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Chapter 55: The Furious Eighth Sister, the Inaction of the Police Station and the Bank, and the Unexpected Discovery

Stolen letters aren’t a big deal, but what if they contain remittance slips for royalties?

"Uh? Have I submitted any letters recently? What did the police station say?" Wang Duoyu was still drunk, his head was dizzy, and his eyelids were a little heavy and he couldn't lift them up.

Seeing that Wang Duoyu was not anxious at all, Sun Shouyi suddenly sighed. He was a typical example of the eunuch being anxious while the emperor was not. The person involved was not anxious, so why was he so anxious and angry?

However, at this time, the three sisters Wang Meifeng, Wang Meili and Wang Meihe came to the door. They had heard the news and saw Sun Shouyi was there too, so they hurriedly asked for details.

Then she saw the dazed Wang Duoyu. As his elder sister, Wang Meifeng suddenly became anxious. She twisted his ear and led him to the well in the yard at the door like a cow, and pressed his head into the basin of water.

The cool well water instantly woke Wang Duoyu up completely. Even his eighth sister twisting his ears just now did not make him fully awake, but the well water was very cool, so of course he woke up quickly.

"Are you awake? If you are, tell me quickly. Have you submitted any articles to the magazine recently? If so, why didn't you go to pick up the mail yesterday? Huh? Do you know that those letters of yours could be worth tens or even hundreds of dollars in royalties?"

Wang Meifeng became more and more angry as she spoke. Let alone dozens or hundreds of yuan, even if it was only a few yuan, it would be enough to keep her busy for ten days or half a month, because people in rural areas still earn work points, and those work points are not worth much money.

So when she saw Wang Duoyu's nonchalant look, she became even more furious.

Seeing that his eighth sister was angry and even about to cry, Wang Duoyu didn't dare to stay any longer. He quickly called Sun Shouyi and ran out. He had to go to the county town, tell the bank, and call the police.

However, halfway through, Sun Shouyi said that he had already reported the incident to the police station and told the county bank about it, but what if the person who stole the letter ran to the next county or other place to cash in the royalties?
"Duoyu, I suggest that if you have any connections, you should contact them and ask them to help notify other places to avoid losing over 60 yuan."

Wang Duoyu nodded at Sun Shouyi's suggestion, but he wasn't convinced. Who could he contact? Lin Dehong or Lao Yuanchang? And compared to doing them a favor, he'd rather not take the sixty-plus yuan fee.

The manuscript fee of more than 60 yuan is only for more than 20,000 words, which is not a big loss for him. But if he owes favors to Lin Dehong or Lao Yuanchang, then when he needs to repay them in the future, it will not be a matter of more than 60 yuan.

Even though Lin Dehong and the others didn't need him to repay the favor, he still didn't want to trouble them, so his advice to Sun Shouyi went in one ear and out the other.

After arriving in Shuanghe County, Wang Duoyu did not let Sun Shouyi follow him. He went to the police station in person. The police said that they had opened a case for investigation and were still searching, and asked him to wait patiently.

These were just polite words. Wang Duoyu immediately understood what the other party meant. After all, the lost 60-plus yuan in royalties did not belong to the police. Even if they wanted to catch the thief, they had to have a direction.

But the police went to the post office to inquire, and they found that the letters were stolen due to staff carelessness. The only thing to blame was Wang Duoyu's lack of caution and being too high-profile.

Initially, the police station only knew that a famous writer had emerged in the county, but they had no idea how much royalties he could earn from his writing. However, after the college entrance exam, everyone knew about it. Wang Duoyu's own carelessness, coupled with Li Dongwu's loudmouthed presence, led to widespread knowledge not only in Qingshan Township but also in the county itself.

The police station could not be relied upon, and Wang Duoyu guessed that the bank probably would not do anything either, but he still went to the bank as usual and told the staff about it.

The other people who were waiting in line to handle their business at the time, after hearing about Wang Duoyu's situation, all looked at him with surprise and sympathy, but there were no more.

In fact, the remittance slip for royalties should be collected at the post office, but in the 1970s it was called the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. In September 1954, the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications of the People's Republic of China was officially established, mainly responsible for the country's logistics, communications, telegraph, telephone and other businesses. Later postal, telecommunications and mobile phones all came from the Post and Telecommunications Ministry, but the postal savings business was suspended at that time.

It was not until 1981 that the authorities agreed to allow the postal department to resume savings services in order to make up for the losses caused by the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications' reckless construction. It was not until 1986 that twelve cities, including Beijing, Shanghai, and Tianjin, resumed savings services.

So if Wang Duoyu wanted to collect his royalties, he could only go to the bank. Besides, the bank was next to the post office, which was quite convenient.

At the post office hall, when Wang Duoyu walked in, the postal worker bowed and apologized very embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, great writer. If it weren't for me, your letter wouldn't have been stolen."

The other party was a level three officer at the time, and there were not many people in the post office hall at that time. He thought it would be no problem to go out for a while. Who knew that in just a short while, someone was so bold as to steal the letter.

Wang Duoyu: “.”

The other party admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and he didn't have much resentment to begin with, so he didn't know what to say. Moreover, he had to comfort the other party in return. It was really outrageous.

After exiting the post office hall, Wang Duoyu looked up at the sky, only to find that the sun was particularly glaring. He could have stayed in the cool room to read and write, so why had he come here? And the sixty-plus yuan in royalties would probably end up in the dog's pocket!
"Forget it. I'm in a bad mood. I'll go buy some food to treat myself." Seeing that it was almost noon, Wang Duoyu didn't think too much about it. He just treated the sixty yuan as feeding the dog and immediately decided to go to the state-owned restaurant to comfort himself.

There are not many restaurants in Shuanghe County. Wang Duoyu walked for a while and randomly found a restaurant to sit down and eat. As a result, he saw the black market friend who sold him the ticket.

"Hey, great writer, do you want a ticket?" When Qin Xiaodao from the black market saw Wang Duoyu, his eyes suddenly lit up, because the latter was definitely a big shot.

As a black market man, Qin Xiaodao's sources of information are definitely not bad. From July 22nd to August 9th, nearly twenty days, he has already known very well about the writer Wang Duoyu.

Who said that earning 320 yuan in royalties in half a month is too outrageous? Many people may not be able to earn this amount of money in a year, but Wang Duoyu earned it in just half a month?
"Yes, do you have any tickets now?"

(End of this chapter)