Chapter 668 A Letter 5
Wang Xinsheng was pleasantly surprised after hearing what the old leader said. He was happy for Lu Zhiyuan, but he couldn't help laughing at the old leader's expression. "Old leader, if you need money, just let me know. Although my salary is the same as yours, my expenses are not as high as yours. I have a surplus every month, so I can lend you some money."
As a frequent neighbor of the old chief, Wang Xinsheng was very familiar with the old chief’s financial situation.
According to regulations, the old leader should receive the state's first-level salary, which is 630 yuan per month. However, after the three difficult years, the old leader took the lead in reducing his salary, which was directly reduced from the first-level salary to the third-level salary, 405 yuan, a shortfall of 20 cents.
Although the old leader's salary is more than ten times higher than that of an ordinary worker, his various expenses are huge. First of all, there is the ten yuan party dues, the rent for the house and furniture is eighty-four yuan, the living expenses for his sister-in-law are thirty yuan, the children's tuition is fifteen yuan per month, which is thirty yuan for two children, and there are dozens of yuan for heating in winter.
The above are fixed expenses, and other expenses are also not small. Cigarettes cost about 100 yuan per month, tea costs several dozen yuan per month, and food costs about 100 yuan, all of which are paid by the old leader himself. Then, he has to spend money on entertaining guests and taking care of fellow villagers.
With this calculation, the old leader’s salary is almost not enough to spend every month.
Only when he was helping others and had no money left at home would the old leader use the royalties kept in the accounting office, a property that he believed belonged to the country rather than to himself.
"Can you smoke less? Can you drink less tea?" Wang Xinsheng looked unconvinced. "If you say you should eat less, I would believe you."
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When the old leader and Wang Xinsheng heard this, they were both stunned.
Xi Bao counted on her fingers, "Dad earns money, and Mom buys it! Buys fruit, and Grandpa eats it, and Grandma eats it, and Dad eats it, and Mom eats it, and my brother eats it, and my sister eats it, and my baby eats it! The baby eats fruit! The baby eats bags!"
Who wouldn’t feel heart-warming after hearing words like this?
"Who does daddy earn money for? Who does daddy buy fruit for?" The old chief couldn't help teasing him.
The old leader coughed twice and said, "I just need to smoke less and drink less tea."
He would rather smoke and drink tea than eat, this is what the old leader is like.
The old leader felt a little nervous and was about to speak when Xi Bao suddenly exclaimed, tiptoed and patted the old leader's big hand, "Dad makes money, Dad has money, Dad makes money to buy fruit!"
The old leader touched Xi Bao's little head, with a deep smile in his eyes, "This kid has such a sweet mouth!"
"Not only is she sweet-talking, but she's also well-educated!" Wang Xinsheng put the bundle in front of the old leader and raised his chin towards Xi Bao. "She told you that your clothes were torn and her mother made you a new set of clothes. So, she made you a new set of clothes and asked me to send it to you."
The old leader hurriedly said, "How can this be possible? Everyone has a hard time. Old Wang, you should retreat immediately!"
"I made it according to your size, so who are you asking me to return it to? Who is qualified to wear the clothes Xiaoxue made for you? Try them on first to see if they fit you well." Wang Xinsheng said bluntly, "Also, you used to call me Xiao Wang, but why do you call me Lao Wang now? Who is worthy of the title of old in front of you?" He was a dozen years younger than the old leader.
"Xiao Wang is Xiao Wang, you are confusing me with Old Wang who made you and your grandson pee in my washbasin?" said the old chief as he opened the bundle and shook it gently. One of his shoes rolled to the ground first.
(End of this chapter)