"Wanzhen, can you find a chance to secretly ask your sister out? I want to meet her." Mrs. Huang pushed Huang Wanzhen away and looked at her pleadingly, "I think your sister had no choice but to follow that Qiu something without any status."
"Qiu Guangrong." Although it wasn't in the investigation report, Huang Wanzhen still told Mrs. Huang Dong, "Qiu Guangrong's father was originally a steward in the Huang Mansion. He was released after his grandfather lost his official position and sought another way out."
"Oh? Our two families have this connection?" Mrs. Huang's face lit up with joy, and she said excitedly, "That's easy. We can send someone to tell Mr. Qiu. Since he used to work for the Huang family, he will at least give him some respect."
Huang Wanzhen shook her head, shattering Mrs. Huang's naiveté. "You saw it that day, too. Qiu Guangrong's attitude was clearly different." After a pause, Huang Wanzhen expressed her suspicions. "He looked like he was deliberately trying to cause us trouble."
"No way?" Mrs. Huang hesitated. "Our family has always been a kind-hearted family. You also said that we let them leave the house in the first place, and we didn't even ask for the ransom money. Why would his family bear a grudge against us?"
Huang Wanzhen's shoulders drooped, the corners of her mouth curled slightly downwards. "Because our family has fallen on hard times and his family has risen on hard times, what other excuses do we need for being bullied when we're weak?"
"Some people like to see those who used to be in high places fall into the mud, because that can satisfy their lack of psychology."
Mrs. Huang was immediately panicked. "What about your sister?"
Huang Wanzhen bit her lip, pondered for a moment, and said seriously, "I'll find a chance to ask her out. You can meet her and ask her what she thinks."
"If she wants to follow Qiu Guangrong, that's fine. You just need to tell her that you will always be her backer. If Qiu Guangrong dares to bully her, just let her come back."
Mrs. Huang clenched her fists and said, "Well, when the time comes, I will support your sister and will not let her become a burden to you."
Huang Wanzhen suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and shook the documents in her hand. "Come on, you only say nonsense like that. You should take care of yourself first."
Huang Dong pouted unconvincedly, "I don't rely on you for support now. I only earn twelve dollars a month."
Huang Wanzhen saw that she was unhappy, and turned around to coax her, "Well, my mother is the best. I heard you say that you are making my sister jealous!"
An indescribable determination appeared on Huang Dong's face. "You are more capable than your sister. Don't be jealous of her. When I make more money in the future, I will support you too."
Wow! She's ambitious! Huang Wanzhen quickly praised her and taught her how to use a dictionary.
The weather in the sixth lunar month is like a baby's face, changing at any moment. It started to rain in the middle of the night. Early the next morning, Huang Wanzhen put on a bamboo hat and practiced boxing in the yard. She went back to the house to change her half-wet clothes. Just as she was about to sit down to eat, Xiao Shitou's voice came from Furongju in front, "Manager! Editor Zhan is calling!"
Without caring about eating, Huang Wanzhen picked up the bamboo hat from the corner and was about to put it on her head, "Wait! Xiuzhu, bring an umbrella to the second young lady. Don't let her newly changed clothes get wet again." Mrs. Huang was afraid that Huang Wanzhen would be too busy to eat, so she picked up a plate of buns from the table and stuffed them into Huang Wanzhen's arms, "It won't take you long to eat a bun."
Huang Wanzhen grabbed the plate, threw away her bamboo hat, went to meet Xiuzhu, took the umbrella, and walked out quickly, "You guys eat, don't wait for me."
Huang Wanzhen put down the phone, her mouth almost grinning from ear to ear.
"What's wrong? Why are you so happy?" Song Wenyin walked in holding an umbrella. Xiao Shitou quickly stepped forward to take it, but Xiuqing glared at him fiercely. Xiao Shitou shrank his neck and quickly handed the umbrella to Xiuqing.
Xiuqing is a big shot now. She is the assistant to the chairman and has taken full control of Song Wenyin's general affairs. Seeing Xiao Shitou stealing her job so blindly, she glared at him and warned him.
"My novel is going to be published as a book. Editor Zhan said he'll come over to sign the agreement with me later." Huang Wanzhen couldn't help but laugh. "Ah! Where there's a will, there's a way. The ancients were right."
Song Wenyin asked curiously, "What novel?"
"Oh! It's called 'The Swordsman', and it's about..." Huang Wanzhen had just begun her story when she was interrupted by Song Wenyin's excited voice, "Ah—, are you Huang Erjie?"
"Oh my God! I'm so stupid! Why didn't I think of it? You and Huang Erjie have the same surname!" Song Wenyin slapped her head hard.
"You've heard of me." Huang Wanzhen picked up the bun on the table and took a big bite. "Why are you here so early today? Do you want some buns?"
Song Wenyin snatched the bun from Huang Wanzhen's hand and threw it back onto the plate in front of Huang Wanzhen's surprised gaze. "How can Second Sister Huang only eat buns? Come on! It's my treat. Order whatever you want."
Arriving at a breakfast shop on the street, Song Wenyin ordered a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick, a sesame pancake, and a plate of braised beef.
Huang Wanzhen really couldn't stand the taste of soy milk, so she ordered a bowl of fried liver, a tripe bun, and a donkey meat hot pot.
"Save some space for lunch!" Song Wenyin drank some soy milk and ate some fried dough sticks.
Huang Wanzhen couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, "You even treated me to lunch at noon!" Today is such a good day.
"Let He Lanshan treat us!" Song Wenyin rolled up her sleeves and said with a smile, "We're both old fans of your novels, starting with 'The Female Prime Minister'. If she knew you were Huang Erjie, she would come over even if it rained knives, not to mention today."
Sure enough, He Lanshan received a call and arrived earlier than Editor Zhan. As soon as she entered the door, she started shouting that she was looking for Huang Erjie.
Song Wenyin pointed to the inner room. He Lanshan cheered, ran into the inner room, and gave Huang Wanzhen a big hug. "Oh! Living Second Sister Huang, warm Second Sister Huang, come home with me."
Huang Wanzhen saw Song Wenyin following behind and quickly called for help, "Pull her away! I don't like women!"
When Editor Zhan arrived, he was followed by a young man in a suit and tie. "This is Mr. Liu Ziwen from Minghua Printing House. This time, Minghua Printing House will be co-printing the book 'Swordsman' with our Xinmin Daily."
"Nice to meet you." Liu Ziwen politely extended his right hand and shook hands with Huang Wanzhen.
After the three of them sat down, Song Wenyin came over with a red lacquered tray, and Xiuqing stood guard beside her like an old hen.
"Hello, Editor Zhan." Song Wenyin put the tray on the table with a smile, and Xiuqing also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh! Hello."
"I made a pot of tea for you, you can try it. I'll sit next to you, so I don't disturb you, okay?" Song Wenyin sat down on the left side of Huang Wanzhen.
Zhan Yongwen smiled gently, "It's no problem."
Then, Zhan Yongwen took out a few documents from his bag and handed them to Huang Wanzhen. "This is our agreement. The profit sharing is based on what we agreed on. If there is no problem, please sign here."
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