Chapter 75

Main hall.

Chen Zijin pursed her small mouth tightly, sitting straight on the sofa, looking ahead, directly ignoring Zhong Lan's man-eating gaze.

The mother and daughter, one staring at me and me staring at the ground, both focused on stubbornness and not giving in.

The air in the room became colder and colder, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger. Before entering the room, Chen Xiaomi felt a deadly suffocating atmosphere outside.

Since the summer vacation last year, this mother and daughter had evolved from the previous deep mother-daughter affection into a hostile relationship, almost arguing every month.

Zhong Lan had even been so angry several times that she became hysterical, pointing at the Chen family's ancestral tablets and swearing.

However, smashing things was still the first time today.

Landline phones in this era were not cheap. Even if the Chen family's circumstances were well-off, Zhong Lan usually didn't dare to smash things around like this; otherwise, no matter how big the family fortune was, it would be ruined one day.

One could imagine how angry she was now.

Chen Xiaomi stepped into the door, first bent down to pick up the landline phone that was shattered into several pieces, put it aside, and only then walked over to push Zhong Lan to sit on the sofa beside her:

"Sister-in-law, don't get so angry that you ruin your health. If there's anything, discuss it properly; after all, you are a family."

Then she came to Chen Zijin's side, sat down next to her, reached out to embrace her eldest niece's shoulder, and said:

"Zijin, take a step back too. Your mother's starting point is also for your own good. Don't let outsiders see the joke."

Although Chen Xiaomi was very unhappy with Li Heng and had looked down on Li Heng in the past, being sharp and aggressive in her words, she would still restrain herself when facing her own eldest niece.

Zhong Lan snorted coldly, "Joke? Isn't being seen as a joke enough? It's almost to the point of being pointed at and poked in the spine. At such a young age, she doesn't learn anything good, but learns to go to bed with people.

I really have lost all my face because of her. If I had known she was such an obstinate one, I would have sent her away directly. Why raise her myself? Getting angry every day."

Chen Xiaomi saw her eldest niece's breathing becoming heavier and heavier, turned her head and said to Zhong Lan:

"Sister-in-law, it's been more than half a year since the matter passed. Say less. After all, she is your daughter. You can't really drive her out, can you?"

Zhong Lan raised her head and said disdainfully: "Go outside? With her appearance, who would want her outside?

I actually want to send her to the Li family, but I'm afraid the Li family can't afford to raise her, and the whole family will starve to death in less than half a year!"

These words were not without venom. The words were full of looking down on the Li family, mocking the Li family for being poor, and mocking her daughter for being easily deceived and having no eye for people.

Chen Zijin said coldly and angrily: "Then just send me to the Li family. Even if I die, I'll be a ghost of the Li family and won't implicate you."

These words made Zhong Lan so angry that she got up to hit someone.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Chen Xiaomi hurriedly hugged her sister-in-law by the waist and said to Chen Zitong who followed in: "Don't just stand there like a fool, hurry and help your sister to the bedroom."

"I'm not leaving, let her hit me." Chen Zijin didn't move, tears streaming down her face.

Zhong Lan was even angrier and said loudly to her little sister-in-law: "Xiaomi, don't stop me. I haven't hit her since she grew up. She is getting more and more arrogant. Today I must teach her a lesson. I'm so angry, it's too infuriating!"

Zhong Lan was truly angry this time, struggling left and right, determined to break free from her little sister-in-law's obstruction and slap her eldest daughter a few times.

"Slap! Bang! Slap!" A few sounds rang out.

In the process of stopping the fight, Chen Xiaomi's bag on the coffee table was knocked to the ground.

A glass bottle of perfume in the bag shattered, and suddenly the fragrance overflowed.

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Almost at the same time, two heavy "hmm" sounds came from outside the door.

Chen Laoyezi appeared at the door without saying a word, his small squinting eyes looking at his daughter-in-law and then at his granddaughter, his aura powerful, dignified without being angry.

Seeing her father-in-law appear, Zhong Lan's anger suddenly dropped a notch. Under the half-pushing and half-persuading of her little sister-in-law, she finally sat back on the single sofa, but the violent heaving of her chest indicated: the hatred did not decrease, and the anger had not yet dissipated!

Hatred, of course, was the hatred for Li Heng.

Anger, needless to say, was naturally annoyed that her daughter was not striving, and even in this state, she was still thinking about that bad seed every moment.

"Grandpa, you finally came. If you hadn't come, Sister would have been beaten to death." Chen Zitong seemed to have found her backbone. She, who had been in a mess just now, hurriedly walked over and helped her grandfather to his seat like a spoiled child.

Look at what she said. Zhong Lan glared at her. In this instant, at least one-third of the anger shifted to her little daughter.

She was secretly annoyed that her own belly was not striving, not giving birth to a son. The two daughters she gave birth to were more infuriating than the other, and not one was considerate, with their arms all turning outward.

Chen Laoyezi was actually very healthy, but he enjoyed this kind of family happiness. After sitting down leisurely, he said:

"Go, pour a cup of tea for Grandpa."

"Okay."

Chen Zitong turned around to get busy. Before long, a cup of steaming tea was placed in front of Grandpa, Mom, Little Aunt, and Sister.

Of course, she didn't forget to reward herself, making a large cup of honey water for herself, the kind that was especially sweet.

Chen Laoyezi was indeed a living fossil who had been immersed in the system for decades, experiencing ups and downs. He sat there without saying a word, drinking tea with peace of mind, making the others have no temper at all, and they could only wait dryly.

Having a premonition that the perfume brought back from abroad by a friend was shattered, Chen Xiaomi was now anxious and burned. Squatting on the ground to check the bag, she found that it was full of glass shards inside, and her heart ached to the point of explosion.

Then she began to clean up the items, taking out the small round mirror, comb, hair ties, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, and other things one by one.

Slap! A document was placed on the coffee table.

Slap! A copy of 'Harvest' magazine was placed on the coffee table.

Thump! Inside was also a golden-orange orange.

When the 'Harvest' magazine appeared, Chen Zijin's eyes were immediately attracted to it. She remembered what Song Yu said before hanging up the phone.

December...

Why did Song Yu emphasize the writer December?

However, hindered by the fact that she had just been at odds with her own mother, Chen Zijin didn't make any move, just quietly looking at this magazine.

Chen Zitong exclaimed in surprise: "Eh, Little Aunt, don't you work at 'People's Literature'? Why are you still buying the magazine of your rival? You are aiding the enemy."

Chen Zitong, who had received a large bribe beforehand but messed things up, was now sparing no effort to divert attention, just hoping that her sister wouldn't come to her for money later.

Mentioning the rival, Chen Xiaomi was stunned. She didn't organize the bag carefully anymore, just roughly tidied it up, put it aside, sat down, and said:

"This was sent to your dad by our editor-in-chief, I brought it back by the way."

Hearing this, Chen Laoyezi, who had been drinking tea with his head down, raised his head and asked curiously: "Is there any good article again?"

Involving Li Heng, and thinking of the time when she was ruthlessly ridiculed and dominated by Li Heng in Shaoshi a while ago, Chen Xiaomi felt ashamed and didn't want to say another word. She just opened the 'Harvest' magazine, turned to the page of 'To Live', and handed it to the old man.

Chen Laoyezi took it, didn't rush to read it, but asked like an old fox: "Is there any story in it?"

Chen Xiaomi crossed her hands and said unwillingly: "The editor-in-chief finished reading 'To Live' and said 'good' three times, asserting that this is a classic masterpiece that can be passed down to future generations.

Upon learning that the writer was from our Shaoshi, he excitedly called Big Brother and said he wanted to send it to him for appreciation."

Seeing her little daughter's unhappy expression, Chen Laoyezi realized: "Is this the work you specifically went to Shaoshi to acquire last time, but was snatched away by a competitor?"

Chen Xiaomi raised her eyebrows: "I lost to Chen Laoyezi Ba."

"Oh? How so?" Chen Laoyezi Ba's status in the domestic literary scene was known to everyone, and Chen Laoyezi was even more interested.

Chen Xiaomi was extremely depressed, but involving the shame of her own career, she still bit the bullet and roughly told the process of the copyright negotiation for 'To Live'.

At the end, she opened her mouth with some hidden envy: "Because of the unprecedented royalty issue, and because Chen Laoyezi Ba personally made the decision and personally supported it.

This 'To Live' has already caused a huge sensation in the literary world before it even came out, and now everyone is watching it.

If you don't believe me, just look at the newspapers for the next week. I guarantee they will all be news about it, but I don't know if the reviews will be good or bad?"

Hearing the word "royalty", Chen Laoyezi understood everything.

Involving the vital interests of so many publishing houses, the reviews for 'To Live' couldn't possibly be consistently good.

However, with Chen Laoyezi Ba personally holding the fort, I believe many people will give some face. If the quality of the work really passes, it's not a bad thing.

At least, the public opinion has risen, and 'To Live' already has the innate foundation to explode in popularity.

Thinking through everything, Chen Laoyezi smiled and said: "It seems Chen Laoyezi Ba also knows how to use means, but I don't know if this writer 'December' has the blessing to enjoy it."

Hearing this, the depressed Chen Xiaomi felt even more blocked.

Before getting off work, Editor-in-Chief Zhou Mingwei and Editor-in-Chief Sun had said similar things to her, which couldn't help but make her a bit jealous.

But she had to admit that this was the fact.

Because of Chen Laoyezi Ba's name, and because of the earth-shattering "royalty" name given by Chen Laoyezi Ba, many people would flock to read 'To Live'.

And with the high-quality level of 'To Live', not to mention keeping everyone, the number of people kept would definitely be very considerable, enough for that bastard Li Heng to enjoy himself.

A work actually brought out so many stories, not to mention Chen Laoyezi Ba was at such an old age and still personally supported a junior, plus the effect of the writer's "fellow townsman" status, Chen Laoyezi's desire was completely hooked out, and he stopped caring about the awkwardness between his daughter-in-law and eldest granddaughter, and read it on the spot.

He read it as if no one else was around.

Seeing this scene, Chen Zijin's heart had already begun to churn.

She believed Song Yu wouldn't shoot without a target, and in that emergency situation, she still let herself pay attention to the writer "December", which must have something to do with her.

Such a powerful writer has something to do with me, could it be Li Heng?

Uh, Chen Zijin was startled by her sudden thought, and then immediately denied it. He is busy studying, where would he have the time?

Besides, in the past, although he loved to read Uncle Li's books, it was more to escape working in the fields, and he liked to play tricks on her more. How could he really have such genius?

Then what is the meaning of Song Yu doing this?

Chen Zijin was full of doubts, but couldn't find the answer.

The daughter was confused, and Zhong Lan was equally confused.

The editor-in-chief of 'People's Literature' and her husband were alumni and often gave each other small gifts to maintain friendship. Zhong Lan didn't feel anything about this.

But what surprised her was that the author actually came from Shaoshi?

Although she hadn't read 'To Live' and didn't know how good its level was, even a fool could think of a simple truth.

If the work wasn't good, and hadn't reached a certain level, it wouldn't be qualified to let Chen Laoyezi Ba disregard his reputation in his later years and personally step into the field.

Therefore, she already had a basic argument in her heart: although the height of 'To Live' was still unknown, it must be a remarkable masterpiece without a doubt.

Thinking of this, Zhong Lan turned her head and asked Chen Xiaomi:

"Xiaomi, you saw the writer in person last time, where in Shaoshi is he from?"

PS: Asking for monthly tickets! Asking for subscriptions!

(End of chapter)