MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 76 If we're single at thirty, we'll be together

  Chapter 76 If we are single at thirty, let’s be together

  The next day, Zhao Chunjia arranged for someone to bring the contract to the school to find Qian Quan to sign the contract.

  After reading the contract, Qian Quan felt that Zhao Chunjia treated him very conscientiously.

  Because the contract stipulates the remuneration, instead of paying a fixed salary, it is divided 50-50 into money and rights.

  It means that every student taught by Qian Quan will share half of the basketball lesson fee paid by Qian Quan.

  If it is calculated on the basis of 150 yuan per class, as long as Qian Quan has seven or eight students, he can earn tens of thousands of dollars a year.

  It doesn't seem too much to allocate to each month, but the problem is that he only goes to class on weekends.

  For a college student, this can be considered a considerable amount of income.

   Moreover, the more applicants, the higher the income.

   "This weekend, we have invited a group of parents to come over with their children to try out the class, and we may have to trouble you to attend a demo class."

   said the staff member arranged by Zhao Chunjia.

   "Well, no problem, I will prepare."

  When Qian Quan got the "professional basketball skills", countless basketball knowledge and moves flashed in his mind, including basic, advanced, advanced, and finally professional...

  Last demo class, no problem.

   After signing the contract, the staff sent by Zhao Chunjia left.

  Qian Quan took stock of his part-time jobs by the way:

  Participated in the video team of senior sister Yun Gee;

  Joined the company run by brothers and sisters Li Zihyuk and Li Zhiyi;

  Now he is also a part-time basketball coach.

   Does this mean that more abilities come with more responsibilities?

   Not long after Qian Quan made fun of himself, he received a reply from "New Story Monthly":

"Dear Mr. Zhen Mingyin, hello, your contribution "Father's love is like a mountain, my father will take the blame for me after I accidentally killed my mistress" has passed the preliminary review of the editor, and now it is entering the final review stage of the editor-in-chief. Please add your editor Qingmo (WeChat The same phone number: 131XXXXX), communicate follow-up matters."

  Qian Quan added the green ink editor casually.

  The other party passed quickly, greeted first, and then said:

   "Hello, Mr. Zhen Mingyin, your submission has passed my preliminary review, and now it is entering the editor-in-chief's final review. I want to confirm with you that all copyrights of your story belong to you and have never been published, right?"

  Qian Quan: "Yes."

  Qing Mo: "Okay. Another question is, I see that at the end of the story you wrote that the old detective realized something was wrong again. Is this implying that he guessed the real truth?"

  Qian Quan: "Yes, there is a blank here, mainly to enhance the aftertaste of the father's self-sacrifice for his son, and to highlight the appeal of fatherly love. The hidden plot is that the police finally figured out the truth."

  Qian Quan, who often listens to Ding Linlang complaining about audits, naturally understands the implication of editor Qing Mo.

  Qing Mo: "Okay, I have no problem now, I will leave a message for you in time if I have any follow-up news."

  Qian Quan: "Okay."

  It seems that the initial review went well, but I don’t know what will happen to the final review. If it passes, will it be able to compete with Dad’s article in time for the same publication.

  …

   "Arrange this "Father's Love Like a Mountain" and that "Porcelain Wedding" in the same issue, and the catalog layout should be together. "Porcelain Wedding" is on the top, and "Father's Love is Like a Mountain" is on the bottom."

  The editorial department of "New Story Monthly", the editor-in-chief He Jue issued new instructions in the work group.

  Qing Mo: "Got it, I also feel that these two articles are suitable to be put together, and reading them together has the taste of a warning to the world. [Laughing]"

  Hejue: "Well, it's quite a coincidence. The quality of both articles is good, and the theme and concept are so connected, like an eight o'clock series."

  Qing Mo: "Haha, yes, then boss, the manuscript fee standard for "Father's Love" is also set at 650?"

  Hejue: "OK."

  …

   In a blink of an eye, November 15th came.

   There is still one day before Ding Linlang's birthday.

  Qian Quan went to Poppy to buy a black lady's trench coat, ordered a cake, and made an appointment with Ding Linlang to have dinner and sing tomorrow night.

  In fact, early this morning, Qian Quan received WeChat messages from his mother and Aunt Ye.

  Mother reminded him not to forget to celebrate Lin Lang's birthday, and Aunt Ye sent him a red envelope of 188 yuan directly, asking him to order a cake.

   Naturally, it is impossible for Qian Quan to receive red envelopes, so he copied and sent the reply to his mother to Aunt Ye:

   "Don't worry, Mom, everything about cakes and gifts has been taken care of. We have an appointment for dinner tomorrow night."

   After posting, I found that the address had not been changed, so I quickly withdrew it and changed "Mom" to "Aunt Lan".

   Unexpectedly, Aunt Lan actually saw it, and replied: "You don't need to do anything extra, the stone will change or not, sooner or later."

  Qian Quan replied with a laughing and crying expression.

  Aunt Lan: "Shitou, you have to promise me that you will help me look after Lin Lang. Unless she finds someone who is more handsome, better than you, and treats her better, I will drive them all away. Do you hear me?"

  Qian Quan: "Good Aunt Lan..."

  In the evening, Qian Quan specially kept watch on the time, and after midnight, he sent the birthday message he had prepared in advance:

"In the summer of 2012, we made an agreement to listen to each other with local telephones. We heard the whispers of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the burning stars and the sea, the golden wind blowing the jade dew, the buffaloes rolling in the world, ten thousand magpies flying over the Milky Way, and the tender red pomegranates. We are in the middle of the night. Whispering across time and space, echoing cicadas and tides, we decided to extend the summer of 2012 to winter...

   "Happy birthday, Ding Linlang, welcome to the adult world."

   Five or six minutes after Qian Quan's message was sent, Ding Linlang replied: "Qian Quan, you are so disgusting..."

   Then he replied: "But I like it very much, referring to this poem."

  Qian Quan returned with an expression of sunglasses.

  Ding Linlang: "Just now, my new book is on the shelves."

  Qian Quan: "Believe in yourself, and being on the shelves is also a rite of passage for a book."

  Ding Linlang: "Actually, after uploading the first VIP chapter, my mood has calmed down. There is no turning back when I start the bow, so let it go."

  Qian Quan: "This mentality is right."

  The two chatted for about ten minutes, Qian Quan said: "Go to bed early, see you tomorrow."

  Ding Linlang: "See you tomorrow."

   The next day, November 16, Qian Quan and Ding Linlang finished their afternoon class and went to Wan'an Square not far from Fudan University for dinner. They chose a charcoal-grilled buffet restaurant.

  After the two met, Qian Quan first gave the gift to Ding Linlang.

  Ding Linlang tried on the windbreaker on the spot, and it fit just right.

  Black, it not only complements the figure, but also shows the skin, and it also matches her thin and cold temperament.

   "I know how to choose." Ding Linlang obviously liked this gift very much.

   "It's okay." Qian Quan was flattered.

   After trying on clothes, the two entered the restaurant.

  Find a good seat first, and then choose the dishes by yourself.

   "By the way, how was the new book on shelves last night?" Qian Quan asked while holding a tray with beef.

   "We can eat this three times a day in the future." Ding Linlang was never humble in front of Qian Quan.

   "Lin Lang is so powerful! But if this is the case, why do you still eat this three times a day? Don't Michelin tires smell good?"

   "Go and eat the tires yourself."

  The two chatted and laughed, finished ordering the first round of dishes, and went back to their seats to bake.

   "Let's get down to business, besides the new book hit, do you have any other 18-year-old wishes?" Qian Quan asked.

  Looking at Qian Quan, Ding Linlang suddenly smiled and said, "I hope you won't leave the order before me?"

   "Forget it, anyway, it's a wish, and it may not always come true." Qian Quan said.

  Qian Quan glared at Qian Quan, and said: "There is one more thing, it's not a wish, it's an agreement, the kind of agreement made by many friends in film and television dramas—

   "That is, if we are still single between the ages of two and 30, let's be together, after all..."

   "Yes." Qian Quan readily agreed.

  Ding Linlang's smile continued, "At the same time, we must adhere to the principle of checking each other for twelve years."

"no problem."

  The two of them were silent in tacit understanding, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but rise.

  (end of this chapter)