Chapter 4141 [Update 1]

This day was a magical day for Qian Shengli and Yang Meirong.

Yang Meirong made a thousand yuan as soon as she reopened after being closed for a month.

A thousand yuan! She had worked in the towel factory for so many years, and her monthly salary was only one hundred and twenty yuan. A thousand yuan was almost her annual salary.

After completing all the procedures, signing the contract, and returning to the sales office, Yang Meirong still felt like she was dreaming.

The house was sold just like that?

Someone actually bought their house?

Are outsiders so easy to fool?

She couldn't help but happily say to another male salesperson at the sales office: "Xiao Ma, I've made an order!"

"No wonder the big boss is playing GG across from the train station. It turns out that someone really saw the GG sign and came to buy a house."

Was she also going to the train station to hand out flyers?

Xiao Ma, who couldn't feel her joy at all and only felt that he had missed two houses: ...

Qian Shengli felt dazed until all the contracts were signed and all the procedures were completed.

First, the author of "The Song Dynasty" that he liked was confirmed to be a girl of fifteen or sixteen, and she looked younger than her ID card.

Secondly, this little girl, with the signing contract and publishing contract of "Wu Xia", bought two houses from him, two!

Once again, the savings in this little girl's passbook added up to more than the total savings of his family. There was nearly 10,000 yuan in the passbook. He only found out about this when he took her to the bank they cooperated with to transfer the money.

Finally, he took the two contracts to the bank and really got the bank loan.

The reason why it was so smooth was that the bank was originally a partner of their company. One reason was that they had an acquaintance. The other reason was that after his brother learned that Xi Meng was in Shanghai, he was also curious about her true identity and helped Jiang Xi to open various certificates.

After arriving at the bank, Editor-in-Chief Qian had been restraining himself from looking at Jiang Xi.

Xi Meng was actually a little girl about the same age as his daughter. Who would believe it if he told others about it?

Even the bank manager who personally handled Jiang Xi's loan business would look at him from time to time. It was hard to believe that the author of "The Great Song" was so young.

Yes, the bank manager was also a reader of "Wu Xia". The readership of "Wu Xia" in Shanghai was so huge.

It was a pity that he had no one to share such amazing gossip with. His life was really lonely. He

went home and told his wife, but she didn't read "Wu Xia" and didn't know who Xi Meng was. She had no interest in it.

After signing the contract, the first thing that Manager Qian thought of was to use the fact that the author of "The Great Song" also bought a house in their real estate project to promote the project. After all, with the sales volume of "Wu Xia" in Shanghai and its huge readership, knowing that the author of "The Great Song" bought a house here would definitely attract a group of people and increase their trust in their real estate project.

But his brother told him very seriously that Jiang Xi's identity and information must be kept confidential.

This incident did not have a big impact on Jiang Xi, 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 Meng Jiang leaks out, there will definitely be other magazines trying to poach her. It is hard to guarantee that Meng Jiang will not be tempted by the high royalties offered by other magazines. After all, Meng Jiang looks very short of money.

The money manager whose deposit is not even as much as a young girl: …

The money manager said, “It’s not just me who knows about this. Manager Zhang from the bank also knows about this.”

Although they have told Manager Zhang that Jiang Jiang’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. The bank and the magazine are not part of the same system. Many magazines that want to dig out information about Xiao Meng are mostly concentrated in Guangzhou. If a few people in a small area know about it, it won't have any impact. But if you want to use Xiao Meng's identity to promote the sale of a house, that's a different story."

Editor-in-Chief Qian frowned. "Do you think you can rest easy now that "Wu Xia" is selling well? It seems that the Guangzhou branch has been closed due to sales. The magazine will not be cancelled for the time being, 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 sales of the magazine agency drop to the previous monthly sales of 500,000 copies, the magazine agency in Guangzhou will inevitably be cancelled. If the Guangzhou branch

is cancelled, do you think my Shanghai branch can escape it? "It's only a matter of time before the entire magazine agency is cancelled.

So although the magazine agency has recovered in recent years and seems to have reproduced their glory in the 1980s, the shadow of cancellation still hangs over their heads.

At this time, in the 1990s, people were shrouded in the shadow of being laid off at any time. Too many factories around them went bankrupt, were acquired, merged, and workers were laid off.

Manager Qian may not care whether Jiang Wu's identity would be leaked, but he would not joke about his brother's work. The popularity of "Song Dynasty" brought to "Wu Xia" not only affected the magazine in Guangzhou, but also had a great impact on the Shanghai branch.

He himself was one of the people who were laid off in middle age during this wave of layoffs. He himself was deeply aware of the difficulties of finding a job in his forties.

He knew the importance of things and would keep Jiang Wu's identity secret.

In fact, Jiang Gui didn't care whether her identity was revealed or not, as long as it didn't get to Jiang's mother's ears. Even if it got to her, it would only be a little troublesome for her. But there are some things. You are used to the other person, so the other person has the capital to make trouble. When you don't care about a person at all, what can the other person use to threaten you?

She just didn't want to conflict with Jiang's mother and be put into the rhythm that Jiang's mother is good at.

What's more, she has an identity that can naturally suppress you in terms of etiquette and law, that is - mother.

When we face someone who makes you have negative energy and emotions, the best way is not to confront, but to stay away from him.

Stay away from people who consume you.

The real estate certificate for the existing house can be obtained now, but the pre-sale house can only be obtained after the house is delivered. Jiang Wu does not have so much time to stay here to apply for various certificates. Moreover, it is the 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 sign the signatures and pay the taxes. This time cannot be put on vacation, because when she is on vacation, they are also on vacation. After the

contracts were signed, Jiang Wu also breathed a sigh of relief and left Shanghai with Grandpa Jiang.

The two-day tour of Shanghai made Grandpa Jiang look radiant and happy. Walking on the road 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 Xi was very happy to see that Grandpa Jiang was in good spirits. She was worried that Grandpa Jiang would be tired from the long journey, but who knew that Grandpa looked more energetic than her.

They left Shanghai at 1pm on the 1st and arrived in Wucheng at around 4pm. Jiang Xi wanted to rent a house for Grandpa Jiang near the school so that Grandpa Jiang would not go back, but Grandpa Jiang was thinking about his old friends and his mountain patrol work, and he insisted on going back instead of staying in Wucheng.

Jiang Xi couldn't persuade him, so he had to say, "Grandpa, this is the preliminary round, there will be a semi-final and the final 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. Hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, "Go, Grandpa will accompany you!"

Jiang Xi immediately made a fuss, "The finals may be in the capital, and I will take you to see Tian'anmen and the Forbidden City then."

Grandpa Jiang seemed to be in front of Tian'anmen right now. Just such an imagination 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. No,

no, I have to go back quickly.

There is a prize of 1,000 yuan in the preliminary round alone. Wouldn't it be more in the final round?

By the way, the fact that the granddaughter received the prize must be kept secret. This cannot be disclosed. But the reward for him to go to Shanghai for a physical examination can be disclosed, right?

The old man was beaming with joy.

Jiang Xi sent Grandpa Jiang back with great concern, and waited for the physical examination report from Shanghai to be sent.

In fact, she knew that what she had to do was not only to give grandpa a physical examination and treat his illness, but also to change his eating habits. No matter how much she talked to him, 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 something and 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 Grandpa to live with her and change his eating habits with her own hands.

It’s not that Grandpa Jiang doesn’t like delicious food, but he’s the only one who cooks every day. A little bit of cooking wastes fuel and firewood, and too much cooking can’t be finished.

If she asked him to come now, he would definitely not come. He couldn’t give up the job of patrolling the mountains and the salary.

The job of patrolling the mountains and the salary are actually his confidence that he doesn’t have to rely on others. If he loses this confidence, he must regain it and let him know that even if he doesn’t patrol the mountains anymore, 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 had to wait until the end of the year and let him get this year's salary, then she would have a chance to persuade (trick) him to come to Wucheng with her. The premise for him to stay was that he knew he could also make money here, or even make more.

This was the key to getting Grandpa to give up his job patrolling the mountains and leave his hometown.

After thinking this through, and seeing that there was still some time before the 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 had to write a few more short stories to send to "Reader", "Youth Digest" and "Zhiyin".

The royalties for "Wuxia" were paid at the end of each 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 in advance.

After leaving the Internet cafe, she hurried to the dormitory and took the kettle to get some water. She found that the kettle was already full, and it was fresh hot water.

Needless to say, it must have been He Xiaofang who filled it.

She kept it in mind and took her books to the classroom.

As soon as Jiang Xi arrived in the classroom, He Xiaofang was the first to notice her and waved to her excitedly. Just seeing the pure joyful smile on He Xiaofang's face, Jiang Xi 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 Xi, the two smiled at each other. Jiang Xi also smiled and waved to the other roommates in the dormitory, and sat down in her seat.

As soon as the bell for evening self-study rang, the head teacher, Mr. Wang, walked into the classroom with a model-like pace and a stack of test papers in his hand.

He handed the test papers to the English class representative and asked him to pass the test papers to the four group leaders in English, body language and gestures, and let the group leaders pass them out.

He stood on the podium with a beaming face, and did not say whether they did well in the exam (Mr. Wang was very confident. How could the students he taught not do well in the exam?), nor did he say whether other classes did well in the exam (anyway, they would definitely not do as well as their class). He just raised the corners of his lips and said in English and Chinese: "This time, there is still one person in our class who got a perfect score!"

Everyone turned their heads in the direction of Jiang Liu.

"Yes, ah, it's still her." Teacher Wang was like telling a crosstalk, the corners of his lips raised more deeply, still with that fake smile, but everyone could see that the head teacher was in a good mood: "The only one in the whole school who got a perfect score."

After saying that, Teacher Wang calmly picked up the test paper: "Now let's talk about the test paper."

When the second evening self-study class started, the math teacher also came with his test paper. The

math teacher was very different from the head teacher, Teacher Wang. He was a serious and fierce teacher. He was so-called awe-inspiring without anger, and that was exactly what he was like.

He stood on the podium, not saying a word, but scanning the class with a stern gaze. After everyone in the class was as quiet as a chicken, he picked up a test paper and read it out: "He Xiaofang." He paused: "Seventy-seven."

He shook the test paper and threw it on the table of 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 read out seemed to be trembling in their hearts. They lowered their heads in shame under the extremely oppressive gaze of the math teacher, and returned to their seats with their heads down, holding the test paper, not daring to raise their heads.

When she realized that she had ranked last in the class in math, He Xiaofang burst into tears and buried her head in her arms.

This situation occurred not only 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 classes to discuss the monthly exam papers. The atmosphere in every class was very heavy, including the experimental class.

The head teacher of the experimental class came into the classroom with the math test papers he was in charge of. The first thing he talked about was not the test papers he was in charge of, but the total scores of this exam.

"The results of this monthly exam are out." He looked around the class and said, "Class 1 and Class 2, one is the experimental class, and the other is the elite class. These two classes have always been the key classes for the school to focus on training. All the students were admitted based on the top 120 of your high school entrance examination scores. You know this, right?"

He looked at all the quiet students in Class 1 and said in a calm tone, "According to your scores, I think, even if our class can't take the top 60 in the grade, the top 10 in the grade are all 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 with a distressed tone: "The top 10 in the grade this time! A student from Class 3 sneaked in."

The monthly exam is different from the initial test at the beginning of the school year. It tests everything that students have learned in the past month since the beginning of the school year, and there is very little knowledge from junior high school.

Jiang Gui did not review the textbooks from junior high school, but has been reviewing high school knowledge. With the teachers' lectures this month, the memories that were forgotten with the passage of time are gradually revived, and the knowledge that was returned to the teachers in the past is also gradually picked up. And because he has learned it once before, his understanding is more profound.

As a result, in the last baseline test, her scores in other subjects were just average, but in this monthly test, her scores soared.

This is also one of the reasons why the head teacher, Mr. Wang, is in such a good mood.

"I went to see her high school entrance examination results when she enrolled. She was just barely on the line to get into No. 1 Middle School." The head teacher of the experimental class had a blank expression on his face. "I also looked at the scores of the baseline test

at the beginning of the school year. Except for the outstanding English score, the others were all average." "But why?" The head teacher of the experimental class tapped the podium heavily with his fingers: "Why can such an ordinary and mediocre student have such a big improvement in his grades just one month after the start of school!"

"And you!" He knocked on the podium again, feeling distressed: "Why are the top students who should have far surpassed others being surpassed by such an ordinary and mediocre student in the parallel class?"

"Why is that?"

The head teacher of the experimental class gave them the answer directly: "That's because they are more hardworking and diligent than you! They study in the dormitory until the lights go out after evening self-study every day. After the lights go out, they still study under the covers with flashlights!"

"With such hard work and effort, how can their grades not improve? How can their grades not be good?"