"How many days have you been practicing the style?"

Wen Qingsheng aimed at Wen Guohua.

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

A dozen of them had broken ribs, and they all said they had been stabbed with sticks by a tall and thin young man."

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

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

Good samaritan?

Not count! It was Wang Jianqiang who shouted

Li Ye was stunned for a few tenths of a second, and suddenly understood.

Last night, he decided to ask Mr. Ke for help, in fact, he was also a little worried, after all, he poked more than a dozen people with a wooden stick at that time, and he knew that things were not small by his feelings.

Since Hengsan can sell parallel goods and foreign garbage, he must have some ability, and if he follows the clues to Beijing University, the consequences are unpredictable.

Although it is said that Beijing University must protect its students, a student hurts someone on the street.

If the school gave Li Ye a warning or something, it would be miserable.

But Wen Qingsheng's sentence of "righteousness and courage" solved all the problems.

Li Ye glanced at Wen Leyu and saw Xiao Nizi crooked her mouth in the direction of Teacher Ke, her eyes were proud.

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

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

Maybe when she talked to Wen Leyu in the cafeteria this morning, Xiao Nizi made a series of plans.

Finding the old brother Wen Guohua can solve the problem, but it's not better to find the mother.

Li Ye smiled apologetically at Teacher Ke and said, "I also happened to bump into it, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome." ”

"Don't bother," Wen Qingsheng said, "If I encounter such a situation. Eh."

Before Wen Qingsheng finished speaking, Mr. Ke picked up the wine bottle and poured it full for him.

"Come, eat, drink."

Wen Qingsheng can't help it, he is now at the same level as Teacher Ke, and although Teacher Ke returned to Beijing later than him, the work was personally arranged by Uncle Peng. But there were signs that the hen was crowing.

Alas~

The family began to eat and drink, and after the atmosphere slowly became harmonious, Mr. Ke spoke.

"Ono, you're still a student, you have to focus on your studies and don't get obsessed with anything else, this time you're lucky, what about next time?"

"I know Mr. Ke, I'll pay attention to it in the future."

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

It's not satisfying with him anymore.

Men have a natural worship of force value, but women think differently, almost all mothers-in-law in the world want their son-in-law to be safe and sound, not to cause trouble, not to drink.

That is, Teacher Ke has a kind face, if she is more serious, Li Ye feels that for a moment, she has the taste of the mother-in-law in "The World".

But fortunately, Wen Leyu is a bit with her father.

When Wen Guohua said that Li Ye put down more than a dozen people with a wooden gun, the light in Xiao Nizi's two eyes was as bright as the stars in the sky.

In this day and age, girls' favorite men are not rich, but "heroes".

It's the kind of movie that waves his arm and "rushes with me".

Soldiers, in the minds of young people in this era, have a very heavy weight, otherwise how could military pants, military hats, and military shoulder bags be so popular in the seventies and eighties?

Wen Leyu grew up with Teacher Ke, but she also admired her father very much, and now Li Ye seems to have a miniature version of Wen Qingsheng's shadow in her eyes.

Until the end of the dinner, Mr. Ke and Wen Qingsheng didn't ask Li Ye any more questions, as if the Pengcheng Clothing No. 7 Factory didn't exist.

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

"You studied economics, what do you think of the current situation in Silk Street?"

Li Ye didn't think much about it and said: "Silk Street is a mess now, but it should be managed in the future!"

After all, now that a spontaneous market has been formed, it proves that there is demand, and it may become more and more prosperous in the future, and if it can be managed, it will not only establish order, but also increase tax revenue. ”

"Taxes?" Wen Guohua said with a smile: "The current tax is not easy to do, and many people scold it!" ”

Before the 90s, tax collection was not a good job, and the cadres who collected taxes carried shoulder bags and tax stamps in their hands, and walked the streets and alleys to carry out tax work.

Li Ye knew one thing.

At the beginning, there was a head of the grain bureau who was transferred to the head of taxation, that anger! It didn't take a few years to turn out the results.

"It's really hard to ask for money," Li Ye smiled and said that he knew, but he still said: "That Pengcheng Clothing Factory No. 7 will pay taxes according to the regulations, this is their duty." ”

Wen Guohua didn't speak again, glanced at Li Ye, smiled, and sent the two of them all the way to school.

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

As she walked, Xiao Nizi asked, "I heard Li Dayong say, you know how to use a flower gun?" ”

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

Xiao Nizi said with some pity: "Why don't you practice?" I'm looking at your new, that Li Tianlang also uses a spear, and in your words, he is really handsome. ”

Li Ye smiled and said: "I can also play with the flower gun, but I haven't learned the essence, and I look good. But if I show you, you won't be able to see it. ”

Wen Leyu glanced at Li Ye, pouted and said, "You didn't let me write the manuscript this time." ”

All right! After going around for a long time, Xiao Nizi still wants to earn Li Ye's proofreading fee!

Li Ye took Wen Leyu's hand and said, "I just threw stones to ask for directions in that book, and I plan to write a big one later, and I need your help when the time comes, great help." ”

Wen Leyu's eyes lit up, and his little head nodded continuously: "A word is a certainty, without regrets!" ”

It's no wonder who repents.

。。。。。。

Hong Kong Island, Sai Wan.

Pei Wencong drove his twelve-year-old Toyota and parked under an old business building.

He straightened his suit, looked at his leather shoes, and made sure there was no trace of dust, before opening the car door and getting out of the car and stepping into the door of the business building.

"President Pei is early."

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

"Hello Boss Pei."

"Hello, hello."

Greeting acquaintances all the way, Pei Wencong finally went up to the third floor and walked into a small company, Talang Literature Publishing House.

Pei Wencong is not a worker, he is the boss, editor-in-chief and financial manager of the Talang Literature Club

In short, except for a clerk, except for an editor and reporter, Pei Wencong has to take on all other positions.

So Pei Wencong feels that his boss, he is not as good as the two workers in the club.

At least you don't have to worry about the wages of the workers, the rent of the landlord, and the future of the publishing house.

Treading Wave Publishing House now has only one semi-monthly magazine barely making a profit, but it is almost unable to support the normal expenses of the publishing house.

The reason why Pei Wencong remains so glamorous every day is that he doesn't want his employees and landlords to see his embarrassment.

It's really hard to be a boss, that is, the underwear inside is frayed, the suit on the outside should be crisp, and there must be a smile on the face.

"Boss, just now the fat guy came to urge the rent again, and 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, the clerk Amin gave him a news that he least wanted to hear.

Pei Wencong said calmly: "Then did you tell him that we will have a publication fee next month?" ”

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

"Boss, I won't do it after this month, you know the situation at home, Apo doesn't have a job, and the child still wants me to support my salary"

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

He was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Don't worry, I will settle your salary for you on time." ”

"Thank you, boss."

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

She was actually reluctant to leave this publishing house, after all, even if Pei Wencong had no money, he would not miss the salaries of the two of them.

But the Talang Literary Publishing House saw that it was about to be unable to hold on, and she had to ask for something else.

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

At half past nine, another employee of the publishing house, Ah Qiang, entered the door, and he didn't care at all when he was half an hour late, so he casually threw a parcel to Pei Wencong and began to draw cartoons at his workstation.

He is a comic book fan, and he always fantasizes about becoming a big cartoonist one day, and then saving this literary publishing house and letting Pei Wencong, the boss who is kind to him, be his subordinate.

When Pei Wencong saw the label on the parcel, he immediately frowned.

This is a long-distance parcel sent from the northern inland.

Last year, Pei Wencong once launched a northbound search for relatives at the request of readers, and then went through many links, and finally established contact with the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the island city.

But after many years, where is it so easy to find relatives, this activity ended up with no profit, and it was abandoned halfway.

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

Pei Wencong was unpacking the parcel and talking to himself with some annoyance.

Although the family search activities have been interrupted, the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the island city in the north is very enthusiastic, and often asks Pei Wencong to buy some of the latest edition of books.

But the other party has no foreign exchange, so wouldn't it be a loss to exchange Hong Kong dollars according to the exchange rate?

Pei Wencong opened the parcel, but he was stunned.

Because it turned out to be a book manuscript.

[Brother Pei, this is the work of our excellent young writers. Whether it can be published or not, I hope to know. 】

"What are you kidding? Take your work and publish it on Hong Kong Island? ”

Pei Wencong laughed directly.

The atmosphere on both sides is not the same at all, the martial arts on Hong Kong Island are very popular in the north, but most of the people in the north are not adapted to the soil and water on Hong Kong Island.

Pei Wencong directly threw the manuscript to Ah Qiang and said, "Qiang Zai, take a look at this manuscript, and then write a reading review and send it back to Beimian." ”

Ah Qiang, who was drawing the villain, said very unhappily: "I can't read simplified Chinese again, you can look at Ah Min."

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

“.”

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

Amin has a diploma to some extent, he Ah Qiang dropped out of junior high school, where to eat when he leaves this publishing house? Do you want to be a dwarf mule again?

One morning, Pei Wencong answered more than a dozen phone calls, either the author destroyed the manuscript fee, or the printing house destroyed the printing fee, only to collapse his brain.

When it was time for lunch, he saw that Cuong was still sitting motionless at his workstation, and he suddenly became angry.

"Qiang Zai, if you don't go to get a boxed lunch, do you want us to go hungry together?"

"Hey, hey. Strong boy? ”

Pei Wencong walked over and patted Ah Qiang on the shoulder before waking him up.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope,"

Ah Qiang suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said, "Boss, I think we may not have to eat a boxed lunch in the future."

Thanks to the book friend "Brother Yetian" for the reward.

(End of chapter)