That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 144 Wen Leyu: I want to earn proofreading fees
"How many days have you been practicing blindly?"

Wen Qingsheng took aim at Wen Guohua.

Wen Guohua immediately said: "Dad, Li Ye is being humble. I went to Qu University today and saw the interrogation materials with my own eyes.

A dozen people with broken ribs all said they were stabbed by a tall, thin young man with a wooden stick."

Li Ye was sweating like a waterfall, and Wen Guohua had first-hand information about his feelings.

Wen Qingsheng smiled at Li Ye, and then asked: "Tell me, how did you act bravely for justice at that time?"

Courageous?

Don’t count!It was Wang Jianqiang who shouted
Li Ye was stunned for a few tenths of a second and suddenly understood.

He decided to ask Teacher Ke for help last night, but he was actually a little worried. After all, he had knocked over more than a dozen people with a wooden stick, and he knew by the feel of his hand that the matter was not trivial.

Since Hengsan can sell parallel imported foreign garbage, he must have some skills. If he follows the clues and leads to Beijing University, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Although Peking University definitely protects its students, a student hurt someone on the street.
It would be terrible if the school gave Li Ye a warning or something.

But Wen Qingsheng's words of "act bravely when he sees justice" solved all the problems.

Li Ye glanced at Wen Leyu and saw Xiao Nizi tilting her mouth in the direction of Teacher Ke with a proud look in her eyes.

Li Ye understood that this was Teacher Ke's idea.

In other words, this was Wen Leyu's idea.

Maybe Xiao Nizi had made a series of plans when she was talking to Wen Leyu in the cafeteria this morning.

It is true that looking for brother Wen Guohua can solve the problem, but it is not better to look for my mother.

Li Ye smiled apologetically at Teacher Ke and said, "I bumped into him by chance. I didn't expect it would be so troublesome."

"No trouble," Wen Qingsheng said: "If I encounter such a situation... eh."

Before Wen Qingsheng finished speaking, Teacher Ke picked up the wine bottle and filled it up for him.

"Come, eat food and drink wine."

Wen Qingsheng had no choice. He was now on the same level as Teacher Ke. Although Teacher Ke returned to Beijing later than him, Uncle Peng personally arranged the work. From then on, there were signs of hens crowing.

Hey~
The family started eating and drinking, and after the atmosphere slowly became harmonious, Teacher Ke spoke.

"Xiaoye, you are still a student now. You should focus on your studies and don't indulge in other things. You are lucky this time. What about next time?"

"I know Teacher Ke, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Although Teacher Ke's words were neither light nor serious, Li Ye felt heavy pressure.

This is dissatisfying to him.

Men have a natural admiration for force, but women think differently. Almost all mothers-in-law in the world hope that their sons-in-law will be safe and sound, and not cause trouble or drink.

That is to say, Teacher Ke has a kind face. If she looked more serious, Li Ye felt that for a moment, she would look like the mother-in-law in "The World".

Fortunately, Wen Leyu followed her father a little bit.

When Wen Guohua talked about Li Ye knocking down more than a dozen people with a wooden gun, the light in Xiao Nizi's eyes shone like the stars in the sky.

In this era, the men girls like most are not rich men, but "heroes".

It's the kind of thing in the movie where you wave your arms and say, "Come with me."

Soldiers hold a very important weight in the minds of young people in this era. Otherwise, how could military trousers, military caps, and military satchels be so popular in the 80s?

Wen Leyu grew up with Teacher Ke, but she also admired her father very much. In her eyes, Li Ye now seems to have the shadow of a smaller version of Wen Qingsheng.

Until the end of the dinner, Teacher Ke and Wen Qingsheng did not ask Li Ye any questions, as if the Pengcheng Clothing Factory No. [-] did not exist.

But when Wen Qingsheng sent Li Ye and Wen Leyu back to school, he asked Li Ye casually.

"You majored in economics. What do you think the situation is like in Xiushui Street now?"

Li Ye said without much thought: "Xiushui Street is a mess now, but it should be managed in the future!

After all, a spontaneous market has now been formed, which proves the existence of demand and may become more and more prosperous in the future. If it can be managed, it will not only establish order but also increase tax revenue. "

"Taxation?" Wen Guohua said with a smile: "Taxation is not easy to do now. Many people are criticizing it!"

Before the 90s, tax collection was not a good job. Tax collectors carried shoulder bags and tax stamps in their hands and walked around the streets to carry out tax work.

Li Ye knew one thing.

There was a head of the Grain Bureau who was transferred to the head of taxation. How angry!It turned out within a few years.
"Work that requires money is indeed difficult to do," Li Ye smiled and said that he knew it, but he still said: "That Pengcheng Garment Factory No. [-] will pay taxes according to regulations. This is their duty."

Wen Guohua said nothing, glanced at Li Ye, smiled, and sent the two of them to school.

When they arrived at school, Li Ye wanted to send Wen Leyu back to his dormitory, but Xiao Nizi wanted to go for a walk by Weiming Lake.

As we walked, Xiao Nizi asked: "I heard Li Dayong said that you can use a flower gun?"

Li Ye said honestly: "I have only practiced Huaqiang for a few days. My grandfather practiced a lot when he was young, and later he also changed to practicing spear stabbing."

Xiao Nizi said with some pity: "Why don't you practice anymore? I'm reading your new novel. That Li Tianlang also uses a spear. In your words, he is so handsome."

Li Ye smiled and said, "I can also play tricks, but I haven't learned the essence. It looks like a trick. But if I show it to you, you won't be able to tell."

Wen Leyu rolled his eyes at Li Ye, curled his lips and said, "This time you wrote a novel, and you didn't even let me proofread it."

All right!After going around for a long time, Xiaonizi still wanted to earn Li Ye’s proofreading fee!

Li Ye took Wen Leyu's hand and said: "I was just asking for directions in that book. I plan to write a big book later. I will need your help then. It will be a big help."

Wen Leyu's eyes lit up, and his little head nodded continuously: "It's a deal, no regrets!"

Who would regret it?

. . . . . .

Hong Kong Island, Western District.Pei Wencong drove his 12-year-old Toyota and parked it under an old business building.

He arranged his suit, looked at his leather shoes to make sure there was no trace of dust, then opened the car door, got out of the car, and stepped into the door of the business building.

"Good morning, President Pei."

"You're early, you're early."

"Hello, Boss Pei."

"Hello."

After greeting acquaintances along the way, Pei Wencong finally reached the third floor and walked into a small company - Talang Literature Publishing House.

Pei Wencong is not a laborer, he is the owner, editor-in-chief and financial director of Talang Literary Society.
In short, except for being a clerk and an editor and reporter, Pei Wencong has to hold all other positions.

Therefore, Pei Wencong felt that as a boss, he was worse than the two workers in the company.

At least I don’t have to worry about workers’ wages, landlord’s rent, and the future of the publishing house every month.

Talang Publishing House currently only has one semi-monthly magazine that is barely profitable, but it can hardly support the normal expenses of the publishing house.

The reason why Pei Wencong stays so glamorous every day is because he doesn't want his employees and landlord to see his embarrassment.

Being a boss is really difficult. Even if your underwear is worn out, your suit must be crisp and you must have a smile on your face.

"Boss, the fat guy just came here to collect the rent again. This time he wants us to pay all the rent arrears for the first three months at once."

As soon as Pei Wencong sat down, clerk Amin gave him the news he least expected to hear.

Pei Wencong said calmly: "Then have you told him that we will receive a publishing fee next month?"

Amin looked at Pei Wencong, lowered his head, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Pei Wencong.

"Boss, I will stop working after this month. You know the situation at my family. Apo has no job and his children still need my salary."

Pei Wencong was stunned for a moment before taking Amin's resignation letter.

He was silent for a few more seconds before saying, "Don't worry, I will pay you your salary on time."

"thank you boss."

Amin bowed to Pei Wencong to thank him, and then returned to his seat.

In fact, she was unwilling to leave this publishing house. After all, even if Pei Wencong had no more money, he would not be less than the salary of the two workers.

But Talang Literature Publishing House was about to be unable to survive, so she had no choice but to look elsewhere.

It's hard to find a job now, and I don't know if the next boss will be so kind.

At 09:30, another employee of the publishing house, A Qiang, came in. He was half an hour late and didn't care at all. He threw a parcel to Pei Wencong and started drawing comics at his workstation.

He is a comic book fan, and always dreams of becoming a great cartoonist one day, and then saving this literary publishing house, and letting Pei Wencong, a boss who is kind to him, become his subordinate.

Pei Wencong frowned when he saw the label on the parcel.

This is a long-distance mail package sent from the north inland.

Last year, Pei Wencong launched a trip north to find relatives at the request of readers. After going through many links, he finally established contact with the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the island city.

But after many years, finding a relative was never that easy. In the end, this activity had little profit, so it was abandoned halfway.

"Don't ask us to buy him any more books."

Pei Wencong talked to himself a little upset while opening the mail package.

Although the family search activities have been interrupted, the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the northern island city is very enthusiastic and often asks Pei Wencong to buy some of the latest editions of books.
But the other party has no foreign exchange, so if they exchange Hong Kong dollars according to the quoted price, wouldn't it be a loss?

Pei Wencong opened the parcel and was stunned.

Because it turned out to be a manuscript.

[Brother Pei, this is the work of our outstanding young writer. I hope to let you know if it can be published. 】

"Are you kidding? Are you going to publish your works on Hong Kong Island?"

Pei Wencong laughed angrily.

The atmosphere on the two sides is fundamentally different. Hong Kong's martial arts novels are very popular in the north, but most of the novels in the north are not adapted to the local environment in Hong Kong.

Pei Wencong threw the manuscript directly to Aqiang and said: "Qiang, take a look at this manuscript, then write a reading review and send it back to the north."

Aqiang, who was drawing a villain, said unhappily: "I can't understand simplified Chinese characters. You can ask Amin to check."

Pei Wencong said angrily: "Amin, Amin, Amin, Amin is resigning, you are resigning too?"

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Ah Qiang's chest heaved with anger, and in the end he could only swallow his anger.

Amin has a diploma, and Aqiang dropped out of junior high school. Where can he earn a living after leaving this publishing house?Be a dwarf mule again?
One morning, Pei Wencong answered more than a dozen calls. Either the author was asking for money, or the printing company was asking for printing money. His head was almost broken.

When it was time to eat at noon, he saw Aqiang still sitting motionless at his work station, and he suddenly became angry.

"Qiang Zai, if you don't go get the lunch box, are you going to make us all starve together?"

"Hey, Qiangzi?"

Pei Wencong walked over and patted Aqiang on the shoulder before he woke up.

"You fell asleep?"

"No,"

Aqiang suddenly raised his head and said with red eyes: "Boss, I think we might not have to eat box lunches in the future."

　Thanks to book friend "Brother Ye Tian" for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)