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Chapter 19 Zhou Bingkun was despised

There is an old saying that money is a man's courage. Zhou Bingkun now feels deeply touched by this saying.

There was no liquid savings left in the family, and all that was left was just enough to cover the family's daily expenses. As a result, Zhou Bingkun had completely lost his temper.

Every day I feel like a frost-bitten eggplant. In fact, I am thinking in my heart, an article like "The Rise of Great Powers" can earn me more than a thousand yuan in royalties. If I write ten more articles, can I get more than ten thousand yuan in royalties?

But it's just wishful thinking, because it's not realistic at all. Even if I could get so much royalties, I still need so many classic articles!

It’s only 1979 now. It’s too early and inappropriate to write about the Japanese real estate bubble!
Considering the collapse of the big brother next door, who is still the second most powerful overlord in the world, if Zhou Bingkun really wrote it, he might be taken away by KGB agents and destroyed!

This must not be written!
After much thought, I can only think of one historical article that is not against any rules and is not exaggerated, but it seems a little difficult to spread to the public today.

Zhou Bingkun had no choice but to write the article for the time being, which was better than just sitting there doing nothing.

Next, Zhou Bingkun went back and forth to the library of Northeast Normal University again to borrow some historical materials from Gansu, Xinjiang, Ningxia and other regions, and then went home to write furiously.

The professor felt even more relieved when he saw Zhou Bingkun appear in the school library again.

What kind of achievement can be as satisfying as persuading a lost “lamb” to return to the right path?
In order to achieve the ideal effect for this article, Zhou Bingkun went to the art department to ask for help, hoping that someone would help him draw some illustrations, but he was despised by them.

Seeing that this approach was a dead end, Zhou Bingkun did not give up. Instead, he found a retired person who had worked in the cartoon department of Northeast Film Studio, the predecessor of Shanghai Animation Film Studio.

"Mr. Zhou, since we are from the same family, please help me draw!"

"Oh! Young man, I'm too old, I'm already over sixty!

This time I retired to enjoy my old age!

So, you should seek help from someone else!"

"Mr. Zhou, I know you are retired now!

But helping me draw illustrations won’t waste too much of your time!

For a god-level professional like you, it would be easy to handle!
Mr. Zhou, please help me!"

"Hey! Young man, why do you like to pester me so much?
I've already told you to take your gift and leave my house!" Seeing that Zhou Bingkun kept pestering him, Mr. Zhou angrily ordered him to leave.

I really didn't expect that drawing an illustration would be so damn difficult!
At Northeast Normal University, I was looked down upon by students majoring in fine arts. When I came to the home of a retired master, I was still looked down upon!
Are you painters so noble?

Zhou Bingkun left Mr. Zhou's house in a daze, and returned to Guang Zipian's home with a grim expression. When he was almost home, Zhou Bingkun forced himself to cheer up, pretending to be happy, and returned home, just because he didn't want his family to feel sad with him.

"Bingkun, are you back?"

"Well! Where are our mother and children?" Zhou Bingkun asked with a smile.

"Our mother took the children to visit Aunt Qiao's house!
I'll be back soon, around the time for dinner!"

"Oh! What are we having for dinner today?"

"The old three!"

Haha, the three common things are potatoes, cabbage, and frozen tofu!

Zhou Bingkun disguised himself very well and Zheng Juan didn't notice anything unusual.

Seeing Zhou Bingkun leaving in disappointment, Old Zhou shook his head in disdain. His wife, who was standing by, saw that Zhou Bingkun didn't take the gift with him, so she said to him, "Old Zhou, what are you thinking?

Drawing is your specialty!

Is it so difficult to draw an illustration for this young man?"

"Humph! What do you know?
Anyway, before I retired, I was an art master at the level of deputy factory director!
How could a young man come up to me and ask me to draw? That would be so embarrassing!"

"Tsk, I think the only thing you have left to live for now is your face!

Besides, the young man was very polite and didn't even take the gift away!"

After hearing what his wife said, Mr. Zhou pushed his reading glasses and looked at the gift left by Zhou Bingkun, and then inadvertently saw the storybook that was also left behind.

Without the outsiders around, Mr. Zhou dropped his airs and, perplexed, picked up Zhou Bingkun's storybook and began to read. Initially dismissive, Mr. Zhou became increasingly shocked. After a long while, after finishing all ten chapters, Mr. Zhou looked up at his wife and anxiously asked, "Where did that Zhou Bingkun say he was from?"

"Humph! Northeast Normal University, majoring in History, sophomore!"

“No wonder!

It turns out he studied history!
"You have a really solid foundation in history!" Mr. Zhou said softly with emotion after hearing his wife's answer.

"Old man, what are you mumbling about?"

Without paying any attention to his wife, Mr. Zhou stood up, took Zhou Bingkun's storybook, and walked towards his studio.

Seeing Mr. Zhou's strange behavior, his wife quickly shouted, "It's almost time for dinner! What are you doing?"

"No more eating! Draw!"

"What a mess! I told you to draw, but you didn't!
I told you not to paint, but you went on painting anyway!" Upon hearing Mr. Zhou's voice, his wife complained in a low voice.

Zhou family.

What Zheng Juan said was very accurate. Sure enough, when it was almost time for dinner, Zhou's mother came back with her two children, but they were followed by Aunt Qiao and her daughter Qiao Chunyan.

"Bingkun, I heard that you bought your uncle Lin's house next door?"

"Yes! Aunt Qiao, I bought it a few days ago!

I also bought the Su family behind it!" Although Zhou Bingkun was a little confused, he still explained with a smile.

"Then can you temporarily spare a room for my eldest daughter to stay in for a while?"

"This? Didn't Sister Chunyan rent a house?" Zhou Bingkun felt a little confused.

“My eldest daughter and her family also rent a house in Guangzi Film Studio, but it’s too far from our home and it’s inconvenient to take care of them!

You have a lot of spare rooms at home, so I might as well live here!

Bingkun, don't worry!

The rent will be paid!"

"Aunt Qiao, it doesn't matter whether I pay rent or not!
But recently I have been contacting building materials and preparing to build a new house!

It would be troublesome if Sister Chunyan had to move around!" Zhou Bingkun explained with a wry smile.

"Ah? You're planning to demolish all these houses and build new ones?" Aunt Qiao widened her eyes in shock.

"Huh? Yes! Our family is growing in number!

As soon as New Year’s Eve and Spring Festival come, my sister and brother come back and there is no room for them to stay here!
This is also why I bought Uncle Lin and the Su family’s house.”

“But this house is in good condition!
It would be such a shame to demolish it and rebuild it!

And this old house of yours, your father Zhou Zhiqiang spent a lot of effort to build it!
You've already torn it all down for him, and he'll definitely be mad at you when he comes back!"

"Haha, nothing!

My dad is a very open-minded person!

You should understand me!"

Aunt Qiao and Qiao Chunyan left the Zhou family disappointed. Watching Qiao Chunyan and her daughter leave, Zhou's mother, Li Suhua, quickly pulled Zhou Bingkun aside and asked, "Kun'er, have you really decided to demolish everything and build a new house?

How about leaving this old house behind?"

"Mom, out with the old comes the new!
I plan to build a two-story Chinese courtyard house!
It would be a shame if such a large place was not built beautifully! " After hearing Zhou's mother Li Suhua's suggestion that we keep the Zhou family's old house, Zhou Bingkun explained with a smile.

"Ah? Two floors? How much will that cost?"

(End of this chapter)