"Aunt Chen, do you still have garlic? Come and have two cloves"

"I also want a bowl of noodles soup. If I eat too much chemical food."

"I want to have another bowl of noodles, but I'm not full!"

In Jiang Xiaoyan’s noodle shop, there were seven people including Li Ye, Li Yue, and each of them had a big bowl of food.

When eating a bowl of hot mutton soup noodles in the middle of winter, the cold air in my body was immediately dispelled.

Jiang Xiaoyan's father Jiang Yougui came out of the kitchen with a smirk and placed a large handful of garlic cloves and two bowls of noodle soup on the table.

"Hehe, eat more, don't have money, please pay attention to your fullness, and pay attention to your enough."

"How can we not have money? Uncle Jiang, if you don't have money, we won't dare to eat it."

"You can't ask for money, you really can't ask for money."

Jiang Yougui rubbed the corner of his clothes and returned to the kitchen with a embarrassed look on his face.

Then Jiang Xiaoyan, who was working in the kitchen, whispered to him: "Can you speak? You keep your money on your face all day long. If you are so annoying, just go back to your hometown."

"I didn't say it's bad! You can't ask for money. You're all classmates, what's the point of asking for money?"

Listening to the man's aggrieved voice, Li Ye, Hu Man and others couldn't help but be funny and helpless.

There was no long holiday during the Spring Festival in the 1980s, so Jiang Xiaoyan and her mother did not go home with Li Ye and others, nor did they return to Beijing together. They only stayed in their hometown for two days and rushed back to work on their own small noodle restaurant.

After Li Ye and others arrived at Jiang Xiaoyan's noodle shop, they found that Jiang Yougui, who had been in his hometown last year, had arrived, but Jiang Xiaoning, who had been in the capital for several months, disappeared.

Everyone was embarrassed to ask in person, and when they finished their meal and were about to leave, they asked Jiang Xiaoyan at the door.

Jiang Xiaoyan said: "What's there to say? My brother can't bear the hardships of the capital, so he will go back to his hometown!"

Han Xia was straightforward and had a good relationship with Jiang Xiaoyan, so she asked indifferently: "Then are you willing to do it? I saw him last time, but I won't go back to my hometown!"

Jiang Xiaoyan shook her head and said, "He has entered a joint venture instant noodles factory in his hometown. He works for eight hours a day, forty or fifty yuan a month. What's wrong with him?"

Han Xia nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes, your business is too arduous."

Although Jiang Xiaoyan’s family has a small business, they have to get up at three or four in the morning and close at ten in the evening. After working hard for many years, they can sleep even while standing.

Jiang Xiaoning has never done heavy work since she was a child, how could she stand this?

There is another reason Jiang Xiaoyan didn't say it.

That is, Jiang Xiaoning suffered such a great crime and could not make money!

My mother and sister caught the money tightly, and only had five yuan a month to spend. If you say something more, you would treat him as a "blind wanderer".

Jiang Xiaoning works in a white and unlucky way, and she doesn’t have time to go around the capital, and life is hard!

In the end, under the coercion and temptation of his sister, Jiang Xiaoning agreed to a humiliating treaty of sending 15 yuan a month, and waited at home for Chen Jinhua to save money for him to marry a wife.

As for bringing his father Jiang Yougui to the capital, Jiang Xiaoyan was unwilling to do so. His mother Chen Jinhua's serious illness made him hold a very resentful hatred for his father Jiang Yougui.

Just now, Li Ye and others realized the conflict between the two of them.

Li Ye looked at Jiang Xiaoyan with an unpleasant face and said to other classmates: "You get in the car first, I'll talk to Xiaoyan something."

Jiang Xiaoyan immediately said unhappily: "Li Ye, do you want to give me food again? Can you stop being so stubborn?"

"Am I a slow guy?"

Li Ye glanced at Jiang Xiaoyan, pointed to the sign in the noodle restaurant and said, "Did this sign be ordered by your mother or you?"

The noodle restaurant of Jiang Xiaoyan’s family is called “Chen Family Noodle Restaurant” and is Chen Jinhua’s Chen.

Jiang Xiaoyan said in confusion: "It was my mother and I who discussed it, what's wrong?"

Li Ye smiled and said, "Do you think your mother is a smart person?"

Jiang Xiaoyan didn't understand what Li Ye meant, so she could only nodded silently.

Even if Jiang Xiaoyan is a college student, she has to admit that her mother is a smart and capable person. If it weren't for her persistence, Jiang Xiaoyan would have dropped out of school to work in farming long ago.

"So! It's not stupid for your mother to pull your father to the capital," Li Ye whispered: "Your mother is probably going to split up."

"Split up?"

Jiang Xiaoyan was stunned and suddenly seemed to understand something.

No wonder I tried my best to oppose it. My mother wanted to bring my father from her hometown to the capital.

Li Ye looked at Jiang Xiaoyan's appearance and smiled and said, "Your mother didn't come out of Qingshui County before, and her vision was somewhat limited, but from now on, your mother will be the head of the household."

""

Li Ye saw that Chen Jinhua had only taken a year to make the small noodle restaurant very vivid and was already planning to open a second branch.

Once this kind of woman with super-motivated power broadens her horizons, how could she be restricted by the people of the Lao Jiang family?

Just like the signature "Chen Family Noodle Restaurant" at the entrance of the noodle restaurant, Chen Jinhua can completely control the power in this small home in Beijing.

Jiang Yougui is an honest and honest person, and he will only be a "virtuous supporter" in the future!

.........

There are two reasons why Li Ye returned to the capital early. The first is because of the school debate team's training preparations, and the second is of course to go shopping in the lanterns with Wen Leyu.

And the second reason is the main reason, the debate team is always on the way.

Many years ago, the flower planter had a serious defense between men and women, but during the Chinese New Year Festival, whether it was a lady or a jassic family, they could watch handsome men under the lanterns all over the streets and imagine the story of a talented woman in the storybook.

Therefore, the Lantern Festival offers girls a chance to visit the lanterns, which has profound significance throughout the ages. Romance is not an imported product. My ancestors have long played with it for many times.

Li Ye and Wen Leyu were holding hands, each holding a string of candied haws and wandering on the street full of lanterns.

Occasionally, Li Ye would put his candied haws in front of Wen Leyu's little face.

Wen Leyu never dislikes it. He will open his mouth and bite it with his teeth, shake his neck and rub the hawthorn off the bamboo stick.

Then in less than a minute, Wen Leyu would put his candied haws in front of Li Ye and go for another wave.

It can be said that just because of their current relationship, they are just as close to the real couple, and even Li Ye is a little bolder, he may not be able to try it.

"Well, by the way, a few days ago, my mother asked her colleague to bring back some literary review magazines from the Lighthouse, which contained comments on "Song of Ice and Fire". After reading it, she was a little angry."

"Um?"

Li Ye spitted out the hawthorn seeds in his mouth and said seriously: "What did you say in the comments?"

Wen Leyu said: "There is a very famous writer who said that our books are not of a kind, and it is not Western thinking at all, but just to cheat money from readers."

“This comment is a bit mean.”

After the first volume of "Song of Ice and Fire" was published, the market responded well. Now it has reached the second volume, making a lot of money, but if you want to cheat money, you have to say

Li Ye suddenly asked, "Is the writer who commented called Wood?"

Wen Leyu nodded and said, "Yes, it's him. My mother asked a classmate who is familiar with the Lighthouse literary circle. This Wood is not an unknown person."

"You don't know the inside story," said Li Ye: "Our "Song of Ice and Fire" also held a prize-winning essay contest at the Lighthouse. Wood's first draft was the first in the Americas, but he didn't have time to go to Hong Kong Island."

Li Ye briefly talked about what happened in Hong Kong Island, and then said: "Food was very arrogant and disdained to argue with us, but he couldn't resist the "Song of Ice and Fire" sold well!

I asked Pei Wencong during the Chinese New Year. According to incomplete statistics, my income last year should be between 4.5 million and 5 million US dollars.

Then if Wood had accepted our translation contract at that time, he would now receive a translation fee of $450,000 to $500,000.

When the next few volumes are listed, the royalties will be reduced by several times. Wood is very proud, so the money has fallen on others, so he regrets it.”

"Ahem~"

Li Ye suddenly heard Wen Leyu's cough.

He quickly took out a small silver kettle from his arms, opened the lid and put it on the little girl's mouth.

“Tons tons~”

Wen Leyu drank half a pot of warm water in one breath before opening his eyes to Li Ye and said, "Didn't we agree at that time? Just pay them a salary, why do you give them so much?"

Li Ye had told Wen Leyu before that the value of "Song of Ice and Fire" will exceed tens of millions of dollars in the near future, and there is no upper limit in the future.

Wen Leyu was somewhat suspicious at that time, but Teacher Ke believed in Li Ye very much.

Later, Li Ye also told Wen Leyu that the manuscript fee was over one million", but it was within Wen Leyu's psychological tolerance and nothing was wrong.

But how long has it been? It has soared to five million? What’s even more terrible is why do those "tool people" take away the royalties of 500,000 yuan?

That's $500,000!

Li Ye had to take a look at Lan Wenleyu's little waist and said, "This is nothing to do! Our first draft cannot meet the requirements of Western readers. Ten percent of the translation cost must be given.

But they make more money, don’t we make more money? After deducting the translation fee of 20% of the two authors, Pei Wencong then accounts for 30%, and we get 56% of the money."

"Oh, we're making more, more."

Wen Leyu's little head nodded repeatedly, comforting himself, and quickly calculated in his heart how much one-third of the 56% was.

The answer is nearly one million. In addition, Teacher Ke also said that Wen Leyu was in charge, so the one that gathered in Wen Leyu would be nearly two million US dollars.

But she suddenly thought of something and asked again: "Is the five million you mentioned? Is the American version of the United States? Or is it combined with the European version?"

Li Ye smiled and said, "Of course it's the American version, and the European version has a little less sales, more than three million!"
To be continued...