Chapter 152: Debt Collector 3 Perhaps it was her parents’ sins that were reflected in her…

Ye Zheng was very unhappy. Although she got the recognition of the editor-in-chief, she also gained the hostility of Zhou Juan.

This made her very worried. The president told her that Zhou Juan was very jealous and asked her to keep a low profile.

After all, her family situation is rather special, so it's better for her to keep a low profile outside, so as not to anger anyone and have them expose her past and make her unable to gain a foothold.

The current social environment is still relatively conservative, and there are really not many places as chaotic as Hulu Commune.

Once her colleagues knew about her parents' dirty deeds, who knows how they would look at her.

But Chief Editor Yao insisted on testing her skills...

Although she also understood that this was as it should be, but...

Oh, I'm in a dilemma.

What’s even more troublesome is that the publishing house doesn’t have staff dormitories, so we have to live in the president’s house. It’s so uncomfortable to live under someone else’s roof.

However, this is the best solution her family can provide for her at the moment, so she can't complain.

After returning to the residence, he quickly helped the president's wife cook. After the meal, he took the initiative to wash the dishes and then went to boil water for the whole family to wash their feet.

Busy about, like a maid in the old society.

The president lives behind the publishing house, two blocks away, very close.

The house is an old Western-style building left over from the Republic of China era. There are three families upstairs and downstairs. The third floor is home to the family of Director Ma of the cinema, the second floor is home to the family of Captain Sun of the transport team, and the president's family is on the first floor. They occupy the large yard downstairs and also built two small houses in the yard with asbestos tiles, one for the kitchen and the other for the warehouse.

Her room was in this warehouse. There were two chairs placed at one end and the other end, with a wooden board on top and bedding spread on them to make a bed.

Late at night, she lay in the crowded warehouse, wrapped tightly in her quilt, and sighed silently.

She didn't know whether Zhou Juan would deal with her. She hoped not. She really just wanted to do things quietly and didn't want to provoke anyone.

Ye Jun’s unit is still the best. Not only does it have dormitories, but there are also vacancies.

Unfortunately, although they were born under the same roof, they actually have different fathers and mothers, and have no blood relationship at all.

If you really want to count them, they should be considered cousins. After all, her father and Ye Jun's father are cousins, and their mothers are sworn enemies.

It's really ironic that such a family insists on raising two illegitimate daughters with other children.

God knows how she managed to survive all these years.

Just be patient, be patient, and then you can find a man to marry. At least you will have a decent place to live and won’t have to huddle in this drafty place and suffer from the cold.

The next morning, Ye Zheng got up early and made breakfast. She sat in front of the stove and finally felt a little warm.

After breakfast, I walked to the publishing house and saw Yao Zhizhi jump out of the man's back seat. I quickly greeted her, "Editor Yao, good morning. Is this your lover?"

"Yes, his last name is Qi, and he's in the art department." Yao Zhizhi gave a brief introduction, "Changxiao, this is the new college student, Ye Zheng."

"Hello, brother-in-law." Ye Zheng quickly called out.

Qi Changxiao was rarely called brother-in-law. After all, his wife was actually quite young. He glanced at the colored stripes on Ye Zheng's forehead, nodded politely, and pushed the cart to the carport.

Yao Zhizhi turned around and looked at Ye Zheng, whose cheeks were red from the cold, and asked curiously, "Did you walk over here?"

"Ah... well... I live not far away." Ye Zheng felt a little guilty. If people knew that she lived in the president's house, they would definitely suspect that she was a relative, right?

No wonder Editor-in-Chief Yao wanted to test her skills, she really looks like someone with connections.

She stepped back a little and followed behind Yao Zhizhi, looking humble and submissive.

Yao Zhizhi looked back silently and wanted to say something, but then she thought, forget it, I’m not familiar with them, so I’ll just look around first.

Zhang Sanxiang's manuscript is still not good, not even as good as Zhou Juan's.

Zhou Juan's revisions were quite interesting. Yao Zhizhi looked at Zhou Juan repeatedly, a look of doubt on her face: "Did you revise them yourself, or did Xu Wei help you polish them?"

"Why do you say that?" Zhou Juan felt a little guilty and subconsciously clenched her fists.

She really didn't understand. Yao Zhizhi didn't see her make any changes, so how could she tell?

Yao Zhizhi pointed out a few key points: "First, all those flattering passages have been deleted. The replacements are more humorous and interesting, which doesn't seem like your style. Secondly, this manuscript of yours must have been copied. There are still marks from the previous manuscript on it. The handwriting is quite strong, so I can tell that the handwriting is very different from yours. If Xu Wei really helped you polish it, I hope you will be honest. At least when it is published, both of your names should be listed, instead of you taking the manuscript and claiming it as your own. This is a pragmatic attitude. If you can't do this, then I won't use your manuscript. You can think about it slowly."

Zhou Juan was so depressed that she bit her lips and didn't say anything.

If it had been in the past, she would have gone to her mother to complain, but now, with her mother's attitude towards her, she couldn't go to her mother to act coquettishly.

I can only digest all this silently.

She took the manuscript and hesitated for a long time before asking, "If I maintain this level of performance, can you transfer me to Xiao Jiang as his assistant?"

"Sure, as long as you maintain this level from now on, it'll be fine." Yao Zhizhi didn't want to give up her hope, but still emphasized, "Only if you complete everything independently. If you have to ask Xu Wei for help every time, then I might as well just ask him to be a special writer."

"I understand." Zhou Juan took a deep breath and returned the manuscript to Yao Zhizhi. "Then let's publish both of their names. I want to give it a try."

"Okay, go ahead." Yao Zhizhi left the manuscript and couldn't help but sigh that this college student was different. Even though she was studying agronomy, the manuscript she revised was better than Zhou Juan's.

So, she must go to college. After all, academic qualifications are the first impression many people have of a person.

A junior high school graduate doesn't sound very valuable.

Yao Zhizhi called Zhang Sanxiang over and asked him what was going on.

Zhang Sanxiang lowered his head and just smiled foolishly.

Yao Zhizhi was speechless. This guy was so shameless! How on earth did he get chosen? Didn't Li Man say he had real skills?

Where is it? I can't see it.

She had no choice but to ask him to write something new, with no restrictions on the topic or genre, and to improvise and write it in front of her.

Zhang Sanxiang picked up a pen and paper, sat down silently, and after a long time of thinking, he finally wrote a rather sour poem:

Ah, spring, you are so cold.

Ah, winter, please go away.

Ah, the north wind, so cold.

Ah, sunshine, and a chill.

Yao Zhizhi was speechless. That's it? Why not go and do proofreading?

But that shouldn't be the case. So she asked, "What else can you do? You wrote literature on your resume, so what exactly did you study in college?"

"I..." Zhang Sanxiang lowered his head and didn't have the courage to speak.

Yao Zhizhi couldn't stand his hesitating and was so anxious that she simply called Zhang Datong in.

Zhang Datong closed the door and spoke for him, "Editor-in-Chief Yao, he actually doesn't like studying literature. He was always taking classes in the Foreign Languages ​​Department when he was in school. You can ask him to try translating foreign classics, but I guess there's no hope for him to write articles. He didn't dare to say it because he was afraid you would think he was not doing his job properly. Actually, I think it's okay. He was forced to study literature by his family, not by his own choice."

This involved Yao Zhizhi's blind spot in knowledge. She nodded and asked Zhang Datong to call Xiao Jiang in.

Xiao Jiang knew a little foreign language, so Yao Zhizhi asked her to pick out a foreign literary work of low difficulty and let Zhang Sanxiang try.

Xiao Jiang quickly chose a poetry collection: "Let's go with this one. There's already a translation by a master in China. Let him give it a try. After he translates it, Editor Yao can compare his translation with the master's and decide whether to keep him."

"Okay, you set a time for him. I don't understand English, so I'll leave it to you." Yao Zhizhi really didn't understand much, so she just learned a little bit from her third brother.

Headache.

However, if Zhang Sanxiang has real talent and knowledge, that would be quite good. After the reform and opening up, there will definitely be frequent exchanges of publications at home and abroad. This is the time when such talents are needed, so give it a try.

After get off work at noon, Qi Changxiao was riding his bike and reminded: "The color of Ye Zheng's strips is not right."

"What's wrong?" Yao Zhizhi saw that Ye Zheng was fine and there was no big problem.

Qi Changxiao said, "I can't really explain why it's so strange. Anyway, although the merit value is positive, the color is hazy. The luck value is also positive, but the color is also a bit blurry and dark. It's the kind of dark that's like a bright color covered with a layer of fog, not the color itself being dark."

"Let third brother help take a look?" Yao Zhizhi couldn't see this, but based on Qi Changxiao's description, she suspected that there might be some supernatural power.

Qi Changxiao had similar suspicions: "Her parents aren't good people. Maybe they did something bad that's happening to their children. Let's go back and see if they have any of that on Ye Jun."

"Okay." Yao Zhizhi could only see the melon on Ye Zheng's body. As for what her parents did, she would have to see it in person to know.

After lunch, Aunt Mao came to Yao Zhizhi to borrow a ball of wool. She was knitting a sweater at home and only had a little bit left, so she didn’t have enough wool.

Yao Zhizhi asked about the color, stood up and gave her a roll.

Aunt Mao was very grateful: "When summer comes, I will return the clothes to you after I have taken them apart."

Things are tight these days, and sweaters are constantly taken apart and knitted as children grow up. This is normal.

Especially for children, the clothes may be fine to wear this month, but too small next month.

If the knitted garment is too big, it will not fit closely and will not be warm, which will make it difficult for elders to wear it.

Yao Zhizhi's family didn't lack these. Firstly, she had some in her system store, and secondly, her parents-in-law had a good supply. Plus, after her father retired, there were still tickets for these things. He couldn't use so many by himself, so she smiled and said, "No need to return them. Take them and use them. I have more here."

"Oh, what should we do? We have to pay it back. It's not difficult to borrow again if we pay it back." Aunt Mao went back happily.

When I got home, I was still talking about how nice Xiao Yao was. He said I didn't have to return such a big ball of wool.

Kong Badou was happy when he heard it: "Then don't return it. Her family doesn't need it anyway."

Aunt Mao rolled her eyes. "What do you know? How are you going to ask for it next time if you don't pay it back? Who gave you the face?"

Kong Badou curled his lips and stared at Mao Ling's belly, puzzled. Why was there still no movement after so long?

He tried so hard, it's such a headache.

I took a day off in the afternoon and went to the hospital to ask if it was because Mao Ling had given birth to four children in a row and her body was exhausted and needed some more care?

"Doctor Qian, don't you have placenta? Would you like to sell me some?" Kong Badou and this doctor were old acquaintances.

This person is the niece of Aunt Qian, who lives next door to the Mao family. She shouldn't say anything wrong to him.

Dr. Qian wanted to sell him placenta, but Mao Ling had been sterilized, so it would be useless if he took it.

So he lied: "They are gone, they have all been bought by others."

"Then tell me who bought them, and I'll give them a little more money." Kong Badou was itching to have a son. Although he already had a son at home, he had to have one with his own surname.

Dr. Qian refused to say anything, and Zhou Juan also came to her to buy placenta, so she had to make faces and ask Zhou Juan to leave.

After she finally managed to get Kong Badou out of the way, Zhou Juan came in with a smile: "What's going on? Another wife got an IUD secretly?"