Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Yang Rui sat in the shade of a tree and had a good meal, and slowly descended to the post office in the town to pick up his remittance.

The post office is a relatively new building in the town. It has two floors. The exterior is painted gray, with double wooden doors welcoming guests.

The sales department is also divided into three parts. In the middle is the counter for receiving mail and parcels, where the payment and billing are all done. On both sides of it are telephone booths and a place for storing letters and packages, each with a salesperson working.

Compared with the postal office in Xizhaizi Township, the postal office in Xibao Town is magnificent. This is because there are many small and medium-sized state-owned enterprises in the area. Most of the bicycles parked at the door and the people in line at the phone booth were from nearby state-owned enterprises.

As soon as Yang Rui entered the door, she was spotted by Sister Li on the counter. She stopped her work, said hello to Yang Rui, and shouted in her voice: "Sister Wu, your brother Yang is here."

"What are you shouting, it's Yang Rui, not Brother Yang." A ten*-year-old girl came in from the backyard and said angrily. Shui Lingling looked at Yang Rui with big eyes and smiled: "Yang Rui, you Come to collect the manuscript fee again?"

"Yes, I'm almost out of money." Yang Rui nodded honestly.

"My mother also said that I'm big-handed, you spent dozens of yuan this month." Wu's sister called Wu Qian, and grew up in a courtyard with Yang Rui. He was two years younger and replaced her mother after graduating from junior high school. I went to work at the post office, because the people are beautiful and young, and they are a little weird. Ever since I met Yang Rui withdrawing remittances, I had to tease him every time, and Sister Li, who was the oldest in the institution, was also very cooperative and called Wu Qian out every time.

Yang Rui said helplessly: "I'm growing up and eating a lot."

"I am growing up too. The monthly food cost is only RMB, and the rest is confiscated by my mother." Wu Qian complained, and neatly pulled two lists on the counter and asked Yang Rui to fill them out.

Yang Rui glanced at Wu Qian's bulging chest hidden under his sportswear, thinking: No matter how long you grow, the clothes won't fit.

Wu Qian seemed to have noticed something. She turned her sideways imperceptibly, but didn't avoid it completely, chatting about the little gossip in the town.

Yang Rui listened quietly, while checking the remittance slip, filling in the slip carefully.

He also likes listening to Wu Qian. The girl's voice is crisp and soft. The crispness comes from the language, and the softness comes from the tone. It gives people a feeling of tenderness on the outside, like light music surrounding the ear, without thinking. When it comes to content, it has a relaxing effect.

On the other hand, Wu Qian is also a little beautiful woman, her skin is white and tender, and her small face seems to be able to express a thousand emotions. She is always changing. The so-called 18-year-old girl, let alone a 16-year-old girl.

Although younger, it can be regarded as a seductive benefit.

"Fill it in." Yang Rui pushed the receipt and remittance slip.

"Let me take a look." Wu Qian pursed her ruddy lips and checked it carefully.

Sister Li also finished the business of the person next to her, and said with a smile: "Be sure to read it clearly. It will be convenient to check his account later."

"Aunt Li, if you do this again, I won't talk to you." Wu Qian pouted, and flung up her braids like a baby.

"Okay, I'll make tea, and you two young people will talk." Sister Li, who was originally a good friend of Wu Qian's mother, was troubled by Wu Qian, smiled and patted her on the back, picked up the tea cup and went to the back room .

Wu Qian twisted her waist like a cat, her chest trembled slightly, and Yang Rui coughed again and again.

"If you look around again, just dig out your eyeballs." Wu Qian stretched her head to the counter, threatening Yang Rui "viciously".

Yang Rui said blankly: "I didn't mean it."

"Intentionally, dig it down now." In order to show her strength, Wu Qian made a cat's claw in the air with her right hand.

Yang Rui had seen the same movement in many girl dances, but Wu Qian must have never seen it before, which made him startled.

"Hey, it's wrong to fill in here... fill in another one." Wu Qian checked and drew a line on the amount of money, and then tore him a list.

Yang Rui was stunned again, and said, "It is correct."

"I also said that I did not fill in the error. Your bill is 2037 yuan, and your remittance bill should be...Huh!"

She opened her eyes and counted the two sides. Before Yang Rui could react, she suddenly shouted, "Sister Li, Sister Li."

"You kid, call Sister Li when you hire people, and Aunt Li when you don't need them. Here comes." Sister Li filled her enamel cup with water and walked to the counter and asked, "What's the matter? ?"

"It seems that the remittance slip is wrong." Wu Qian just started working, and the salary plus bonus was only 42 yuan. The first reaction to seeing the yuan draft fee was that he was mistaken, and so was the second reaction.

Sister Li came over with a smile and said as she walked: "How could the remittance slip be mistaken, let me see..."

She took a sip of tea, scanned Yang Rui's remittance list from left to right, top to bottom, and then read it again.

"Puff..." After swallowing half of the tea, it was directly sprayed out by Sister Li.

"Is it wrong? These people are too serious, and they are mistaken for such important things as the remittance list." Wu Qian mumbled and pushed the new receipt to Yang Rui.

Sister Li patted her, pulled back the new receipt, and whispered: "The remittance slip is correct."

After that, she looked at Yang Rui as if looking at a giant panda.

Unlike Wu Qian, Sister Li still saw some large remittance orders. For example, train drivers who run transportation, college students who settled in the special zone, and money sent by relatives overseas, there are always several thousand yuan.

However, most of the money sent by others* was saved, and some were borrowed.

Yang Rui's remittance slip is a plain and clear fee for the manuscript.

In other words, he made a lot of money!

"How is it possible!" Wu Qian also asked in astonishment.

Yang Rui knew that it wouldn't work if he didn't explain, he coughed, and said: "I have a popular science article in the magazine. Because of the large number of words, people will give it more."

"That can't be so much. Don't lie to me. The Hedong Daily's manuscript fee is only 15 yuan for a thousand words, and a block costs more than 100,000 words. What science articles you write are so long." Wu Qian suddenly questioned.

"The cost of manuscripts for my magazine is high."

"How high?" Sister Li asked.

Yang Rui hesitated and told the truth: "65 yuan for a thousand words."

Wu Qian's eyes widened, and she calculated silently in her heart, a monthly salary bonus of 42 yuan, only 63 yuan in a month and a half, not enough to keep up with Yang Rui's 1,000-word draft...

Sister Li could not help but think of the three top three during the campaign. The so-called famous directors, famous screenwriters, and famous actors, high salaries, high remunerations, and high bonuses. These were all targets to be defeated at the time...Compared with Yang Rui, this remuneration was paid. It's really high.

"Well, can I withdraw money today?" Yang Rui interrupted the two people's cranky thinking.

Sister Li was taken aback: "How can there be so much money in the office, you have to make an appointment."

"Then make an appointment."

"No." Sister Li lowered her voice: "It's too much. What if you send it over and lose it? What if someone steals it. It's not easy to get it. You go to the county to get it. You'd better go to the city to get it. ."

Wu Qian gave Sister Li a hand: "Yang Rui has to get it back from the city, what should I do if someone robbed it on the way."

"You little Nizi." Sister Li snorted, pushed the remittance single, and said: "I can't control it. You can talk to the director and see if he can get it for you."

"I'll accompany you." Wu Qian turned over from the counter without going through the door.

Yang Rui had no choice but to find the director on the second floor.

The director of the Xibao Town Post Office was Wang Guohua’s father and an acquaintance. He called to the county and made an appointment to withdraw money tomorrow.

Yang Rui left the unopened big front door on the table, UU reading www. uukahnshu.com is right for thanks.

In the years when Baitiao was rampant, the post office remittance to Baitiao was not news, and it was a help to get the money quickly and smoothly.

When Yang Rui returned to school, Wu Qian stood on the counter and started to flip through things. After a while, she found the pen and paper, and began to write the words stroke by stroke.

Sister Li asked, Wu Qian said: "I also want to write an article and put it in the magazine."

"Stupid Nizi." Sister Li laughed, pressed Wu Qian's pen, and said to her ears: "You have time to write an article. Why don't you find a good uncle?"

Wu Qian flushed with embarrassment, throwing her away and said, "Aunt Li, you are teasing me again."

"Aunt Li is not teasing you, just say that Yang Rui, a young man, has great strength (in dialect) and has the ability. His dad is still the secretary of Xizhaizi Township. After he has worked for two years, it will be difficult to catch him. Yes. You have to be embarrassed to say, I'll tell your mother to go."

"Sister Li, no." Wu Qian grabbed her sleeve and didn't relax.