"You kid, it's hard enough for your mother to be busy every day. You can't tell her everything. It'll put too much pressure on her." Yu Hansheng changed the subject, lectured Yu Dong, and then turned around.
He looked at Qin Fang with a smile: "Hey, wife, when did you come back? I have something to tell you, our son..."
Yu Dong stood behind and smiled, old man, old man, although your attitude changed very tactfully, you looked very embarrassed when you took half a step back.
His father, Yu Hansheng, didn't know the specifics. He talked to Qin Fang for a long time but couldn't get to the point. Yu Dong simply told them about the subscription certificate.
But I only said that I went out these days mainly to inspect the situation, and then I thought it was good, so I used the royalties to buy some subscription certificates. I didn’t say how much I bought specifically.
Then Yu Dong said to the old couple: "It's better not to tell others about the subscription certificate."
Yu Hansheng nodded with deep understanding and said: "That's right, it's not easy to tell others about this. Think about it, if you don't win the subscription certificate, you won't be laughed at. If you win, we will make money, and others will
It’s our fault that we didn’t take them with us.”
Yu Dong nodded, it seemed that the old man could still see clearly.
Qin Fang rolled her eyes at the father and son, "On this matter, you are afraid that I will leak the secret to you, right?"
"No, absolutely not." Yu Hansheng immediately waved his hand and said: "I am just like you, and I didn't know about the subscription certificate. This kid didn't tell me just now."
Yes, it was completely sold.
Qin Fang glanced at Yu Hansheng, and then asked Yu Dong with concern: "Son, is this certificate reliable? If it fails, will all the money be wasted?"
"I heard others say it's okay, so I thought about giving it a try. You and dad have been worrying about me all these years. Now that I've grown up, it's time to worry about my family. If it really works this time
By making money, you two will be able to relax in the future."
Hearing Yu Dong's words, Qin Fang felt as sweet as honey. Most parents in the world are like this. They don't necessarily want their children to become dragons and phoenixes. As long as they can get a little care from their children, they will be satisfied.
"Your father and I are not too old yet, so we can still be busy. By the way, son, how much did the certificate cost this time? Do you still have money?"
Yu Dong smiled and said: "I still have some money I earned from writing books. It's enough for me to spend on myself. You don't have to worry."
"That's good." Qin Fang felt relieved, "You earned the money yourself, your dad and I don't have any big opinions on how to use it. But no matter what, you have to leave yourself a way and don't push yourself into a dead end.
.You are not young anymore, it’s time to think about your own affairs.”
In fact, Qin Fang didn't know how much money Yu Dong earned from writing books. She thought to herself that Yu Dong didn't publish a few articles, so he earned a thousand or eight hundred yuan, so it was just what he spent.
If she were told that her son spent over two hundred thousand dollars to buy a bunch of pieces of paper and go home, she would probably explode on the spot.
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The day before the Chinese New Year, Yu Dong went to the "Harvest" magazine office.
Since there was no direct bus, he had no choice but to get off the bus early and then take a shortcut through the Siming Village alley to Julu Road.
You can get a glimpse of the life style of Shanghai Lane in Siming Village. You can see many old men and women sunbathing along the way.
Without exception, they all have gentle smiles on their faces. In a place like Siming Village, a smile is really not a luxury.
After passing through the alley, Yu Dong soon arrived at the Shanghai Writers Association Center.
The retro door is open, and there are signs hanging on the tile wall next to it, with words such as "Harvest" and "Sprouting" written on them. These are all affiliated units of the Shanghai Writers Association.
"Who are you looking for?"
Just as Yu Dong stared at the sign for a while, an old man ran over.
There is always an old janitor in every unit, and each janitor seems to have a similar style, as if they have received uniform training.
"I'm going to "Harvest" as I made an appointment before." Yu Dong said with a smile.
The uncle heard that Yudong's accent was local, so he was not embarrassed and nodded, "You know the way yourself."
"I recognize it, I can just go in by myself."
This is not the first time Yu Dong has come to the Writers Association, and he also knows where the office of "Harvest" is.
For people of the Dong generation, they have grown up reading magazines such as "Harvest" and "Sprout". This is a place they yearn for very much. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a "holy place".
If you walk through Julu Road, you must take a few glances inside. Even if you can't go in, you can feel that you are closer to the palace of literature just by taking a few glances.
Although it was not Yu Dong's first time here, he still marveled at the environment here. Entering from the entrance was a spacious corridor, and walking further in, the view became wider, and a retro courtyard suddenly appeared in front of him.
Directly ahead, there stands a statue of Psyche with delicate lines. This statue can also represent the overall style of the entire manor.
Before it was used as the office of the Shanghai Writers Association, it was known as the Garden of Love. It was the residence of the tycoon Liu Jisheng and was Liu Jisheng’s 40th-year-old gift to his wife.
At this time, several people in the yard were chatting under the flower shed. It seemed that people who worked here came out to relax.
Yu Dong walked straight through the yard and entered the building, where he found the editorial office of "Harvest". After entering, he looked around for a while. There was a middle-aged man sitting very close to the door. Yu Dong leaned over and asked, "Excuse me Is Editor Wang Yu here?"
The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Yu Dong through the thick glasses, showing a puzzled expression.
"What do you want from Wang Yu?"
Yu Dong thought this man's reaction was really interesting. When others encountered this kind of situation, they would usually first look at the location of the person they were looking for. Fortunately for him, he started to inquire instead.
Maybe he is Wang Yu.
"My name is Yu Dong. I have contacted Editor Wang before and made an appointment to come and visit."
Hearing Yu Dong announce his home address, the man stood up immediately with an excited smile, "Hello, Teacher Yu Dong, I am Wang Yu, welcome."
Yu Dong took hold of Wang Yu's extended hand, thinking that it was a coincidence that this guy was really Wang Yu.
"Teacher Yu, please sit down. I'll go and get it for you..." Wang Yu thought for a while and then said, "There's a bit of chaos here. I'll take you to the lounge to sit for a while."
Then he went to the rest room in Dongyin.
"Teacher Yu, I finally expected you to come. In my last letter, I invited you to come and have a look, but you didn't reply to me. I thought you didn't want to come." Wang Yu poured water for Yu Dong.
, said with a smile.
Chapter completed!