"100,000 yuan, did you rob the bank?"

"Rob your head, my previous poem was sold to Bian Wanrou, does Bian Wanrou know? Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Lin Haven didn't hide it, don't look at Feng Qitai's face Nima, in fact, this kid's deposit is at least six figures - his father always runs outside with his mother, and the money he gives him is a few knives.

Feng Qitai was really surprised this time, "Bian Wanrou, my father's idol, he often said that this was his dream lover when he was young." ”

"No, Bian Wanrou has been active for a year or two, and she was 19 years old when she debuted, and your father is in his thirties. ”

"My dad, you know. But it's true, I still have that "Remembering Jiangnan" at home, right? What collector's edition, what hardcover edition, several plates, and he always plays "Lonely Goose" in the car. Help me get an autograph next time, this thing and gold bars are estimated to be an effect. ”

“...... Come on, if you can meet it. ”

Since the resumption of classes, it has entered the stage of comprehensive review, and at the end of the day, Lin Haven is also exhausted - I can't wait to have a yellow braised chicken rice to bless it.

After the evening self-study, Lao Han called out to him, and Lin Haven looked at him with a serious face, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Let me speak at the General Assembly?"

After listening to Lao Han, he knew that it should be regarded as a happy event, whether it was for him or for Lao Han, it should be very face-saving, at least it should be. The school took a fancy to the speed of his progress, and, of course, the two poems - don't think that it was Lin Haven's personal honor, it had nothing to do with the school. It can still be included in the school's teaching achievements, and it is the kind that is particularly easy to shine, your school, can teach students who have issued two first-class poems on the "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi", this quality of education, is not the quality of education?

Lin Haven was very excited, he still remembered that when he spoke in the class, the wicked people were surging, and if it was replaced by the whole school, wouldn't it be refreshing.

Lao Han looked at him with an orgasmic look on his face, and became more and more worried.

"Lin Haiwen, let me tell you, although this time I prepared my own speech, it doesn't matter what you say in class, if you say something messy at the school assembly, how bad the impact is, think about it yourself. I also told you clearly, if you give me a basket, no matter what you evaluate in the future, you won't be able to pass this level in the class. ”

"What if I don't go out of the basket? If you play well, will you give me all the scholarships?"

Wicked value +100, from Linchuan No. 1 Middle School and South Korea in Germany.

"If you can stay in the top 10 in the final exam of this semester, you will be given at least a second prize. Lao Han held his breath and said a word.

"Deal. ”

“...... Next Wednesday's conference, you will show me the manuscript this Friday, and at the latest next Monday. ”

Lin Haven made an OK comparison and said goodbye to Lao Han. He estimated that if he didn't leave, Lao Han might not be able to help but beat him.

When he got home, Lin Zuodong's face was still stinky, but Liang Xue and Lin Haven didn't see it, even if he snorted a few times, they didn't see it - Old Lin Qi went to bed half an hour early.

Until Wednesday, Lin Zuodong received a phone call at his unit.

"You have a courier, please come to the door and get it, four bags, it's quite heavy, you'd better find a few people to come out and get it together." "There's a guy on the other end of the package.

Lin Zuodong looked confused.

"What's wrong?" the editor in the office looked at him with a strange expression.

"I said I had a courier, but I didn't buy anything. ”

"If you go and get it, you'll know. ”

"Don't," another editor Wang was nervous, "it shouldn't be a bomb, isn't there such a thing on the Internet?" I think it's better to call the police. ”

Editor Xiao Wang is a member of the story club team and has a rich imagination.

"Can you send four bombs at a time?" Lin Zuodong stood up, "Xiao Jiang, Xiao Zhao, and you Xiao Wang, go and help me move it." ”

Xiao Wang shrank back, "I'll go too?"

"If you don't go now, I'll move back later, won't I still blow you up?"

This seems to make sense, Xiao Wang thought about it and came out. The guy rode an electric tricycle, and he was moving down quite hard. Lin Zuodong leaned over to look at the list, the recipient Lin Zuodong, the editorial department of the unit "Linchuan Evening News", left his personal mobile phone number, which is correct.

"What's that?"

"It's supposed to be a book, old and old. ”

Xiao Jiang looked at the sender, the Commercial Press.

"Brother Lin, have you bought so many books?"

"I didn't. ”

Urged by the courier guy to sign the order, the four of them hummed and moved back, and met Hu Lijuan on the way to take out the garbage, this is the newspaper's bag to inquire, asked, said that she didn't know who sent Lin Zuodong a bunch of books, she was very curious, went back to put the dustpan, and then went to Lin Zuodong's office, followed by seven or eight people, this appeal, than the newly appointed Han editor-in-chief.

The big guys formed a circle and watched Lin Zuodong unwrap all the four packages, and the beautifully printed books were exposed one by one.

"Wow, isn't this the recent collection of famous books from the Commercial Press?"

This is also thanks to the newspaper, otherwise people outside would not know about this set of books -- compiled by Tie Jun, academician of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, and fully supported by the Commercial Press, and the most shining star in this year's book publishing industry.

"Brother Lin, your pen is so big, this set of books is sold for 10,000 yuan, right?" Editor Xiao Wang was not afraid of being blown up at this time, and leaned over to stroke Guo Huaiming's volume, "It's so fragrant." ”

"I really don't know what's going on. ”

Editor Xiao Wang was close, and from Guo Huaiming's volume, he saw a card showing its head, so he took it out and looked at it.

"Dear Dad, how about this gift? I wish you good health and happiness every day. Love Your Son: Haven Lin. ”

Lin Zuodong hurriedly took it and took a look, it was true, the card was a small half of coated paper the size of A4 paper, the words were handwritten, it should be a card written by Lin Haven asked the editor over there, he rubbed it several times, the emotions in his heart surged, and his eyes were red.

"This stinky boy, just told him once, how can he remember it. ”

Those who have sons and those who don't have sons all looked at Lin Zuodong with envy and jealousy, Hu Lijuan looked at these books, "Alas, my son hasn't even bought me a book, Lao Lin, you really gave birth to a good son." ”

Lin Zuodong is choked on his throat now, and he can't speak, thinking that he has hinted at home in the past two days, hinted at going, and those two are like they didn't see it, it's really an old blush.

In less than half an hour, the entire "Linchuan Evening News" newspaper knew that Lin Zuodong, the son of an emotional columnist, spent 10,000 yuan to buy him a set of the latest famous books of the Commercial Press.