You can make money writing storybooks.
It's foolish not to make money when you can. There's a wise saying: If you don't make money, you're wasting your time.
Sometimes, opportunities may be right in front of you, only to vanish in an instant.
You need to have a keen eye to discover and utilize everything around you to create your own wealth (business empire).
A famous internet saying: People should adapt to changes in their environment, rather than expecting their environment to adapt to them.
Yingbao thought of the Journey to the West, The Legend of Zhen Huan, and the real-life movies she had acted in, which made her feel emotional, grateful, and moved.
Fate can be so mysterious sometimes.
The thought of not having seen any of these kinds of storybooks made her eager to read them.
As soon as he got home, he locked himself in his room and pondered deeply.
Wang Cuihua was very surprised and looked at her third son's wife, Wang Yitong, as if asking what was going on.
Wang Yitong secretly guessed that her daughter had gone back to the house to read storybooks. She had been attracted to them in the bookstore. Now she finally looked a bit like a child. Before, she had acted like a little adult, instructing her mother on how to do this and that, and had learned a lot from her. Wang Yitong was afraid that her daughter would never have any childlike fun, and she had been secretly worried and pondering this.
That's good, no need to overthink it anymore.
Seeing that her third son's wife was stunned and standing there lost in thought, Wang Cuihua knew she hadn't seen the look in her eyes. So Wang Cuihua asked directly, "Tongtong... why didn't Yingbao say anything when she came back? She just skipped and jumped back to her room."
"Weren't you guys going to buy school supplies? Why do I see storybooks here? Are you back in stock? Can you sell them now? Is nobody going to stop you?"
The old lady has sharp eyes; she can even tell that.
Wang Yitong: "Mom, we went and bought them all. Talking about storybooks, it's rare to see your granddaughter Yingbao so engrossed in something that she couldn't take her eyes off it. We lingered for a while, but we bought them all for her."
After hearing this, Wang Cuihua murmured to herself, "That's good...that's good."
With this explanation, Wang Cuihua immediately understood. Her granddaughter Yingbao had rushed back to the house to read storybooks, which was a rare sight!
However, the old lady suddenly remembered something and immediately asked in a low voice, "Tongtong, aren't storybooks contraband? Can we read them now?"
"Mom, the storybooks were available at the end of last year. They existed before, but not openly. Now we have a good leader. The previous one stepped down, along with a bunch of people who used to bully and oppress the villagers. This good leader encourages diversification and focuses on the economy. As long as you don't betray the country or do anything illegal, you can discuss anything, including innovation."
"However, it's best not to be the first to stick your neck out."
Grandma Wang Cuihua had lived with Grandpa for many years and had been influenced by his culture for a long time. Although she didn't know much, she could understand the general meaning. She was just curious how the third son's wife knew such important news.
She wanted to ask, but then she remembered what the old man had said: "Tell her not to meddle in her daughter-in-law's affairs. If she does, she'll only make enemies. Her son has already moved out. Although they sometimes eat together, work together, and help each other, it's their own business, so don't worry about it."
"If our son and daughter-in-law are in trouble, we as parents will definitely help, but don't ask too many questions. You will know when it's your turn to know, and you won't know what you shouldn't know..." Old man Ye Zuwang didn't say the rest, but Wang Cuihua knew what he meant.
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