Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Ou Ming replied very confidently: "Since you are treating guests, you must be generous. If you borrow money, you must pay me back in time. You must pay me back when you agree on it. These are two different things, and they must be treated as one."

After being reminded by Zhang Xuan, Ou Ming slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Yes, Lei Bin still owes me fifty cents. It's been half a month, and I forgot. I have to go and get it back."

With that said, Ou Ming put away the old iron box containing the tobacco and walked next door.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan, who loved to watch the excitement, also stood up and pulled Shen Fan to follow.

As soon as he left the dormitory door, Ou Ming saw Zhang Xuan following him as if he was just watching a trick, so he said in a very serious voice: "Brother Xuan, don't think it's ridiculous. It's only right to pay back debts.

Zhang Xuan hurriedly said "Hmm" and said with a suppressed smile, "I wish you immediate success."

Ou Ming said: "It must succeed."

Zhang Xuan asked: "What if it doesn't succeed?"

Ou Ming said seriously: "If he doesn't pay me back, I will have dinner with him and I will never lend him money again."

Hearing these childish and cute words, Zhang Xuan and Shen Fan looked at each other, but they still couldn't hold it back.

Still laughed.

Arriving at the dormitory next door, Zhang Xuan found that he had thought too much.

As the saying goes, a person's name is like the shadow of a tree.

As soon as Lei Bin saw Ou Ming coming to ask for money, he immediately stood up from his seat, shouted "Oh my god..." and returned the money in a hush.

When Lei Bin gave the money to Ou Ming, he said, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

Ou Ming said: "It's okay, just remember to pay me back in time next time."

"Hey." Lei Bin looked at him with a constipated look on his face, thinking that there would be no next time, there would be no next time, and he didn't dare anymore.

…

"Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

On Monday, the first and second classes are college English.

Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling finished breakfast and separated in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building of the School of Management.

But as soon as he arrived in the classroom and before he even touched the ground, he saw Xiao Shiyi, who was the secretary of the Communist Youth League, walking over with a stack of letters and a parcel.

Xiao Shiyi said: "Zhang Xuan, here, these two parcels are yours."

Zhang Xuan took the parcel, looked at it and asked, "Are you responsible for sending and receiving all the letters in the class?"

Xiao Eleven said slowly: "Yes."

Zhang Xuan asked: "How many times a week does the mailroom open?"

Xiao Shiyi said, "Usually it's Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday afternoon. But if you have an urgent letter, you can ask me to go to the teacher on duty at the Foreign Language School privately. I'm already familiar with that teacher."

Zhang Xuan understood and said thank you immediately.

At this time, the class bell rang. Little Eleven did not leave, but sat down next to him and started class.

But in the middle of class, she suddenly wrote a note: After the military training, we seemed to talk less and less.

Zhang Xuan glanced at her and took a pen and replied: You are so popular, but you only have one mouth, how can you care about it.

This woman's popularity is not just talk.

Breakfast is often served by attentive seniors; when it rains, a boy in the class will lend her an umbrella even if he is wet; when she plays billiards, there are a lot of boys watching and admiring her.

When she goes for a jog on the playground in the evening, various men follow her to please her; when she attends a class, there are always various new faces coming to her pretending to listen to the class, but in fact they want to see if she lives up to the rumors.

The most outrageous thing was the freshman sports meeting. When a woman ran 10,000 meters, the sports director of the management college actually waved a flag and led 17 or 18 boys to run with and cheer for them. The "famous" scene at that time was simply earth-shattering and shocked the freshmen of the management college. No, no, no.

All the new students in this year's management school know that the sports director of the management school likes Little Eleven to the point of going crazy and becoming obsessed with him.

In order to get a chance to get close to Xiaoyi, the junior sports director broke up with his girlfriend.

But the result was, of course, a mixed bag. He couldn't even get a chance to treat Xiao Shiyi to a meal.

What a coward.

Later I heard that after hitting a wall here for a month, the Sports Minister got back together with his girlfriend.

This kind of weirdness is also rare.

Of course, his girlfriend is a rare commodity.

Xiao Shiyi passed another note: Thank you for helping me smooth things over.

After Zhang Xuan finished reading, he collected the note without replying and went to class seriously.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Little Eleven wrote another note after a while: Have you contributed to Zhiyin Magazine and Youth Digest?

Zhang Xuan looked at the note and knew he couldn't hide it, so he simply replied: Make some pocket money to spend.

Little Eleven wrote: Do you want me to keep it a secret for you in class?

Zhang Xuan replied: Yes.

Xiao Shiyi wrote: What is your pen name?

Zhang Xuan glanced at her and replied: Guess.

This time, Xiao Shiyi didn't reply. He read the note, put it in his pocket, and went to class meticulously, taking notes.

…

At noon, Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling started to open the mail package after lunch.

It’s still the same as before, the Zhiyin Magazine mailbox contains a sample magazine and a remittance slip.

The amount of the remittance order is: 1,342 yuan.

In addition to a sample magazine and a remittance slip, the Youth Digest mailbox also contained an editor's letter.

The content of the editor's letter is much the same as the previous ones. There are only two differences.

One difference is: Youth Digest took the initiative to increase his remuneration.

It rose to two hundred and five thousand words.

The remuneration is the same as that of Zhiyin Magazine, which is a high salary in the industry.

The amount of the remittance order is: 1,316 yuan.

The second difference made Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling stunned. The editor of Youth Digest actually asked: Is he the author of "The Wind" in People's Literature? Are two Marches the same person?

Du Shuangling read the editor's letter over and over again, and finally asked: "What does he mean by this? Is he beginning to doubt it, or is he sure?"

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and said: "The editor should be sure that the two months are the same person, otherwise why would he take the initiative to increase the remuneration so quickly?"

Du Shuangling raised her head slightly and asked happily: "Is it because your "wind" is so well received by readers that the young digest editor asked this question?"

Zhang Xuan thought about it and felt that this made sense.

So he said with a smile: "I guess that's the case, but the specific news will have to wait for notification from People's Literature."

Du Shuangling estimated the time and said, "It has been almost two months since the last time People's Literature sent you a sample magazine. This time it should be soon."

Zhang Xuan nodded, "It should be soon. The manuscript I gave them last time should be serialized soon."

Du Shuangling said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, wait slowly, I have confidence in you, there will definitely be good news next time."

Zhang Xuan also said with expectation, "I hope so. It would be better if a physical book could be published. I also owe your mother a set of signed books. Do you think she would be very arrogant on the outside at that time, but she would be very arrogant on the inside?" Worship me fanatically?"

"Virtue~!"

…

South Gate of CUHK.

After lunch, Xiao Shiyi went to a relatively large newsstand alone and said slowly to the boss: "Get a copy of the latest Zhiyin magazine and Youth Digest."

"Okay." Seeing such a beautiful girl, the boss felt very happy, turned around and took two books from the shelf.

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