Chapter 443: Fire

At this point in his life, probably only his parents are left to consider.

In fact, Huang Hongyuan's condition has stabilized, but he has always been accustomed to preparing for a rainy day, so he has arranged all these funeral affairs.

His body, which had been suffering from the aftereffects of nuclear radiation, now showed almost no problems and only required regular checkups every three months.

In fact, Huang Hongyuan would visit Huang Xinran once a month if conditions permitted, and let Huang Xinran help him with follow-up treatment.

Although Huang Hongyuan only showed up at the courtyard house once a month, he would bring gifts for the children every time he came, and give them varying amounts of New Year's money during festivals.

Huang Xinran had tried to stop him, but Huang Hongyuan continued to do as he pleased.

Later, when he learned that San Niu Niu had bought a house nearby, he also asked people to inquire about it. A few months later, he also bought a house nearby. The area was more than 130 square meters. He was very courageous and directly went to the bank to borrow most of the money to buy the house.

As a result, he just bought the house, and the house price started to soar the next year. In particular, the mortgage interest rate rose to a frightening level.

Of course, this scary news is only for the general public. From Huang Xinran's perspective, although mortgage interest rates are high, they are not as cheap as housing prices!

Even if a house costs a few thousand yuan per square meter, it is still outrageously cheap when compared with the price of tens of thousands of yuan per square meter in later generations.

Even the courtyard house that Huang Xinran lives in, doesn’t anyone among her neighbors say that she bought it at a cheap price?

In just a few years, house prices have more than doubled or tripled.

What is even more interesting is that Huang Xinran renovated the courtyard house just before the policy was implemented. The value of the extra rooms has increased many times.

Huang Xinran herself didn't feel anything.

Real estate is not real estate. If you don’t move it, no matter how high its value is, it is worthless. Because there is no way to convert it into cash, it is naturally worthless.

Because he bought a house, Huang Hongyuan's salary plus subsidies were not enough to pay the mortgage. Fortunately, Huang Zhiye subsidized him openly or secretly, and the most common thing he did was to cover almost all of his three meals a day. This saved a lot of money on living expenses.

Later, Huang Hongyuan's salary increased, and he had a quick mind, so he took advantage of his time at work guarding the warehouse machinery to start writing manuscripts.

At first, Huang Hongyuan just regarded it as a pastime to kill time.

Later, when Huang Xinran came to visit him, he accidentally discovered it. After taking a look at the manuscript, Huang Xinran felt that his second brother had great potential, so he emphasized his guidance several times.

Huang Xinran didn't know much about whether the manuscript was good or not, but she was well-informed. The skills she had learned from reading scripts came in handy at this moment. She didn't know how to write, but she knew what kind of content she wrote would attract readers.

Soon, Huang Hongyuan handed over all the short stories he had written over the years to Huang Xinran and asked him to submit them for publication.

It didn't take long for the news to come out.

I sent out more than ten short stories in total, and three of them were accepted.

The royalties were not much, just over 800 yuan for the three articles, but it gave Huang Hongyuan another way to entertain himself and get rich.

From then on, Huang Hongyuan began to make revisions in a painful and joyful rhythm.

Huang Xinran saw how hard he was working, so he bought him a desktop computer and taught him how to type, allowing him to type on the computer.

Huang Hongyuan's output immediately doubled.

He no longer gave his manuscripts to Huang Xinran for publication, but took the initiative to find websites to submit his manuscripts.

In just one year, he used several pen names to reprint his works many times, and the royalties alone exceeded 10,000 yuan.

Moreover, an editor came to him and wanted to publish a book for him.

Publishing books is naturally another source of income.

He no longer has to worry about not being able to pay back his mortgage and having his property seized by the court.

Two years later, Huang Hongyuan successfully paid off his mortgage ahead of schedule with the money he earned from his writing and the royalties from his books. That day, he made a phone call for the first time and invited all his relatives and friends, including Huang Hongyi who was far away in Q City. Although Huang Hongyi did not come, he just gave him a remittance slip for 50 yuan, which Huang Hongyuan confiscated and returned to him.

Everyone who could come came.

Everyone sat around the fireplace, eating delicious food and caring about Huang Hongyuan's recent situation.

Huang Hongyuan was in high spirits, and for once he did not hide from the crowd, but sat with everyone and ate and drank. Of course, he drank milk, just like the other children.

Huang Hongyuan did not remain silent about his recent situation, but instead talked about his recent changes.

After publishing several works, he became financially comfortable. Huang Zhiye and Liu Zhaodi asked him to quit his job as a security guard and concentrate on writing books.

Huang Hongyuan himself refused.

Although his job didn't pay much, it was a stable source of income. Besides, being a security guard didn't affect his writing. On the contrary, since there were very few people coming to the mechanical warehouse, he could think about the plot in his mind during the rest of his working hours, except for patrolling along the established route in the morning and evening. In other words, there was almost no wasted time.

Naturally, he was reluctant to give up this job.

The next day, Huang Hongyuan went to the notary office and made clear matters regarding whether to keep or go with the house.

He was afraid that if his illness relapsed, he would not be able to explain it to his descendants. So he arranged his funeral affairs in advance to avoid confusion in the future.

Huang Hongyuan's success made Huang Xinran think of asking him to write the script.

After chatting with Huang Hongyuan, he agreed to let her give it a try.

After more than half a month, he called her and said that the general idea of ​​the script had been worked out, and asked Huang Xinran to go over and take a look. After Huang Xinran read the outline and character design, she discussed it with him until late at night, and she left reluctantly only when Zhang Wenbi called her to have dinner.

After returning home, he worked overnight to perfect the character setting. The next morning, he hurried to find Huang Hongyuan and spent two days sorting out all the connections.

All that remains is for Huang Hongyuan to perfect the script and then find someone to shoot it into a movie.

Although Huang Xinran was optimistic about the script, no one could tell whether it would be a success or not. It just so happened that Mr. Hu had two TV series being filmed at the same time. Huang Xinran thought that this was the first script that her second brother had completed, so she found another director who had worked with her before.

When she learned that the script was written by her second brother, she repeatedly promised that she would present the script in its entirety.

Both Huang Xinran and Huang Hongyuan, although they said so, did not think in their hearts that this play could achieve such a good result.

However, this seemingly simple script, after being made into a movie and aired during the Lunar New Year season, hit a new high in ratings. In the following days, the ratings continued to rise.

Only then did Huang Xinran know that the script written by his second brother had become a hit.