Sheng An Ning took the seal with some embarrassment, and somehow became the head of the family.
After Zhou Nanguang gave the seal, he was afraid that Sheng An Ning would be embarrassed, so he quickly turned around and left.
Sheng An Ning didn't even have the chance to refuse, she nodded An An's little head and said, "You are such a greedy little cat."
An An laughed happily, holding the soda bottle. This way her mother would have money, and she could buy lots of soda in the future.
Sheng An Ning had no choice but to keep the seal and return it to Zhou Nanguang when she had the chance.
Zhou Hongyun saw this scene in the kitchen. When she came out to pour water, she saw Sheng Anning looking embarrassed, and smiled: "Your father gave it to you, so you should keep it. He usually worries that you don't have enough money to raise your children."
Sheng An Ning scratched his head: "I'm not very good either, forget it, I'll give it to Zhou Shixun tonight and let him take care of it."
Zhou Hongyun sighed, "The most pitiful person in the family right now is your dad. You all have your own families, and you are paired up with a companion, but your dad is the only one who goes in and out, and he has a good relationship with your mom. Alas, unlike me, my dad used to beat me when he was alive, but when he died, I didn't shed a single tear."
As they talked, the topic changed and she started talking about her own past.
Sheng An Ning looked at the child and listened patiently. After her mother-in-law passed away, there was no one to listen to Zhou Hongyun talking about these trivial things every day, and she felt uncomfortable.
In the evening, Sheng Anning gave the seal to Zhou Shixun and asked him to find time to return it to Zhou Nanguang.
Zhou Shixun didn't take it: "Since it was given to you by your father, you should take it. If you don't take it, he will feel uncomfortable."
After thinking for a while, he said, "You can help Dad save the money. When Luancheng and Xiaowan get married, you can give the money to them."
Sheng An Ning thought about it and it made sense: "This is good, I can feel more at ease if I accept Dad."
Go and lock the stamp in the drawer of the bedside table to prevent the four kids from rummaging around in it and taking it out to play with it and losing it.
Zhou Shixun hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but speak: "You don't have to be too frugal, just buy whatever you want, and you don't need to save the money for An An and the others' soda."
Sheng An Ning straightened up and looked at Zhou Shixun confidently: "No, this is not the era where a small investment can bring a big return. It's not easy to make money, so we have to spend it frugally. Don't underestimate a dime or two. With four children in our family, we can save several dime a day, which is more than ten yuan a month."
He became more and more serious as he spoke: "What if it's a year? Isn't it only one or two hundred a year? Saving a hundred or two hundred here and there will be a huge sum of money."
She nodded as she spoke, feeling that what she said made a lot of sense. Although she was not good at business, she was still very good at financial management.
Zhou Shixun remained silent. Sheng Anning had a lot of twisted ideas and he couldn't argue with her, so he just agreed.
Sheng An Ning put away her things and told her plan again: "I'm going to meet the editor of the publishing house tomorrow to see if we can have a long-term and stable cooperation model."
That way the income would be much more stable, and with the food coupons and money given by the school every month, a lot could be saved.
Zhou Shixun had no objection: "Don't worry too much. If you don't have enough money, you can borrow some later."
Sheng An Ning had no habit of borrowing money to live. She had lived a comfortable life since she was a child, so she would never ask for money from others. Even in this era, if she was short of money, she would find a way to make money herself, and she was not willing to borrow money from others.
I always feel that no matter how good the relationship is, as soon as you borrow money, you instantly become inferior to the other party.
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The next morning, Sheng Anning watched the four children finish their meal. Zhou Nanguang and Zhou Hongyun took them out to play while she went to a publishing house not far from home.
This was still the era of print media, and working in a publishing house was still a very glamorous profession.
The treatment was pretty good at that time, and since it was a cultural place, the people working there all had a sense of nobility and a sense of being untainted by worldly things.
Sheng Anning was stopped at the gate. The mailroom man questioned her carefully, as if he was afraid of letting a spy in. After seeing Sheng Anning's student ID, he let her in and said, "Come out quickly."
Sheng An Ning nodded repeatedly and ran in.
I asked my way up to the second floor and found the foreign language publishing office. It was a small office with seven or eight three-drawer tables. There was someone at each table, either drinking tea or reading a newspaper.
There was also a woman with high cheekbones who was knitting a sweater while talking to the person sitting next to her.
Sheng An Ning looked around the door before knocking gently: "Excuse me, is Editor-in-Chief Wang here?"
Someone looked up, saw that it was someone they didn't know, and then lowered their heads to do what they were supposed to do. The woman with high cheekbones raised her eyebrows and glanced at Sheng An Ning, then put down her sweater with a gossipy look and stood up: "What do you want to talk to Editor-in-Chief Wang about?"
Sheng Anning smiled and said, "I have something to discuss about work."
The woman with high cheekbones looked him up and down several times, with hooks in her eyes and an uncomfortable light. She pulled the corners of her mouth, as if she didn't believe it, and said indifferently: "In the next office, you can go over."
Sheng An Ning clearly saw contempt in the woman's eyes, but was a little puzzled, where did this contempt and disdain come from? She still said thank you and went to the next office.
After just a few steps, I could hear whispering in the office. I could vaguely hear some kind of vixen-like voice, and it didn't sound good.
Sheng An Ning frowned and decided to wait until he finished his work.
I knocked on the door and a baritone voice from inside called out, "Come in."
Sheng An Ning entered the room. There were only two desks in the office. Now, only one of them was occupied, and it was piled with books and various papers.
Sitting behind the desk was a man wearing glasses, in his thirties and very gentle.
Sheng Anning took a look and asked uncertainly, "Excuse me, is this Editor-in-Chief Wang?"
The gentleman nodded and stood up: "I am, what do you want from me?"
Sheng Anning quickly said the pen name she used before: "I am Jiandan."
Wang Wenbin's distant eyes immediately became enthusiastic: "You are simple? Hello, hello, I have always known that you are in Beijing, and I have been wondering when I can meet you."
She extended her hand enthusiastically, and Sheng An Ning touched it lightly: "It's a bit presumptuous to come here without saying hello."
Wang Wenbin smiled and said, "No, no, I can't even say welcome. Please sit down first. I'll go get you some tea."
He went to find tea leaves and cups, and while brewing tea, he said, "I wanted to send you an invitation letter before. The publishing house will have a writers' gathering next month, and there will be some foreign-language publications and translation authors."
"Although you haven't produced many works, your error rate is the lowest..."
As they were talking, the half-closed office door was kicked open, and someone shouted angrily: "Wang Wenbin!!"
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