Section 32: Handling bank cards

"Dad, get me a bank card." At dinner, Feng Chaochen said to his father seriously.

"What?" Feng Linjun was chewing a mouthful of fragrant dried tofu that was fried on fire, and his son couldn't help but come out with such a sentence, and he was stunned for a while.

"I said, Dad, get me a bank card, I'll be useful." Feng Chaochen reached out and grabbed a chopstick dish, lowered his head and put it in his mouth, repeating it.

"Are you useful? What can you do...... I mean, what do you want a bank card for, just those fifty dollars, do you have to get a bank card to keep? Feng Linjun also nibbled on the vegetables with his head bored, and said a little funny.

"That's it, don't look at other people's cards, you have to have them, don't make a fuss about nothing, open a bank card, not to mention the trouble of asking for a card opening fee of ten yuan, what a waste, you can't use it anyway." Zhang Xia also persuaded on the side, Feng Chaochen had a lesson from the past, before the school had bank employees to hand out leaflets, selling a kind of children's commemorative bank card, at that time Feng Chaochen saw that many classmates were full of New Year's money bank cards to class, so his eyes were hot, and he kept clamoring for Feng Linjun and Zhang Xia to get him a copy. But he usually can't get pocket money, and Feng Linjun and Zhang Xia are not allowed to accept the New Year's money, he is poor and white, what do you want a bank card for, not to mention the storage of many things in vain, and there will be an unnecessary custodian fee for a year, so he refused to handle it. Feng Chaochen also remembered very clearly, this was the case, and he had a quarrel with his parents for a while, and he felt that his classmates didn't have what they had, and it was a shame, but Feng Linjun and Zhang Xia kept biting it, and then they had to give up helplessly. Now that this request was made again, Feng Linjun and Zhang Xia thought that it was Feng Chaochen who somehow had this thought again, and hurriedly continued to dispel his idea with words.

"Who said I was useless!" Feng Chaochen took a big bite of rice, swallowed it hard, and said indistinctly: "Who said that it is useless for me to apply for a card, I wrote a novel, and the publishing house decided to publish it, and asked me to provide the bank card number for the manuscript fee, and quickly get me one." ”

"What did you say?" Feng Linjun was drinking the soup, and he was so cold that his son came to such a hot sentence, and he immediately choked, and coughed several times before he eased up: "What did you say?" I didn't hear you clearly, you say it again, what did you do? ”

"Humph!" Feng Chaochen smiled proudly, jumped into the room and took out the duplicate contract documents printed out in the afternoon, and presented them to his parents one by one like a treasure: "Dangdang!" There is no evidence for what you say, please watch it yourself! ”

Feng Linjun and Zhang Xia glanced at each other, and they both felt that their kid had become a little strange since he received his graduation certificate, he had a holiday before, let alone a day, he couldn't sit still at home for half a day, he ran out after eating, he was hungry and dirty and tired, and he knew that he came back to eat, bath and sleep. It's like now, sitting at home for a week, sitting in the room all day long, writing in the book, it's like a different person, from a sunny boy chasing the wind to a quiet literary otaku in an instant, this style of painting has changed too fast, Feng Linjun said that he is not very acceptable.

The two big and coarse people are not highly educated, one graduated from junior high school, and the other only has a primary school education, and he has never seen such a rare thing as a contract, so he pretended to flip it over and look at it, and he didn't find a reason, so he closed it again and returned it to Feng Chaochen.

Feng Linjun, as a man, is more concerned about the treatment and long face: "I really didn't expect that my son's book could be published, when can I see your book in the bookstore, and how much money can the publishing house give you?" ”

Feng Chaochen replied: "You can't buy it in domestic bookstores, this publishing house is Taiwanese, and the book is a traditional version published in Taiwan. If the manuscript fee is also written in the contract, isn't it? According to the set, an episode is 65,000 words, and the manuscript fee is 4,002, and my current speed can probably write about 250,000 words a month, which is nearly four episodes of manuscripts. ”

Feng Linjun stopped talking, silently closed his mouth, he is an adult strong man, he works hard every day, knocks and beats in the factory, is tired every day, and his salary is only 3,000 yuan a month, barely able to support the daily life of the family and occasional extra expenses, which has always been something he is proud of. As a result, my son, who hasn't even gone to junior high school today, told himself lightly, Dad, I sit at home every day, with my feet crossed, holding a pen, writing essays or something, taking them out and selling them, and I can earn 18,000 a month or something. Feng Linjun suddenly felt that his heart was so congested, and he lived to be a dog at his age? is also making money, why did his son kill Lao Tzu in seconds......

As a woman, Zhang Xia has a relatively careful heart, and her son can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month by pinching a pen and scribbling at home every day? Isn't this nonsense, I always feel that this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing is impossible to come to my own home: "I said son, you won't be deceived by someone, just sit at home all day and write essays or something, you can earn more than your father?" Listen to my mother's advice, don't daydream, reading honestly is the right way, just make money with your father, don't worry about it, save when you are deceived, and you end up with a bamboo basket to draw water, and the bank card or something is in the hands of the other party, in case someone is used to do something illegal, then you will not be deceived as simply. ”

Zhang Xia opened her mouth to preach, and Feng Chaochen's showmanship was poured out, and he took back the two contracts in a daze, and said sullenly: "You are too timid, there are so many things to deceive, I just know that you are so worried, so I asked you to open a new card for me, there is no money in it, the other party only knows the card number and does not know my password, what can I do, and it is a regular publishing house, you are purely blind ......"

Zhang Xia's thinking is relatively stubborn, she always refuses to believe that pie falls from the sky, and she has to continue to preach, of course Feng Chaochen can't give up, neither of the two can convince the other, but there is a little dispute for a while. Feng Linjun was tired from a day's work, and thought about it calmly, even if he was deceived, there was nothing, and the card number of an empty card couldn't do any tricks when he took it, so he interjected to stop the argument between the two: "Don't say it, Zhang Xia, let's believe our son once." Turning his head to Feng Chaochen, who was happy, he said solemnly: "Since you are indeed useful, there is no problem in opening a card, but you must remember that no matter what the other party says, you must not tell them the password, and if there is anything wrong, tell us immediately, we will find a way for you, if you can do it, what bank do you want, I will open a card for you tomorrow." ”

Feng Chaochen was overjoyed, there will definitely be no problem with this, and besides, I am not stupid, what is there to worry about, so he nodded quickly: "Of course I can do it, I want a CCB card." ”

"Okay, that's it, keep eating." Feng Linjun waved his hand to stop Zhang Xia's preaching, and closed the coffin for this topic.