When Mo Zhicheng saw that Li Huabing only had a few students around him, she took them away, which showed that her business was not very good either.
Mo Zhicheng returned to Xiangyang Apartment and saw Jiu Po and others talking about Li Huabing.
"Now Li Hua Bingniu can't get up." Jiu Po sneered.
"That's what she deserves. Who told her to look down on us?"
"Yes, she used to be rich, but now that she is poor, she must walk with her head lowered and not as arrogant as before."
Mo Zhicheng couldn't help but shake his head secretly when he heard what these neighbors said.
When will the grudges be repaid?
Even if Li Huabing was not good to everyone before, she is not good now and has suffered. There is no need for the neighbors to be like that.
When Jiupo saw Mo Zhicheng coming back, she came over with a smile: "Zhicheng, Li Huabing is in bad luck now. A few days ago, he said that you were not a good horse and that you were going to turn around."
Mo Zhicheng smiled slightly and said nothing.
When Jiu Po saw Mo Zhicheng like this, she couldn't help but get angry. "Zhicheng, can you act like a man? Li Huabing said that to you, won't you take revenge? Don't you want her to know that evil will be punished?"
Mo Zhicheng shook his head and said: "Jiu Po, this is not a question of whether men are men or not, but that in our lives, we always think about worrying about others, so how many things can we care about? Our lives are short, so we should think too much.
Something meaningful."
Jiupo couldn't understand what Mo Zhicheng said, so she turned back to the elderly people.
During dinner in the evening, Yang Yujuan asked Mo Zhicheng: "Has your 100,000 yuan arrived? Logically speaking, they should have got the contract long ago. They also said that those manuscripts are good. Today is the last day to transfer money as stipulated in the contract
If they don’t pay you, it’s a breach of contract.”
Mo Zhicheng took out his cell phone, looked at it for a few times, shook his head and said, "There is no information about the bank deposit yet."
Only then did Mo Zhicheng remember that today was the last day agreed by the magazine to transfer money.
Because there were so many things at school these days, he forgot about this time.
"Will they refuse to pay?" Yang Yujuan asked worriedly.
Based on various investigations, Yang Yujuan confirmed that the two magazines were genuine.
But Yang Yujuan also heard that publishing houses, magazines, etc. often default on money owed to authors.
The contract was signed and the book was published, but the money was not given. It was said that it would be paid later, but it was said that it would be later and later, and a few years would pass in the blink of an eye.
Let's go to court with them. They are a unit and their arms can't hold their thighs. It may take several years to fight.
Even if you win in the end, it will be a few years later, and it will be troublesome to give you money again.
These things are what Yang Yujuan's classmate who is a lawyer said. It is difficult to fight a lawsuit, it is easy to ruin your reputation, and it is thankless. It is best if the magazine directly pays you.
"I don't know either." Mo Zhicheng said with a grimace, "If they insist on not paying, it would be a breach of contract. Their magazine is famous, so they shouldn't do such things, right?"
At that time, Mo Zhicheng saw that those magazines were famous and well-known, so he submitted the article.
Now Mo Zhicheng is afraid of poverty and needs the money very much.
If there is no money, some of the wishes you have made cannot come true.
Mo Zhicheng also told Mo Yu that he would buy her a laptop and a better mobile phone.
Her classmates all have new mobile phones with 128G memory. Mo Yu's mobile phone is the one Yang Yujuan used before. She usually just sends some messages and makes phone calls. Compared with her classmates, she is very behind.
As for Molly, I will also buy her some toys and new clothes to make the children happy.
"It's hard to say, today's society..." Yang Yujuan did not continue.
In fact, when she came back to be with Mo Zhicheng, she realized that it was Mo Zhicheng that she liked.
Otherwise, she has never agreed to become Liu Weiguang's girlfriend, nor has she ever been intimate with Liu Weiguang. They are just friends.
It turned out that she had been thinking about Mo Zhicheng subconsciously and wanted to return to Mo Zhicheng.
This night, Mo Zhicheng, who was originally "in high spirits", did not make any move and slept peacefully holding the pillow.
Because Mo Li was getting older, Yang Yujuan let her sleep on Liang Ping's old bed.
When Molly saw her sleeping in the same room as her sister, she was not afraid and happily agreed.
Mo Li listens to Mo Yu's words very much. She listens to whatever Mo Yu says.
Seeing Mo Zhicheng like this, Yang Yujuan cursed: "What's wrong with you?"
"Oh, I'm really useless. I promised to make a lot of money, but now I haven't succeeded." Mo Zhicheng said with a bitter face.
"What are you thinking? I like you, but I don't like your money." Yang Yujuan said softly.
This was the first time she had confessed her feelings to Mo Zhicheng, and she would never say such things to him normally.
Because Yang Yujuan saw that Mo Zhicheng had a "no good" look, not as manly as before.
"Do you really still like me?" Mo Zhicheng said happily.
"Yes." Yang Yujuan nodded solemnly.
Mo Zhicheng was a little discouraged: "But I don't have money."
"I understand. It's not my fault that I said that to you before. A man doesn't have to be rich, but he must be sincere to his wife. This is the most important thing. As long as we have enough money and food, that's fine.
Already." Yang Yujuan said.
Now that Yang Yujuan doesn't give money to Yang Wenjing, their family's expenses are still fine.
Not to mention rich and powerful, but able to live a decent life.
As for Liang Ping targeting her, she was wrong.
If she hadn't always taken care of Yang Wenjing, she wouldn't have made the situation in the family like this.
It's a pity that Liang Ping never came back. Once, she called back and borrowed someone else's mobile phone and only talked for a minute.
Later, Yang Yujuan asked where the man was at that time. She even looked for him, but could not find Liang Ping.
Liang Ping said that she is living a good life now and getting along well with her sisters, and she wants to continue living there.
Yang Yujuan could tell from Liang Ping's words that she missed her family, but because she was afraid of dragging everyone down, she said she didn't want to go home.
Yang Yujuan also advised Liang Ping not to stay outside and to go home quickly, but Liang Ping refused to listen and hung up the phone.
"You have to remember that the person I am now is no longer the person I used to be against you. I think you are a very good man now. As long as you treat me well, you will be the best man." Yang Yujuan said.
"Don't worry, I've always liked you. You're just my only woman. If I'm not good to you, who should I be good to?" Mo Zhicheng promised, patting his chest.
"That's fine. As for the royalties, if you have them, you can get them. If you don't have them, forget it. We don't force them anyway. It's just an unexpected windfall." Yang Yujuan said with a smile.
Seeing Yang Yujuan say this, Mo Zhicheng felt relieved.
According to the agreement, the money should also be transferred to him. But the money has not been given yet. Mo Zhicheng thought that he would urge the two editors at noon tomorrow.
If the other party refuses to pay, he will prevent the other party from publishing his manuscript, otherwise it will be an infringement, and he will sue them at that time.
Although Yang Yujuan said it was not good for individuals to sue the company and it might take several years, Mo Zhicheng would not let them go.
He also wanted to understand that he was a man. If he didn't straighten his chest, who would protect his wife and children, and who would protect this family?
Therefore, if he can win for him, he must fight for it and must not let it go.
Thinking of this, Mo Zhicheng felt a little heroic.
Sure enough, as others have said, men must be masculine, otherwise they won't look like men anymore.
Seeing that Mo Zhicheng was still holding the pillow, Yang Yujuan asked with a sneer: "Do you think that pillow is better than me?"
"No, how could it be? I saw that it seemed to be offline, so I just checked it." Mo Zhicheng immediately threw away the pillow.
Are you kidding? Even if there are 100,000 pillows, they won't be as good as his wife.
