Rebirth of the tea art man

In the rental room off-campus, in the living room on the second floor.

There is a set of mahogany furniture, and the chair is covered with a layer of warm cushions, which is the favorite style of middle-aged and elderly people.

"So, this is Qinqin's room, and this is your room?"

"Neighbor, it's pretty close!"

There was a meaningful smile on Yan Jun's face, no matter how he looked at it, he had malicious intentions.

"Dad, do you drink milk?"

Swish!

A sharp look swept over him, scaring him to change his words instantly.

"uncle!"

"You drink... drink water."

Lin Cheng quickly replaced Wangzai milk with Wahaha mineral water.

"Tell me, are you dating?"

"Which step has it developed now?"

Yan Jun pushed the mineral water aside, and continued to stare at him with twinkling eyes.

That kind of look is no different from killing one's father and enemy. Eighteen generations of ancestors have had a deep blood feud.

"Dad, I have done everything with him, it's useless even if you object."

Yan Qin moved and moved to Lin Cheng's side.

"What, did you do anything?"

"Could it be that you have already..."

Hearing this, Yan Jun's expression was obviously distorted.

"Yes, we have a baby!"

As soon as Yan Qin held his breath, his cheeks bulged, and he tried hard to support his stomach.

Unfortunately, within 2 minutes, I was discouraged.

"Kid, kid, kid, kid?"

Yan Jun reacted like a knee jerk, and his whole body bounced instantly.

The five fingers of his right hand spread out, and he scratched in the air, as if he wanted to grab someone who was easy to handle.

"No no no no no!"

"No, Dad..."

"uncle!"

Lin Cheng gritted his teeth and insisted on changing it to "Uncle".

I don't know what's going on with this mouth today, I always want to call him Dad.

"Anyway, sooner or later, I call it an overdraft!"

"Bah, bah, pay in advance!"

Yan Qin hugged Lin Cheng's arm, leaning his little head on his shoulder.

hiss--

call--

hiss--

call--

Yan Jun closed his eyes, raised his head, didn't speak, just kept taking deep breaths.

A minute later, a kind smile appeared on his face again.

"Actually, I'm not against you falling in love."

"Counting it all together, you are also 18 years old this year, and you are almost adults, and you will be going to college in half a year."

"Youth is young, the heart of spring is sprouting, and it is normal to want to fall in love."

"It's just that when two people are together, we can't just look at the present, we also have to consider the future."

"Have you ever thought about how to make money, how to live, and how to support yourself in the future?"

……

Yan Jun sat down again, and spoke the truth earnestly.

Mostly it is the truth that life is not easy and it is difficult to find a job.

After a long speech, Yan Jun finally got to the point.

"Well, I'll give you a goal."

"When the two of you can rely on your own ability to earn more than 1 yuan a month, I will agree with you to be together."

"The combined monthly income of two people is tens of thousands, which means that each person only needs to earn 5000 yuan a month."

"This request is not high, is it?"

Yan Jun looked at the astonished expressions of the two, and a smug smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Children are children. When they hear about work and making money, they are frightened instantly.

Especially if the monthly income exceeds [-]!

When will we have to wait?

If you can earn 1000 yuan a month by working part-time during the summer vacation, that's not bad.

If two people want to earn [-] yuan a month, or one of them earns tens of thousands of yuan a month, at least they have to wait until they graduate from college and start looking for jobs in the society.

But by that time, it will be more than four years later, and the day lily will have been cold for a long time.

"Dad, you mean, as long as we have an income of more than 1 yuan a month, you agree that we can be together?"

Yan Qin's eyes widened and he looked at his father in surprise.

"Yes, this request is not too high."

"As long as you can do it, I won't care about your business anymore."

The more Yan Jun thought about it, the more complacent he became.

It can not only break up the young couple, but also appear to be open-minded and progressive.

It is true that it has been established again!

"Uncle, why don't we raise the conditions a bit?"

"For example, a monthly income of [-], a monthly income of a million, etc."

Lin Cheng asked tentatively.

In his heart, he felt a little bit sorry.

What is it like?

It’s like a grandfather who plays chess in the park. When he meets the national champion of a chess competition, he insists on letting him hit the ground with a friendly smile—”Children, think slowly, play slowly, Let's not rush!"

You are not in a hurry, but I feel guilty!

"puff!"

"A monthly income of one hundred thousand? A monthly income of one million?"

"Oh, young people nowadays really don't understand how difficult it is to make money."

"If you can earn one hundred thousand a month, I will..."

hum!

It's like a slap in the face, and a stick is stunned.

Yan Jun was dumbfounded.

In front of him was a Nokia mobile phone.

On the screen of the mobile phone is a text message from ICBC.

"For your savings card ending in 4869, RMB 287 will be credited in real time, and the available balance will be RMB 356.8 [Industrial and Commercial Bank of China]."

28 to the account!

The balance is 38!

The sender is ICBC!

"Your money is..."

Yan Jun's tone obviously began to panic.

At this moment, in his heart, there are ten thousand beasts galloping past.

The only hope left was that this card was not Lin Cheng's, but his parents' passbook.

"Uncle, wait a moment!"

Lin Cheng turned around and entered the room. When he came out, he was holding a laptop in his hand.

In front of Yan Jun, he turned on the computer, logged on to the website, clicked on the background, and placed the details of the manuscript fee for the previous month on the coffee table.

"You, you are writing a novel!"

"Writing novels can earn 32 a month?"

Yan Jun's eyes wandered, and he scanned the computer screen back and forth, trying hard to find some clues.

fake!

This must be fake!

32 million monthly income?

An 18-year-old kid who is still in high school, can he earn 32 a month?

I'm just jumping from here...

Based on the mentality of not being afraid of ten thousand, just in case, Yan Jun interrupted this dangerous thought in time.

"Your name is Lin Cheng, right?"

"Tell the truth to uncle, your money..."

pat!

Lin Cheng lightly clicked the mouse and opened the word document on the desktop, which was the "Qixing Chinese Network Platinum Writer Contract" sent to him by the editor Laochen.

"This is the platinum writer's contract of Qixing Chinese.com. Without a yearly income of millions, it is impossible to sign the contract."

"Also, this is my background subscription data. The average subscription of 2 means that my book has an average of 7 people who have paid to read the entire book."

"The 41 new subscriptions are the number of paid chapters yesterday, that is, 41 chapters were sold, and the price of each chapter is about 6 cents, which means that my book sold [-] yuan a day."

Lin Cheng explained his novel in detail bit by bit.

And Yan Jun regretted it.

regret but too late!

If you don't listen to the children, you will suffer in front of your eyes.

I'm so stupid, really!

I just know that the news said that someone wrote a novel and made tens of thousands of dollars a month.

I didn't know it would exist in reality.

It's even more outrageous!