Gu Yunyang asked a few questions, but Fan Zhijian insisted on remaining mysterious.
He didn't ask any more questions.
Anyway, it'll be the 10th in a couple of days, and that's when I'll get my salary.
There's no rush.
"Alright, then let's see how many surprises Uncle Fan has in store for me."
Gu Yunyang is actually very rich; the money he got from the Gu family in the capital alone exceeds 100,000.
Not to mention antique jade artifacts, large and small yellow croakers, and the like.
Now, Gu Yunyang is a translator, and he is very proficient in languages, plus he has the help of an AI.
They need at least a month, or at least twenty days, for the translation work.
He could actually finish it in two or three days.
One serving costs several hundred yuan.
He can earn in a few days what others take a year to make.
If he weren't so afraid of the scary things, he would have wanted to take on several translation jobs.
The translation certificate, guaranteed by Principal Zhong, has already been processed with the help of Xinhua Bookstore.
Unfortunately, it's too conspicuous.
Gu Yunyang plans to receive one copy every two or three months, and he doesn't want to translate too quickly.
Assuming accuracy, Gu Yunyang planned to complete one in about twenty days to a month.
They have enough money and aren't particularly outstanding.
Principal Zhong could do that too, but he also has school affairs to attend to, so he can do it less frequently.
But Principal Zhong's family is truly not short of money.
Gu Yunyang found them some fine grains, and Madam Zhong had no objections; in fact, she seemed to have a faint sense of anticipation.
Who wouldn't want to eat well themselves and give their children good food?
They are willing to do so as long as the conditions are right.
It's clear that Principal Zhong's family is not short of money.
When passing by the post office, Gu Yunyang mailed out the manuscript he had written.
Just then, the postman told him that there was a letter and a package for him.
There were several packages. Gu Yunyang looked at them and realized that they were all from old acquaintances.
One for Zhang Jianjun, one for Teacher Xu, and one for Yu Xiaobo.
In addition, there were some sent from Northeast China, which were from Zuo Yunrong.
In addition, there were also mailed by Fang Xiaodong and Zhou Tingyu.
These are the six packages.
None of them are particularly large, but they all have weight.
To Gu Yunyang's surprise, it was the seventh package.
Judging from the address, it was mailed from Northeast China.
His surname is Zuo, but he only has a surname and no given name.
"Did Brother Zuo Qiulin mail this?"
He took out his ID, and after the post office staff checked it, they took all his packages away.
They were all quite curious, wondering who this person was who had suddenly received seven packages.
Gu Yunyang didn't care about any of that. What was the point of thinking about it now that it had already happened?
Once they reached a secluded spot, Gu Yunyang packed up all the packages.
These packages were somewhat heavy, but not beyond what the bicycle seat could handle.
Gu Yunyang could only manage a wry smile: "It seems that none of us are the type to just take the benefits without giving anything back. The contents inside probably aren't food."
They themselves are short of supplies; I just touched it, and it seems to be mostly cloth or something similar.
Gu Yunyang found it amusing; he had just obtained the defective cloth from the supply and marketing cooperative, which had caused quite a stir.
If he hadn't already figured out how to handle it, this batch of defective cloth alone could easily have caused conflict in the village.
Unexpectedly, I received quite a lot of fabric today.
On the way back, I saw Gu Changhong walking towards me from another direction with a smile on her face.
This time, she saw Gu Yunyang and was about to say something.
But in the end, he didn't say anything.
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