China Entertainment's My Artistic Career

Chapter 10 Strict Father
Chunfeng Literature and Art put so much effort into creating a second Guo Jingming.

Now that Guo Jingming has brought his own "Reflection in the Left Hand, Time in the Right Hand" and "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams" into the embrace of "Sprouting", the publishing house is naturally unhappy if it loses its profit.

But it was really too bad at the beginning, and there is no way to undo it now.

But He Hua doesn't care about Chunfeng Literature and Art's idea, after all, he is the beneficiary.

When He Hua saw the first 35 royalties ([-] deducted from the computer) entered into his bank card, He Hua was laughing in his dreams at night.

The next day, He Hua was about to transfer 10 yuan to his family. He Hua called his family first:
"Mom, what are you doing?" He Hua restrained the corners of his mouth from rising.

"Oh, baby, tell me, I'm having breakfast with your dad."

"What are you eating?"

"Rice soup steamed buns, mixed with cabbage, have you eaten yet?"

"Eat and eat."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" He Hua's mother heard that He Hua's tone was wrong, so she stood up and asked.

"Hey." He Hua laughed silly.

"The manuscript fee has come down?" He Hua's father understood a little when he heard the laughter.

During this period of time, they often saw their son's name in the newspaper, and they communicated with him. They were relieved when they heard that it was Mr. He Hua who helped make the match.

Let He Hua thank you very much.

He Hua hummed with a little pride: "Dad, let's buy a suite."

He Hua's father was a little speechless, but He Hua's mother was interested in this aspect, and quickly asked: "How much? Is it enough to buy a house?"

"Yeah, the first payment was 35." He Hua replied calmly.

"How much? 35, my God, my God."

"Wife, wife, 'crack' 'crack', why are you excited, sit down, sit over there" He Hua's father saw that his wife was a little too excited, and hurriedly scolded.

He Hua was also shocked: "Dad, is my mother okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little excited, I hit her twice, and it will be fine when she calms down, don't worry."

"Oh, I'm scared to death!"

"It's okay, the money has arrived?"

"Yeah, it's all in my account"

"Okay, then listen to me, you are old enough to make money, that's good, it shows that you have the ability to take on your own responsibilities." Then Dad He's voice became severe:
"But you have to remember: you must abide by the law. Do you still remember when you told me that you were going to take the Chinese opera exam? I went to buy a few related newspapers the next day, and there was something clearly published on it. Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know." He Hua remained silent.

"Liu Xiaoqing was suspected of tax evasion! Arrested in Beijing! He was fined by the court and detained for one year."

"That's why I didn't approve of you taking the Chinese opera exam. You can make money in your circle, you can make a lot of money, but you can also go to jail! Mom and Dad have no skills, but they have never been short of your food and drink since childhood. We don't expect you to become a dragon or a phoenix. We only hope that you are safe and sound!"

Speaking of this, He Hua's father's tone became more severe: "Don't be a slave to money! Be disciplined and law-abiding! Be an upright person! Remember what I said!"

He Hua let out a somewhat unhappy "hmm".He wanted to share the joy of earning money with his family, but his father poured cold water on him.

He Hua's father heard his unhappiness, but ignored him: "Then do you know what to do now?"

"Huh?" He Hua was a little confused.

"Go and pay the taxes" the father's voice was louder.

"Oh, pay the tax, I haven't paid it?" He Hua's mind was about to shut down.

Paying taxes, what is paying taxes, who has to pay taxes, oh oh oh, I have to pay taxes, why pay taxes?

He Hua's mind was in a mess.

"Won't you ask if you haven't paid? You don't have a long mouth, go quickly, by the way, give me the phone number of Teacher Ma who helped you before."

"Ah, Dad, what are you doing? Why do you want my teacher to call?" He Hua was a little panicked, your father is your father, and the authority of 20 years is there.

"Don't worry about it, send it to my mobile phone later. Is there any class today? If you have a class, go to the tax bureau. If you don't have a class, go to the tax bureau to inquire. All right, your mother will tell you tonight, go."

After hanging up the phone, He Hua was a little frustrated. He knew that his father was doing it for his own good, but it was just... hey.
After a busy day, He Hua returned to the dormitory at night.

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, thinking silently: No wonder so many people want to evade taxes, 35 will take more than 7 from me.

He Hua's heart is bleeding!
Whether it's not uncomfortable or uncomfortable, it's the price of cheating.Looking at the player in his mind, He Hua began to mutter: Don't be angry, don't be angry, personnel affairs are like a drama
After waiting for a while, my mother called, and the two happily discussed about buying a house, and He Hua's heart came alive again.

Now the house price in the small county town of my hometown is only four to five hundred, and one hundred thousand can buy a big and good one.

But my mother thinks that there is no rush to buy a house in the county seat, so I will buy it in BJ first. If my son is so promising, he will definitely settle in BJ. If he can’t buy it, he can pay a down payment.

He Hua readily agreed: In the future, the housing prices of those dramas will be tens of millions. Although He Hua doesn't believe that they can rise so high, it will definitely increase. Buy early and make money early.

He Hua, who was sleeping happily, was not so happy in his dream:

I saw my father holding a mace and killing He Hua with a pace that no relatives would recognize. He Hua was so frightened that he ran desperately, shouting as he ran: Dad, don't hit me, I remember what you said, remember, remember.

"Ah..." He Hua woke up profusely in sweat. Gao Jian, who was sleeping head to head, was woken up, squinting his eyes and asking:

"Huazi, what's the matter with you, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay. I had a nightmare. Go to sleep. I'll drink some water." He Hua was still in shock, got out of bed tremblingly, and drank some water.

I sat at the table with my eyes closed for a long time before going back to bed.

In the next few days, He Hua re-entered the creation of "Weird Man Yizhimei".

The three roommates were urging manuscripts every day, and He Hua, who was urging them, wondered if the editor in charge of "Legends of the Ancient Times" had bribed them?
Ma Wenqi's office.

"Sit down, what do you look like crookedly, you should really be allowed to take the body class of the acting department." Ma Wenqi said with a bit of hatred.

"Hey." Liu Zhonglun quickly corrected his sitting posture.

"What are the people in your dormitory busy with recently? I heard some teachers say that you didn't come to the roll call?"

"Impossible, Mr. Ma, we are serious this semester, how could we skip class, please don't wrong us." Liu Zhonglun pretended to be wronged.

Ma Wenqi didn't believe him: "Oh, that's right, why did I hear Teacher Zhou say that I saw you walking outside with that freshman Hong Kong girl during class time."

Sweat dripped from Liu Zhonglun's forehead: "No, Mr. Zhou was wrong. I look a lot like Senior Brother Sun Jian, maybe I misunderstood it." His voice became lower and lower.

"Okay, next time if I find you skipping class, wait for me to tell Director Peng!" Ma Wenqi gave a stern warning, and then casually asked:
"What about He Hua, is he still a girlfriend?"

"No, his brain is not clear."

Liu Zhonglun speaks quickly and his brain is not slow, so he immediately reflected:
"Teacher, He Hua didn't skip class. He was busy studying and writing books all day. We all looked tired. Really, you can persuade him to combine work with rest, right?"

Ma Wenqi felt relieved and looked at Liu Zhonglun who was talking loudly, his head was a little big:

"All right, all right, I'll just ask, you don't need to speak nice words for him, go back and study hard, and you all work hard, don't be left too far behind, go."

Seeing Liu Zhonglun go out, Ma Wenqi shook his head. He also knew that he couldn't ask for too much. There are too few young people in this industry who can make their mark at a young age.

As soon as Liu Zhonglun left the office, he quickly took out his mobile phone and called He Hua, telling him that the teacher was watching him during this time.

He Hua probably knew what was going on, and if he didn't think about it, his parents always felt that their children hadn't grown up.

(End of this chapter)