"You should think about it again."
Zou Weijun didn't expect Wen Ying to agree so readily. After a moment's pause, he reminded Wen Ying, "As you become more famous and wealthy, more and more people will want to take money from you. You can't let your guard down!"
Wen Ying smiled: "Aunt Zou, I'm very smart."
Smart enough to distinguish between good and evil, and to judge when to spend money and when to be stingy!
Zou Weijun's eyes were full of tolerance. "Yes, you are very smart, but this is really a considerable expense..."
In fact, Zou Weijun had already guessed that Wen Ying would definitely agree.
Zou Weijun could certainly set up a literary fund herself; she has the money. It's just that without a single notable writer to join, this "literary fund" lacks persuasiveness.
Moreover, public opinion is unfriendly to Wen Ying.
Media reporters have been looking at Wen Ying through a magnifying glass.
Everything Wen Ying says and does is distorted and exaggerated.
Zou Weijun is very annoyed by this trend.
Is it so unacceptable that best-selling authors earn some royalties?
Best-selling authors abroad are all very rich, and no one would question that authors should not make so much money. Why can't they make money if they can write popular works!
On the contrary, some people in China are very harsh on writers, believing that writers should live in poverty... This stubborn and outdated stereotype is really a headache.
On the one hand, he wanted to build a protective wall for Wen Ying to help her eliminate the negative influence of public opinion.
On the other hand, Zou Weijun felt that Wen Ying herself was willing to do such a thing.
Knowing that Wen Ying would agree was one thing, but Wen Ying agreeing so quickly was another.
Zou Weijun couldn't help but want to remind Wen Ying.
Wen Ying felt warm in her heart, "Of course it won't be a small amount of money to do something like this, but fortunately I can still make money."
"You—"
Zou Weijun changed the subject, "Once a literary fund is established, we need to find someone to manage it. The manager must not only be very capable, but also willing to devote energy to this matter. I don't want to find a so-called professional. It just so happens that your Uncle Chen is not busy recently and is willing to help me manage this fund."
Ah, this is the reason why Aunt Zou and Chen Tongfu met?
Wen Ying was actually a little disappointed!
On second thought, Zou Weijun doesn't trust anyone but Chen Tongfu. Their friendship is really strong.
"Uncle Chen is so talented, it's a great idea to let him manage the literature fund so it doesn't just go out without any income!"
Wen Ying flattered him, "I'm afraid it will interfere with Uncle Chen's work."
Chen Tongfu shook his head. "I gave myself a long vacation. At first I was happy not having to go to work, but after a while I got bored and wanted to find something to do."
Chen Tongfu has not been working since he left Jinhu.
In fact, if it weren't for Xie Yuping's request, Chen Tongfu would have planned to retire when he quit his last job. Because he owed Xie Yuping a favor, he had to work as a worker at Jinhu for a while.
Wen Ying wanted to ask more about the situation, but was interrupted by Zou Weijun, "Let me take you to eat something. We can talk about the literature fund while we eat."
Wen Ying smiled and nodded, "Okay. Uncle Chen likes to eat. Let's choose a restaurant he likes. This is a way to thank him in advance for his help!"
What do you like to eat?
Chen Tongfu didn't know how to answer this question.
Chen Tongfu usually says, "The guest should follow the host's wishes," and he really doesn't care much about what he eats. In his youth, Chen Tongfu was obsessed with making money. After making enough money, he retired early, but found himself lacking many hobbies and finding retirement life particularly boring, so he returned to help Zou Weijun manage the literary fund.
Without waiting for Chen Tongfu to answer, Zou Weijun said that Chen Tongfu would definitely like the restaurant he chose.
"He likes Huaiyang cuisine."
Chen Tongfu: ...How come I didn’t know I liked Huaiyang cuisine?!
The question was not asked out loud, but the doubt was written on his face.
Zou Weijun was very confident, "We have eaten together many times, and only when we eat Huaiyang cuisine do you look particularly relaxed."
If both hands were not on the steering wheel, Chen Tongfu really wanted to touch his face.
Are you particularly relaxed?
Chen Tongfu stopped talking.
Wen Ying looked at Chen Tongfu and then at Zou Weijun, and also fell silent. She was deeply shocked: Zou Weijun has always been attentive, so it is not surprising that he noticed Chen Tongfu's eating habits, but he knows his eating habits better than Chen Tongfu himself, which is a bit too attentive.
Before, Xie Zhanan was very angry with Mr. Yi.
Wen Ying felt that Xie Zhanan might have chosen the wrong target.
…
"Let me sort this out."
Xie Qian wasn't really trying to sort things out; he just wanted to say something to lighten the mood. "You were originally going to the Junyue to see Ni Sisi. First, you saw my dad at the Junyue, then Mr. Yi, who sends flowers to my mom five times a week, came. Then, my mom pulled you into the car and you met Uncle Chen, who taught her how to trade stocks?"
Wen Ying nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, that's exactly what you summarized! I don't understand Mr. Yi's situation, but I had dinner with Uncle Chen! To be honest, I didn't find out much useful information after the meal. I just feel that Uncle Chen is a good person... Oh, the most important point I almost forgot to mention is that Uncle Chen should be single!"
"How do you know she's single?"
Xie Qian felt a little troubled by his girlfriend's strong curiosity.
Wen Ying said confidently, "Of course it's a combination of observation and questioning! Uncle Chen doesn't wear a wedding ring, and there's no trace of a wedding ring on his hand. When I mentioned my family during dinner, Uncle Chen didn't mention his wife or children."
"Not wearing a wedding ring might be because they don't like it, and not mentioning their family might be because they don't want to mention it."
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