Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Yang Rui sat under the shade of a tree and had a full meal, then slowly went down the mountain to the post office in the town to pick up his remittance.

The post office is a relatively new building in the town. It has two floors, its exterior is painted gray, and there are double wooden doors to welcome customers.

The sales department is also divided into three parts. In the middle is the counter for receiving letters and packages, where all payment and invoices are made. On both sides of it are the telephone booths and the place where the letters and parcels are stored, and there is a salesperson working on each side.

Compared with the post office in Xizhaizi Township, the post office in Xibao Town can be called grand, which is also the reason why there are many small and medium-sized state-owned enterprises in the area. Most of the bicycles parked at the gate and the people queuing at the telephone booths are from nearby state-owned enterprises.

Sister Li at the counter spotted Yang Rui as soon as he entered the door. She stopped what she was doing, greeted Yang Rui, and shouted at the top of her voice, "Sister of the Wu family, you brother Yang is here."

"What are you shouting about? It's Yang Rui, not Brother Yang." A ten-year-old girl came in from the backyard and said something reproachfully. She looked at Yang Rui with big watery eyes and said with a smile: "Yang Rui, you Come to collect the manuscript fee again?"

"Yes, I'm running out of money." Yang Rui nodded honestly.

"My mother said I was a big spender. You have spent dozens of yuan this month." Wu Qian, a girl from the Wu family, grew up in the same yard as Yang Rui. I went to work at the post office, because he was handsome and young, so he looked a little eccentric. Ever since I ran into Yang Rui taking remittances, I had to make fun of him every time. Sister Li, the oldest in the office, was also very cooperative, calling Wu Qian out every time.

Yang Rui said helplessly: "I'm growing up, I eat a lot."

"I'm growing up too. My monthly food expenses are only 1 yuan, and the rest will be confiscated by my mother." Wu Qian complained, and neatly pulled two forms and put them on the counter for Yang Rui to fill out.

Yang Rui glanced at Wu Qian's bulging breasts hidden under the sportswear, and thought: No matter how long you grow, you won't be able to wear the clothes anymore.

Wu Qian seemed to have noticed something, and she turned her body imperceptibly, but she didn't completely avoid it, chatting about small gossips in the town.

Yang Rui listened quietly, and at the same time compared the remittance slip and filled it out carefully.

He quite likes listening to Wu Qian's words. The girl's voice is crisp and soft. The crispness comes from the language, and the softness comes from the tone. It gives people a feeling of crispness on the outside and tenderness on the inside, like light music surrounding the ears, without thinking When it comes to content, it has a relaxing effect.

On the other hand, Wu Qian is also a little beauty, her skin is very fair and tender, and her melon-seeded face seems to be able to express a thousand emotions, always changing. The so-called eighteen-year-old girl is not ugly, let alone a sixteen-year-old girl.

Although he is a little younger, it can be regarded as an eye-catching benefit.

"Fill it out." Yang Rui pushed the receipt and remittance slip over.

"Let me take a look." Wu Qian pursed her rosy lips and checked carefully.

Sister Li also finished the business of the person next to her, and said with a smile: "You must see clearly, it will be convenient to check his small account in the future."

"Aunt Li, if you do this again, I won't talk to you anymore." Wu Qian pouted and flicked her braid coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to make tea, you two young people chat." Sister Li was originally a good friend of Wu Qian's mother. When Wu Qian made a fuss, she patted her on the back with a smile, and went to the back room with a teacup .

Wu Qian twisted her waist like a cat, her chest trembled slightly, and Yang Rui coughed repeatedly.

"If you keep looking around, I'll dig out your eyeballs." Wu Qian stuck her head in front of the counter and threatened Yang Rui "viciously".

Yang Rui blushed, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"On purpose, dig it out now." In order to demonstrate her force, Wu Qian made a cat's claw in the air with her right hand.

Yang Rui had seen the same movement in many girls' dances, but Wu Qian must have never seen it before, which made him startled.

"Hey, I made a mistake here... Fill out another form." Wu Qian finished checking, drew a line on the amount with her nails, and tore him another form.

Yang Rui was stunned again, and said, "It's not wrong."

"I also said that I didn't make a mistake. You wrote 2,037 yuan on the form, and your remittance slip should be... Huh!"

She stared wide-eyed and counted the two sides, before Yang Rui could react, she suddenly shouted: "Sister Li, Sister Li."

"You child, call Sister Li when you are employed, and Aunt Li when you are not in use. Come here." Sister Li filled her enamel cup with water, walked to the counter, and asked, "What's the matter?" ?”

"The remittance slip seems to be wrong." Wu Qian had just started working, and her salary plus bonus was only 42 yuan. When she saw the draft fee, her first reaction was that she had made a mistake, and so was her second reaction.

Sister Li came over with a smile and said as she walked, "How could the remittance slip be wrong, let me see..."

She took a sip of tea, scanned Yang Rui's remittance slip from left to right, top to bottom, and then read it again.

"Pfft..." After swallowing half of the tea, Sister Li sprayed it out.

"Is it wrong? These people are too careless, they have made mistakes in such an important thing as the remittance slip." Wu Qian muttered and pushed the new slip to Yang Rui.

Sister Li patted her lightly, pulled back the new receipt, and said in a low voice, "The remittance slip is correct."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Yang Rui like a giant panda.

Unlike Wu Qian, Sister Li has seen some large remittance slips. For example, train drivers for transportation, college students who have settled in the Special Economic Zone, and money sent by overseas relatives, the amount is always several thousand yuan.

However, most of the money sent by others is accumulated, and some are borrowed.

Yang Rui's remittance slip is a clear payment for the manuscript.

In other words, how much did he earn in one stroke!

"How is it possible!" Wu Qian also asked in surprise.

Yang Rui knew that he couldn't do without an explanation, so he cleared his throat and said, "I have an article on popular science, which was published in a magazine. Because of the large number of words, people gave more."

"That can't be so much. Don't lie to me. The manuscript fee of Hedong Daily is only 15 yuan for a thousand words, and it costs more than a hundred thousand words for one yuan. Why do you write such a long popular science article?" Wu Qian questioned crisply.

"The magazine I am reporting has a high manuscript fee."

"How tall?" Sister Li asked.

Yang Rui hesitated, and said honestly: "65 yuan for a thousand words."

Wu Qian's eyes widened, and she calculated silently in her heart. The monthly salary and bonus was 42 yuan, and it was only 63 yuan in one and a half months. It was still not as good as Yang Rui's 1,000-word manuscript fee...

Sister Li couldn't help but think of the three top three during the movement, the so-called famous director, famous screenwriter, famous actor, high salary, high manuscript remuneration, and high bonus. Really high.

"Well, can I withdraw money today?" Yang Rui interrupted the two people's random thoughts.

Sister Li was surprised: "How can there be so much money in the office, you have to make an appointment."

"Then make an appointment."

"No." Sister Li lowered her voice: "How much is it? What should I do if I send it over and lose it? What should I do if someone steals it? It's not easy to pick it up. You can go to the county to pick it up. It's best to go to the city to pick it up." .”

Wu Qian gave Sister Li a hand: "Yang Rui went to the city to pick it up and had to come back. What should I do if someone robbed me on the way?"

"You little girl." Sister Li snorted, pushed the remittance slip, and said, "I can't control it, you can talk to the director and see if he can pick it up for you."

"I'll accompany you." Wu Qian turned out from the counter without going through the door.

Yang Rui had no choice but to go to the second floor to find the director.

The director of the post office in Xibao Town is Wang Guohua's father, who is also an acquaintance, so he called the county and made an appointment to withdraw money tomorrow.

Yang Rui left an unopened package of the big front door on the table as a thank you.

In the years when IOUs were rampant, it was not news that the post office remitted money to IOUs, and being able to get the money quickly and smoothly was considered a help.

When Yang Rui returned to school, Wu Qian stood on the counter and started looking through things. After a while, she found a pen and paper, and began to write stroke by stroke.

When Sister Li asked about it, Wu Qian immediately said, "I also want to write an article and publish it in a magazine."

"Silly girl." Sister Li laughed loudly, pressed Wu Qian's pen, and whispered in her ear, "You have time to write articles, why don't you find a good uncle, understand?"

Wu Qian flushed with shame, she shook off her and said, "Aunt Li, you're teasing me again."

"Aunt Li is not teasing you, just say that Yang Rui is a young man who is very energetic (dialect) and capable. His father is still the secretary of Xizhaizi Township. After two years of working, it will be difficult to catch him. Yes. If you are embarrassed to say it, I will tell your mother."

"Sister Li, no." Wu Qian grabbed her sleeves and did not relax.