Exciting 1979!

Chapter 257 Wei Ming's Status in the Literary World

"Come out, come out!"

Wei Hong pulled her mother and said, "Now we can go in and take a look."

Two days ago, when her son left, the post office delivered the latest issue of "Popular Cinema." Xu Shufen saw Gong Xue on the cover, so she asked her daughter to inquire when "Good Things Take Time" would be available to read.

She hadn't looked closely the previous two times, but this time she wanted to take a good look at what this girl from Shanghai looked like and compare her to Zhu Lin from Yanjing.

Then she saw Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin came out of there with a middle-aged couple, discussing the movie and her performance as they walked.

Although her acting and the movie were just average, the elderly couple who hadn't been optimistic about their daughter before were now mainly encouraging her, since her performance for the first time was already quite good.

Moreover, they felt that even though their daughter was dark-skinned, she was still the most beautiful girl in the film.

At first, Zhu Lin didn't notice Wei Hong and her son. It was Zhu's father who saw the Peking University badge on Wei Hong's clothes and nudged his wife, saying, "Look, it's from Peking University."

Then Zhu Lin noticed Wei Hong, and then saw Xu Shufen next to her, and then Xu Shufen noticed Zhu Lin.

Wei Hong was the last to react, and while Zhu Lin was hesitating whether to greet her, she started waving and shouting.

"Sister Zhu Lin!"

Zhu's parents looked at their daughter in surprise. She knew someone from Peking University?

Zhu Lin walked over with a smile: "Xiao Hong, you've come to see a movie?"

“Yes,” Wei Hong said, pulling Xu Shufen along, “this is my mother.”

Oh, Mom?!
"Ah, Auntie~" Zhu Lin was a little flustered and almost called Wei Hong "Mom" as well.

Although she had eaten at the same table as Xu Shufen at a restaurant before, Zhu Lin felt embarrassed when she thought about Liu Xiaoqing talking about her and her son in front of her, so she pretended that this was the first time they had met.

Xu Shufen thought so too; let's put that chapter behind us and get to know each other properly if her son ends up with her in the future.

But then Wei Hong asked, "Sister Zhu Lin, are you here to see 'Good Things Take Time' too? My mother insists on seeing that."

Xu Shufen tried to stop her, but it was too late. "Child, what nonsense are you talking about? I didn't really want to see it, I just wanted to take a look."

She noticed the subtle change in Zhu Lin's face. This child really knew that Gong Xue was the lead actor in "Good Things Take Time." Oh dear, could she already know about her son's affairs?!

The situation between Wei Ming and Gong Xue is still uncertain, but Zhu Lin already knows that Wei Ming's mother really likes Gong Xue and insists on seeing her.

Xu Shufen was filled with trepidation. Oh dear, she liked them all.

Just then, Zhu Lin's mother came over to join in the fun: "Linlin, is this your friend?"

“Yes, my friend’s sister and mother,” Zhu Lin didn’t want to say more. “Your movie should be starting soon, hurry up and go in, don’t be late.”

"Hmm, is this movie good?" Wei Hong asked innocently.

Zhu Lin: "We haven't watched it yet, we're watching another one."

"Oh~"

After saying that, Zhu Lin led his parents away, while his parents remained very curious about Wei Hong.

"That child doesn't look very old, yet he's already been admitted to Peking University. What is he studying?" Mr. Zhu asked.

"Mathematics Department," Zhu Lin said casually.

"Wow, that's a genius! How do you know her sister?" Aunt Zhu asked again.

elder sister?

It seems they misunderstood. Zhu Lin could have easily corrected them. By the way, let me introduce the talented, handsome, and tall Comrade Wei.

But when she thought of how Wei's mother had enthusiastically brought her daughter to see "Good Things Take Time," she suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

"Oh, we met during the exam. Mom, I'm hungry, let's hurry home for dinner."

"What to eat?"

"Let's have noodles." Zhu Lin suggested, thinking that it was that man's birthday today, but she felt even more aggrieved.

~
When Xu Shufen and Wei Hong walked out of the screening room an hour and a half later, both of them were very satisfied with the movie, with Xu Shufen being even more satisfied with Gong Xue.

This time, I saw it clearly on the big screen. With all the close-up shots, her face was flawless, her voice was clear and pleasant, and she had a good personality in the movie, so she must be a good kid in real life too.

However, she was still thinking about Zhu Lin from earlier. Could it be that Zhu Lin was angry?

Wei Hong: "Mom, wait a minute, there seems to be a new movie. Let me see what it's about."

What new movie is it?

“Call them traitors.”

Although there was no poster, there was a screening schedule, so Wei Hong directly asked the staff who was in the movie.

There weren't many familiar faces in this movie, but the staff still introduced them in order of the actors. I hadn't heard of the first few, until they mentioned Zhu Lin.

Xu Shufen and Wei Hong's eyes lit up.

"Which Zhu Lin? Is she the very pretty one?"

"She seems to be a newcomer, but she is indeed quite beautiful. The song you showed in the previous performance was 'The Traitor'."

Wei Hong exclaimed excitedly, "Oh my, so Sister Zhu Lin's movie has been released too!"

Xu Shufen was even more worried. It turned out that Xiao Zhu had just taken her parents to see her movie, but she just happened to run into her watching Gong Xue's movie.

She immediately said to her daughter, "Xiao Hong, let's watch another movie together tomorrow, let's watch 'The Traitor'."

Although Wei Hong was quite busy with her studies, Zhu Lin was someone she knew and a friend of her older brother, so she agreed to go.

Xu Shufen was wondering how to let Zhu Lin know that she had also watched her movies.

Oh, right, write a letter to my son!

The son will definitely tell Xiao Zhu, so why not mention "Good Things Take Time" again? That way, Xiao Gong should know about it too.

Regardless of who her son ultimately chooses, she, as the mother-in-law, cannot let him down.

~
With my mother working so hard, I, as her son, naturally have to work even harder. Now, the time it takes to watch a movie has passed, but the battle is not over yet.

Because this was a guesthouse, Wei Ming could only simmer things slowly and couldn't go all out.

Although no one lives around here, the downstairs area might be dangerous.
Wei Ming adjusted his position, ready to continue his ecstasy, but then he saw the watch by the bedside. Oh dear, are happy days so short? It's already been so long.

"Honey, are you tired?" he asked.

Gong Xue nodded hurriedly. She felt weak and limp, like a small boat about to capsize in a storm. If this continued, she might not be able to leave the guesthouse.

Wei Ming felt incredibly distressed; he never felt this way with Sister Lin. Indeed, there was a difference between a delicate woman from Jiangnan and a strong woman from the North.

So he suggested, "How about we do it one last time? I'll be faster."

Gong Xue had long since stopped believing in statements like "I'll be quick."

This time, Wei Ming didn't hold back, and Xue Jie had an extraordinary experience. She quickly covered her mouth, but couldn't stop the creaking of the iron bed.

In the end, Wei Ming finally got his wish. He hugged the petite Xue Jie and lingered there, reluctant to leave.

The two hugged each other without saying a word. Wei Ming was thinking that Sister Xue had finally caught up with Sister Lin's progress, and now he had to find a way to get them to accept each other.

This process is likely to fail, but because of the breakthrough in physical intimacy, even if it fails, there is still room for recovery.

Although he had many schemes against the two of them, he would regret missing out on either of them for the rest of his life if he didn't. In order to have no regrets in his life, he had no choice but to use any means necessary.

Wei Ming is a kind person at heart, and he can only keep brainwashing himself with this idea. If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm.

The two rested for a full hour, and Wei Ming had already prepared hot water and basins for them to wash.

At this moment, Sister Xue became shy again and told Xiao Wei to turn his back and not look.

Wei Ming will wash after she finishes washing.

"So where are you planning to stay tonight?" Wei Ming asked.

Gong Xue said, "The Shanghai Film Studio has arranged an interview for me and Xiao Guo tomorrow. We don't need to film, so I can go later. I want to go home today."

Wei Ming: "Perfect timing, let's take the gift I picked out for my uncle over."

"Aren't you coming with me? Want to be an unsung hero?" Gong Xue asked with a smile.

Wei Ming really didn't dare to go to her door in person; he felt guilty for having wronged the girl.

Moreover, once the parents find out, the neighbors will find out, the media will probably find out, and then the whole country will find out, and Sister Lin will naturally find out too.

terrible!

After cleaning himself up, Wei Ming put his arm around Sister Xue and said, "I just did something bad today, so I dare not come to your door. Let's talk about it later. Besides, I'm going into seclusion to revise my writing next."

Gong Xue knew that Wei Ming's novel was a big deal, so she didn't insist. It was just a pity that these were things her father liked, but she couldn't tell him that her man had bought them to show his respect.

Wei Ming kissed Xue Jie's cheek: "Buy more when we visit later. We need to buy things not only for Uncle, but also for Aunt, Big Brother, Big Sister-in-law, and Nephew. This little bit isn't enough."

These words made Sister Xue feel much better, so she stopped mentioning the matter.

The two began packing their things. Wei Ming kept Xue Jie's gift and packed his own things for her.

It was getting late, and although Wei Ming didn't intend to visit Gong Xue, he still insisted on taking her home.

However, just as they were going downstairs to leave, someone suddenly called out from the second floor: "Little Wei?!"

Wei Ming looked up and exclaimed, "Ah, it's Sister Chen!"

The visitor was none other than Chen Rong, a female writer whom Wei Ming had met on his first visit to Harvest magazine to revise his manuscript. She was also Liang Zuo's mother.

Chen Rong's eyes first fell on Wei Ming, and then on Gong Xue.

"This, Liu Fang? No, it's Comrade Gong Xue, right!" Chen Rong still remembered that they had met the Gong sisters when they were strolling along the Bund.

However, her deepest impression of Gong Xue now is Liu Fang from "Good Things Take Time".

Wei Ming asked, "Big sister, have you read 'Good Things Take Time'?"

Chen Rong laughed and said, "I arrived in the morning, watched the movie in the afternoon, and saw the real person in the evening."

She looked at the two of them with amusement, and thought, "What a perfect couple, more suitable than Guo Kaimin."

Gong Xue felt a little embarrassed by the stares and lowered her head slightly. Wei Ming quickly said, "Sister Chen, let me see Comrade Gong Xue off, and then I'll chat with you when I get back."

“Okay, I’m in room 220, I’m here to revise the manuscript just like you,” Chen Rong said.

Wei Ming's heart skipped a beat. His room was 320, so 220 must be downstairs from him!
Did she hear the creaking of the iron bed?
Wei Ming quickly took Gong Xue back. Xue Jie, now a woman, was even gentler. In the car, she leaned on Wei Ming's shoulder without paying attention to the driver's gaze, but she had to cover her mouth and half of her face with her scarf.

The movie "Good Things Take Time" was most popular in Shanghai, which also made the Shanghai Film Studio see her potential. She will soon become the second most popular local actress after Zhang Yu and Chen Chong.

After "Mom, Love Me Again," he was confident that Xuejie would surpass those two.

Therefore, Wei Ming plans to write the script first and then revise it during this period.

When he returned to the guesthouse, it was already ten o'clock. He first glanced at the lights in the guesthouse rooms from the outside. The light below his room was on, so he went in and visited Sister Chen on the second floor.

"What a coincidence, big sister! We're revising the manuscript together again!" Wei Ming first steered the conversation towards the manuscript.

Chen Rong was actually reading a book at the time. She smiled and said, "I heard from the editor that your long novel will be published in January next year. This time our connection is even deeper, as I am also in January."

This time, Sister Chen Rong revised a novella called "Ode to the Motherland," which is not as well-known as her novel "Middle Age," but it is also one of her representative works. Later, she published a collection of novellas with this title.

Thinking about "Middle Age" reminded Wei Ming of something else.

"Big sister, 'Middle Age' is actually very suitable for a movie adaptation. Has anyone asked you to adapt it?"

Chen Rong shook his head: "No, not that."

Wei Ming said regretfully, "It's a pity. It's a pity I'm not a director or a studio manager, otherwise I would definitely have approached you."

"But you have a lot of experience adapting movies, two or three?"

"There are four movies already, and there's also a stage play adaptation being worked on by the Beijing People's Art Theatre's playwright."

"Oh, you have so many pen names, I can't remember them all," the older woman said with a hint of envy, because the scripts really paid a lot.

She has now quit her teaching job to write full-time, which will give her more income and allow her to support her children more in the future.

Wei Ming said, "I do have more experience. If anyone asks you to adapt a script, you can tell me. Don't you have my home phone number?" "Okay, okay, I've never written a script before. I'll definitely ask you for advice then."

Worried that if they continued chatting, Sister Chen would start asking about the "Giggle" thing, Wei Ming immediately got up to say goodbye, citing that it was getting late.

After returning to his room, Wei Ming took out some stationery and began writing a letter.

The first letter was to Lao Gui, asking if he was still in contact with his great-aunt and if he wanted to get his old family house back, since the policy had changed.

The second letter was to Amin; it had been a long time since I had written a letter to her by hand.

After finishing writing, Wei Ming still felt excited and had difficulty falling asleep, so he picked up the manuscript of "Mom, Love Me Again" and started writing the script.

To make filming easier and to make Xue Jie (a character's name) more comfortable, Wei Ming chose Shanghai and rural northern Jiangsu as the locations for one of the three key elements.

This also makes it convenient for the female lead to secretly visit her son in Shanghai, and Shanghai is a bustling metropolis, which helps to create a sense of contrast.

But I'll have to ask my sister for some Shanghai dialect tips later.

I wonder if she'll be able to sleep after what happened today.

At the same time, Gong Xue was sleeping soundly. She felt like she had done a long day of farm work in the countryside back then, and was so exhausted that her body felt like it was falling apart. She just collapsed into bed as soon as she got back to the educated youth settlement, and didn't even have time to give Wei Ming's gift to her father.

This scene left Gong Ying with many thoughts. Filming is indeed very hard work; look how tired the second sister is.

~
The next day, Gong Xue comfortably got out of bed. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt as if she had been reborn. Her skin seemed smoother and more hydrated.

No wonder some people say that the balance of Yin and Yang is good for women. It feels great to be a woman for the first time.

After getting dressed, breakfast was already being prepared outside. Then I heard my parents, sister-in-law, and Aying discussing "Good Things Take Time".

They hadn't had a chance to see it yesterday, but some neighbors had already seen it. Last night, before Gong Xue came home, he ran over to her house to praise Xiao Xue for being so capable. She received rave reviews from the neighbors.

So today, Mom Zhuang Che suggested, "Let's all go see this movie tonight. Xiaoxue, you haven't seen it yet, have you?"

Gong Xue said guiltily, "I've already seen it at the factory, but I'm free tonight, so I can watch it with you."

Besides, Xiao Wei was so tired yesterday, he needs to rest today too.

~
Wei Ming never expected that he would be looked down upon by Sister Xue. He was still Yang Dingtian when he got up early this morning, he just got up a little late.

Fortunately, Sister Chen also woke up late, and the two happened to run into each other in the cafeteria.

Chen Rong said, "I'm going to Harvest magazine later to get feedback from the editors. Do you want to come?"

"I won't go. My novel is quite long, and they need to read the whole thing before giving their feedback. I'll just wait for their message here."

"Alright then, I'll ask around for you and let you know if I find out."

After finishing his meal, Wei Ming first mailed the letters and packages to Hong Kong, then went back to his room to continue writing his script. He felt that he was more comfortable writing scripts than novels; he wrote them much faster.

Moreover, he not only planned out the plot, but also the background music and interludes, writing the script and the songs at the same time.

Looking at the new songs in his hand, Wei Ming laughed and cried at the same time. "Damn it, I don't believe you can walk out of the movie theater laughing."

Cry, all of you, cry your hearts out!
When Wei Ming received Li Xiaolin's message two days later, the script was already half finished.

He immediately went to the editorial office of Harvest magazine, where he met Ha Hua, the editor-in-chief of Sprout magazine, and Zhao Changtian, the future editor-in-chief of Sprout magazine.

Zhao Changtian is the editor-in-chief who will later organize the "New Concept Writing Competition". He is the mentor of Han Han, Guo Jingming and others, and also the father of writer Na Duo.

However, he is now a somewhat well-known amateur writer. Today, he came to submit a manuscript to "Magic City Literature" and happened to be seen by Ha Hua. Then, Mr. Ha Hua started to solicit manuscripts from him.

"Sprout" is a literary magazine founded in the 1950s with young people as its main target audience. However, it was suspended for a period of time. It will resume publication in January next year and is now accepting submissions from writers across society.

Hahua did not let Zhao Changtian off the hook, nor did he let Wei Ming off the hook; he had seen Wei Ming's photo.

Wei Ming thumped his chest loudly: "I do have ideas for creating works on youth themes, and I will definitely consider 'Sprout' as soon as I finish writing them."

But now there's definitely no time, and it's a real shame that I'll most likely miss the relaunched issue of "Mengya".

Upon entering the Harvest magazine office, the editors all looked at Wei Ming. Most of the editors here had spent the past four days skimming through "The Right Path of the World is Full of Vicissitudes".

Time was tight, and there were many people who wanted to watch it, so there wasn't enough time to watch it carefully.

The editors were all amazed that a boy not yet twenty years old could write such a magnificent, detailed, and complex family epic set against a historical backdrop.

With the publication of this novel, Wei Ming's status in the literary world will surely rise dramatically. From now on, we will have to respectfully call him Teacher Wei!
Editor Li called Wei Ming to Ba Jin's office. Ba Jin gave him earnest encouragement, and his eyes clearly showed the words "the younger generation is to be feared".

As for the main storyline and some character settings, Buffett said there were no problems and that it was fine to write it this way.

At first, some editors also felt that Jiang Lizhong, who was on the side of the Kuomintang, was portrayed too well. He was a passionate patriot, resourceful, a good husband and father, and his son even died because of the anti-Japanese war. If it weren't for brotherly affection, Jiang Limin would have died at the hands of his henchmen several times.

But Ba Jin endorsed Wei Ming. Although the Kuomintang's contributions to the War of Resistance Against Japan are no longer publicized in China, Ba Jin came from that era. The Battle of Shanghai, the Battle of Taierzhuang, the bloody battle of Yuhuatai, one after another, at that time, what difference did it make between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party? They were all passionate young people of China, and they all deserve to be praised.

Moreover, Xiao Wei's use of the imagery of "Chinese nation" at the end clearly illustrates the point: this is a positive and uplifting novel that expresses a desire for unification and reunion between brothers on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

After leaving Ba Jin's office, Li Xiaolin gave Wei Ming the first 50,000 words of the manuscript and some minor issues that needed to be revised, asking him to start making changes, as she hadn't finished reading the rest in detail yet.

Wei Ming agreed, but decided to focus on writing the script for the next few days, since he still had more than a month to go.

As Wei Ming walked out of Harvest magazine, he remembered an important issue: he hadn't even discussed payment for his writing yet!
With the current standard of 3 to 10 yuan per thousand words, how much would you pay yourself?

Actually, he wasn't short of the royalties. He didn't even accept the two yuan subsidy offered by Harvest magazine every day because, in addition to revising the manuscript, he also had to write his own script and spend time with Sister Xue, so he didn't want to take advantage of the situation.

But the amount of royalties is related to one's status in the literary world, and he is quite curious about his current status in the literary world.

When Wei Ming went downstairs for dinner that evening, he saw Sister Chen having dinner with a middle-aged man in his forties. Sister Chen immediately called him over.

"This is Gao Xingjian, a writer and translator, and also my junior at Beijing Foreign Studies University. However, I studied Russian, while he studied French. Last year, when Ba Jin went to France for academic research, he was the accompanying translator."

Wei Ming shook hands with the future Nobel laureate. No wonder, no wonder he stayed in France later.

Gao Xingjian is doing well lately. Wei Ming read his novel published in "Huacheng" last year, which caused quite a stir. Now he has written a novella called "There is a Pigeon Called Red Lips", which was picked up by "Harvest" and they came over to revise the manuscript.

However, his writing style is quite unique and experimental. He likes to mix and interweave various narrative perspectives, which makes the reading experience less enjoyable for readers.

Gao Xingjian didn't talk much, so it was Sister Chen Rong who livened up the atmosphere. She finally couldn't help but start mentioning Gong Xue.

"Xiao Wei, I saw Gong Xue in the local Shanghai newspaper today. It seems her movie was a great success."

"Oh, really? Is the newspaper still there?"

"It was right at the front desk, but I put it back. It's today's Shanghai Evening News. You can look for it."

"Okay." Wei Ming quickened his pace, thinking he should go check on things soon.

However, just as he turned to the newspaper, Gong Xue arrived, even more heavily disguised than last time. But Wei Ming, who had already become familiar with her, recognized her at a glance and pulled her upstairs.

"Sister, you've really become famous now, congratulations!"

Gong Xue humbly replied, "Not at all, I'm still far from it."

Wei Ming slapped the script on the table: "With this, you'll definitely become the most popular one."

Gong Xue looked at the thickened manuscript paper: "You've written so much! Can I take a look?"

“No,” Wei Ming said firmly. “I’ve only written half of it. It’s so frustrating to be stuck in this middle. Let me finish the script in a few days and then revise it.”

Upon hearing that Wei Ming had prioritized the script he wrote for her over the revisions, Gong Xue was so moved that she immediately threw herself into his arms.

Wei Ming: Then I won't be polite.

"Stop fooling around, it's not even dark yet." Sister Xue glanced shyly out the window. Although Xiao Wei had succeeded last time, she wasn't sure she would have the guts this time. So many people saw her come in.

Wei Ming sighed. Why hasn't that old Fei made a move yet? He calls himself an uncle, but he's a complete waste.

After hugging and kissing for a while, Wei Ming decided to go for a walk in the park.

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard the waitress, Xiaomei, holding a phone: "Teacher Wei, it's your phone!"

Wei Ming took the phone and said, "Hello, who is this?"

“It’s me, Fei Wu.”

Wei Ming perked up: "Uncle, is there good news?"

Old Fei said, "Yes, come to Huating Road in Xuhui tomorrow and take a look at the house."

Wei Ming wasn't quite sure where this place was, so he asked, "I work at the Municipal Writers Association. Is it far away?"

Lao Fei: "It's not far, only about a 20-minute walk."

"It looks about the same distance as Jueyuan Garden," Wei Ming said. "Can I go take a look now? It's not far anyway."

Old Fei thought for a moment and said, "Okay, come over here and wait for me at the intersection of Huating Road and Yanqing Road."

Wei Ming hung up the phone and walked out of the guesthouse with Sister Xue before telling her what had happened.

"Old Fei found an old villa, do you want to go take a look?"

Gong Xue certainly had no objection. If they had a house of their own, they could do whatever they wanted without restraint, no matter how big or small, and that would be an incredibly wonderful thing.

Before it got completely dark, Wei Ming and Gong Xue arrived at the intersection of Yanqing Road and Huating Road, but they still hadn't seen Lao Fei.

Gong Xue had an impression of this place; there were indeed many old Western-style buildings here, two-story buildings with a small courtyard.

Wei Ming also saw it: "It doesn't seem as big as the one we saw the other day, and it's not as beautiful either."

If the old villas I saw that day were the homes of the super-rich, with main buildings and supporting structures, then what I see now must be the homes of ordinary wealthy people in old Shanghai. They occupy a smaller area and the architectural style is not so Western or extravagant.

But it also feels more like home.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Lao Fei arrived, panting heavily, on his bicycle.

He wasn't actually nearby, but when he heard that his employer wanted to see the house right away and wanted to get his commission as soon as possible, Old Fei forced himself to hurry up and get on the train. What a jerk!

Wei Ming: "First, tell me about this company. Do they accept RMB or foreign currency?"

Do you have foreign currency?

"No, but we can try to do it." Wei Ming didn't tell the whole truth.

Old Fei: "No need for that. This family doesn't plan to go abroad. As long as we have a united front, that's fine."

He then described the family's situation in detail. The family's surname was Bai, and they ran a rice business before the founding of the People's Republic of China. They had also done good deeds such as distributing porridge to save lives.

"So after they took possession of the house, they reserved three rooms for the Bai family in this building, and the rest of the rooms were distributed to the general public in need," Lao Fei said as he walked.

Wei Ming thought to himself, "This is somewhat similar to the situation of Li Guangfu's courtyard house."

"But don't worry, there are only Bai family members here now. The government has already made arrangements for everyone else. There is no problem with unclear property rights. As long as the transaction can be completed, the house can be vacated for you immediately."

"Then why would they sell it? Wouldn't it be better to keep it for themselves?" Gong Xue asked.

Lao Fei: "Because there are too many people, we can't get together."

The eldest member of the Bai family is an old lady, let's call her Old Lady Bai.

She has three sons and one daughter. Each son has two to five children. Two of her grandsons are already married, and her eldest grandson has given her a great-grandson. Apart from her married daughters and granddaughters, this is a family of 35 people spanning four generations.

“Thirty-five people, all living in this old house. They used their numbers to push out the outsiders before the property was returned to them. But now that the outsiders are gone, their own people are getting in the way. So many people, relatives and friends, how many conflicts have accumulated?”

Wei Ming felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it, so he decided to save more money for his wives and children to buy houses in the future.

Lao Fei: "Moreover, some members of the Bai family were originally eligible to be allocated housing from their work units, but because they owned such a large house, they did not meet the standards. So, after discussing it with their mother, the brothers decided to sell the house, rent a house while applying for housing allocation from their work units. Moreover, having cash on hand made everything more convenient."

Wei Ming: "That makes sense."

But with so many people, how much money would it take to meet their expectations?

Wei Ming asked Old Fei, "Uncle, how much do you think it would cost to buy this old house?"

Old Fei thought for a moment and said, "Although I really hope this deal can be done, there's no need to buy if it's over 30,000."

"What, 30,000!" Upon hearing this number, before Wei Ming could say anything, Sister Xue tried to pull him away. The sacrifice for a nest was too great.

Moreover, even the courtyard houses in Yanjing weren't this expensive.

Old Fei quickly explained, "30,000 is an unacceptable price. We definitely need to negotiate further. Don't be so impulsive, young lady."

Gong Xue: My man is about to waste money, how can I not go for it!

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(As usual, I'll update as much as I can on the first day of the month. Also, just wanted to report that my average daily subscriptions are currently at 9200. I'm aiming for a strong month ahead!)
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