1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 114: The prestigious Humanities Publishing House won’t pay?

"Hey, you're quite a smart guy!"

When they got back to the house at No. 15 Hufang Road, his father Jiang Guoqing was surprised. "A house that costs yuan, you can cut the price down to yuan?!"

Rao Yuemei was proud, "Follow me in this regard, I know how to live."

"That's called living well? That's a yard worth ten thousand!"

Jiang Guoqing raised his finger and raised his voice, "Ten thousand! Even if our family didn't eat or drink for a year and everyone's salary was combined, we still couldn't earn that much."

"It hasn't been bought yet." Jiang Xian comforted.

Honestly speaking, even if he was asked to take out 10,000 yuan right now, he really couldn't do it, as he only had more than 6,000 yuan in total.

“But the yard is really nice.”

Jiang Guoqing took a sip of hot tea and savored it: "It's spacious enough. Jingshan Park is right next to it. If you walk a little further, you'll reach Beihai Park. It's convenient to go fishing when you have free time."

"Let's stop thinking about it and wait for news from them." Jiang Xian said.

He finally understood why the landlord was willing to introduce the yard to their tenants even if it meant that they could not live there anymore.

The courtyard in Jingshan East Hutong is much more expensive than courtyards in other places just because it is located in the imperial city.

But at this moment, the capital city is so small.

The Second Ring Road is so small, and outside of it is all suburbs. Not many people care about such a small detail of the geographical location.

If I really had that much money, it would be enough to buy two yards somewhere else.

So if the landlord introduces such a family and they really buy the house, how much of a favor will Jin Baojun have to owe? It seems that Jin Baojun is not an ordinary person. How can ordinary people live in overseas Chinese apartments casually? They need to use overseas remittance coupons and have relatives abroad, quite wealthy relatives.

It was such a coincidence that they ran into a guy like Jiang Xian.

Unlike others, Jiang Xian particularly likes yards in this kind of location.

In his opinion, ten courtyards elsewhere are not as good as this one.

You know, the yards in this area are no different from those carrot pits. If you occupy one, there will be one less. If you buy one, there will be one less.

That’s the imperial city!
What concept?
The old capital city can be divided into four levels by city walls: Outer City, Inner City, Imperial City, and Forbidden City.

It is not that big in total. Apart from the Forbidden City, the Imperial City is the core of the core.

So as long as the yard can be sold, he will buy it.

The "jiupianr" made for lunch at home is made of hand-pulled noodles of varying thicknesses, served with fried sauce, shredded radish, shredded cucumber, and garlic, which has a unique flavor.

He said it was too expensive and he had no money, but when it came to the real meal, all his father and mother talked about was the yard.

"If we live there, what will happen to Jiang Ke's school? It's too far away." Rao Yuemei said worriedly.

"Just run more, or else we'll have to transfer her to another school."

"Where are you going?" Jiang Ke didn't know what was going on, and Blin Blin's eyes widened.

"Our family is planning to move to the imperial city soon." Jiang Xian teased her.

Jiang Ke put down his bowl and became upset.

"Where to move to? In the Forbidden City? Which hall?"

"Why don't you be a princess? Which palace? Lingxiao Palace. You can be a fairy there." Rao Yuemei said.

Had lunch at home and took a nap.

The yard was already decided, and the only plan at the moment was to make money.

Jiang Xian put on his clothes and went back to the Beijing Film Studio.

The crew got a three-wheeled motorcycle from somewhere, which is generally called a "kuazi" these days. It is a domestically produced Changjiang 750 model motorcycle, and this model is used by the police.

Zhu Lin wore a pair of white gloves and black sunglasses and rode slowly around, looking beautiful and cool.

"Not bad!" Wang Haowei was very satisfied.

"You are graceful and elegant, Brother Jiang, you are so lucky!" Ge You said enviously.

Jiang Xian patted his shoulder and reminded him, "Just keep it to yourself, don't spread it around."

Nowadays, people in the same unit are generally not allowed to date openly.

Of course, this is limited to the surface. If you really do it, no one can condemn you. Just like Wang Haowei, she and the cameraman of the crew are a couple.

So it is not advocated, but it is not prohibited either.

Jiang Xian read for a while and then went back to his room in the guesthouse to continue working on his manuscript. For the sake of the courtyard in Jingshan East Hutong, he was now full of motivation to write.

After writing for a while, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw Zhu Lin standing outside.

"Where did you go this morning?" She came in, and Jiang Xian closed the door and locked it.

"I went to see the whole yard."

Zhu Lin was standing in front of a mirror with "The East is Red" written on it, adjusting her braids. She was surprised when she heard Jiang Xian's answer.

"You want to buy a yard? A mixed courtyard or a quadrangle?"

"Siheyuan."

"A courtyard house is not cheap. Where is it?"

"It's next to Jingshan Mountain, less than a kilometer away from the Forbidden City. It probably takes less than ten minutes to walk there."

"Such a nice place!" Zhu Lin was shocked. "How much does it cost?"

"It's not cheap. We're still negotiating. I quoted him a price of 10,000 yuan."

Hiss!
"How much?" Zhu Lin blinked her eyes, thinking she had misheard.

"Ten thousand dollars."

"This is too expensive!" Zhu Lin was really shocked. She knew Jiang Xian had a high income, but she didn't expect that he could easily buy a yard for ten thousand yuan.

She found this matter unbelievable. If his parents knew about it, their jaws would probably drop.

"Don't make that expression."

Jiang Xian gave her a handful of roasted melon seeds.

"I can't come up with 10,000 yuan right now, so I'm going to discuss it with him first. I'll raise the money slowly."

"I have some savings there too. If you need money, I'll lend it to you first."

"We are all family, why are you trying to be so clear with me? Hurry up and pay me the bill, and you're even keeping some money for yourself."

"???"

His Majesty rolled his eyes and said, "Don't give me that. If anyone wants to pay, it should be you who pays it to me."

"Then you don't object to us being a family?"

"Tui!"

After realizing the meaning of the words, Zhu Lin blushed and spat, "Shameless!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Oh, my face smells like garlic."

Jiang Xian took some time to visit Renwen Press and handed in the author's preface he wrote.

"Jingfeng, when will you pay me the royalties?" he asked.

The royalties from "Furong Town" should be at least a thousand yuan, enough to fill the hole in the yard.

Li Jingfeng took the author's preface, glanced at it for a few seconds, and then looked at him.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"My company doesn't allocate a house to me, so I have to make money to buy a house." Jiang Xian complained.

Li Jingfeng frowned, seeming to be worried.

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Why? Humanities Society won't have any financial problems, will it?"

"That's not it." Li Jingfeng pondered for a moment, "What I mean is that if you wait a little longer, you may get more money."

(End of this chapter)