Chen Ru arrived home half an hour later than Wen Ying.
Chen Ru has been very busy with work recently and was too tired to talk much with her daughter. She simply asked a few questions about the estimated college entrance examination scores to make sure that Teacher Lin Lin had not passed on the wrong information. Chen Ru's fatigue of the day was swept away, and she kindly asked Wen Ying to rest early.
"You went to Shanghai right after the college entrance exam, and your book signing event even made the news. Get some rest tonight, and we'll talk about everything tomorrow!"
Wen Ying was indeed very tired, and without pretending to be polite with her mother, she turned around and went back to her room.
After Chen Ru washed up and returned to her room, she didn't see the bank card on the bedside table at first. But Lao Wen was like a cocky rooster, circling around the bed and always dangling in front of Chen Ru, making Chen Ru annoyed:
"When it's hot, you turn on the air conditioner. Aren't you tired of swaying around?"
Wen Dongrong was already used to being scolded by his wife, so this little drizzle couldn't hurt him. He put his hands behind his back, raised his chin and gestured to Chen Ru to look at the bedside table: "Here, that card is for you."
Card, what card?
Chen Ru followed his gaze and finally found the bank card on the bedside table.
This is rare.
After all, Wen Dongrong’s salary card had already been handed over!
"What card is this?"
Chen Ru didn't go to get the card. Wen Dongrong held his chin high and said, "You know, I've been contributing to magazines and newspapers, and I've saved up some royalties."
"oh."
Chen Ru finally reached out and picked up the card. "How much money is on this card?"
Wen Dongrong stretched out a hand and made an "eight" gesture.
The character “八” definitely does not mean eight hundred.
It shouldn’t be eight thousand.
If it was only 8,000 yuan, this bastard wouldn't be so proud.
Could it be eighty thousand?
Chen Ru was finally shocked: "...You earned 80,000 yuan in royalties?"
Of course not.
There are more than 80,000 yuan in the bank card, of which 50,000 yuan was earned with "Xun Yong", and only more than 30,000 yuan was the actual royalties earned by Wen Dongrong - this is already very difficult. Wen Dongrong uses his non-working time to write. People like him who can often publish articles in magazines and newspapers are already qualified to be accepted by the Municipal Writers Association!
Chen Ru didn't know that the 50,000 yuan earned from selling "Xun Yong" was included in this. Wen Dongrong was very thick-skinned and frankly admitted his wife's guess.
"Well, there's a little over 80,000 on the card. Didn't you say you wanted to travel abroad? The money on the card should be enough for the three of us to sign up for a tour group."
Wen Dongrong had already inquired about the prices for overseas tour groups during the summer vacation.
The price per person is over RMB, which means you can choose a very good place. It is a relatively high-end group.
If you choose a small country in Southeast Asia, the price per person is only a few thousand yuan.
If you can spend wisely during your trip and avoid indiscriminate shopping, a family of three with more than 80,000 yuan will have more than enough money to travel abroad!
"Do you make money writing short stories like this?"
Chen Ru was indeed surprised.
Wen Dongrong boasted: "It was a bit difficult at the beginning, but once the first article was published successfully, subsequent ones became easier."
Apart from writing articles, this bastard really has no other way to make extra money.
Chen Ru never worried that Wen Dongrong would touch public money. Compared to money, Wen Dongrong loved power more. He was a complete official-worshiper.
After learning that Wen Dongrong made so much money by writing articles, Chen Ru looked at the dog man with a bit of a filter.
Writing can basically be linked to the word "cultured". Chen Ru is happy because her daughter is a best-selling author and her husband can make money by writing.
Chen Ru put her bank card in her wallet and, with the same pleasant expression she had used when she asked Wen Ying for her score estimate, asked Wen Dongrong to show her all the published articles: "You've got samples of those magazines and newspapers, right?"
Wen Dongrong has persisted in creating for so long just for this moment!
He was so happy that he wanted to sing, but he pretended to be calm on the surface. "It's so late, you should go to bed early. You can watch it slowly tomorrow!"
Chen Ru said that she was not sleepy at all and wanted to watch it now.
Wen Dongrong walked to the study in slippers with his hands behind his back. When he came back, he was holding a few magazines and newspapers.
Chen Ru was flipping through the pages under the desk lamp.
Wen Dongrong, this bastard, is indeed quite talented in writing and has a strong pen.
Chen Ru didn't know how other authors wrote, but Wen Dongrong's story was a melodramatic story that Chen Ru enjoyed reading, even though they were all published on Zhiyin.
After reading all the magazines and newspapers, Chen Ru still felt a little unsatisfied.
"That's it?"
Wen Dongrong laughed, "Do you think writing articles is like selling cabbages wholesale? It's not easy to publish so many!"
That's true.
If being a writer was so easy, wouldn't everyone be able to be one?
Chen Ru herself had no literary talent, so naturally she believed everything Wen Dongrong said... Manager Chen, who had no literary talent, was naturally sensitive to numbers and accounts. Wen Dongrong earned over 80,000 yuan in royalties, but only published these articles. Chen Ru felt something was wrong:
"I remember you told me that the manuscript fee for Zhiyin could be raised to 1,200 yuan per thousand words. That's already a very high fee, right? Could it be that the manuscript fee for a newspaper is even higher than that of Zhiyin?"
Oops!
Wen Dongrong was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
How could he forget that the tigress at home was particularly good at settling accounts?
Wen Dongrong tried to remain calm and said vaguely, "The one with the highest manuscript fee is definitely Zhiyin. Ordinary authors can raise the price to 1,200 yuan per thousand words. The editor treats me better than the average author!"
is that so?
Chen Ru has recently gained a lot of experience in stock trading and doesn't know much about the magazine's manuscript fee system, so she had no choice but to believe Wen Dongrong's nonsense.
Chen Ru praised Wen Dongrong for handing over the manuscript fee. "Wen Ying is going to Beijing to attend a training course at the Academy of Literature. After she finishes the training, she can go on an overseas trip. I'll ask a travel agency first and ask them to recommend some suitable itineraries."
Chen Ru is looking forward to this family trip abroad.
Thinking that the travel expenses were earned by Wen Dongrong by staying up late to write articles, she felt even more tender towards Wen Dongrong.
"We can take our time to plan our overseas trip, and don't stay up too late writing. We're not as old as the young ones now!"
Enjoying his wife's earnest instructions, Wen Dongrong's tail was soaring to the sky!
Staying up late to write is very tiring, but as the head of the family, if he doesn't get tired, why would his wife and children get tired?
It was all worth it.
The couple discussed it and unanimously decided to give Wen Ying a "trip abroad" as a surprise gift.
Once the college entrance examination scores come out, I’ll be able to tell Wen Ying.
Before going to bed, Wen Dongrong suddenly remembered something. "Do you think she can really get 660 points? Isn't this estimate too optimistic? Is it better than her usual test performance?"
Chen Ru was very calm. "Even if she doesn't score 660, it won't be too far off. It's more than enough to apply to the university where Professor Shen teaches. My hope is that she can maintain her scores in the three mock exams. If her final score is better than the three, that would be a pleasant surprise!"
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