Chapter 144

"Practiced a few moves blindly?"

Wen Qingsheng aimed at Wen Guohua.

Wen Guohua immediately said, "Dad, Li Ye is being humble. I went to Qu Da's place today and saw the interrogation materials with my own eyes.

More than a dozen people with broken ribs all said they were poked by a thin, tall young man with a wooden stick..."

Li Ye was sweating like a waterfall; it turns out Wen Guohua had mastered the first-hand information.

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

Act bravely for a just cause?

Not really! It was Wang Jianqiang who shouted...

Li Ye was stunned for 0.0X seconds and suddenly understood.

Last night, he decided to ask Teacher Ke for help, which actually had some hidden worries. After all, he had poked over a dozen people with a wooden stick at that time, and he knew from the feel that the matter wouldn't be small.

Since Heng San could sell smuggled foreign goods, he must have some ability. If he followed the clues and poked it to Jingda, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Although it is said that Jingda would definitely protect its students, a student hurting people on the street...

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

But Wen Qingsheng's "acting bravely for a just cause" solved all the problems.

Li Ye looked at Watching Wen Leyu and saw the little girl tilting her mouth toward Teacher Ke, her eyes proud.

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

Or rather, this was Watching Wen Leyu's idea.

Maybe when he was talking to Watching Wen Leyu in the cafeteria this morning, the little girl had already made a series of plans.

Finding big brother Wen Guohua could certainly solve the problem, but wasn't finding mother better?

Li Ye smiled apologetically at Teacher Ke and said, "I just happened to run into it; I didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

"Not troublesome," Wen Qingsheng said, "If I ran into that kind of situation... eh eh..."

Before Wen Qingsheng finished speaking, Teacher Ke picked up the wine bottle and filled it for him.

"Come, eat, drink."

Wen Qingsheng had no choice. He is now at the same level as Teacher Ke, and although Teacher Ke returned to Jingcheng later than him, her work was arranged by Uncle Peng himself. In the future... there are signs of a hen crowing.

Sigh~

The family started eating and drinking. After the atmosphere slowly became harmonious, Teacher Ke spoke.

"Xiao Ye, you are still a student now; you should focus on your studies and not indulge in other things. You were lucky this time, but what about next time?"

"I know, Teacher Ke, I will pay attention in the future."

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

She was dissatisfied with him.

Men have a natural worship for martial arts, but women's thoughts are different. Almost all mothers-in-law in the world hope that their sons-in-law are stable and safe, and don't cause trouble or drink.

It's just that Teacher Ke has a kind face. If she looked more serious, Li Ye felt that for a moment, she had the flavor of that mother-in-law in "The World."

But fortunately, Watching Wen Leyu is a bit like her father.

When Wen Guohua said that Li Ye had knocked down a dozen people with a wooden spear, the light in the little girl's eyes was as bright as the stars in the sky.

In this era, the men girls like most are not rich men, but "heroes."

The kind who waves his arm in a movie and says "Charge with me."

Soldiers have a lot of weight in the hearts of young people in this era. Otherwise, why would things like military pants, military hats, and military bags be so popular in the seventies and eighties?

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

Until the end of the dinner, Teacher Ke and Wen Qingsheng didn't ask Li Ye any more questions, as if that Seventh Clothing Factory in Pengcheng didn't exist.

But when Wen Qingsheng sent Li Ye and Watching Wen Leyu back to school, he asked Li Ye a very casual question.

"You study economics; what do you think is the situation on Xiushuijie now?"

Li Ye didn't think much and said: "Xiushuijie is a mess now, but it should be managed in the future, right?

After all, a spontaneous market has already formed, which proves the existence of demand. It may become more and more prosperous in the future. If it can be managed, it can not only establish order but also increase tax revenue."

"Tax revenue?" Wen Guohua smiled, "Tax revenue is not easy to do now; many people are cursing!"

Before the nineties, collecting taxes was not a good job. Tax cadres carried shoulder bags, held tax tickets, and walked the streets to carry out tax work.

Li Ye knew one thing.

A head of the Grain Bureau was transferred to the tax department to be the head, and he was so angry! As a result, not a few years later...

"The job of asking for money is indeed difficult," Li Ye smiled to show he knew, but he still said: "That Seventh Clothing Factory in Pengcheng 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 to school all the way.

When they arrived at school, Li Ye wanted to send Watching Wen Leyu back to the dormitory, but the little girl wanted to walk by Weiming Lake.

Walking and walking, the little girl asked: "I heard from Li Dayong that you can use a flower spear?"

Li Ye said truthfully: "I only practiced the flower spear for a few days. My grandfather practiced it a lot when he was young, and later he changed to bayonet fighting..."

The little girl said with some regret: "Why don't you practice it anymore? I'm reading your new book; that Li Tianlang also uses a long spear. In your words, it's really handsome."

Li Ye smiled and said: "I can also play with the flower spear, but I haven't learned the essence; it's just for show... However, if I play it for you to see, you won't be able to tell."

Watching Wen Leyu rolled her eyes at Li Ye and curled her lips: "You didn't even let me proofread this time when you wrote."

Alright! After going around for a long time, the little girl still wanted to earn Li Ye's proofreading fee!

Li Ye took Watching Wen Leyu's hand and said: "I was just testing the waters with that book. Later, I plan to write a big one. At that time, I will need your help, a lot of help."

Watching Wen Leyu's eyes lit up, and her little head nodded continuously: "It's a deal, no going back on your word!"

It would be strange if anyone went back on their word.

Hong Kong, Western District.

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

He tidied up his suit, looked at his leather shoes, and made sure there wasn't a speck of dust before opening the door to get out and stepping into the commercial building's gate.

"Good morning, President Pei."

"Good morning, good morning."

"Good day, Boss Pei."

"Good day, good day."

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

Pei Wencong is not a worker; he is the boss, editor-in-chief, and finance officer of Treading Waves Literature House...

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

So Pei Wencong felt that he, the boss, was not as well off as the two workers in the house.

At least he didn't have to worry about the workers' wages, the landlord's rent, and the future of the publishing house every month.

Treading Waves Publishing House currently only has one semi-monthly magazine that is barely profitable, but it is almost unable to support the normal expenses of the publishing house.

The reason Pei Wencong keeps himself so bright every day is that he doesn't want his employees and landlord to see his embarrassment.

Being a boss is really difficult. Even if the underwear inside is worn out, the suit outside must be crisp, and there must be a smile on the face.

"Boss, just now Fatty came over to urge for the rent again. This time he wants us to pay all the rent owed for the previous three months at once..."

Just after Pei Wencong sat down, the clerk Ah Min gave him the news he least wanted to hear.

Pei Wencong said calmly: "Then did you tell him that we have a publishing fee arriving next month?"

Ah Min looked at Pei Wencong, lowered her head, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Pei Wencong.

"Boss, I won't do it after this month. You know my family situation. Ah Bo has no job, and I still have to raise the child. My salary..."

Pei Wencong was stunned for a moment before taking Ah Min's resignation letter.

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

"Thank you, Boss."

Ah Min bowed to Pei Wencong to thank him and then returned to her seat.

She actually didn't want to leave this publishing house either. After all, no matter how poor Pei Wencong was, he had never missed the wages of the two of them.

But Treading Waves Literature Publishing House was about to be unable to hold on, and she could only seek another place.

Jobs are hard to find now, and she doesn't know if the next boss's heart will be as good.

At 9:30, another employee of the publishing house, Ah Qiang, entered the door. He was half an hour late and didn't care at all. He threw a mail package to Pei Wencong and started drawing comics at his workstation.

He is a comic fan, always fantasizing about becoming a great comic artist one day, and then saving this literature publishing house, letting Pei Wencong, the boss who was kind to him, be his subordinate for once.

Pei Wencong saw the label on the mail package and immediately frowned.

This is a long-distance mail package sent from the inland north.

Last year, Pei Wencong once launched a "seeking relatives in the north" activity at the request of readers, and then after many twists and turns, finally established contact with Blue Sea Publishing House in Island City.

But after many years, how could seeking relatives be so easy? This activity ultimately had no profit and was abandoned halfway.

"Don't let it be us buying books for him again..."

Pei Wencong muttered to himself with some annoyance while unpacking the package.

Although the seeking relatives activity was interrupted, Blue Sea Publishing House in Island City in the north was very enthusiastic and often entrusted Pei Wencong to buy some latest editions of books.

But the other party didn't have foreign exchange. Wouldn't it be a loss to exchange for Hong Kong dollars according to the listed price?

Pei Wencong opened the package and was stunned.

Because inside was actually a manuscript.

【Brother Pei, this is the work of our excellent young writer... whether it can be published, I hope you will inform me.】

"Are you joking? Take your work and publish it in Hong Kong?"

Pei Wencong laughed in anger.

The atmosphere on both sides is fundamentally different. Martial arts in Hong Kong sells very well in the north, but those from the north are mostly unacclimatized in Hong Kong.

Pei Wencong threw the manuscript directly to Ah Qiang and said: "Qiang Zai, look at this manuscript, then write a reading review and mail it back to the north."

Ah Qiang, who was drawing little people, said unhappily: "I can't read simplified characters; you should ask Ah Min to look at it..."

Pei Wencong said with anger: "Ah Min, Ah Min, Ah Min, Ah Min is resigning. Are you resigning too?"

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

Ah Min at least had a diploma; he, Ah Qiang, dropped out of junior high. Where could he go to mix food after leaving this publishing house? Be a short-legged mule again?

For a whole morning, Pei Wencong received more than a dozen phone calls, either from authors urging for manuscript fees or from printing plants urging for printing fees, almost collapsing his forehead.

At lunchtime, he saw Ah Qiang still sitting at the workstation without moving, and he was suddenly angry.

"Qiang Zai, you aren't going to get the lunch box; do you want us to starve together?"

"Hey, hey... Qiang Zai?"

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

"You fell asleep?"

"No,"

Ah Qiang suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, and said: "Boss, I think we might not have to eat lunch boxes in the future..."

Thanks to book friend "Night Sky Brother" for the tip.

(End of chapter)