There is an old saying that money makes a man bold. Zhou Bingkun feels deeply about this sentence now.
The family no longer had any liquid savings, and all that was left was to maintain the family's daily expenses. As a result, Zhou Bingkun completely lost his temper.
Every day is like an eggplant beaten by frost. In fact, I am thinking in my mind that an article like "The Rise of a Great Power" can earn more than 1,000 royalties. If I write ten more articles, will I be able to earn more than 10,000 royalties?
?
But I can only think about it, because it is not realistic at all. Even if I can get so much remuneration, I still have to have so many classic articles!
It’s only 1979. If I want to write about Japan’s real estate bubble, it’s too early and inappropriate!
Thinking about the collapse of Big Brother Next Door, which is still the second largest hegemon in the world, if Zhou Bingkun really wrote it, he might be taken away by KGB agents and humanely destroyed!
This must not be written!
After much deliberation, there is only one historical article. It is not illegal or exaggerated, but it feels a bit difficult to disseminate it to the current public.
Zhou Bingkun had no choice but to write the article for the time being, which was better than just sitting around now.
Next, Zhou Bingkun went back and forth to the library of Northeast Normal University again, borrowed some historical materials from Gansu, Xinjiang, Ningxia and other regions, and then went home to write hard.
The professor felt even more relieved when he saw Zhou Bingkun appear in the school library again.
I wonder what kind of achievement can be as satisfying as persuading a lost person to find a "lamb"!
For this article, in order to achieve the desired effect, Zhou Bingkun went to the art major to ask for help, hoping that someone would help him draw some illustrations, but he was despised by them.
Seeing that this road was blocked, Zhou Bingkun did not give up, but asked about a retiree who had worked in the cartoon department of Northeast Film Studio, which was the predecessor of Shanghai Meiying.
"Mr. Zhou, for the sake of our family, just help me paint!"
"Ouch! Young man, I am too old, I am already in my sixties!
This time I came back from retirement to take care of myself!
So, you’d better hire another Gao Ming!”
"Mr. Zhou, I know you are retired now!
However, helping me draw illustrations will not waste too much of your time!
A great professional like you can easily do it!
Mr. Zhou, please help me!"
"Hey! Young man, why do you like to pester so much!
I've already told you, take your gifts and leave my house immediately!" Seeing Zhou Bingkun's constant pestering, Mr. Zhou got angry and issued an eviction order.
I really didn’t expect that it would be so difficult to draw an illustration!
At Northeast Normal University, I was despised by art students. When I came to the home of a retired master, I was still despised!
Are you painters so noble?
Zhou Bingkun left Mr. Zhou's house in a state of despair, and returned to Guangzipi's house with an ugly face. When he was about to get home, Zhou Bingkun forcibly cheered up, pretended to be happy, and returned home, but he didn't want his family to follow him.
Uncomfortable.
"Bingkun, are you back?"
"Well! Where are our mother and children?" Zhou Bingkun asked with a smile.
"Our mother took the children to visit Aunt Qiao's house!
It’s almost time to eat, and we’ll be back soon!”
"Oh! What are you going to eat today?"
"The third child is the same!"
Haha, the third thing is potatoes, cabbage, and frozen tofu that are common in Northeast China!
Zhou Bingkun disguised himself very well and Zheng Juan did not notice anything strange.
...
Seeing Zhou Bingkun leaving in disappointment, Mr. Zhou shook his head disdainfully. When his wife saw that Zhou Bingkun did not take away the gift, he said to Mr. Zhou, "Old Zhou, what do you think?
Originally, painting was your specialty!
Is it so difficult to draw an illustration for this young man?"
"Hmph! What do you know?
Anyway, before I retired, I was also an art master at the level of deputy director!
How could a young man come to me and just draw it if he asks me to do it? That would be so shameless!"
"Hey, I think you only have a little face to live for now!
Besides, this young man is very polite and didn’t even take any gifts away!”
After hearing his wife's words, Mr. Zhou also pushed up his reading glasses, looked at the gift left by Zhou Bingkun, and then inadvertently saw the story book that was also left behind.
Without the outsiders, Mr. Zhou no longer put on airs. He picked up Zhou Bingkun's story book and read it doubtfully. Mr. Zhou, who didn't take it seriously at first, became more and more shocked.
After a long time, after reading all ten chapters, Mr. Zhou looked up at his wife and asked eagerly, "That Zhou Bingkun just now, who do you think he is?"
"Hmph! Sophomore in History at Northeast Normal University!"
"No wonder!
Turns out I studied history!
My historical knowledge is really strong!" After hearing his wife's answer, Mr. Zhou said with emotion in a low voice.
"Old man, what are you muttering about there?"
Ignoring his wife, Mr. Zhou stood up directly, took Zhou Bingkun's storybook, and walked to his studio.
Seeing Mr. Zhou's strange behavior, his wife quickly shouted, "It's time to eat! What are you doing?"
"No more eating! Draw!"
"What's wrong! I ask you to draw, but you don't draw!"
I didn't let you paint, but you just went to paint again!" Hearing Mr. Zhou's voice, his wife complained in a low voice angrily.
...
Zhou family.
Zheng Juan was very accurate. Sure enough, when it was time to eat, Zhou's mother came back with her two children, but behind her were Aunt Qiao and Qiao Chunyan, mother and daughter.
"Bingkun, I heard that you bought your Uncle Lin's house next door?"
"Yes! Aunt Qiao, I bought it a few days ago!
And I also bought the Su family in the back!" Although Zhou Bingkun was a little confused, he still explained with a smile.
"Then...can you temporarily spare a room for my eldest daughter to live in for a while?"
"What? Didn't Sister Chunyan rent a house?" Zhou Bingkun felt a little confused.
“Although my eldest daughter’s family also rents a photo studio, it is too far away from our home and it is inconvenient to take care of them!
If you don't have enough free houses, I might as well live here!
Bingkun, don’t worry!
The rent will be paid!"
"Aunt Qiao, it doesn't matter whether the rent is rent or not!
It’s just that I have been contacting building materials recently and am preparing to build a new house!
It would be troublesome if Sister Chunyan was asked to move around!" Zhou Bingkun explained with a wry smile.
"Ah? Are you going to demolish so many houses and build new ones?" Aunt Qiao's eyes widened in shock.
"Huh? Yes! Our family is getting more and more popular!
As soon as New Year's Eve and Spring Festival came, my sister and my brother came back and couldn't stay here anymore!
This is also the reason why I bought Uncle Lin and Su’s house.”
"But this house is fine!
What a pity it would be to tear it down and rebuild it!
And this old house in your family, your father Zhou Zhiqiang had a lot of trouble back then!
Why don't he get anxious with you when he comes back after you've already done it for him?"
"Haha, nothing!
My dad is a very open-minded person!
You should understand me!"
Aunt Qiao and Qiao Chunyan left the Zhou family in disappointment. Seeing Qiao Chunyan and her daughter leaving, Zhou's mother Li Suhua quickly pulled Zhou Bingkun and asked, "Kun'er, are you really determined to demolish everything and build a new house?
How about keeping this old house?"
“Mom, if the old doesn’t go away, the new won’t come!
I'm going to build a two-story Chinese-style courtyard house!
It would be a pity not to build a beautiful building for such a big place!" Zhou Bingkun explained with a smile after hearing Zhou's mother Li Suhua's suggestion that we keep the Zhou family's old house.