This is different from what she and Ding Haiyang discussed at the beginning!
Originally, the couple had planned a plan together, but Ding Limei was unwilling to come over to take care of her. Hiring a nanny was too expensive, so it was better to call her daughter back during the holidays.
There must be a month of winter vacation. After the most chaotic and hard-working month, it won’t be that expensive to hire someone to help you the rest of the time.
As for whether the child needs to be paid living expenses when he is called back...
——Here!
I'll give you one month's salary before school starts. Isn't it 600?
By the way, I’ll ask my future in-laws to come over and meet the child.
If this happens, wouldn't it be a sure thing?
When weighing the two aspects, naturally the six hundred yuan is insignificant.
…
But what Ding Wei means on the phone now...
Bai Xiujuan raised her voice:
"You're still in debt?!"
"That's for sure."
Ding Wei's face is not red, her heart is not beating:
"Mom, think about it, my annual tuition is only 7,000, not to mention living expenses. What kind of job can I earn so much during the winter and summer vacations?"
"If you really want to make money by working part-time, why do all my classmates still need diplomas?"
This, this is true.
Bai Xiujuan did the math.
She now earns less than 3,000 yuan a month, and the price of working as a student is definitely lower.
In their city, temporary workers now earn thirty or fifty yuan a day, and they are required to work for two or three months...
Ding Wei works for one month during the winter vacation and two months during the summer vacation. Even if she has a job during her free time, she still can't earn more than 10,000 yuan...
This will cost more than 10,000 yuan...
For a moment, her heart ached, and she didn't know if it was because of the burden that pregnancy had brought to her.
…
Fortunately, my biological daughter is my biological daughter after all, and now I am very sensible and give her a step down.
Ding Wei was pretending on the other end:
"Oh, Mom, I won't tell you anymore. I have to hand in my paper soon, so I'll fail it first."
She was already confused about the debt she owed, so she had better find a way to settle it first to avoid bugs.
At this time, I told myself to go home and say that I missed her...
Ding Wei sneered.
——No matter what the purpose is, you will definitely suffer.
She probably works as a free nanny.
Well, why not take a poor boyfriend back with you during the holidays, have a big disagreement with your parents, slam the door, and go back to the imperial capital to work with your boyfriend!
This script should be very in line with the rhythm of contemporary young people?
She was thinking to herself, wondering if Xiao Xie would be on vacation then...
…
When Bai Xiujuan went back, she and Ding Haiyang looked at each other.
At the beginning, I only planned to pay 600 for living expenses, but suddenly more than 10,000 foreign debts appeared...
How can this damn girl spend so much money in school?
We have no money anymore, do we still need 600 a month for living expenses? Wasn’t 400 a month fine before?
The couple looked at each other, and Ding Haiyang thought more thoughtfully:
"Tell her to come back."
His abacus was clicking loudly. In the past few decades, he had never been so clear-headed as now.
"I'll take care of you first when I get back. When school starts, I'll give her living expenses -"
"As for everything else, she has a younger brother, and her family's financial situation is very tight. She must find a way to repay the debt she owes."
"She is such an old person. She is an adult. She has no reason for her parents to pay off her debts. It is time for her to be sensible."
…
The sensible Ding Wei soon fell into a new round of baldness.
Because Lao Wang has already set his sights on her again!
While she was crying and rushing to write the paper, Ding Wei even thought that she might as well take advantage of her boss's privileges and arrange a few more recommendation positions for Lao Wang!
Several recommended positions that need to be updated vigorously!
However, a lesson from the past is a guide for the future.
I cheated Lao Wang several times before, but I still have to suffer the consequences...
Ding Wei could only cry and look up the information, not daring to act rashly.
As for those bullshit things at home, just get out of here. Is her studies important if she doesn't have them?
She loves to learn——
┏┛Tomb┗┓...(((m -__-)m
…
The opposite of her is Lao Wang.
Lao Wang has been obviously very proud and high-spirited recently, and his whole mental outlook is like that of a 30-year-old boy, who can't even walk without a smile.
If you want to ask why Professor Wang is so happy, of course it is that his copyright has almost been negotiated.
After most of his life, it is not that he has never published other works, of course he has also published many books.
But that’s all professional. After a lifetime of research, if you haven’t reached this point professionally, then wouldn’t it be ridiculous to say it out loud?
It just happens to be a game——
Of course, Lao Wang is only willing to admit that this is a game, and he is unwilling to admit that he has spent a lot of effort and energy on it.
——My old Wang is indeed a genius. I wrote a story casually, and now someone is waving a lot of money to publish it!
To be honest, this publishing fee is much more than his previous professional books and periodicals.
If God had not given birth to me, Wang Chuanfang, the world of books would be like a long night, hahaha!!!
…
Having achieved his own life cultivation, Lao Wang felt that as a teacher, he still had to cultivate better seedlings for the future.
Nowadays, any one of the many students in the Chinese Department may become a best-selling author.
Especially that Ding Wei.
Seeing that the basic skills of writing are solid, and now the knowledge reserve is not bad, Mathematician Chen and his colleagues have repeatedly praised the recent few novels, saying that the writing style has become more mature.
Lao Wang thought that the great seedlings could not be delayed in his own hands.
No, now that the book has been finalized and published, he can't just write novels in his free time, he also has to recruit his own disciples!
Alas, what a pity.
Why did you disagree with the school's decision to recruit graduate students for you in the early years?
Is it too late this year?
It seems that the time is just right for her sophomore year to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination - if Ding Wei knew that he would be her mentor, she would definitely cry with joy.
He hummed a little tune, held a thermos cup, and walked out of the office in high spirits.
——Oh, this publisher paid so much money in one go, no matter what, Mathematician Chen had to be shocked at night.
Let’s just say that this pen name contains the Five Elements, Feng Shui and metaphysics, and it is not chosen randomly.
This little old lady is still pretentious despite her age, and she has been angry for so long...
You said this is an old married couple, and he doesn’t hide his private money. Shouldn’t he still give it to her when he earns royalties?
Women are difficult to raise, difficult to raise.
…
I had just returned to the staff dormitory area, and as soon as I opened the door of my small fenced courtyard, I saw the fat guy next door, who was getting darker and darker with the arrival of winter, standing at the door with a brand new water gun, pointing it at his plum tree.
Watering.
Lao Wang was not angry either.
I am in a beautiful mood right now and everything I look at is pleasing to my eyes.
"Little Fatty, I've got a new water gun!"
Lao Wang only regretted that the child in front of him was still young and didn't know how to praise.
"You said your grandpa, professor, is so stingy? It's been so many days and I haven't seen you get a new toy... It's embarrassing to tell anyone."
"It's okay. This water gun is going to break later. Come to me and I will replace it for you, Grandpa Wang."
Then he patted his waist bag:
"Your Grandpa Wang is very generous."
The little fat man looked at the adult with a deep expression.
"Grandpa Wang, I'm one year older after the Chinese New Year. How can I still like water guns? Don't keep looking at me with old ideas."
There was actually quite a bit of sigh in his words.
…
Lao Wang was silent for a moment.
The gene of this old Wu is that he is a generation away, so it doesn't matter if the child doesn't know how to praise him, and his words are so irritating.
"So what do you like when you are one year older?"
Talking about this little fat guy makes me excited!
He quickly squatted down, put the water gun on the ground, and then took out a fancy car from the grass on the side.
Then, he assumed a charging stance.
"Four-wheel drive brothers! Sprint, Wild Wolf!!!"
Lao Wang:......
Lao Wang's expression was a little distorted.
Although this thing was held in the little fat man's hand, it had already been opened. You could hear the wheels making a "sizzling" idling sound, and it obviously had a small motor inside.
Small water guns cost 5 yuan or 10 yuan each, which Lao Wang can afford with his own personal money.
This racing car...
After not being a child for many years, Lao Wang is a bit unable to grasp the market situation!
…
Of course, he, Lao Wang, is not without money.
But what does it mean for a big man to walk around with a handful of money every day?
A good man should spend his money on family construction.
As long as the car costs more than 50 yuan, Mathematician Chen cannot take it from his wallet without approval.
Alas, this poor generation of literary giants will eventually belong to this vulgar family.
He pursued the Li Bai-style romance of immortals throughout his life, but in the end he was ruthlessly crushed by Lagrange.
…
Lao Wang suddenly felt a little deaf.
And Xiaopang obviously didn't like the little old man now, so he shouted at the door of his room:
"Grandpa, if your book is published, can I take it to my class and show it to Huahua and the others?"
The voice is loud and bright, and the expression is deliberate, not too vivid.
A pair of eyes were still fixed on Lao Wang.
And someone in the room quickly answered:
"Okay, grandpa will give you a copy when the time comes. Don't show off too much, so as not to hurt some people's hearts."
Immediately afterwards, the door opened.
Lao Wang and Lao Wu were separated by a short fence, and there were sparks in their eyes at this moment.
…
After a long while, Lao Wang's face twitched twice, and a smile was barely fixed on his face for 0.1 seconds.
"what happened?"
There was a hint of weakness in his voice.
"Your book is about to be published."
——This old Wu who has been stabbed a thousand times, his novel is 200,000 words shorter than mine, why is he talking about publishing it so soon!
The corners of Lao Wu's mouth almost reached his ears, his chest was raised high, but his words were quite reserved:
"No, thanks to the readers, the popularity is not bad. If not, the publisher will have to talk about it. It's hard to reject warm hospitality. It's hard to reject warm hospitality..."
Body language is the essence of how young people receive red envelopes during the New Year.
…
After that, he continued to deliver a fatal blow:
"How are you, Lao Wang? Your book has 200,000 words more than mine. It's been so long and I haven't heard any news. Is the market response not very good?"
"Let me tell you, there is still something wrong with what you wrote."
"For example, in the chapter of the Xinglin War that was updated last weekend, if you ask me to say, the miracle doctor Xinghe should not have been sacrificed at all..."
As Lao Wu was talking, his face suddenly looked a little weird, and then he quickly stopped talking, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.
Lao Wang's heart was filled with rage, and thick sourness surged from his belly, almost turning his whole body into a sour apricot.
When he opens his mouth, he also smells like an old cultured person.
"Hey, we who are engaged in culture have to discuss with each other like this."
"Let me tell you, the wording used in the chapter you updated on Monday to bury Tang Sancai was too harsh..."
As he said that, he also followed Lao Wu's example, held his chest high, and tasted the light and refreshing taste in his mouth.
"As for the copyright, I said I won't sell it if I don't want to sell it... The publisher kept chasing after me to buy it and kept raising the price - even if I refused, he wouldn't even listen!"
…
The two faced each other.
The wheels of the four-wheel-drive vehicle that Little Fatty was holding in mid-air were still idling in vain, making the background even more tense.
Fortunately, the battery of this small four-wheel-drive vehicle I won from a dime chewing gum prize was not very good. After buzzing for a few times at the end, it quickly ran out of energy.
Xiaopang was anxious. At this moment, he put a fist on his waist, raised the four-wheel drive with the other hand, and shouted:
"Sprint, Wild Wolf!"
However, he is not Xing Malie, let alone Xing Mahao, and the four-wheel drive does not have any chips installed.
It was still quiet all around.
Finally, the two old men glared at each other, turned around and walked into the house.
And she was bathing in the dim evening dew of winter, and finally she could only rush into the house with a soft voice:
"Grandpa, please give me two yuan to buy batteries..."
…
Xiaopang, who was about to become more mature, finally came home defeated.
I could only hold the empty shell of the four-wheel drive, head to head with my friends, and push the car around with our hands with our buttocks sticking out.
When Lao Wang and Lao Wu returned home, in an instant, their previous good mood was gone, and each other felt itchy at the root of their teeth.
“What does this publisher think?”
Lao Wang walked around the room twice and said to Mathematician Chen who was sitting there wiping his tears and watching "Gold Medal Mediation".
"As for the story written by Lao Wu, I could write 10 to 8 words in a minute. Why was he chosen by the publisher when he only had so few words?"
Mathematician Chen glared at him impatiently.
"Why? Your pen name won't make you popular. Stay away, you'll delay me from watching TV."
On the TV, several mediators were struggling there, which made Mathematician Chen sulky for a while. He couldn't help but glare at the useless old man again:
"None of you men are good."
Lao Wang:......
Isn't it just a pen name?
How come this is an old score again?
I can't live this day!
Is it great to know Euclid? Is it amazing to have the ability to recite the song "The Road to Shu is Difficult"?
…
Lao Wu was also furious at home.
"What kind of bad sense does this publisher have?"
His eldest son is a professor of politics and law next door. At the moment, he is sitting there taking a leisurely sip of hot tea.
"This is worthy of being angry... Didn't you brag before? It's 200,000 words less than Professor Wang next door."
"You little bastard," Old Wu glared at him:
"You think I don't dare to beat you now that you're older, right?"
"What's wrong with Professor Wang next door? He called him uncle when he was a child, but stopped admitting it when he grew up."
The eldest son was so unfairly accused——
Obviously, when you two were scolding each other a while ago, I called you Uncle Wang, and you still scolded me, and now you are looking for trouble again——
It’s obvious that I’m angry in my heart!
This plywood is so annoying!
He quickly shouted outside the house:
"Son, come and give Grandpa a pat on the back to calm him down."
Then he took a cup of his own teacup:
"Dad, I have a dinner party tonight, so I won't eat here tonight."
