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Chapter 333: Yu Ping treats guests(1/3)

Ding Wei still doesn't know that a large wave of zombies (brothers and sisters) are about to come to the imperial capital to eat her brain.

But precisely because he didn’t know, he seemed relaxed.

My aunt is also quite free and easy (single).

Her son's evaluation score was very good, so she changed her previous worry about gains and losses, and was completely relieved, without considering other bad possibilities.

The wind blows on the soles of my feet every day, and I just feel that there is a lot of potential for me in the future.

——Isn’t that a promising thing?

Even when I went out for training, I could have a scene with Chen Tianhai, and I even exchanged contact information with Chen Tianhai's agent.

The aunt is thinking that next time she has a chance, she will go to some training place in the imperial capital, and maybe she can be an extra!

When the time comes, I will tell the old sisters that I will be on TV. Oh, then there will be more people buying insurance!

Sure enough, a woman still has to have her own career so that her waist can be straightened!

Auntie collapsed in the toilet at her original workplace from crying.

——What's wrong? This is no longer a career.

People can’t get in if they want to!



Ding Wei met an unexpected person downstairs.

She had just come out of the library, holding a pile of information in her hands dazedly. She hadn't entered the dormitory yet.

In fact, the school library is air-conditioned, so I don’t know how comfortable it is to study there.

But just because the air-conditioning was turned on, everyone was running there, making it extremely difficult to find a seat.

After all, this is Mingda University, and there are far more students who study hard than those who work hard.

After Ding Wei tried it twice, she decided to go back to the dormitory.

What are hot spots afraid of?

A young body is fearless!

It's strange, when I walked back from the library, there was a layer of sweat on my forehead.

The weather has already reached over 30 degrees. In the Imperial Capital, it is said that there is a big cover in the sky and a frying pan on the ground.

That's all.



"Yu Ping?"

"Why are you here?"

Yu Ping laughed:

"I came to celebrate with you!"

Ding Wei was stunned for a while before she realized: "Oh, your royalties?"

Now, it was Yu Ping's turn to be stunned.

"How do you know the celebration I'm talking about is royalties?"

Ding Wei never revealed that she was the boss of Dreamweaver Literature Network. At that time, she just made a suggestion.

It’s just that Yu Ping was attracted by the signing bonus, so she submitted her articles to this platform without hesitation.

That's why Yu Ping had such doubts.



However, anyone who writes will lie.

Ding Wei's face didn't even turn red.

"If I can make you so happy and even say I want to celebrate, I won't break up with a scumbag again!"

"So I guess that's when your talent in writing was discovered."

Yu Ping blushed.

Ding Wei is so smart...

"Yeah, I don't have any talent."

However, she was really happy.

"The account arrived this morning. I thought about it and didn't know who to celebrate with, so I had to come here to find you."

She is pretty and should have been very popular.

It's a pity that after Zhou Zhenhong's incident, the label of "worshiping money" has not been completely removed, so that except for a few interactions with a few classmates in the dormitory, even sharing happiness is a luxury.

Ding Wei smiled: "Okay! But I still have homework to do in the evening. Can we go out for a simple meal and chat?"

This is one of the pillars of Dreamweaver Literature Network!

"Okay, okay."

Yu Ping nodded, and then looked at the large pile of information in Ding Wei's arms, her eyes showing a little fear and admiration.

As expected of Mingda.



She is not a girl who is good at disguising her emotions. All her thoughts are written on her face at the moment.

Ding Wei saw this and sighed melancholy:

——You should say, it is worthy of me.

I, Xueba Weiwei, can do any homework.

Ying.



Yu Ping's happy meaning is beyond words.

Ding Wei actually understands it very well.

In 2006, working in an electronics factory in a coastal city, earning more than 5,000 a month was considered a high salary.

For jobs such as waiters and cashiers with no technical difficulty, the monthly salary generally does not exceed 1,500.

Students can make money by being tutors, but the prerequisite is that they have the ability.

For example, academic qualifications and reliable sources of students.

Not to mention the manuscript fee of more than 20,000 yuan, even if it is ten years later, only a few people will be able to get it.

Although this includes the large bonus in the first month, the list is published every month, but it is divided into the general list and the new book list. As long as they maintain this level, they can also get the bonus next month.

.

In other words, for no other reason, as long as Yu Ping's level is stable, she can get a similar income every month before the book is finished.

For a girl who was still working hard at three jobs, this is simply a major turning point in her life!



"Ding Wei, thank you for pointing me out such a clear way. What do you want to eat?"

She smiled brightly and shook the bank card in her hand: "I have money, you can choose whatever you want."

Ding Wei thought for a while.

"Hey, I haven't eaten abalone for a long time. Let's go eat abalone and have a bird's nest each."

"ah!"

Yu Ping was stunned.

The heroic spirit just now was gone.

Even the pride of earning 20,000 yuan a month has been dispelled a lot.

Ding Wei burst out laughing, and then quickly apologized:

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I don't like these things. Let's find a restaurant to eat roast duck."

She touched her belly, and she didn't know if it was because she was severely damaged by Lao Wang's heavy oppression, or if she was trying to grow... She wanted to eat something oily right now.

"Quanjude, let's go!"

It doesn’t matter if it’s oily or not, eat it first and then talk about it!

"Yeah!"

Yu Ping's eyes sparkled.

As a girl who struggled to get into the imperial capital, due to her family background, even though she had been admiring Quanjude for a long time, she had never been able to take a real taste of it.
To be continued...
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