Zhou Bingkun suddenly had such a huge sum of money, and it would be false to say that he was unhappy, but in front of Ma Tingfang of "Oriental Daily", he still maintained a calm expression.
Seeing how unpredictable Zhou Bingkun was in front of him, Ma Tingfang also thought that he was a truly capable person.
At first, I thought that Zhou Bingkun would be great for writing "The Rise of Great Powers", but I didn't expect that he would complete "Hexi Corridor" so quickly.
To be honest, in Ma Tingfang's heart, he values the "Hexi Corridor" more.
Because it is not only historical literature, but also a cultural and tourism theme, it is easier to spread in Hong Kong Island and even abroad.
Although "The Rise of the Great Powers" has a profound historical background, it is the history of the Nine Kingdoms viewed from Zhou Bingkun's own identity and perspective as a Chinese, and it is only intended to provide reference for domestic development.
Therefore, it is destined that the "rise of a great power" can only spread rapidly domestically and cause a sensation, and at most spread to the Chinese community abroad.
"Mr. Zhou, have you ever thought about developing in Hong Kong Island?
As long as you have ideas, I dare not promise anything else!
The position of deputy editor of "Oriental Daily" can still be agreed in advance!" Looking at Zhou Bingkun in front of him, Ma Tingfang said with a sincere invitation.
"Haha, thank you very much for your favor, Mr. Ma!
It’s just that this is not my ambition, and I have never thought about leaving Northeast China to develop elsewhere.
I just want to take care of my own family with peace of mind!" Zhou Bingkun shook his head and explained with a smile.
"Ah? Mr. Zhou, your idea is a little confusing to me!
For a great talent like you, only the outside world is most suitable for you!
It would be a pity if you have been living in a small place like the Northeast!" Ma Tingfang's eyes widened in surprise.
"Haha, what will you do after you get out?
Go to Shenzhen? Go to Hong Kong Island? Or go to New York in the United States?
Then make a lot of money!
Meet all kinds of stunning beauties!
Enjoy all kinds of feasting and entertainment life!
When I looked back, I realized that my relatives were getting further and further away from me!
Even many relatives are no longer there!
Then what’s the use of having so much money?”
Hearing Zhou Bingkun's disapproving thoughts, Ma Tingfang was completely shocked, and suddenly realized that he and Zhou Bingkun were the same kind of people.
Just a few days after arriving in Shenzhen, Ma Tingfang was tired of the endless banquets and endless forced smiles.
There are also those "upstarts" who don't make sense at all, and many of their behaviors are incomprehensible.
Just like that Factory Director Liu, who invited himself to visit his factory in the middle of the night to watch "Mao Yao" in the dark?
"Mr. Zhou, what you said makes sense!
I never thought you could see so clearly at your age!
Ma is ashamed!”
"Mr. Zhou, if you have any new works in the future, please contact Ma!"
...
After Zhou Bingkun finished everything, the first thing he thought of was how to thank Mr. Zhou for his help. However, because of the special age, it was not suitable to give money directly.
Zhou Bingkun first went to the state-owned store and bought two boxes of Maotai and two sticks of Chinese cigarettes, and then some candies and snacks. He specially borrowed a tricycle and went to Mr. Zhou's home.
Seeing Zhou Bingkun's exaggerated behavior, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou opened their eyes in shock, "Bingkun, what are you doing?"
"Haha, I have something to ask Mr. Zhou again!"
"Oh? Then what do you want me to draw for you this time?
There is no need for such a heavy gift!
It will be over in a while, take the things away quickly!" After hearing Zhou Bingkun's words, Mr. Zhou said angrily.
"Mr. Zhou, this matter is very troublesome. This little thing is really nothing!"
"Oh?" Hearing Zhou Bingkun's explanation, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou looked at each other in surprise.
"Here's the thing!
Mr. Zhou, because my family is a phototypewriter and there are quite a lot of people in my family!
The old house was not only old, but also uninhabitable!
Just getting ready to build a new house!
This time I want to ask Mr. Zhou to help me design a two-story Chinese-style courtyard house, and then help me contact some building materials!"
"Haha, no wonder you are so generous today!
Not to mention helping you design your house, even the building materials are not a simple matter!"
"Okay! I will accept your gift!
I can help you with both things!
However, I have to go to your house in advance to measure it on the spot!"
"Of course, as long as Mr. Zhou has time, I can take Mr. Zhou there at any time!"
"Haha, considering the weight of your gift, let's go now!
Once the measurements are done, I’ll help you with everything else!”
"Then thank you Mr. Zhou!"
...
Zhou Bingkun directly rode his bicycle and took Mr. Zhou to Guangzipi. Mr. Zhou was also a little surprised to see how big the Zhou family's place was.
"Mr. Zhou, some time ago, one of our neighbors moved to Shenzhen.
Another neighbor also returned to his hometown in the countryside!
Then I bought them all!”
"No wonder the homestead is so big!
Building a two-story courtyard house must be very beautiful!
But, Bingkun, have you really decided to build two floors?"
"Uh? What's wrong?" Zhou Bingkun was a little confused.
“Wouldn’t it be too eye-catching to suddenly build a two-story house here in Guangzipian?
For such a large homestead, just one floor is almost enough to live in!
There’s really no need to build it in two layers!” Mr. Zhou thought it was a miracle and revealed the key point in one sentence.
Hearing Mr. Zhou's concern, Zhou Bingkun fell into deep thought. The picture showed a cluster of low houses.
If you really build a two-story house, you may really feel like you stand out from the crowd.
"That's what Mr. Zhou reminded me!
It seems I didn’t think enough of it!
Then Mr. Zhou can just follow the ordinary courtyard design on the first floor!
This can save a lot of money!”
"Haha, Bingkun, don't worry!
The house I designed will definitely satisfy you!" Seeing that Zhou Bingkun listened to his own opinions, Mr. Zhou was very happy. Many young people often cannot listen to other people's opinions when they are proud.
...
Zhou Bingkun brought Mr. Zhou over for on-the-spot measurements, but was seen by the neighbor who was working on the photogram. Only then did he realize that Zhou Bingkun had really decided to build a new house.
The neighbors were all surprised in unison. Aunt Qiao had the best relationship with the Zhou family, so she quickly ran over to inquire about the situation, "Bingkun, are you sure you want to build a house?"
"Yes! Aunt Qiao!
Zheng Juan will give birth in a few months, and I also want the baby to be in a new home as soon as he is born!
The Spring Festival is coming soon, and the whole family will come back to celebrate the festival, so we can’t have no place to live!” Zhou Bingkun explained with a smile.
"Oh! How much does this cost?
Bingkun, do you have enough money?
Do you want to use some from Auntie's side?" Aunt Qiao said suddenly worriedly.
"Haha, thank you, auntie!
It’s not a two-story building, it’s just an ordinary courtyard house, it doesn’t cost much!” Zhou Bingkun said with a smile and refused.
In fact, Zhou Bingkun was telling the truth. If he had known that building a two-story house was not suitable, Zhou Bingkun would not have been so anxious to raise money.
Now he has a huge sum of 450,000 yuan in his account, and his house can be built for a few thousand yuan at most. Suddenly, Zhou Bingkun has a ridiculous feeling of "killing mosquitoes with a cannon."