Count you as acquaintances. Successfully pulled people into the water, Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the little sister much more pleasing to the eye, "What about you, Sixth Sister Su?" Do you want to double it too? If you haven't figured it out, I can help you up. "If you don't have a daughter-in-law yet, you can enjoy the fun of being a father first, which is not bad!

Xu Xiao's unruly temperament has been restrained a lot, and even the eyes that look at the sixth sister have become loving.

"Don't." Su Liumei snorted coldly.

She is not the fool of Xiaomei, no matter how foolish others are, they believe it. Also double...... It's double the joke!

"Cut! Who is rare. "If you don't give it, you won't give it, Lao Tzu is not a person who has time. Xu Xiaoxiao turned to glare at Zhou Hengyang, and scolded angrily: "Zhou Hengyang, why are you still sitting stupidly? Hurry up and go to the kitchen to serve food. Do it yourself, and expect others to serve you? I think you want to engage in capitalism. ”

It's so cool to be able to seize the opportunity to scold Zhou Hengyang.

"Let's just go."

"Brother-in-law, you don't have to go."

Su Qing How could they let their brother-in-law go, the three sisters hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen to serve the food.

Su Wen then remembered that at the end of this year, when she came to eat in such a small restaurant, she had to serve the dishes by herself. Xu Xiaoxiao didn't come back after ordering food just now, so he went to the kitchen to help wait for the dishes.

It's a long experience.

*****

Provincial capital, Spring Breeze Proud Publishing House——

The publishing house's office in the old town is busy moving things at this time. The publishing house, which has been open for 20 years, officially announced its closure today. The editors of the publishing house are packing up their stuff and will not use it tomorrow.

Everyone's face is very bad, it doesn't matter to these people, they graduated from college and were picked and chosen, and finally assigned to the publishing house. I thought it would be a golden job for a lifetime, but who knew that it would go out of business so soon.

It is not surprising to think that many old enterprises that have been open for decades have closed down, and there are more and more laid-off workers in provincial capitals.

In the past two years, there have been no good books, and the authors and published books that have been supported several times have not reached the expected goals. On the contrary, it has lost a lot, and hundreds of thousands of books have been squeezed in the factory and cannot be sold, so it is no wonder that it does not go out of business.

I heard that a large machinery factory closed down some time ago, and all of a sudden hundreds of families had difficulties in their lives.

Their small publishing house has only a few dozen employees.

It's no wonder that the door was closed so quietly.

"Editor-in-chief, what about these readers' letters and contributions?" The secretary walked into the office of Zhou Yan, the owner of the publishing house and the nominal editor-in-chief, with a large cardboard box. In the past, these letters and submissions were the responsibility of the respective editor-in-chief or editor.

However, because the publishing house could not be opened, the original editors-in-chief had been in this industry for a long time and had old qualifications. It has long been poached by the provincial publishing house, and the reason why they are so proud of the publishing house is actually related to the editor-in-chief who left.

If it weren't for them, there would not have been so many printing houses to collect money.

"Put it here!" Zhou Yan didn't raise his head.

All kinds of messy submissions and letters from readers will receive a lot every week, and finally all the submissions will be returned, and readers will come into the warehouse, and no one will have the energy to read them one by one.

"That's good." The secretary cautiously withdrew.

Zhou Yan saw the report, calculated the loss, slapped the table with a blue face, and wrote down the account in his heart. In fact, the publishing house went bankrupt, and she didn't attach so much importance to it, anyway, it was originally opened casually because of interest.

(End of chapter)