"How many days have you practiced the stance?"

Wen Qingsheng aimed at Wen Guohua.

Wen Guohua immediately said, "Dad, Li Ye is humble. I went to Quda today and saw the interrogation materials with my own eyes.

More than a dozen people with broken ribs said they were stabbed by a tall and thin young man with a wooden stick."

Li Ye sweats like a waterfall, and Wen Guohua has mastered first-hand information.

Wen Qingsheng smiled at Li Ye and asked, "Tell me, how did you act bravely at that time?"

Be brave to act for justice?

Not counting it! It was Wang Jianqiang who shouted

Li Ye was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly understood.

Last night, he decided to ask Teacher Ke for help, but there was actually some hidden worries. After all, he poked over more than a dozen people with a wooden stick, and he knew that things were small based on his touch.

Since Hengsan can sell parallel goods and foreign garbage, he must be a little capable. If he follows the clues, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Although Kyoto University must protect its students, a student hurts people in the street

If the school punishes Li Ye with a warning, it will be miserable.

But Wen Qingsheng's words "be brave and brave" solved all the problems.

Li Ye looked at Wen Leyu and saw the little girl tilting her mouth in the direction of Teacher Ke, with a proud look.

Li Ye understood that this was Teacher Ke’s idea.

Or, this is Wen Leyu's idea.

Maybe when I was talking to Wen Leyu in the cafeteria this morning, the little girl made a series of plans.

It is certainly possible to solve the problem by finding my brother Wen Guohua, but it is not better to find my mother.

Li Ye smiled apologetically at Teacher Ke and said, "I happened to encounter this, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

"No trouble," Wen Qingsheng said: "If I encounter such a situation, hey."

Before Wen Qingsheng could finish his words, Teacher Ke picked up the wine bottle and filled it with it.

"Come on, eat vegetables and drink."

Wen Qingsheng had no choice. He is at the same level as Teacher Ke now. Although Teacher Ke returned to Beijing later than him, his work was arranged by Uncle Peng himself. There are signs of hen crowing in the future.

Alas ~

The family started eating and drinking, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious, and Teacher Ke spoke.

"Ono, you are still a student now. You should focus on your studies and don't be addicted to other things. This time you are lucky, what about the next time?"

"I know Teacher Ke, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Although Teacher Ke's words were both light and heavy, Li Ye felt heavy pressure.

This is dissatisfied with him.

Men have a natural admiration for force, but women have different ideas. Almost all mothers and daughters in the world hope that their son-in-law will be safe and safe, not cause trouble, and not drink alcohol.

That is, Teacher Ke is kind-hearted. If she looks a little more serious, Li Ye feels that for a moment, she will have the smell of the mother-in-law in "The World".

Fortunately, Wen Leyu was a little bit with her father.

When Wen Guohua said that Li Ye had knocked down more than a dozen people with a wooden gun, the light in the little girl's eyes was as bright as the stars in the sky.

In this era, the men that girls like the most are not rich people, but "heroes".

It's the kind of thing that waves your arm and "fight with me" in the movie.

Soldiers have a very heavy weight in the minds of young people in this era. Otherwise, how could military trousers, military caps, and military shoulder bags be so popular in the 1970s and 1980s?

Wen Leyu grew up with Teacher Ke, but she also admired her father very much. In her eyes, Li Ye seemed to have a smaller version of Wen Qingsheng.

Until the dinner ended, Teacher Ke and Wen Qingsheng did not ask Li Ye any questions, as if the Pengcheng Clothing Factory No. 7 did not exist.

But when Wen Qingsheng sent Li Ye and Wen Leyu back to school, he asked Li Ye casually.

"You are studying economics. What do you think is the situation in Xiushui Street now?"

Li Ye said without much thought: "Xiushui Street is a mess now, but it should be managed in the future!

After all, a spontaneous market has been formed now, which proves that the existence of demand may become more and more prosperous in the future. If it can be managed, it will not only establish order but also increase taxes."

"Tax?" Wen Guohua smiled and said, "Taxes are not easy to do now, and many people are scolding them!"

Before the 1990s, tax collection was not a good job. Tax collectors carried shoulder bags, tax receipts, and went from street to street to carry out tax work.

Li Ye knew one thing.

There was a leader of a grain bureau who was transferred to taxation as the leader. He was so angry! As a result, a few years later

"It's really hard to do the job of asking for money," Li Ye smiled and said that he knew, but he still said: "That Pengcheng Clothing Factory No. 7 can pay taxes according to the rules, which is their duty."

Wen Guohua didn't say anything anymore, glanced at Li Ye, smiled, and sent the two of them to the school all the way.

When he arrived at the school, Li Ye wanted to send Wen Leyu back to the dormitory, but the little girl wanted to take a walk on the banks of Weiming Lake.

As he walked, the little girl asked, "I heard from Li Dayong that you can use a flower gun?"

Li Ye said to the truth: "I have only practiced Hua Gun for a few days. My grandfather practiced a lot when he was young, and later he also changed to practice stings."

The little girl said with a pity: "Why don't you practice anymore? I'm reading your new novel. That Li Tianlang also uses a spear, and in your words, he is so handsome."

Li Ye smiled and said, "I can play with the flower gun, but I haven't learned the essence. If you only play with it for you, you can't see it."

Wen Leyu gave Li Ye a blank look and curled his lips and said, "You have not even asked me to proofread the draft when you write a novel this time."

OK! After wandering around for a long time, the little girl still wants to earn Li Ye’s proofreading fee!

Li Ye took Wen Leyu's hand and said, "I just threw a stone to ask for directions for that book. I plan to write a big one later. I need your help at that time, and I will be very helpful."

Wen Leyu's eyes lit up, and his little head nodded continuously: "It's a matter of determination, no regrets!"

It would be strange if anyone goes back on his word.

......

Hong Kong Island, West Ring Road.

Pei Wencong drove his twelve-year-old Toyota and parked under an old business building.

He tidied up his suit, looked at his leather shoes, and confirmed that there was no trace of dust. He opened the car door and got out and stepped into the door of the business building.

"President Pei is early."

"You're early, you're early."

"Hello, Boss Pei."

"Hello, hello."

After greeting acquaintances all the way, Pei Wencong finally went up to the third floor and walked into a small company - Talang Literature Publishing House.

Pei Wencong is not a working person, he is the boss, editor-in-chief and financial officer of Talang Literature Club.

In short, except for a clerk and an editor and reporter, Pei Wencong has to hold all other positions.

So Pei Wencong felt that his boss was not as good as the two workers in the club.

At least you don’t have to worry about the wages of workers, the rent of the landlord, and the future of the publisher every month.

The Talang Publishing House now has only one and a half monthly magazines that barely make a profit, but it is almost impossible to support the publishing house's normal expenses.

The reason why Pei Wencong stays so glamorous every day is that he doesn't want his employees and landlords to see his embarrassment.

Being a boss is really difficult. Even if the underwear inside is worn out, the suit outside should be crisp and there should be a smile on his face.

"Boss, the fat man came here to urge the rent again. This time we have to pay all the rent for the first three months at a time."

As soon as Pei Wencong sat down, clerk Amin gave him the news he least wanted to hear.

Pei Wencong said calmly: "Then have you told him that we will receive the publication fee next month?"

Amin looked at Pei Wencong, lowered his head and took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Pei Wencong.

"Boss, I won't do it this month. You know the situation at home. Abo has no job and the child wants me to raise my salary."

Pei Wencong was stunned for a moment before taking Amin's resignation letter.

He was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Don't worry, I will settle your salary for you on time."

"Thank you, boss."

Amin bowed to Pei Wencong and thanked him, and then returned to his seat.

She was actually unwilling to leave this publishing house. After all, even if Pei Wencong had no money, he would not have lost the salary of the two of them.

But Talang Literature Publishing House seemed to be unable to hold on, so she could only ask for something else.

It’s hard to find a job now, and I don’t know if the next boss’s heart will be so good.

At 9:30, another employee of the publishing house, Aqiang, entered the door. He was half an hour late and didn't care at all. He threw a mail bag to Pei Wencong and started drawing comics at his work station.
To be continued...