Chapter 167 I don’t want to be a worker in this workshop anymore!
Ji Jinliang saw through Song Yunting's trick at a glance, his eyes shone with a bit of cold starlight, and he said with a fake smile: "You are the only son of Old Song, and you can be said to be the only remaining incense of the Song family. How can I snatch you away and make you my son?
Besides, I don’t lack a son! ”
Song Yunting felt as if he was slapped in the face.
He couldn't help but get angry and embarrassed, but he never dared to get angry at Ji Jinliang.
"Uncle Ji, I'm kidding. You already have two outstanding sons, Brother Ji and Xiang Yuan. How could you possibly recognize me as your godson?
I just want to ask you..."
Ji Jinliang was already very impatient, so he stood up and acted as if he was seeing someone off.
"Young people should know how to be content! I know exactly what you are thinking.
I take back my last promise. I will not provide you with any financial or material assistance in the future..."
Hearing this, Song Yunting felt as if Ji Jinliang was kicking him in the heart.
He was her father's only comrade-in-arms, why shouldn't he support him?
Ji Jinliang looked at Song Yunting and continued, "But after you go to college, I can help you find a few part-time jobs. I believe that with your ability, as long as you work hard, you will be able to earn enough living expenses and tuition fees!"
Song Yunting was so angry that he clenched his teeth.
He hasn't even gone to college yet, but Ji Jinliang wants him to work. Who the hell is he looking down on?
Song Yunting couldn't stand it any longer and blurted out, "Uncle Ji, are you going to go back on your word? Are you going to cancel your promise to give me thirty yuan a month?"
"Yes.
Because I have thought of a better way to help you. ”
Song Yunting pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Uncle Ji, Qiao Yanxin didn't want you to help me, right? She is really childish. She wants to kill me because of a small misunderstanding."
Ji Jinliang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said bluntly: "This is my own decision, and it has nothing to do with Yan Xin!
It’s not shameful for college students to work part-time and earn money through their own labor! ”
Song Yunting is just too vain. He is poor but still pretentious.
He was not afraid of the hard work of making money, but he was afraid that his college classmates would look down on him if they knew that he had to rely on part-time jobs to pay his tuition.
College life is a brand new beginning for him.
He didn't want to be looked down upon again.
Song Yunting clenched his fists and said angrily: "University is a temple for learning knowledge, not a farm for training low-level labor!
Uncle Ji, will you also let Qiao Yanxin and Ji Xiangyuan work as low-level laborers while they are in college? ”
Ji Jinliang didn't bother to argue with him: "Xiang Yuan and Yan Xin are from the Ji family, so naturally they are treated differently!
Yun Ting, you are just the son of my comrade-in-arms, not my son!
I can only help you so much! ”
Song Yunting: “…”
Ji Jinliang, are you a member of the Ji family superior to others?
What’s so great about your Ji family?
Ji Jinliang: "Yun Ting, go back!
I have a meeting this afternoon, so I won’t keep you here! ”
As he spoke, he picked up the phone and called the gate of the family compound, saying rudely, "Don't let anyone in!"
He was obviously warning Song Yunting not to come to him again.
After hanging up the phone, he turned and walked upstairs.
Looking at Ji Jinliang's straight and indifferent back, Song Yunting was extremely annoyed.
He gritted his teeth and walked out of the Ji family's door.
Song Yunting returned home with a rage. Seeing Zhou Huifang steaming another pot of mixed flour buns, his face became even uglier. He complained, "Mom, can't you add two more bowls of black flour to the mixed noodles?"
Mixed noodles are the cheapest, and Zhou Huifang now only steams mixed noodle buns.
But the mixed flour buns were prickly in the mouth and burned the stomach, so Song Yunting really couldn't eat them.
Zhou Huifang cursed, "Are those snobbish people from the Ji family giving you a cold shoulder again?
Isn't it just that their family has some filthy money?
What’s so great about it? ”
Song Yunting: "Ji Jinliang regretted it and said that after I go to college, he will find me a few part-time jobs so that I can earn my tuition and living expenses."
Zhou Huifang flew into a rage, and cursed with her hands in her hands: "Isn't that bastard Ji Jinliang a shabby person?
Last time he said he would find you a job, but he ended up finding you a job as a waiter. I think when you go to college, he will at most find you a low-class job like a waiter, doorman, or sweeper..."
After she said this, Song Yunting's face became even uglier.
Zhou Huifang asked again: "Then does what he said about transferring me to the office as a cadre still count?"
"He told you to wait two more days..."
Zhou Huifang curled her lips and cursed, "Humph, this is the only practical thing he has done for our family!"
He added: "Don't worry, son. The Ji family is very wealthy. Even a hair of ours is enough for us to live on.
As long as we are willing to use our brains and save face, I don’t believe we can’t get money from the Ji family…”
Song Yunting said "hmm", washed his face and went to work in the western restaurant.
…
After filling out the application form, Qiao Yanxin couldn't wait to rush back to Beijing to take care of Ji Yanli.
Unexpectedly, Bai Yue'e called her and asked her to go to the publishing house as soon as possible.
Lu Zhengheng recovered well. Lu Jianguo stayed in Jing City to take care of him, and Bai Yue'e returned to Yuncheng first.
Qiao Yan hurried to the publishing house, and Bai Yue'e said excitedly: "Yanxin, the prototype of the stage play "The Last Bullet" has been arranged, and it is expected to start performing next month.
That’s the first good thing. ”
Qiao Yanxin said in surprise: "That's great, I really want to see what the stage performance looks like earlier.
Aunt Bai, is there a second good thing? ”
Bai Yue'e: "Compared to the first good thing, the second good thing is even more surprising.
Because the short stories you wrote are so popular, the leadership team of the publishing house did some research and decided to compile all the short stories into a volume and publish it as a book. It will definitely be a best-seller. ”
Qiao Yanxin was immediately overjoyed and exclaimed, "Really? That's great!"
She was used to clear accounts with her brothers, so she asked, "Aunt Bai, how do I split the proceeds from book sales with the publisher?"
Bai Yue'e smiled with her eyebrows curved.
"Yanxin, I like your frankness.
40% to 60% of the book revenue, 60% to you and 40% to the publisher.
How about it? ”
If it is a new author, the publishing house will generally choose to split the profits 50-50.
Although Qiao Yanxin is very well-known, his fame is limited to Yuncheng. After the short stories are published, they must be sold not only to the people of Yuncheng, but also to people across the country. yes
After careful consideration, the publishing house decided to give Qiao Yanxin 60% of the profits.
In fact, this division is very fair.
Qiao Yanxin agreed immediately.
"Aunt Bai, thank you."
Bai Yue'e: "Don't be polite with me.
Yanxin, please hurry up and write a few more high-quality manuscripts.
These articles will not be published in the newspaper column, but will be included in the book, which can be regarded as an exclusive benefit for readers who buy the book. ”
"No problem, I'll write it when I get back."
Qiao Yanxin decided to stay up late tonight to write two or three articles, and continue writing the remaining manuscripts after arriving in Beijing tomorrow.
She missed Ji Yanli so much and wanted to rush over to be with him as soon as possible.
…
That afternoon, Zhou Huifang met Director Wang from the office at the factory.
Director Wang smiled and said to her, "Huifang, congratulations! You have to buy us a drink."
Zhou Huifang's eyes lit up and she said happily, "Director Wang, did the document for my job adjustment come down?"
"Huifang, you are well-informed. You heard about it right after the leadership team's meeting. You are amazing.
But don’t tell anyone about it for now. The document hasn’t been sent out yet. I’m afraid someone will be jealous of you! ”
Director Wang gave a few instructions and walked away with his hands behind his back.
Zhou Huifang was very proud. What she wanted was the envy, jealousy and hatred of others.
He immediately ran into the workshop happily.
The team leader said dissatisfiedly: "Zhou Huifang, you went to the toilet for more than 40 minutes. Do you want to quit working?"
Zhou Huifang pulled off her hat and threw it on the ground, shouting, "I really don't want to do this anymore!"
Her noisy voice immediately attracted the attention of a group of workers.
Several female workers came over and asked in confusion: "Huifang, are you trying to turn the tables? Where else can you go after leaving the workshop?"
"Hey, you asked me where I was going?
I tell you, I'm going to work as a cadre in the office!
From now on, I, Zhou Huifang, will be different from you bunch of sweaty country bumpkins!
No more three shifts, no more night shifts!
I am just like those cadres, drinking a cup of tea and reading a newspaper, sitting with my legs crossed all day long!
I make five dollars more than you every month!
Are you envious? Are you jealous?
Ha ha ha ha! ”
Looking at Zhou Huifang's smug face, the other female workers were naturally envious.
But there are also people who doubt it.
Team leader: "Zhou Huifang, is your information reliable?
Has the file been sent? ”
Zhou Huifang patted her chest and said proudly, "Nonsense! You asked an unnecessary question!
I just met Director Wang in the office, and Director Wang told me the good news in person!
What? Are there any of you who are dissatisfied?
Humph, I will never come back to this crappy workshop again!
You guys take your time with your work, I have to go pick out an office desk and chair! ”
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