Chapter 111: Going Back on Your Words, How to Be a Parent
Director Jin didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Creation is not like a hen laying eggs. Doesn't he understand?

Other than that!

This is what he said to the department: Inspiration, opportunities, in-depth understanding and summary are needed to have cultural output.

But as for Wang Yuanchao, whip the donkey!
"How about the Lantern Festival? There will be a party in the department, and we can go and show up then.

You have been in the unit for half a year. Although your professional rating cannot be changed in a short period of time, the organization can give you more responsibilities, or get closer to the organization and become an active member first?"

What burden can be added to the art troupe? It is better to do it like now, hand in an assignment once a year or two, and then you can be free and easy. As for the activist, he is still young, so there is no rush.

But the director has already thrown out the chips, and it would be bad if he doesn’t take over.

I can only say:
"I'm not going to celebrate this New Year, I'm going to finish the manuscript!"

Director Jin's expression finally relaxed.

The art troupe suddenly produced a masterpiece, and too many people were staring at it. Many people said that it was a flash in the pan. He now has a good chance of moving up to the position of deputy director, and he doesn't want others to move up.

If we can produce another outstanding work during the Lantern Festival, we will be in luck.

He doesn't even expect to have another hit like "Love My China". The right time, the right place and the right people are all essential and cannot be forced.

"Okay, if you have any needs, just tell Chief Wei directly. I will tell him that I will make sure to ensure the creation!"

Finally, Wang Yuanchao whispered:
"Director, I went to the Northeast and got some good things from tigers. Would you like to take them back and make some wine?"

It’s better to talk to your boss about private matters than work matters, especially private matters between men, right?

Director Jin laughed dryly twice, his face turned bitter, and said:
"A few years ago, your method was somewhat useful, but now it doesn't work anymore."

Tiger bones are useless?
"What about the deer blood wine?"

Director Jin seemed to remember something and said:
"Is there? Maybe we can try this."

Wang Yuanchao took out a porcelain bottle from his bag. It was blank and sealed with wax. He said:

“I went to Fengtian to help my eldest brother’s father-in-law visit his teacher, who was the first professor of traditional Chinese medicine in our country.

I used my connections to buy a bottle of this deer blood wine, and I drink two glasses of it every day before bed, 3 cents a glass."

Director Jin carefully took the wine, held it in his hand and examined it carefully, as if he could see something special about it.

This was prepared by Wang Yuanchao's grandmaster Ma Erqin. After all, only men know what tonics his disciple wants.

But he felt that those bones and ginseng were one-sided pursuits with extremely low cost-effectiveness.

So he helped his disciple to prepare a batch of tonic wine, which contained epimedium, Cistanche deserticola, ginseng, deer antler, Morinda officinalis, wolfberry, Eucommia ulmoides, Cuscuta australis, sea lion kidney, etc. It had sufficient ingredients and was carefully proportioned, and it could nourish the kidney and strengthen the yang, and was specifically used to treat symptoms such as impotence, weakness in the waist and knees, and mental fatigue.

Seeing that his master had misunderstood his meaning, Wang Yuanchao kindly acknowledged the misunderstanding and accepted the jar of wine, weighing 30 kilograms.

It really is a jar.

As for deer blood wine, he just called it that.

But the name sounds exciting, doesn’t it?

Director Jin didn’t know who the first professor of traditional Chinese medicine was, but he knew that Wang Yuanchao’s eldest brother’s father-in-law was an associate chief physician at a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, so his teacher should be of a high enough level.

Besides, what's the use of two small glasses of wine? It's just a matter of whether it's useful or not.

So he happily accepted it, without even saying something polite like "this won't happen again". What if it was useful? Would he want it then? Maybe he would even ask for it on his own initiative! Wang Yuanchao went to the finance department to collect two months' salary and the travel allowance for this period.

The finance department didn't say a word and just did it for him.

After receiving the money, I went back to the dormitory to borrow fire and light the stove. I had to warm up the room, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

His dormitory was better sealed than the courtyard house, but it was also larger. I had no experience at the time and thought the large space was spacious and comfortable...

But to be honest, the heating provided by the stove's iron chimney cannot be compared with radiators or kangs.

If you are two meters away from the stove, you can no longer feel the heat.

He really wanted to move the stove to the bedroom, so he asked the logistics department for help and installed a large iron chimney.

But looking at all those boxes piled up in the bedroom, I decided to move the bed next to the stove.

The outer room is integrated with the kitchen, dining and living room. Compared with the large bedroom with study room inside, the space is compact and much warmer.

He couldn't ask outsiders for help. Forget it, he could only boil water day and night to keep warm.

After finishing all this, he went to visit the Radio Academy across the street.

One was to apply for the correspondence course exam. The knowledge was so simple that even he, an art student majoring in liberal arts, found it easy, not to mention the blessing of the golden finger. It was not for the purpose of not being so shocking that he could take the exam after reading the textbooks.

If you pass the exam, you can get a correspondence technical secondary school certificate, and theoretically you can continue your studies at a college or university.

The other thing is to find my English speaking teacher Delia. I have been away for so long and I need to get in touch with her.

This is the only foreign friend Wang Yuanchao has contact with so far. He will keep this for future critical moments, so that his words will carry more weight than his own.

However, Teacher Delia went to the new campus to teach and is not here.

But the teacher in charge of the correspondence course was there. He had just finished issuing the examination papers and was going to mail them to the students so that they could take the examinations and then mail them back to the school for grading. Only those who passed the examinations would be awarded the correspondence degree certificates.

Wang Yuanchao invited his teacher to have lunch with him in the school cafeteria. He put the correspondence course book on the equipment column and applied to take the exam on the spot under the teacher's nose.

The teacher was also willing to see his level, so he agreed.

Basic knowledge, routine operations, and even questions with small traps - too many to handle, were all answered calmly by Wang Yuanchao.

After Wang Yuanchao finished the test paper, the teacher basically looked through his answering process and results, which were exactly the same as the standard answers.

The teacher corrected the test paper on the spot, gave full marks, and said that the correspondence certificate would be available around the beginning of February. After all, it takes a long time to wait for other candidates to receive the test paper, take the test, mail it back, and issue it uniformly.

There is still more than a month left, he can definitely wait.
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Courtyard house

Wang Heping was very annoyed, but had nowhere to vent.

Because Qin Huairu wants to introduce Qin Jingru to Sha Zhu, how can this be possible?
This clearly shows that they don't take Wang Heping seriously!
He had already told his mother that Qin Jingru was a good girl and would never have anything to do with Qin Huairu.

But my mother didn't believe it! My father was just like a yes-man, always saying that Comrade Miao Cui's opinions were his own!
Is this the Wang family or the Miao family?
[Except for Wang Yuanchao, who has the third eye, no one can believe this]

Mother only said that they would give Wang Heping the same amount as his eldest brother's wedding gift, and Wang Heping would not take a penny less. Apart from that, Wang Heping could not take even a single cent.

Everyone respects each other.

Wasn't it agreed at that time that the house would be left to him, the second son?

The third brother doesn’t want it!
How can you be a parent if you go back on your word?
(End of this chapter)