Chapter 84

Counting the publication date of "Echo", Su Miao paid close attention to the emails she received in the past few days. Because she used her father's information, she didn't dare let him know that her good daughter was leading the trend of melodramatic articles in the magazine.

After waiting for a few days, the mail finally arrived. Fortunately, his father and Brother Yu were busy out front, so Su Miao took his father's ID card to sign for the package.

The first generation of resident ID cards was put into use in 1984. They used black and white photos, which were quite blurry, but clear enough to see the face.

Su Miao didn't have an ID card, so if he wanted to collect the money on his behalf, he could only go to his father's room and get his household registration book. Only with both the ID card and the household registration book could he prove that it was this family.

Inside the package was a remittance slip and a copy of "Echo" magazine with a long-haired beauty on the cover. I went to the convenience store today and saw that the magazine hadn't arrived yet. I guess it was sent to the author right after it was published.

Looking at the amount of 1,488 on the remittance slip, Su Miao was overjoyed!

Otherwise, how could so many people keep submitting articles? This is like not opening for half a year, but making half a year of profit after opening!

In the afternoon, while my father wasn't paying attention, I went straight to the post office with my ID to withdraw money.

Since she wasn't there to pick it up in person, she didn't know if it would be possible, so she brought all her documents with her, even her temporary residence permit with her name on it.

If this doesn't work, I'll have to think of another reason and ask my father to come and get it.

There were quite a lot of people queuing at the post office, but the staff at the counter were still working slowly, and occasionally glanced at the magazines next to them.

It just arrived today, and there are many newsstands waiting to pick it up, so the post office staff always see it first.

Oh my goodness! Is this article true?! This is hooliganism!

"Girl! Can you please hurry up! I have something urgent to do!"

The people queuing behind shouted anxiously.

The teller raised his head impatiently and said, "Isn't this being processed? Why should we rush to process the transaction? Who will be held responsible if something goes wrong?"

She slowly finished reading her old friend's article about stir-frying pork offal, slammed the magazine shut, and was furious! ! ! !

Why is the heroine so soft? If she had to, she would have rushed over and scratched the faces of those adulterers!

Also! Why is it being serialized? Why is it being published without even an ending?!

The article seriously affected her mood at work, and she was rude to the people who came to do business.

Everyone felt puzzled, but there was nothing they could do. Those working at the counter were regular employees, and their complaints wouldn't have any effect. At most, their boss would give her a few mild remarks.

They come here frequently to do business. If they are hated, they might be troubled again. They can only bear it.

"Xiao Zhang! Have you read it? There's a really well-written article in there, and everyone in the office is discussing it now!"

A uniformed staff member ran over and spoke to her excitedly.

"I saw it! It made me so angry! This must be a true story. It can't be made up to be so real!"

"Yeah, that's what we were just talking about! We're all waiting for the next issue to see the serialization. If it's not serialized, then the author must have been persecuted to death by his family, and we'll call the police!"

"Right, right, right! If it's not serialized, you must call the police! The magazine will definitely be able to find someone."

As they were talking, it was Su Miao's turn to withdraw the money, and she handed over all the materials.

Xiao Zhang looked at the information on the remittance slip, then looked up at Su Miao and asked doubtfully, "You said this was sent to your father? Is your father the author?"

"Yes! My dad submitted an article to a magazine, and this is the payment." Su Miao answered crisply.

Xiao Zhang had handled a lot of remittance business for magazines before, but such a large amount was rare. She used to be extremely envious of those who could make only 700 or 800 yuan. How could they make so much money just by writing?

Withdrawals aren't that strict these days. After Xiao Zhang checked all the information, he gave the money to Su Miao: "Little sister, please count the amount yourself. We are not responsible once you leave the counter."

Su Miao counted the money, said thank you and was about to leave.

Xiao Zhang couldn't help but ask, "Hey! Little sister! What's your dad's pen name?"

"I don't know either~~"

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The day of school finally arrived. Her father had brought Su Miao to pay the tuition two days ago. Today, she just had to go to the class with the admission notice.

Most of the students at Yongcheng No. 1 Middle School are from Yongcheng. Su Yuanzheng has always been worried that his daughter would be looked down upon because she came from the county town, so he took her shopping a few days before school started.

Clothes, hats, shoes, socks, everything on him is brand new. School bags, stationery and water cups are all the best.

Su Miao felt that there was really no need to be too deliberate, as this would only make him look more unfashionable, but in order to make his father feel a little more at ease, Su Miao just let him do what he wanted.

The campus of No. 1 Middle School is actually not bigger than that of Ning County No. 1 Primary School. Because it has a longer history, it exudes an ancient flavor everywhere, and a lot of moss grows between the bricks of the wall.

Today is the first day of school. The school gate is bustling with students and parents. Regardless of whether they are new or old students, all parents can only send their children to the school gate, and the children have to walk the rest of the way by themselves.

On his daughter's first day of junior high school, Su Yuanzheng insisted on sending her there even though the journey was only ten minutes. He squeezed in the crowd and watched his daughter look for her class on the bulletin board, then walk up the stairs until she disappeared.

When Su Miao walked into the classroom, many classmates had already arrived. Since most of them were promoted from primary schools in the city, many of them had already found their primary school classmates to chat with.

Of course, there were also a few people who had passed the exam from surrounding counties like her. They chose their own seats and sat quietly.

Su Miao took a quick look and didn't see any classmates he knew, so he chose a seat against the wall and sat down.

"Classmate? Which primary school are you from?" Suddenly, a hand patted her shoulder from behind.

Su Miao turned around and called out, "Wang Xin! Why are you here?"

"Look at what you said! I came to school to be a student, how could I be a teacher? Hehe!"

Wang Xin smiled with a smug look on his face, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with having scared Su Miao.

Su Miao looked him up and down, making sure it wasn't an illusion. She said in disbelief, "No, I mean, how did you get in? You got 192 points?"

"Haha! Do I have to score 192 to get in? I can also get in with just one finger!"

Su Miao stared at his extended index finger in silence. After a few seconds, she whispered, "Only a thousand yuan? That's not too expensive."

Wang Xin quickly retracted his finger and glanced around as if he was guilty. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he lowered his voice and said in disbelief, "How did you guess that?