Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 44 Two emails

Pack a house.

Today is the weekend, and Bao Guowei rarely goes out. He stays at home and handles housework with Lao Bao.

"Guowei, let dad come, let dad come, you just go to study, how can I let you do this kind of work!"

Lao Bao said this, but when he saw his diligent son, he still smiled on his face.

"I must take care of the spider webs on the roof. What if your old arms and legs are broken?"

Bao Guowei, who was standing on the chair, said while covering his nose.

"Okay, okay."

Lao Bao didn't refute but just smiled to himself. He rolled up his sleeves and his face felt warm. As if he thought of something, he couldn't help but ask.

"Guowei, the mailbox you mentioned last time has been installed. Will anyone really send us a letter?"

A few days ago, Bao Guowei suddenly asked Lao Bao to install a mailbox at his door. In the past, any letters from the Bao family and school news were sent to Qin Mansion for collection.

But now that Bao Guowei has spoken, and now that the family has dozens of dollars from Bao Guowei, they still have plenty of money.

Lao Bao went to the post office in the city during off-duty hours and took care of the mailbox. He sniffed and said with a smile.

"It's still an iron lump, very beautiful."

Bao Guowei said with a smile: "There may be a few emails sent in the near future. If they are from the school, keep them for me and don't open them. If they are from the Shanghai stock market, keep the money inside."

Lao Bao opened his mouth in surprise. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Bao Guowei, is this Bao Guowei's home?"

The postman outside looked left and right and looked like there were no residents nearby. This was the only one in this circle, especially the brand new mailbox at the door, which was very conspicuous.

"It should be this one."

The postman was a little confused. Just as he was about to put the letter into the mailbox, he saw an old man wearing a worn-out cotton-padded jacket running out in a hurry.

"Oh, it's Bao Guowei. It's Bao Guowei. Just give me the letter."

The postman was finally sure, stopped his hand, handed a package in his hand to Lao Bao and said.

"Email forwarded from Shanghai Stock Exchange."

"Okay, okay." Lao Bao bowed his head and nodded with a smile on his face.

The postman didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned around and left, muttering a few words in a low voice before leaving.

"Does this also need a mailbox? What a waste."

Lao Bao heard this, but he had become accustomed to it over the years. He had a cheerful face and didn't care at all. He closed the door and turned around and ran towards the inner hall.

"Guowei Guowei, the letter from Shanghai has arrived. Please take a look."

Lao Bao waved the mail in his hand and said to Bao Guowei, who was still standing on the chair.

"Dad, please take it apart and take a look. The royalties should have arrived."

"Author's fee? What is that?" Lao Bao was a little confused, and then curiously opened the seal of the email with scissors.

He was very careful in his movements. In the past, he helped the master and the young master collect mail. He also helped Bao Guowei receive some school transcripts or notices. This was the first time that he had sent it home.

But when he opened the letter, he was stunned because there was a large green banknote lying solidly inside.

Lao Bao rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and it took him a long time before a sentence came out of his mouth.

"One hundred yuan?!!" As he thought about it, Lao Bao suddenly felt a little worried. "Why do you have so much money? Guowei, you can't do bad things!"

"One hundred dollars?"

Bao Guowei was a little strange. He calculated in his mind that his manuscript only totaled more than 25 words. Even if it was counted as words, that thousand words would cost yuan.

It's not that exaggerated, right? I remember that the highest manuscript fee during the Republic of China was only 15 yuan per thousand words. After all, one yuan in this period was very different from that in later generations.

Bao Guowei finally understood after jumping off the chair and taking a look at the letter.

It turns out that the "Times" paid me a writing fee of 15 per thousand words, which converted to more than yuan, and the remaining yuan was to invite me to be their columnist.

From now on, each article can be counted as fifteen thousand words, and a certain amount of dividends will be given based on sales volume as appropriate. Bao Guowei had a smile on his face. He had not originally wanted to apply for this newspaper. After all, according to the information in his memory, this newspaper was not a good choice. But since it was introduced by Mr. Taiyan, he had no objection.

Unexpectedly, there is an unexpected surprise now. This income is comparable to the tutoring fee given by Zhang Nianyue.

And this manuscript fee is real, just for writing an article. With the amount of knowledge in my head now, if I can write an article in three days, wouldn't my monthly income be more than 1,000 yuan?

But this is just a thought. Currently, this hundred yuan can already make the Bao family live a good life.

Bao Guowei patted Lao Bao on the shoulder, and in order to reassure him, explained: "Writing articles, these are the royalties paid by the newspaper for writing articles."

Lao Bao now firmly believes in Bao Guowei's words. When he heard that he was writing an article, he immediately felt relieved and said with a smile on his face: "Can you make so much money by writing articles? It's good to study, it's good to study!" "

After a few words I started to cry again.

Bao Guowei put his arms around his shoulders helplessly and said with a smile: "Now that we are rich, Dad, from now on you can quit your job at the Qin Mansion and enjoy your happiness at home!"

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. You still have to make a living, and you can't just sit back and live in vain."

"Director Lou, Bao Guowei's matter has been spread in the school recently. You must handle this matter properly without any mistakes."

In the office, Principal Qi Ling made a pot of tea, poured himself a cup, and spoke to Lou Youquan in a serious voice.

Lou Youquan grinned, revealing two rows of big yellow teeth, and said proudly: "Principal, don't worry, the education department attaches great importance to it, we can't neglect it, right? I have already taken care of this matter, and the disciplinary order has been issued. ”

"This classmate Bao Guowei was very uncooperative and encountered many difficulties in the handling process!" He also did not forget to bring out Bao Guowei to arrange it.

"Hmph! I have said before that we should recruit fewer students like this, but the requirements of the education department are really unstoppable. In addition, Bao Guowei had someone guarantor for him before, so he was recruited as an exception." Qi Ling Leng snorted and said with some displeasure. "In the future, we will pay close attention to this student. If he causes any trouble again, he will be severely punished and even expelled."

"Yes, yes, it should be so." Lou Youquan nodded repeatedly, with a plan in mind.

At this time, Qi Ling seemed to remember something again. He narrowed his eyes and continued.

"We can do a home visit in the near future. If I see this classmate Guo Chun's home, we can have a good trip, right?"

Lou Youquan understood immediately, this sentence just hit his heart, he patted his thigh and said.

"Really, Principal, you are very considerate. Before this year is over, I will arrange a home visit for Guo Chun in the near future."

"Okay, okay, drink tea, drink tea."

While talking, Qi Ling filled another cup of tea for Lou Youquan.

But at this time, a shouting sound suddenly came from outside the door.

"Principal Qi! Principal Qi! Good news! Great news!"

Not long after, a young man with a somewhat green face broke in.

Qi Ling frowned, and when he saw that it was his new secretary Xiao Zhu, he said with some displeasure.

"How many times have I told you, Xiao Zhu, tell me something slowly and knock on the door when you come in."

Xiao Zhu gasped and explained word for word: "No. No, Principal Qi, it is indeed a great thing. It is a letter of commendation, a letter of commendation from Mr. Chu Nan!"

"Mr. Chu Nan!"

As soon as they heard the name, both of them stood up immediately, the joy on their faces almost jumped out of their faces. Qi Ling didn't care about pursuing Xiao Zhu's rashness and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Mr. Chu Nan has a letter? What kind of commendation letter? Please tell me clearly."

After taking a few breaths, Xiao Zhu finally understood what he was saying and waved the letter in his hand.

"It's a commendation letter written by Mr. Chu Nan, and it's addressed to classmate Bao Guowei from our school!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Bao Guowei."

Qi Ling and Lou Youquan looked at each other, and after careful confirmation, they realized that they had heard correctly.

It took a long time before a sentence suddenly popped out of his throat.

"Bao Guowei?!!"

(End of this chapter)