CHAPTER 667: CHAPTER 666: WHAT CAN COMPARE WITH GREAT-GRANDMA?

"Hey, little girl, what kind of tone is that? Can’t you see I’m submitting my works?"

Sie Yufei lifted his chin and casually picked up a thick letter, "See? These are all my proud creations."

Lin Nianhe smacked her lips, took the envelope, and saw that the recipient’s address was Shanghai Daily Newspaper.

She picked up another envelope, from another newspaper.

She had seen manuscript submissions before, but never ones where the thickness needed to be measured.

"Surely you didn’t submit to all the newspapers in the country, right?" Lin Nianhe looked at him incredulously.

"Not really," Sie Yufei said, "it’s mainly because I don’t know some of the newspapers’ addresses."

Zhou Xu quietly added from the side, "This is the fourth stack this week."

Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but give Sie Yufei a thumbs up: "Fourth Brother, you’re impressive."

Is he seriously submitting to every factory’s newspaper too?

Lin Nianhe quickly realized something, "Wait, you didn’t use all your money to buy stamps, did you?"

Sie Yufei: "Pretty much."

"Then what will you use to buy film rolls?"

Sie Yufei worked faster than Lin Nianhe, usually earning eight or nine points a day, which was barely enough food for him, but film rolls...

Sie Yufei licked his lips, "Once the royalties come, I’ll have money to buy film rolls."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Zhou Xu was also stunned by his statement.

He thought all the educated youths from Beijing were wealthy!

Turns out this ancestor spent all his money on developing photos and buying stamps!

"Well, how about I think of a way to get those stamps refunded?" Zhou Xu suggested.

"No need, no worries," Sie Yufei laughed heartlessly, "I got a job cutting matchboxes from Uncle Team Leader. Great Grandma Wang earns twenty a month, surely I could make thirty or forty?"

"Forgive me for being blunt, but you can’t outdo Great Grandma Wang in cutting matchboxes," Lin Nianhe said, "Great-grandma spends every day cutting matchboxes except when she’s eating or sleeping. Moreover, she hardly sleeps, only four to five hours a day... How can you compete with her when you can’t even get out of bed?"

Sie Yufei was silent for a long while, looking up at the distant white mountains, and said, "Xiao He, if you really don’t know how to comfort someone, you might as well shut up."

Lin Nianhe: "Alright."

She was about to ask if he needed financial support from her, but since he told her to shut up, she would obey.

She was always one to take advice.

Lin Nianhe thought Sie Yufei would have some tough days ahead, but unexpectedly, just three days later, news came from the brigade that the Provincial City Newspaper had called for Sie Yufei to answer the phone.

Youngest Master Sie went nervously and returned swaggeringly.

The temperature had risen recently, and he met several villagers on his way.

"Xiao Sie, where are you off to?"

"Aunt Wang, I went to the brigade to answer a call, from the Provincial City Newspaper, they want to publish my photo."

"Xiao Sie, have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I was just about to eat but then had to answer the phone. The Provincial City Newspaper insisting on using my photo held me up!"

"Xiao Sie, where’s Nianhe?"

"I don’t know, I went to answer the phone from the Provincial City Newspaper..."

As he ambled back, even the village dogs knew his photo was going to be published by the Provincial City Newspaper.

Three days later, Sie Yufei received a remittance slip from the Provincial City Newspaper—sixteen yuan.

"Ah, this is what you call talent, get it?" he flaunted the remittance slip in front of Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe rolled her eyes: "Oh."

He swayed in front of Wang Shumei: "Look, this is the fruit of my wisdom!"

Wang Shumei was too lazy to lift her head: "Oh."

He then went to the front yard to find Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi: "I said my slow accumulation would pay off, didn’t I?"

Wang Xue was too lazy to even utter an "Oh" and kept making the Head Flower.

As the only benevolent one, Miao Hongqi cooperated and exclaimed, "Really impressive." But then she couldn’t help but ask: "How much more money do you need to buy the... camera?"

Sie Yufei: "..."

Her "Oh" would have been better than this.

Miao Hongqi continued: "I have two hundred yuan here, if you are short by two hundred to buy it, I can lend it to you."

Sie Yufei: "What a saint!"

But Sie Yufei still did not borrow all of Miao Hongqi’s savings.

This was not just about two hundred yuan.

It was about the ten thousand plus in front of that.

Youngest Master Sie fell from the joy of sixteen yuan back into the vortex of reality, feeling melancholy he picked up a broom and went to the backyard to sweep the snow, venting his unsettled mood.

"Hey, stop sweeping, come here, I need to talk to you." Lin Nianhe waved him over.

Sie Yufei dragged himself over to Lin Nianhe, listlessly responded, "What’s up?"

"You save a thousand, I’ll cover the rest," Lin Nianhe said. "If the filming is successful and it gets screened, we’ll split the box office 70-30, I’ll take the bigger share."

We can’t let him go on like this, if this continues, even the village dogs will be depressed by his rants.

Mainly because that amount over ten thousand yuan is truly unattainable for Sie Yufei. It’s better to give him a reachable target... that way a person doesn’t go crazy.

But it must not be too easy for him, otherwise with Youngest Master Sie’s temperament, there’s a high chance he won’t cherish this golden opportunity.

Sie Yufei looked at Lin Nianhe, after a brief moment of surprise, he was overwhelmed with confusion: "Where did you get the money?"

Sie Yufei knew Lin Nianhe was well-off, after all she’s a girl, the Lin Family provided her with ample allowance, plus Su Yuncheng often bought her food, and she also had supplements from her private teaching... but that still wasn’t enough to buy equipment!

Lin Nianhe was dumbfounded by his question: "Is it not obvious that I have money?"

Sie Yufei looked at her skeptically: "We both depend on our families, how could you have much more money than me?"

That’s when Lin Nianhe realized—she hadn’t told Sie Yufei about her contract with the machinery plant.

After a moment of silence, she casually said, "Oh, actually I haven’t relied on mom and dad for money—last New Year’s I designed a hand-operated threshing machine for the machinery plant, they give me five yuan for every unit sold at the Trade Fair."

"Ah, only five yuan," Sie Yufei didn’t think it was a lot.

Lin Nianhe’s tone remained flat: "Well, between the Spring and Autumn Trade Fairs, they sold just under two million units."

Sie Yufei: "...!"

He almost dropped his jaw to the doorstep.

What is this?

A magnate right beside him?

Lin Nianhe: "Ah, this unbearable talent of mine."

"..."

"Fruits of wisdom!"

"..."

"So, do you agree to the 70-30 split?"

"Agreed! Agreed!"

"Sister He, need a dog? I volunteer!"

Sie Yufei’s eyes shone as if they were light bulbs, if only he had a sliver of dignity left, he would’ve slid on his knees before her.

Lin Nianhe: "I treat you like a brother, but you insist on being a dog? Boy, you have quite peculiar tastes."