she doesn’t know when she’ll have the chance to go again.

In addition to the term "special economic zone", there is another new term: "individual business owner", which is often mentioned.

Although the term "self-employed" is new, there are still very few people in Beichong who actually set up their own stalls and do business. Everyone still believes that one must have a proper job.

Every time Wang Ying goes out, whether to a department store or to a government official, he keeps an eye out for new individual businesses or vendors. Those who take the first step are capable.

The Zhao family also had a "daring pioneer" in their family. Zhao Yunfang, who had never worked a day in her life, said she wanted to be a self-employed person. She had several arguments with Dong Zhiyuan about this. Dong Zhiyuan said he did not agree with Zhao Yunfang's self-employment. The two argued so fiercely that Zhao Yunfang took Mingjie back to her parents' home.

Zhao Yunfang asked Wang Ying, "Yingzi, do you think this self-employed business can be done?"

Wang Ying said firmly: "Yes!"