Zheng Juan is very familiar with Wang Gang's financial situation.
He works in a lumber factory and earns a monthly salary of 38 yuan. He can usually bring some lunch boxes home from the kitchen to improve his meals.
But just a photo of a house costs three to four hundred yuan, not to mention the price, not to mention that the policy does not allow for the purchase and sale of houses.
"I have saved some money in the past few years, enough to buy a house." Wang Gang explained:
"Lao Zhangtou, who lives next door to me, has a sick grandson and wants to sell his house for medical treatment. We can sign a contract first and then go to the housing management office or street office to find someone to notarize it. We will be neighbors for decades and nothing will happen."
Zheng Juan said: "If you have money, you can't spend it arbitrarily. Your house is good, so why should you buy a house?"
Wang Gang explained: "The two houses in our house belong to my father, but my father has three children and it is impossible to give them all to me, so buying a house as soon as possible will ensure a secure life in the future."
Zheng's mother saw that Wang Gang had taken every aspect into consideration, so she felt more confident about leaving her daughter to him.
"Juan'er, listen to Kun'er on this matter. What he said makes sense. However, after the house is bought, you two will live by yourself, while Guangming and I will still live in Taiping Hutong." Zheng's mother said.
Zheng Guangming nodded and said, "Yes, it's enough for mom and I to live here."
Wang Gang shook his head and said: "Auntie, you are old and Guangming is still young. I don't worry about you living so far apart. In the future, we will move together and take care of each other. My mother still wants to chant Buddha's words and chat with you at home every day."
Zheng's mother led Li Suhua to become a devout Buddhist. Wang Gang thought this was good. The two old ladies had common interests and hobbies, so they could chat and get along more happily.
Zheng Juan saw that Wang Gang had made arrangements for her mother and brother, so she hugged his arm and leaned against him.
Zheng's mother saw that the young couple were chattering in disgust, so she made an excuse and asked Zheng Guangming to leave together.
Wang Gang smelled the lovely fragrance around him and kissed her involuntarily.
Zheng Juan was also moved and responded fiercely.
After kissing for a while, Wang Gang restrained himself and pulled Zheng Juan away.
"I want to wait until the day we get married." Wang Gang said while holding Zheng Juan in his arms.
Zheng Juan nodded gently, and her heart went to Wang Gang.
After a moment of tenderness, Wang Gang told Zheng Juan about the third grade party, and she could go or not.
"I want to go, I want to meet your friends." Zheng Juan agreed without any hesitation.
Wang Gang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll pick you up on the third day of the new year."
"When will your dad arrive?" Zheng Juan asked.
"There will be no surprises tomorrow." Wang Gang wondered whether Zhou Zhigang would go to Guizhou to find Zhou Rong this year like in the TV series and not go home.
Wang Gang had already written to tell Zhou Zhigang about Zhou Rong, but Zhou Zhigang never replied or expressed his attitude towards Zhou Rong.
But Wang Gang could also guess that Zhou Zhigang must be very angry, but after three years, any anger should be gone.
How long can a daughter-slave be angry?
"I will go to the train station with you to pick you up tomorrow." Zheng Juan seemed a little anxious to see Zhou Zhigang.
"My mother has already thought about it. You can borrow a bicycle tomorrow and you can take her to the train station." Wang Gang said with a smile.
"Will your dad dislike me?" Zheng Juan was now a little worried about gain and loss.
"No, every time I write, my mother praises you like a flower, and my father also expresses that he is looking forward to seeing you."
Zheng Juan leaned on Wang Gang's shoulder and said, "I really want to see your dad soon."
Wang Gang smiled and said: "You want to marry me so much!"
Zheng Juan patted Wang Gang and said coquettishly: "Don't you want to marry me?"
"I think about it, even in my dreams." Wang Gang said as he hugged Zheng Juan.
In the evening, Wang Gang returned home after dinner at Zheng Juan's house. As soon as he got home, he found that there were guests.
"Editor Shao, why are you here?" Wang Gang was very enthusiastic when he saw the person coming.
"Bingkun, why are you back? Editor Shao has been waiting for you for two hours." Li Suhua complained.
Editor-in-chief Shao is Shao Jingwen, the editor-in-chief of "Golden Land Magazine" under Jiangliao Publishing House.
Wang Gang met Shao Jingwen, which could be said to be a coincidence or inevitable.
Three years ago, Wang Gang was thinking about how to make money, so he tried writing novels and submitting articles to magazines.
It was when Shao Jingwen saw the manuscript submitted by Wang Gang that the two met.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon. On behalf of the club, I'm here to give you some New Year's goods, as well as this issue's refinishing fee."
Shao Jingwen took out a remittance slip and handed it to Wang Gang.
Wang Gang saw the amount on the remittance slip and asked, "Why did you pay too much this time?"
Shao Jingwen said: "The story you wrote was published in our magazine, and the response was very good. After discussion at the club, it was unanimously agreed to increase your remuneration from five yuan per thousand words to eight yuan."
Wang Gang was very happy. He put away the remittance slip and said, "It's a writing fee, not a royalties. Don't hurt me."
Shao Jingwen slapped his head and said: "Yes, yes, yes, it's the writing fee, not the royalties."
Since the chaos began, the remuneration system has been abolished. No matter whether poems, essays or short stories are published in newspapers and magazines, they are unpaid.
However, even a living person cannot suffocate to death, so the magazine has a writing fee, which is actually the same concept as the author's remuneration.
"The club has also decided to create a special column in the magazine, hire you as a columnist, and publish your stories."
Li Suhua didn't understand it very well, but after hearing the word columnist, she couldn't help but ask: "Editor-in-Chief Shao, do you want my Bingkun to work in the magazine?"
No wonder Li Suhua is so excited. In this era, literati still have some status. Being able to join Golden Land Magazine, a public institution like this, is a very honorable thing.
Wang Gang has a good job now. He is a chef in the factory canteen. The work is not tiring, the salary is high, and he can get more benefits, but he has a bad reputation!
After all, he is just a cook.
"Yes, the president asked for special permission from his superiors to invite Comrade Zhou Bingkun to join the club." Shao Jingwen took out a letter of introduction and handed it to Wang Gang.
Wang Gang took it casually and didn't show too much surprise.
After three years of planning, we have achieved this result today. Wang Gang is not only unhappy, but also very dissatisfied with himself.
"Editor Shao, does Bingkun have a formal establishment?" Li Suhua asked.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "There is a system, of course there is a system." Shao Jingwen said with a smile.
In fact, Golden Land Magazine values Wang Gang very much, or in other words, Wang Gang's talent.
In the past three years, Golden Land Magazine has been outstanding in Jiangliao Publishing House, and its sales have been rising steadily. In the final analysis, it is because of the stories written by Wang Gang.
Since the chaos began, many writers in the magazine have been unlucky and unable to work, and the quality of the magazine has plummeted.
Later, the articles published were also restricted, and many subjects were not allowed to be written. For a time, Golden Land Magazine ceased publication.
As the editor-in-chief of the magazine, Shao Jingwen saw it and was anxious until he received Wang Gang's submission.
The stories written by Wang Gang all praise the deeds of veterans on the battlefield, and are completely in line with current events. What's even more rare is that Wang Gang's writing style is very delicate, and the stories are smooth and can resonate with readers. It doesn't look like they were written by someone who has not graduated from junior high school.
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When Shao Jingwen received Wang Gang's submission, he thought it was written by a veteran who had been on the battlefield for decades. Based on the mailing address, he found it and found that it was a boy under the age of eighteen. He almost left without throwing up his sleeves.
Fortunately, he was well-educated and patiently chatted with Wang Gang. Only then did he realize that Wang Gang was well-reasoned and well-founded no matter what he said or did.
Later, Wang Gang successfully published his story in Golden Land Magazine and persisted for three years.
After all, Wang Gang had experienced chaos once and knew what should be written and what should not be written. Therefore, every article and story he published was approved in one go. As the editor-in-chief, Shao Jingwen had nothing to revise.
After three years of getting along, Shao Jingwen admired Wang Gang's talent very much and took the initiative to recruit him to work in the magazine.
Wang Gang also knew that in addition to being good at writing, Shao Jingwen's busy schedule was also indispensable for him to join the company.
"Bingkun, you must make good use of it this time when you join the company. Jiangliao Publishing House has a recommended quota for college every year." Shao Jingwen warned.
Li Suhua asked in confusion: "Aren't you not allowed to go to college now?"
Shao Jingwen explained: "It's not that they won't be admitted, it's that they won't be admitted. All college students are recommended by their units and agencies. Jiangliao Publishing House has a quota every year to go to Jiangliao University for further study, and there are many people grabbing it."
Li Suhua looked excited and said with a flushed face: "Bingkun, you have a chance to go to college!"
Wang Gang held Li Suhua's hand and said, "Mom, don't get excited. It's okay. Be careful about your blood pressure."
Li Suhua took a deep breath, recited Buddhist scriptures silently, and slowly calmed down, and the abnormal flush on her face also faded.
"My old kid will actually have a chance to go to college." Li Suhua said with a smile, feeling like he would wake up laughing in his dreams tonight.
"Mom, it's impossible to give me a quota with so many people in the publishing house, so don't have too much hope." Wang Gang comforted.
"There is hope then!" Li Suhua said with a smile: "I originally thought that your brother and sister had hope of going to college, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to do so."
Wang Gang was speechless. He didn't know what the old lady was happy about.