It's tricky!
What level of show-off can surpass the "Yale" sign?
For a moment, Wen Dongrong wanted to throw out Wen Ying's top trump card of investing 10 million in Tianjiao!
Only this, only this can compete with "Yale"... However, when Old Wen turned his head slightly, he met Wen Ying's warning eyes.
The father and daughter only have a tacit understanding at times like this. Wen Dongrong understood Heixinmian's eyes.
Regardless of the consequences of pretending to be cool, Wen Ying still lets Lao Wen choose to receive the two thousand yuan of filial piety money every month!
The former is a momentary pleasure, while the latter is a constant pleasure.
Wen Dongrong swallowed his momentary boasting with difficulty and decided to switch to a Versailles track:
"Yale, what's its world ranking this year?"
Song Foxiang was quite proud of himself: "It's only ranked 11th in the world, down three places from last year."
In 2006, Yale University was ranked eleventh in the world.
In 2005, Yale University was ranked eighth in the world.
grass!
Wen Dongrong cursed in his heart, his mind racing, and he looked at Wen Ying again, considering whether he should brag on the spot about applying to Harvard in the future. Wen Ying glared at him.
Silent warning!
Serious warning!
Pocket money deduction warning!!
Wen Dongrong felt a pity in his heart, but he nodded slightly, as if he were giving a report in a meeting. "The ranking is quite high. Hmm, that's pretty good. Studying abroad is not cheap, right? Editor Song, are you under any financial pressure?"
There is nothing wrong with what he said, but what is wrong is Wen Dongrong's attitude. It sounds like he cares, but when you think about it carefully, it seems so weird.
On the road to Versailles, Song Foxiang is, after all, a newbie who has just started on the road. He is not as experienced as Lao Li. If Lao Li were there, his alarm level would definitely be raised to the maximum.
Song Foxiang suppressed his slight discomfort and was thankful that Wen Dongrong was cooperative in steering the conversation in the direction he expected. He immediately climbed up the ladder:
"Song Chan applied for a scholarship. Everything else is fine, but she's not that well-off for daily expenses. I'm still thinking of earning more at home so she can have more freedom abroad! In a capitalist country, how can you survive without money? Isn't that right?"
Song Foxiang glanced at Wen Ying out of the corner of his eye.
I have explained it so clearly, Wen Ying should understand it, right?
Wen Ying certainly didn't understand the great poet Song's train of thought. In fact, Wen Ying didn't even understand why Song Foxiang came to dinner with Song Shao today!
Wen Dongrong heard something and immediately seized the opportunity:
"It's a pity Wen Ying has no intention of going abroad, otherwise I would have really consulted Editor Song today. Hey, you know, kids these days are so independent, especially now that she's successful in writing books and doesn't rely on me or her mother for her living expenses, so we have even less control over her!"
Does this mean that although Yale is ranked very high, Wen Ying can definitely go there as long as she wants to?
Or does the Wen family not even take Yale seriously and think that Wen Ying can apply to a higher-ranked prestigious university?
On the one hand, Song Chan needs Song Foxiang to earn money to cover her overseas expenses, while on the other hand, Wen Ying has already achieved a certain degree of "financial freedom" through writing books. Compared to this, isn't Song Chan far inferior to Wen Ying?!
There is no comparison like this!
There is nothing wrong with comparing literary achievements and academic achievements.
Can the derivative wealth created by literary achievements be compared with academic achievements?
He is indeed a vulgar old-timer in the government!
Even if we can compare the two on the same level, the royalties Wen Ying earned from writing books would not be enough to get her into Yale - money can indeed open the door to Ivy League schools, but considering the exchange rate between the Chinese dollar and the US dollar, the royalties Wen Ying earned are obviously not enough.
Song Foxiang's long hair fluttered in the wind. He was about to use all his life's knowledge to engage in a verbal battle with Wen Dongrong. If he didn't scold Wen Dongrong to death, he wouldn't be called Song. But another young man named Song at the dinner table reminded him before the situation completely collapsed:
"Uncle, eat more food."
Song Shao put the food into Song Foxiang's bowl and said, "After my cousin went abroad, no one supervised you to eat well. You must take good care of yourself. My cousin still needs your full support abroad!"
Wen Ying warned Lao Wen with her eyes, and Song Shao's warning to Song Foxiang was just a verbal warning.
Now I’m having a huge fight with Wen Ying’s father. How can I ask Wen Ying for advice after today’s meal?
A momentary show-off and competition as well as making money through open-source means Song Chan lives a better life in the United States. Song Shao lets Song Foxiang make his own choice!
Song Foxiang was so disgusted that he almost vomited.
He is a great poet who dares to fight with the big boss!
Editor-in-chief of a magazine?
cut!
Song Foxiang can just say no if he wants to. There is no essential difference between being the editor-in-chief and being a junior editor.
But Song Foxiang couldn't give up his daughter.
When divorcing his ex-wife, Song Foxiang fought hard for custody of his daughter. He was not afraid that his ex-wife would treat his daughter badly, but he was afraid that his ex-wife's "stepfather" would treat his daughter badly after she remarried.
He should have been the free and unrestrained wind. He regretted giving up the entire forest for a tree and getting married early and entering the cage of marriage... But things in the world are so helpless. Marriage can be dissolved, and if children are born during the marriage, the children cannot be put back!
That fair and soft little girl became the rope that bound Song Foxiang, making his life after the divorce very restrictive.
For the sake of his daughter, Song Foxiang can choose not to remarry.
For the sake of his daughter, Song Foxiang could swallow his pride and write for her.
For the sake of his daughter, Song Foxiang would even act like a gun in other people's hands, pretending to be crazy and disrupting the party.
For the sake of his daughter, he has to pick up his hobby of writing and make money from writing!
Seeing Wen Dongrong's smug face, Song Foxiang felt very disgusted, but he actually endured it. He drank the glass of wine on the table and said dry words under the influence of alcohol to ease the atmosphere:
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