Chapter 144 Wen Leyu: I want to earn proofreading fees

"How many days have you been practicing?"

Wen Qingsheng glanced at Wen Guohua.

Wen Guohua immediately said, "Dad, Li Ye is being modest. I went to Qu Da today and saw the interrogation materials with my own eyes.

A dozen people with broken ribs said they were stabbed with a wooden stick by a tall, thin young man."

Li Ye was sweating profusely, feeling that Wen Guohua had mastered the first-hand information.

Wen Qingsheng smiled at Li Ye, and then asked: "Tell me, how did you act so bravely at that time?"

Act bravely to help others?

No! It was Wang Jianqiang who shouted

Li Ye was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly understood.

Last night he decided to ask Teacher Ke for help, but he actually had some concerns. After all, he had knocked over a dozen people with a wooden stick, and he knew from the feel of it that the matter was not a small one.

Since Hengsan can sell smuggled foreign garbage, he must have some skills. If he follows the clues and leads to Kyoto University, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Although Beijing University certainly protects its students, a student hurts people in the street.

It would be terrible if the school gave Li Ye a warning or something like that.

But Wen Qingsheng's words "act bravely to help others" solved all the problems.

Li Ye glanced at Wen Leyu and saw the little girl tilted her mouth towards Teacher Ke with a smug look in her eyes.

Li Ye understood that this was Teacher Ke’s idea.

Or rather, this was Wen Leyu's idea.

Maybe when the girl was talking to Wen Leyu in the cafeteria this morning, she had already made a series of plans.

Of course, asking my brother Wen Guohua to solve the problem, but wouldn’t it be better to ask my mother?

Li Ye smiled apologetically at Teacher Ke and said, "I just happened to come across this. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

"No trouble," Wen Qingsheng said, "If I were to encounter such a situation. Hey hey"

Before Wen Qingsheng could finish his words, Teacher Ke picked up the bottle and filled it up for him.

"Come, eat some food and drink some wine."

Wen Qingsheng had no choice. He was now on the same level as Teacher Ke. Although Teacher Ke returned to Beijing later than him, his work was arranged by Uncle Peng himself. From now on... there were signs of the hen crowing.

Alas~

The family started eating and drinking, and after the atmosphere gradually became harmonious, Teacher Ke started to speak.

"Xiao Ye, you are still a student. You should focus on studying and not indulge in other things. You are lucky this time, what about next time?"

"I understand, Mr. Ke. I will pay attention next time."

Although Mr. Ke's words were neither light nor heavy, Li Ye felt a heavy pressure.

This shows that she is not satisfied with him.

Men have a natural admiration for military strength, but women think differently. Almost all mothers-in-law in the world hope that their sons-in-law will be safe and sound, not cause trouble, and not drink.

It was just that Teacher Ke had a kind face. If she looked more serious, Li Ye felt for a moment that she would have resembled the mother-in-law in “The World”.

Fortunately, Wen Leyu is a bit like her father.

When Wen Guohua talked about how Li Ye knocked down more than a dozen people with a wooden spear, the light in the girl's eyes was as bright as 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 movies where you wave your arms and say, "Follow me."

Soldiers hold a very heavy weight in the minds of young people of this era. Otherwise, how could things like military pants, military caps, and military satchels be so popular in the 1970s and 1980s?

Wen Leyu grew up with Teacher Ke, but she also admires her father very much. In her eyes, Li Ye now seems to be a smaller version of Wen Qingsheng.

Until the end of the dinner, Teacher Ke and Wen Qingsheng did not ask Li Ye any more questions, as if the Pengcheng Garment 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 of the current situation of Xiushui Street?"

Li Ye said without much thought: "Xiushui Street is a mess now, but it should be managed in the future!

After all, a spontaneous market has been formed now, 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. "

"Taxes?" Wen Guohua said with a smile, "Taxes are not easy to collect nowadays. Many people complain about it!"

Before the 1990s, collecting taxes was not an easy job. Tax collectors carried shoulder bags and tax receipts in their hands, walking through the streets to carry out tax work.

Li Ye only knew one thing.

There was a head of the Grain Bureau who was transferred to the Taxation Bureau. He was so angry! But within a few years...

"It's really hard to do a job that requires money," Li Ye smiled to show that he knew it, but he still said, "The Pengcheng Garment Factory No. 7 will pay taxes according to the law. This is their duty."

Wen Guohua didn't say anything else. He glanced at Li Ye, smiled, and sent the two of them all the way to school.

When they arrived at school, Li Ye wanted to send Wen Leyu back to the dormitory, but the girl wanted to take a walk by the Weiming Lake.

As they walked, the girl asked, "I heard from Li Dayong that you can use a flower spear?"

Li Ye said honestly: "I have only practiced the flower spear for a few days. My grandfather practiced a lot when he was young, and later he also changed to bayonet fighting."

The girl said with some regret: "Why don't you practice? I'm reading your new novel. That Li Tianlang also uses a spear. In your words, it's really cool."

Li Ye smiled and said, "I can also perform the flower spear, but I haven't learned the essence of it. I am just a show-off. But if I show you, you won't be able to tell."

Wen Leyu rolled her eyes at Li Ye and pouted, "You didn't even let me proofread your novel this time."

Well! After all this trouble, the girl still wants to earn Li Ye's proofreading fee!

Li Ye took Wen Leyu's hand and said, "I just tested the waters with that book. I plan to write a big one later, and I'll need your help then. A lot of help."

Wen Leyu's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "It's a deal, no regrets!"

It would be strange if anyone regretted it.

. . . . . .

Sai Wan, Hong Kong Island.

Pei Wencong drove his twelve-year-old Toyota and parked it under an old commercial building.

He straightened his suit, looked at his leather shoes to make sure there was not a speck of dust before he opened the car door, got out and stepped into the main door of the business building.

"Morning, President Pei."

"Good morning, good morning."

"Hello, Boss Pei."

"Hello, hello."

Greeting acquaintances along the way, Pei Wencong finally reached the third floor and walked into a small company - Talang Literary Publishing House.

Pei Wencong is not an employee. He is the boss, editor-in-chief, and financial officer of the Talang Literary Society.

In short, apart from being a clerk and an editor and reporter, Pei Wencong has to take on all other positions.

Therefore, Pei Wencong felt that as a boss, he was not doing as well as the two workers in the community.

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.

Currently, Talang Publishing House only has one bimonthly magazine that is barely profitable, but it can hardly support the normal expenses of the publishing house.

The reason why Pei Wencong keeps himself so glamorous every day is that 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, Fatty came to collect the rent again. This time he wants us to pay all the arrears of the previous three months at once."

Pei Wencong had just sat down when the clerk Amin gave him the news he least wanted to hear.

Pei Wencong said calmly: "Have you told him that we will receive the publishing fee next month?"

Amin looked at Pei Wencong, lowered his head, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Pei Wencong.

"Boss, I will quit after this month. You know my family situation. A-po has no job and the child needs my salary to support him."

Pei Wencong was stunned for a moment before taking Amin's resignation letter.

He was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Don't worry, I will pay you your salary on time."

"Thank you, boss."

Amin bowed to Pei Wencong to express his gratitude, then returned to his seat.

In fact, she was not willing to leave the publishing house. After all, even if Pei Wencong had no money, he could still pay the salaries of the two workers.

But the Talang Literary Publishing House was on the verge of collapse, so she had no choice but to seek elsewhere.

It’s hard to find a job these days, and I don’t know if my next boss will be as kind as I am.

At half past nine, another employee of the publishing house, Aqiang, came in. He was half an hour late but he didn't care at all. He casually threw a parcel to Pei Wencong and started drawing comics at his workstation.

He is a comics fan and always dreams of becoming a great cartoonist one day, saving this literary publishing house and making Pei Wencong, the boss who has been kind to him, work for him.

Pei Wencong frowned when he saw the label on the package.

This is a long-distance parcel sent from the north inland.

Last year, at the request of readers, Pei Wencong embarked on a trip to the north to look for relatives. After going through many twists and turns, he finally established contact with the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the island city.

But after so many years, finding relatives is not that easy, and the activity ended up with little profit, so it was abandoned halfway.

"Please don't ask us to buy him any books again."

Pei Wencong was opening the parcel while muttering to himself in an upset tone.

Although the search for relatives was interrupted, the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the northern island city was very enthusiastic and often asked Pei Wencong to buy some of the latest editions of books.

But the other party doesn’t have any foreign currency. If they exchange it for Hong Kong dollars according to the exchange rate, wouldn’t they be at a huge loss?

Pei Wencong opened the parcel, but was stunned.

Because there was actually a manuscript inside.

[Brother Pei, this is the work of our outstanding young writer. Please let me know whether it can be published.]

"Are you kidding me? You want to publish your works in Hong Kong Island?"

Pei Wencong was so angry that he laughed.

The customs on both sides are completely different. Hong Kong's martial arts novels are very popular in the north, but northern novels generally do not perform well in Hong Kong.

Pei Wencong directly threw the manuscript to Aqiang and said, "Qiangzi, take a look at this manuscript, then write a review and send it back to the north."

Ah Qiang, who was drawing a little man, said unhappily: "I can't read simplified Chinese, you can ask Ah Min to look at it."

Pei Wencong said angrily: "Amin, Amin, Amin, Amin is about to resign, do you want to resign too?"

“.”

Aqiang's chest heaved with anger, but in the end he could only swallow his anger.

Amin has a diploma, but Aqiang dropped out of junior high school. How can he make a living after leaving this publishing house? Will he continue to be a dwarf mule?

In one morning, Pei Wencong received more than a dozen calls, either from authors demanding payment for their manuscripts or from printing companies demanding payment for printing. He was so frustrated that his brain almost collapsed.

At lunch time, he saw Aqiang still sitting at his workstation motionless, and he became furious.

"Qiangzi, if you don't go get the lunch box, are you going to let us all starve?"

"Hello, Qiangzi?"

Pei Wencong walked over and patted Aqiang on the shoulder to wake him up.

"You fell asleep?"

"No,"

A Qiang suddenly raised his head, his eyes red as he said, "Boss, I think we may not have to eat boxed lunches anymore."

Thanks to the book friend "Brother Ye Tian" for the reward.

(End of this chapter)