"Uncle, do you know that spreading rumors is illegal? My old classmate is already a celebrity, and she's a girl. Her reputation is much more valuable than mine. If she wants to call the police, I won't help you."
Song Shao was so rude to Song Foxiang, but Song Foxiang was not surprised at all. He grumbled and tried to talk back. Song's father glanced at his troubled brother and said, "Okay, stop teasing Xiao Shao. He knows how to plan for the future better than you do. It's impossible for him to have a girlfriend now."
Except for Song Foxiang, all members of the Song family are very responsible.
Song Foxiang pursues women based solely on his feelings, but when Song Shao has different feelings for the opposite sex, he will definitely consider the future and will not put girls in a difficult position.
Song Shao's future is uncertain now, and his father believes that his son will not just have a girlfriend.
Song's father, in turn, warned Song Foxiang, forbidding him to brag about Song Chan's admission to Yale. "Too much is as bad as too little. Don't you understand such a simple truth? Xiaochan only has a good starting point. She needs a father's support to reach her future heights. Forget about anything else. Calculate how much it will cost for her to complete her studies in the United States. Are you prepared to spend that money?"
Of course I'm not ready.
Song Foxiang, whose bones were hanging in the air, had his lifeline strangled by his own brother.
Although Yale has scholarships for international students, they can only cover major expenses such as tuition, room and board, and insurance. Song Chan's other miscellaneous expenses still need to be provided by Song Foxiang.
Girls always have to buy clothes.
Everyone has a car, so shouldn't Song Chan have one?
Even though many of the expenses were unnecessary, Song Foxiang was willing to give more than he was willing to cut. Song Chan was so beautiful, but she didn't have enough money. What would she do if she was cheated by those rich second-generation students studying abroad with small favors?!
Song Chan was a simple lover, and no matter how many relationships she had, Song Foxiang would always support her. After all, love is like the wind, coming and going quickly. Without a few relationships, how could Song Chan know what she wanted?
It’s okay to like foreign boys’ muscles, and it’s not shameful to date for the sake of beauty, but it’s absolutely not okay for rich second-generations to use money in exchange for dating. Dating for money is trampling on Song Chan’s personality!
The more Song Foxiang thought about it, the more worried he became: "Brother, do you mean I still have to work harder to make money?"
Can I sell the house?!
This idea was unanimously rejected by Song Shao and his son. Father Song was troubled. "Besides this extreme method of cutting off your own retreat, can't you think of any other solution? Can you be more ambitious in your career, such as becoming editor-in-chief again?"
The editor-in-chief's salary is much higher than that of an ordinary editor.
But that is only limited to consumption in Chengdu.
The United States is a place where dollars are spent!
A monthly salary of 5,000 Chinese yuan is not much when converted into US dollars.
It is too difficult for one person to support an international student by working for a fixed salary.
The great poet Song, who never bowed to money, became depressed in an instant.
——Maybe calling my ex-wife now and saying I need her support is a way out?
Song Shao was speechless: "Uncle, you are willing to swallow your pride and accept the support of my former aunt, why haven't you thought about picking up your pen and writing again? You have the fame you earned before, and you have publishing resources that others can't access. If you study the market a little, you can write a book with average sales, not to mention a million-selling book like Wen Ying. It shouldn't be a problem to write a book with average sales."
Song Foxiang glared: "You said I am not as good as a little girl like Wen Ying?"
Song Shao smiled.
Writing requires a certain level of experience. Song Foxiang is undoubtedly a veteran in the literary world, but the market just doesn't recognize him.
There is nothing shameful about writing for money, and it is legitimate to make money with your own talent. It is a hundred times nobler than the behavior of cousin Wen Ying who morally blackmails others!
Well, when it comes to literary attainments, Song Foxiang will never admit defeat, but when it comes to grasping the market, few people dare to teach Wen Ying now -
Ah, having to bow his head and ask for advice from a little girl, Song Foxiang felt that he had made a huge sacrifice. But his nephew Song Shao said something sarcastic: "You don't even know whether she is willing to help you, and you are still saying bad things about her behind her back today..."
Song Foxiang finally jumped up from his seat. "Don't talk nonsense! I didn't say anything bad about her! I didn't even mention her by name as your girlfriend. You're both high school seniors taking the college entrance exam next year. Your priority right now is studying. How can you be distracted by premature love?"
——Very good, this is also very Songfo Township, the unruly wind can blow in any direction it wants!
…
Wen Ying didn't know that the great poet Song had already succumbed to reality and was planning to ask for advice from her, a junior who had entered the industry lately.
When Wen Ying returned to the fruit shop from Song Shao's community, Zhu Meiqun and his wife had already reached a consensus: Wen Ying's uncle should resign as soon as possible and come to Chengdu to run the fruit shop with Zhu Meiqun!
Uncle Wen sighed with a hint of regret: "I've worked in the winery for so many years, and I really don't want to leave!"
Wen Dongrong said with a smile, "Brother, when I asked you to work at the winery, you said you were reluctant to leave the two acres of land in your hometown. Later, you adapted very well to working in the city."
That’s true.
More than a decade ago, who would dare to give up farming? Farmers would feel insecure if they stopped farming. At that time, Uncle Wen was very afraid that he would lose face for his younger brother Wen Dongrong if he did not do a good job at the winery, and he was also afraid that Wen Dongrong would owe others favors that he could not repay.
Zhu Meiqun wanted to send his son Wen Kai to school in the city, so Uncle Wen gritted his teeth and put down his hoe to become a worker.
Now I am repeating the choice I made back then, giving up stability and working hard again for a better life.
Water flows to the low places, and people go to the high places.
From the countryside to the county town is one step, and from the county town to the provincial capital is another step.
Wen Dongrong was very happy tonight. He called his younger brother Wen Changlin and told him that the three brothers should get together for a few drinks to celebrate the great event that all three brothers of the old Wen family had come to the provincial capital to develop their careers.
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