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"But you don't know what this happy event is. It's the adults' business. You just need to know that there is a happy event in our family." Originally, Wang Kun wanted to tell the children the truth, but when he said that, he changed his words. He hoped that Sanmao would develop into science. If he could write novels now and let others know, he would have to take him to the direction of liberal arts? This is what he most wants to see. Besides, letting outsiders know that his family suddenly made hundreds of dollars out of thin air is not a big deal. Chinese people pay attention to money and not reveal their money, so Wang Kun finally decided not to tell the children about this.

But Wang Kun can be hidden from Wang Daming and Wang Mei, but Wang Xiaoming. After dinner, he went to his parents' room and found a new book in his father's pile of books. He took it out and saw that it was a monthly novel of this month. He flipped through it and soon found Zhongxia's love for the novel. The author of the novel was Xiaoke.

"I don't know how much the manuscript fee is?" Wang Xiaoming said to himself.

"Five hundred." At some point, Wang Kun was already standing behind Wang Xiaoming.

"So much?" In his previous life, Wang Xiaoming could make more than 1,000 yuan a month, but how can he compare his current money with that time? The current five hundred yuan is at least equivalent to 50,000 yuan in thirty years later, which is definitely a huge sum of money for the Wang family.

"It's a good thing that you can make money, but your mind still needs to be on your studies. This is the reply from the editor there, please take a look." Wang Kun said softly. At this time, Wang Daming and Wang Mei were in another room. He didn't want them to know about this.

"Dad, then do you think you should write the novels later or not?" Wang Xiaoming asked intentionally.

"I mean you don't want to write, but your mother said she couldn't go back on her word. Besides, the situation at home is really tight, and your money just subsidizes the household income." Wang Kun said.

"I'll pay the money..."

"What do you want so much money for a child? This is five dollars, which is a reward for you. Your mother and I will keep the other money for you." Wang Kun interrupted him and said.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming is really rich with this money. When he heard that there were 500 yuan, he was thinking about how to use this money, but unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, 500 yuan became 5 yuan.

Holding the five yuan in his hand, Wang Xiaoming could only smile bitterly. Unless he showed his identity, it seemed that the money would not be returned. Of course, if he revealed his identity, Wang Xiaoming believed that his family would take his home to the hospital, and perhaps it might be a neurotic hospital. And even if he was not diagnosed with a neurotic disease, if the doctors knew about it, he might not be able to go his future path. Maybe he would be a guinea pig in his life.

But according to the adults, helping yourself keep the money is actually taking away the money. If you ask in the future, then when they return it to yourself, it will be a long way off, or it will never last. At least, don’t think about it before you become an adult! But now Wang Xiaoming is missing time.

"Dad, how do you plan to use that money?" Wang Xiaoming said.

"This is the adult business, what are you asking?" Wang Kun chuckled. He was going to invest in the newly established steward factory in the village.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming really wished he would become an adult immediately because he knew that the village was preparing a casting factory, which was to produce iron pipes for groundwater pipes and sewers. From the memory of his previous life, Wang Xiaoming also knew that his family had invested all the money in this casting pipe at that time, because it was a village-run collective enterprise, and everyone in the village had invested in shares. Those with surplus labor could also arrange to work in the factory.

But Wang Xiaoming knew one result, that is, the pipe casting factory went bankrupt after more than ten years. Due to poor management, the workers in the factory were all villagers in the village except for the technicians hired from outside. No one could accept the excessive strict management. In addition, the sales were not good, and more than ten years later, the PVC pipe squeezed the iron pipe without a place to stay.

The villagers didn't even get back the money they invested in. According to Wang Xiaoming's memory, it seems that they could only get back 80%. In other words, the more money they invest, the more they will lose. Wang Xiaoming is sure that the family will definitely invest in the maker factory.

"Dad, I think... forget it, it's okay." Wang Xiaoming originally wanted his father to hand over the five hundred yuan to himself for use, but thinking about it, even if he proposed it, he would not agree. It seems that the purpose of the money has been decided.

Lying on the bed, Wang Xiaoming couldn't fall asleep. Now he hasn't slept in the same bed with his parents. The three siblings squeezed into a big bed to sleep. Five hundred yuan, 20% off ten years later, and it became 400 yuan. Not only did it not appreciate, but it also depreciated. It also depreciated quite significantly. Four hundred yuan ten years later is only less than one hundred yuan now. Although it has returned 80%, it is actually only about 20%.

Wang Xiaoming didn't know much about the casting factory in his previous life. He only remembered that he built the factory when he was in elementary school. At that time, he went to the casting factory to play after school. Because of transportation, the casting factory needed a lot of straw ropes, and he and some children used straw ropes to play on the swing.

As for the benefits of the casting factory and why it went bankrupt, he didn't know at all. He couldn't even say which year it went bankrupt. Because he has lived in school since he went to high school and has little knowledge of the situation in the village. Every time he comes back on a weekend, his mother tells him about the affairs of the village.

According to Wang Xiaoming's meaning, the five hundred dollars should have my mother go to the town or even open a store in the county. What is the best way to make money in the 1980s? Electronic products and audio-visual products in Guangdong. Now, there have been five years of reform and opening up. There are many electronic factories in Guangdong. Electronic watches that cost a few dollars a dollar there can be sold for dozens of dollars after taking them home. With ten times the profit, can there be any better money-making business these days? Unfortunately...

"Dad, I want to subscribe to a few newspapers." After getting up the next morning, Wang Xiaoming asked Wang Kun. Since he could not change this fact, he could not tell them that he was from the 21st century, so let's guide them.

In this era without Baidu or Google, what channels do you need to collect information? Apart from newspapers and magazines, it is TV, but TV is still a rare thing now, and newspapers and magazines are now unifying. Although most newspapers and magazines have struggled to make progress in the 21st century, newspapers and magazines are now able to give people knowledge and strength to strive for progress.

"What newspaper are you a child?" Wang Kun was increasingly unable to understand his son. He was surprised by his learning ability and comprehension ability in the town middle school. The novel he wrote this time surprised him even more. And the most surprising thing was that he also earned a high royalty. Sometimes Wang Kun thought about it and did not know his son at all. He was too mature, which was not a good thing.
Chapter completed!