Chapter 4141 [Update 1]
This was a magical day for Qian Shengli and Yang Meirong.
Yang Meirong had been closed for a month, but she made a thousand yuan the moment she reopened.
One thousand yuan! She has worked in the towel factory for so many years, and her monthly salary is only one hundred and twenty yuan. One thousand yuan is almost her annual salary.
After completing all the formalities, signing the contract, and returning to the sales office, Yang Meirong still felt like she was dreaming.
The house was sold just like that?
Is there really someone who would buy their house?
Are outsiders so easy to fool?
She couldn't help but happily said to another male salesperson in the sales office: "Xiao Ma, I've opened an order!"
"No wonder the big boss is playing GG across from the train station. It turns out that there are people who really buy houses after seeing the GG sign."
Does she also need to go to the train station to distribute flyers?
I couldn't feel her joy at all, I just felt that I missed out on two houses: ...
Qian Shengli felt a bit dazed until all the contracts were signed and all the formalities were completed.
First of all, it was confirmed that the author of his favorite novel "The Great Song Dynasty" was actually a girl of fifteen or sixteen, and she looked younger than her age on her ID card.
Secondly, this girl, using the contract and publishing contract for "Wuxia", bought two houses from him, two!
Again, the savings in this little girl's passbook totaled more than the total savings of his family. There was nearly ten thousand yuan in the passbook. He only found out about this when he took her to their cooperative bank to transfer money.
Finally, he took the two contracts to the bank and actually got the bank loan.
The meeting went so smoothly because the bank was originally a partner of their company and they had an acquaintance there. Secondly, after his brother learned that Ning Meng was in Shanghai, he was curious about her true identity and helped Jiang Ning to get various certificates.
After arriving at the bank, Editor-in-Chief Qian had been trying to restrain himself from looking at Jiang Ning.
Ning Meng is actually a little girl who is about the same age as his daughter. Who would believe this if he told others?
Even the bank manager who personally handled the loan business for Jiang Ning would look at Jiang Ning from time to time. It was hard to believe that the author of "The Great Song Dynasty" was so young.
Yes, the bank manager is also a reader of "Wuxia". The readership of "Wuxia" in Shanghai is so huge.
It’s a pity that he has no one to share such amazing gossip with. His life is really lonely like snow.
When he got home and told his wife about it, she didn't watch "Wuxia" and didn't know who Ning Meng was, so she had no interest in it.
After signing the contract, the first thing Manager Qian thought of was to use the fact that the author of "The Great Song Dynasty" also bought a house in their real estate project to promote it. After all, with the sales volume of "Wuxia" in Shanghai and its huge readership, knowing that the author of "The Great Song Dynasty" bought a house here would surely attract a group of people and increase their trust in their real estate project.
But his brother told him very seriously that Jiang Ning's identity and information must be kept confidential.
This incident had little impact on Jiang Ning, but it had a great impact on their magazine. In the early 1990s, too many well-known authors of their magazine were poached by other magazines.
Once the news about Ningmeng leaks out, other magazines will definitely come to poach its employees. It is hard to guarantee that Ningmeng will not be tempted by the high royalties offered by other magazines. After all, Ningmeng seems to be in need of money.
The deposit is not as much as a young girl's. Manager: ...
Manager Qian said: "It's not just me who knows this. Manager Zhang from the bank also knows this."
Although they have told Manager Zhang that Jiang Ning's identity will be kept secret, who can guarantee that he will not tell anyone?
"It doesn't matter whether he tells others or not. Banks and magazines are not part of the same system. Many magazines that want to dig out information about Ningmeng are mostly concentrated in Guangzhou. If a few individuals know about it, it won't have any impact. But if you use the identity of Ningmeng to promote the sale of a house, that's a different matter."
Editor-in-Chief Qian frowned, "Do you think you can rest easy now that 'Wuxia' is selling well? It seems that the Guangzhou branch will not be closed for the time being due to the increase in sales, but who can guarantee that 'Da Song' will always be popular? Who can guarantee that after 'Da Song' is finished, the next article will continue to be popular? Once the magazine's sales drop to the previous monthly sales of 500,000 copies, the magazine in Guangzhou will definitely be closed. If the Guangzhou branch is closed, do you think my Shanghai branch can escape it?"
It was only a matter of time before the entire magazine was closed down.
So even though the magazine has recovered in recent issues and seems to have regained its glory days of the 1980s, the shadow of being cancelled still hangs over their heads.
Throughout the 1990s, people were shrouded in the shadow of possible layoffs at any time. Too many factories around them went bankrupt, were acquired, or merged, and workers were laid off.
Manager Qian may not care whether Jiang Ning's identity will be leaked, but he will not joke about his brother's work. The hot sales of "Wuxia" brought by "The Great Song" not only concerns the magazine in Guangzhou, but also has a great impact on the Shanghai branch.
He himself was one of those people who were laid off in middle age during this wave of layoffs. He knew well the difficulties of finding a job again when he was in his forties.
He knows what is important and will keep Jiang Ning's identity secret.
In fact, Jiang Ning doesn’t care whether her identity is leaked or not, as long as it doesn’t get to Jiang’s mother’s ears. Even if it gets to Jiang’s mother’s ears, it will only be a little troublesome for her. But there are some things that only when you spoil the other person will they have the capital to make a scene. When you don’t care about someone at all, what can the other person use to threaten you?
She just didn't want to conflict with Jiang Ma and be drawn into the rhythm that Jiang Ma was good at.
What's more, she has an identity that can naturally suppress you according to etiquette and law, that is - mother.
When we face people who make you feel negative energy, the best way is not to confront them, but to stay away from them.
Stay away from people who drain you.
The property certificate for an existing house can be obtained now, but the property certificate for a future house can only be obtained after the house is delivered. Jiang Ning does not have so much time to stay here to apply for various certificates. Besides, it is National Day and the Housing and Construction Bureau is on holiday. These matters can only be handed over to Manager Qian. When all the procedures are almost done, she will come to sign what needs to be signed and pay the taxes. This time cannot be during the holidays because when she is on holiday, others are also on holiday.
After the contracts were signed, Jiang Ning breathed a sigh of relief and left Shanghai with Grandpa Jiang.
The two-day trip to Shanghai made Grandpa Jiang look radiant and happy. Walking on the streets of Shanghai with his hands behind his back, he felt that he had learned a lot.
He looked everywhere, as if his eyes could not see enough. He wanted to tell his old friends about all the tall buildings, all the cars, the guesthouses he stayed in, the noodle shops he ate in, and the roads he saw in Shanghai.
Jiang Ning was very happy to see that Grandpa Jiang was in good spirits. She had been worried that Grandpa Jiang would be tired from the long journey, but she knew that Grandpa looked even more energetic than her.
They left Shanghai at 1:00 p.m. on the 1st and arrived in Wucheng at around 4:00 p.m. Jiang Ning wanted to rent a house near the school for Grandpa Jiang so that he wouldn't have to go back. However, Grandpa Jiang was concerned about his old friends and his mountain patrol work, and he said he didn't want to stay in Wucheng at all and must go back.
Jiang Ning couldn't persuade him, so she had to say, "Grandpa, this is the preliminary round. There will be semi-finals and finals later. You can come and accompany me then."
Grandpa Jiang had already completely believed in the essay competition and couldn't wait to go back and brag to his old friends. He nodded repeatedly when he heard this: "Go, Grandpa will go with you!"
Jiang Ning immediately made a promise: "The finals might be held in the capital. I will take Grandpa to see Tian'anmen and the Forbidden City then."
Grandpa Jiang seemed to be right in front of Tian'anmen right now. Just imagining this made Grandpa Jiang so happy that his eyes narrowed with laughter. He wished he could go to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village right away and tell them how smart his eldest granddaughter was.
It’s no use, it’s no use, we have to go back quickly.
The prize money for the preliminary round alone is one thousand yuan, shouldn’t it be more in the finals?
By the way, the fact that my granddaughter received a bonus must be kept secret, so we can’t tell anyone about it. But I can tell you that he will be rewarded with a physical examination in Shanghai, right?
The old man was smiling happily.
Jiang Ning sent Grandpa Jiang back with great concern, and waited for the physical examination report from Shanghai to be sent.
In fact, she understood that what she had to do was not only to give grandpa a physical examination and treat the disease, but also to change his eating habits. No matter how much she talked, asking him not to eat those pickled rotten radishes and rotten beans, and to eat fresh vegetables, it was useless. His living habits had already been formed. He lived alone in the mountains, and if he cooked food but could not finish it, it would be wasted. Grandpa Jiang would never waste anything. He would always eat up all the leftovers, even if the leftovers had been left for a day or two in the hot summer, he would eat them all, just like when he cooked a plate of rotten radishes, he could eat this plate of rotten radishes for many days.
She could only bring her grandfather to live with her and change his eating habits herself.
It’s not that Grandpa Jiang doesn’t like delicious food, but he’s the only one cooking every day. He wastes oil and firewood if he cooks a little, and he can’t finish the food if he cooks too much.
If you ask him to come now, he will definitely not come because he cannot give up his mountain patrol job and his salary.
The job and salary of mountain patrolling are actually the confidence that allows him to not rely on others. If he loses this confidence, he must regain it and know that even if he no longer patrols the mountains, he can still make money without relying on others.
If she really asked him to throw away half a year's salary, Grandpa Jiang would probably think she was crazy.
At least she would have to wait until the end of the year and let him get this year's salary before she could have a chance to persuade (trick) him into coming to Wucheng with her. The prerequisite for getting him to stay was that he knew he could also make money here, or even more.
This is the key that made my grandfather give up his mountain patrol job and leave his hometown.
After thinking all this through, and seeing that there was still some time before evening self-study, she went to the Internet cafe again, quickly wrote 6,000 words, and sent the manuscript to the submission mailbox.
She also plans to write a few more short stories and send them to Readers, Youth Digest and Zhiyin.
The royalties from "Wuxia" were paid at the end of every month. Although she still had money in her passbook, the tax she had to pay when she went to apply for the property certificate was still not a small amount, so she had to prepare it in advance.
After leaving the Internet cafe, she hurriedly trotted to the dormitory, took the kettle to get water, and found that the kettle was already full of fresh hot water.
Needless to say, it must have been He Xiaofang who hit him.
She kept it in mind and took the book back to the classroom.
As soon as Jiang Ning arrived in the classroom, He Xiaofang was the first to notice her and waved to her excitedly. Just seeing the smile of pure joy on He Xiaofang's face, Jiang Ning couldn't help but smile too, and her mood seemed to brighten.
Hearing the noise, Xu Xiuli, who was reading quietly, also raised her head. After seeing Jiang Ning, the two smiled at each other. Jiang Ning also smiled and waved to the other roommates in the dormitory, then sat down in her seat.
As soon as the bell for evening self-study rang, our head teacher, Mr. Wang, walked into the classroom with a model-like pace and a proud and confident look, holding a stack of test papers in his hand.
He handed the test paper to the English class representative, and used English, body language and gestures to ask him to distribute the test papers to the four group leaders.
He stood on the podium beaming with joy. He didn't say whether they did well in the exam (Teacher Wang was very confident. How could his students not do well in the exam?), nor did he say whether other classes did well (they certainly didn't do as well as theirs anyway). He just raised the corners of his lips and said in both English and Chinese: "This time, our class still has one student who got a perfect score!"
All heads turned towards Jiang Ning.
"Yes, it's still her." Teacher Wang's lips curved up even more, like a crosstalk. She still had that fake smile on her face, but everyone could tell that the head teacher was in a good mood: "The only one in the whole school who got a perfect score."
After finishing speaking, Teacher Wang calmly picked up the test paper and said, "Now let's talk about the test paper."
During the second evening self-study class, the math teacher came with his test paper.
The math teacher is very different from our homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang. He is a teacher with a serious face and an unsmiling, somewhat fierce look. The saying "intimidating without even getting angry" applies to him.
He stood on the podium, not saying a word. He just scanned the class with a dignified gaze. After everyone in the class was as quiet as a chicken, he picked up a test paper and read it: "He Xiaofang." He paused: "Seventy-seven."
He shook the test paper and threw it on the desk of the student in the first row of the second group.
"Shen Ziqiang." He stared at the boy who stood up nervously, and still paused for a second: "Seventy-eight."
"Liu Min—seventy-eight."
"Yao Wenxin—eighty."
Everyone whose name was called felt their heart tremble. They lowered their heads in shame under the oppressive gaze of the math teacher, and returned to their seats dejectedly, holding the test paper, not daring to raise their heads.
When He Xiaofang realized that she had ranked last in the class in math, tears fell and she buried her head in her arms.
This situation not only occurs in Class 3, but also in every class in the first year of high school.
The teachers of each class used the three evening self-study periods to discuss the monthly exam papers. The atmosphere in each class was heavy, including the experimental class.
The head teacher of the experimental class walked into the classroom with the math test paper he brought. The first thing he talked about was not the test paper he brought, but the total score of the test.
"The results of this month's exam are out." He looked around the class and said, "Class One and Class Two, one is the experimental class, and the other is the elite class. These two classes have always been the key classes that the school focuses on training. All the students were admitted based on the top 120 of your high school entrance exam scores. You know this, right?"
He looked at all the students in the class who had quieted down, and said calmly, "According to your grades, I think that even if our class cannot take the top 60 in the grade, the top 10 in the grade are in our class, is that okay?"
Seeing everyone nodding in unison, the head teacher of Class 1 tapped the podium with his fingers and said in a distressed tone: "The top ten in the grade this time! A student from Class 3 got in."
The monthly exam is different from the pre-school assessment test. It tests everything students have learned in the past month since the start of school, and contains very little junior high school knowledge.
Jiang Ning did not review the textbooks from junior high school, but has been reviewing the knowledge from high school. With the lectures by the teachers over the past month, the memories that had been forgotten with the passage of time are gradually reviving, and the knowledge that she had given back to the teachers in the past is also gradually being picked up again. Also, because she has learned it once before, her understanding is even deeper.
This resulted in her, whose scores in other subjects were average in the last baseline test, suddenly soaring in this monthly exam.
This is also one of the reasons why our head teacher, Mr. Wang, is in such a good mood.
"I went to see her high school entrance exam results. She barely got into No. 1 Middle School." The head teacher of the experimental class had a blank expression. "I also looked at the results of the initial test. Except for her English score, which was a little outstanding, the others were all average."
"But why?" The head teacher of the experimental class tapped the podium with his fingers: "Why can such an ordinary student have such a big improvement in his grades just one month after the start of school!"
"And you!" He knocked hard on the podium again, feeling grief-stricken: "You are top students who should have been far superior to others. Why were you surpassed by such an ordinary and mediocre student from the parallel class?"
"why is that?"
The head teacher of the experimental class gave them the answer directly: "That's because they are more diligent and hardworking than you! After evening self-study every day, they still study in the dormitory until the lights go out. After the lights go out, they still hold flashlights and study in their beds!"
"Such hard work! Such efforts! How can his grades not improve? How can his grades be bad?"
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