I wish I could run even faster, in case I get silenced.
Watching Lao Zhao's disheveled retreating figure, Ye Wanying clicked her tongue twice: "How can the instructor be so cowardly?"
How can you not be timid when facing your man?
The commander was gentle with his sister-in-law and nephew, but he treated everyone else, even women, with the same coldness as autumn leaves falling in the wind.
Besides, it was my own fault for having a brain fart and mentioning one of the most taboo names in front of the leader.
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The next day, Ye Wanying took her son to the market early in the morning.
Yesterday, Bai received the payment for his last article from the newspaper, along with a contract for a long-term collaboration.
Ye Wanying considered it for a long time and felt it was still feasible.
You can take care of your child and work at the same time, and you don't have to show your face when writing articles. The contract period is also short, only one year. If you don't want to continue after that, you don't have to renew the contract!
So, after signing his name on the contract that the newspaper had already signed in the morning, he brought his son to the market.
The last time I wrote a 50,000-word short story, I received nearly 3,000 yuan in royalties. This was because the newspaper didn't publish it in a magazine, but instead gave it to me as a book. So, the royalties plus the copyright fees made it this much.
After arriving at the market, the mother and son found the post office with practiced ease. They had been there several times already and had long since figured out how to get around it.
She sent two copies in total. One copy was the contract, which she sent to the Kyoto newspaper office. The other copy was sent back to her hometown. Although her family had built a house and there might still be some money left, Ye Wanying couldn't bear to see her parents suffer financial losses. So, she sent the contract along with two hundred yuan to her family.
At least for the next few months, the elderly couple will have no problem with their living expenses and can even buy some winter cotton and cotton-padded coats.
After mailing the check, Ye Wanying took her son out of the post office and went to the bank next door, now called a credit union, to cash the three thousand yuan check and deposit it into her private account. Only then did she take her son out to shop to her heart's content.
If she could, Ye Wanying could simply put the money in her spatial storage, which would be safer than a bank. But just as that man said, if anyone had any doubts, this would be solid evidence.
All income and expenses are clearly recorded by the bank.
Ye Wanying now has two bankbooks in her space, one for herself and one for that man. Even without counting the money she earned from the black market, she is now a true millionaire.
However, this amount of money is still not enough to buy a house in a city like B.
"Keep working hard and buy a house as soon as possible. My biggest wish is to be a landlady, where I don't have to do anything and can just sit and collect money."
Ye Wanying was unaware of her own thoughts, and everything she was thinking was already out in her head.
Tuanzi looked at Ye Wanying with a blank expression: "Mommy, what is 'bao zhu po'?"
Forehead.....
Along the way, Ye Wanying briefly recounted the plot of the movie "Kung Fu" to her son as a story.
Sure enough, the kid is his mother's biological son, and his thoughts are exactly the same as his mother's: "Mommy, Mommy, I want to be a sow too."
Wow, that sounds amazing!
Ye Wanying couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Okay, from now on, our Tuanzi will be the landlady."
But, Tuanzi, you'll definitely regret your thoughts and words now when you grow up.
At the market, the mother and son bought many more things. While browsing in the department store, Ye Wanying took a fancy to a suit for boys, a suit style with a bow tie, and stopped in her tracks.
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