With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

The door of Xue Ming's room was locked, the curtains were drawn and the lights were turned on. Cao Baoshan placed ten stacks of ten-dollar bills on the table to form a mountain of bills.

Xue Ming had seen this scene yesterday, so he acted very calmly. This calmness made Cao Baoshan and Feng Juanjiao feel guilty.

The person who was least calm was Zhao Xue. She was dumbfounded and breathed rapidly. Although the Zhao family had a big business, she had never seen so much money. This was 10,000 yuan.

Cao Baoshan sighed softly and began to tell the whole story, telling how "Cao Ailing's Bedtime Story" got the royalties of 10,000 yuan step by step.

"This...is this impossible?" Zhao Xue's hands began to tremble, and she turned to look at her husband who looked calm, and then stared at the flustered Feng Juanjiao.

"Editor Chen Zhenzhen said that this fairy tale is being printed and will appear in newspapers and bookstores by the end of the year at the latest." Feng Juanjiao said cautiously.

"Husband..." Zhao Xue didn't know how to express her feelings in words, so she could only hold her husband's hand tightly.

Xue Ming shook his head gently, "Uncle Cao and Aunt Cao, you are wrong. I don't know many words, so how can I write a book? I have never written any fairy tales."

The air was quiet for a moment, and three pairs of eyes stared at him at the same time. Each of the three people was more shocked than the other.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Xue hurriedly touched her husband's forehead to see if he had a fever. Cao Ailing's bedtime story was written by her husband.

The Cao family didn't know why Xue Ming denied it. This was ten thousand yuan. This money could buy a courtyard house in the capital and a small building in the center of Shanghai.

Nowadays, there are many well-known writers and painters who have made a fortune by writing articles, and there are also many writers and painters who have bought courtyard houses in the capital with royalties.

"Uncle Cao, take the money away. You wrote that fairy tale yourself, why do you want to pay me the royalties?" Xue Ming continued to tell lies with his eyes open.

"Husband!" Zhao Xue hugged her husband's arm tightly in desperation, "You will obviously write the story..."

The anger on Xue Ming's face frightened Zhao Xue. She had never seen her husband look so angry from the time they met until they got married.

Only a fool can refuse 10,000 yuan, but Xue Ming is not a fool. This is money to buy your life.

Cao Baoshan was so ashamed that he couldn't raise his head. His wife was seeking death in order to seize the royalties, but Xue Ming was refusing the royalties.

Feng Juanjiao felt ashamed when she thought about what she had done. Her nose felt sore and she lowered her head and cried quietly.

None of the four people spoke. After a long time, Cao Baoshan raised his head and said, "My father has taught me since I was a child that I never want anything that is not my own. Juanjiao, let's go."

After saying that, he took his wife and left, while Xue Ming stood in front of the door and said, "I don't want this money, why don't Uncle Cao return this money to the cultural department."

The three of them were stunned again, Cao Baoshan was too shocked to say a word, Zhao Xue and Feng Juanjiao were too shocked to speak.

"The function of fairy tales is to make children happy, arouse their good moral sentiments, and help them establish a correct outlook on life and values. Therefore, we should not charge manuscript fees. The publisher can use this 10,000 yuan to print 10,000 more This book can make at least 10,000 children happy, don't you think?" Xue Ming smiled and fed them poisonous chicken soup.

Cao Baoshan's face quickly turned red and his breathing began to become rapid. He put a thumbs up on Xue Ming's face.

"The only person I, Cao Baoshan, admire in my life is my father who has passed away. Now you are the second person that I am sincerely convinced. Okay, I will return the royalties shamelessly."

After speaking, Cao Baoshan stuffed the royalties back into his travel bag, took his wife's hand and went home with the travel bag on his shoulders.

"Honey, are you serious?" Zhao Xue held her husband's hands and put them on her chest, "If you are serious, I will support your decision."

"Of course I'm serious." Xue Ming finally smiled, thinking that a mere ten thousand yuan would not allow me to risk having my house confiscated and living in a bullpen.

The ten thousand yuan I collected now will definitely be paid out in the future. This business is not cost-effective, but I can't tell my wife the real reason.

"Husband, although I want the 10,000 yuan royalties, you are the head of the family and you have the final say. We will let the 10,000 yuan bring happiness to more children." Zhao Xue showed a look of confusion. Sisterly look.

If a wife is found like this, what else can a husband ask for?

The couple hugged each other tightly, and while they were chatting with each other, someone knocked on the door, "Brother-in-law, sister, are you at home?"

It was Zhao Erlian's voice. The couple hurriedly separated. Zhao Xue quickly arranged her clothes and opened the door. Zhao Erlian grabbed a middle-aged man and walked into the house.

The middle-aged man turned out to be Chen Dongfeng, who was helping Xue Ming handle food stamps and fish stamps. He took out a TV-shaped lighter from his pocket with a grimace, "I'm sorry, brother Xue, I shouldn't have accepted your lighter."

Xue Ming was stunned. Zhao Xue recognized the lighter at a glance as a wedding gift from her eldest brother to her husband, "Second brother, what's going on?"

"Old Chen, a philistine, has no eyesight. He helped my brother-in-law handle some tickets a few days ago, and he dared to accept your lighter as a commission." Zhao Erlian glared at Chen Dongfeng angrily.

Chen Dongfeng was about to cry but had no tears. That was 3,600 kilograms of food stamps. It was reasonable for me to receive a lighter.

"Forget it, second brother. Brother Chen has helped me a lot and I should give him a lighter." Zhao Xue smoothed things over with a smile.

"My brother and sister are wrong. If I had known that Brother Xue was Erlian's brother-in-law, I would definitely not have accepted this lighter." Chen Dongfeng put the lighter directly on the table.

Zhao Xue continued to persuade him to accept it, but Chen Dongfeng said he wanted nothing.

Finally, Xue Ming patted him on the shoulder and said, "I owe you a favor. If you encounter trouble in the future, you can come to me to discuss it."

"Okay, it's settled." The depression in Chen Dongfeng's heart was swept away. Xue Ming's favor was more valuable than a lighter.

The next morning, Cao Baoshan came to the publishing house with a manuscript fee of 10,000 yuan, and found the editor-in-chief Chen Zhenzhen and the publishing house leaders to cancel the manuscript fee. The reason was to let more children listen to fairy tales.

The leader of the publishing house was confused and did not dare to make the decision without permission, so he rode to the Cultural Bureau to report the situation.

The leaders of the Cultural Affairs Bureau were also confused. Are there really such high-minded people these days who regard money as dirt? They did not dare to make decisions without authorization and reported it to their superiors.

The report was reported level by level in this way, which alerted the provincial leaders that day, and the leaders immediately held an emergency meeting to discuss the solution.

After some discussion, it was decided to return the property to its original owner. The current national policy is to encourage literary workers, and the province certainly cannot hold back the policy. So the publishing house leaders sent the royalties of 10,000 yuan to Cao Baoshan's home with great fanfare.

Cao Baoshan was about to cry, so he could only take his wife to Xue Ming's house again, and came back after paying 10,000 yuan in manuscript fees.

"His grandma is so stupid!" Xue Ming was so angry that he cursed and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.