Yuan Haitang was stunned: Whether it is the cadres and staff of the unit, teachers and students in the school, or publicity officers in various production brigades.

They contributed articles to the district radio station for honor, and there was no royalty at all. Is that okay?

Comrade Han Xiaokang in front of him is obviously very literary and artistic, so why do you talk about money all the time?

What kind of enlightenment is this?

"I don't want to pay the royalties?"

Han Xiaokang turned around and left, "Then you search your own mind every day and go compile the manuscripts. Anyway, the salary paid by the district office is for you.

I said, comrade, you can’t get your salary on the one hand and use our manuscripts for free, right? What kind of enlightenment is this?”

It is not difficult for Yuan Haitang to write a few newsletters.

The difficulty is that it takes a long time to write the manuscript and edit it for a long time. No one will feel that their body is hollowed out.

"I, I'll treat you to a meal!"

Yuan Haitang's shout came from behind: "How about you submitting your articles, how about I treat you?"

Han Xiaokang said without looking back: "Success."

Back home,

Han Xiaokang took out the fried cake and pea cake and handed it to Han Zhang: "Mom, I'll give it to you."

Han Zhang swallowed his saliva and asked, "Xiaokang, don't you eat it?"

"I've eaten it a long time ago, I've eaten it several times!" Han Xiaokang lied while patting his shriveled belly.

"well"

While eating oil cakes, Han Zhang carefully stroked the bottle of "bee flower hair wash cream", "Oh, spend money indiscriminately!"
Chapter completed!