The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 126, Yuan Spring Festival
"Duoyu, can't you just not reply to these letters? This money is sent to you by readers anyway. It's your money, why don't you take it?"

After being asked this question by the other party, Wang Duoyu became withdrawn.

He had talked to her about it before in letters, but she seemed to have forgotten.

After a while, he went to the bedroom, took out a passbook of his own, opened it and showed it to the other party.

"Xiao Li, look at this for yourself. This is my current savings, and I'm not sure when it will increase. You said I have so much money, do I still need to worry about these readers' money?"

The latest deposit balance on the passbook is a full two thousand eight hundred yuan. Well, this is not all of Wang Duoyu's deposit.

Because he also has a deposit in another bank with a balance of more than 800 yuan.

The reason why he has two deposit books is that he needs to have his own small treasury.

Although he has a strong ability to make money, even if his slush fund is discovered, he can still write a few articles at any time and earn some pocket money.

But based on his experience in his previous life, Wang Duoyu felt that as a man, he should have several small treasuries, otherwise it would be very troublesome to deal with emergencies.

It's not the case that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but it can only be said that if you don't plan for the future, you will have immediate worries. It's never a bad idea to prepare some reserve funds.

"so much?"

Liu Xiaoli's beautiful eyes widened instantly. More than 2,800 yuan, isn't that too much?
But the next second, she frowned again and said:
"But Duoyu, look at these letters. How many have I opened? There are already more than 460 yuan in them. By the time I finish opening them, I'm afraid it will exceed the balance in your passbook."

"How about a bet?"

Suddenly, she stared at Wang Duoyu's handsome face with a smile and said:

"If I open all these letters and the money inside is more than the balance in your passbook, you will listen to me, and I will listen to you. How about that?"

Wang Duoyu was no fool, he simply shook his head and rejected the proposal.

"What if you pay for it out of your own pocket?"

Liu Xiaoli felt insulted and said angrily, "How is that possible? How can I have so much money?"

But Wang Duoyu stared at the other person suspiciously, because Liu Xiaoli's performance clearly showed that she was right.

Her savings were not much, only more than 300 yuan, but she was full of confidence in Wang Duoyu.

If worst comes to worst, she can go home and ask her parents for some money, which will definitely be higher than Wang Duoyu's savings.

Of course, it depends on the specific situation. If the gap is too big, she will definitely not dare to provide such "subsidy".

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not that kind of person."

Seeing Wang Duoyu's strange expression, Liu Xiaoli almost confessed. Fortunately, her acting skills were pretty good and she felt that she had fooled him.

Wang Duoyu suddenly laughed:
"Okay, since you want to make a bet so badly, I'll grant your wish. I'll stay here this afternoon and open these letters with you. If it's true, as you say, that the amount of money in all the readers' letters exceeds my bankbook, then I'll listen to you, and vice versa. Is that okay?"

Liu Xiaoli immediately nodded with a smile.

So the two of them started to quickly open the letters, recorded how much money was paid in each letter, and then put all the money together.

By the time it was dark outside, all six sacks of letters had been opened.

There were still two sacks of letters left to be opened, and since they were both very tired and hungry, they planned to continue opening them in the evening.

"Let's go eat first, and then come back to continue dismantling it."

"No, let's count how much money we have first." Although Liu Xiaoli was very sleepy, she was still very energetic and laughed:

"I estimate that this amount of money exceeds the balance on your passbook. Come on, let's count it. Let's start with ten yuan."

Ten-yuan banknotes are indeed not a small number. After Liu Xiaoli counted them carefully, she found that there were actually 157 of them. In other words, that was 1,570 yuan.

Wang Duoyu looked into the cardboard box, where there were still many five-yuan, two-yuan, one-yuan, fifty-cent and other banknotes. His heart sank immediately: Could it really be more than two thousand eight hundred yuan?

It should still be in time to take out another passbook at this time, right?
Liu Xiaoli was particularly excited because she had already completed more than half of the task by just picking up ten yuan bills, with more than 1,300 yuan left. There was a high probability that she could complete the task, right?

Liu Xiaoli, who was pursuing the victory, immediately put the five-yuan, two-yuan and one-yuan banknotes together in piles of one hundred, and soon piled up thirteen piles.

At this time, there were still a lot of banknotes in the box, estimated to be at least several hundred yuan.

So, Wang Duoyu lost.

"Haha, classmate Wang Duoyu, you lost, hehe!" Liu Xiaoli proudly waved the banknotes in her hand and said happily:
"We haven't opened all the letters yet, and there's still so much money in here. It must be more than three thousand yuan."

Judging from the situation, 3,500 to 3,600 yuan should be a safe price.

Wang Duoyu remained silent and did not agree with Liu Xiaoli's words. At this moment, his mind was full of questions:

Where do those readers get so much money?
Is it compensation?

He couldn't understand and didn't know what was going on.

"What's wrong with you? Are you upset because you lost the bet?"

At this time, Liu Xiaoli, who was overly excited, finally realized that something was wrong with Wang Duoyu, and hurriedly joked with a smile.

"It's not that I'm unhappy, but..." Wang Duoyu hesitated and continued, "Forget it, with so much money, what are you going to do with it?"

"It's not my money, you can do with it however you like."

Liu Xiaoli suddenly muttered, and Wang Duoyu was stunned, wondering why she suddenly became so depressed.

"Didn't I say I'd listen to you if I lost the bet? Are you afraid I'd go back on my word?"

"What if I ask you to keep all this money? Would you be willing?" Liu Xiaoli stared at him as she said this.

Her salary is 38 yuan per month. If she wants to save 3,000 yuan, she will have to save for 79 months without eating or drinking, which is about 6 and a half years.

But Wang Duoyu earned all this money just from the letters from readers over half a year.

The money comes too fast!
If Liu Xiaoli had to send all the money back to those readers, she would definitely be reluctant to do so.

Although this was not her money, she was still unwilling to let Wang Duoyu give up this money, because it was more than 3,000 yuan.

In fact, she was not greedy for money, but it was the first time she saw so much money, and she was really a little overwhelmed and couldn't control her heart. She felt heartbroken when she thought about returning all the money.

"Just admit defeat. What's there to be willing about?"

Wang Duoyu agreed very straightforwardly, and Liu Xiaoli was immediately overjoyed.

"That's a deal, no regrets!"

"Of course, tell me now, what are you going to do with the money?" "If I say all the money belongs to me, would you disagree?"

"You haven't even married me yet, and you're already thinking about managing my money?"

"Pah, who's going to marry you?"

Being interrupted by Wang Duoyu, Liu Xiaoli felt shy but also wanted to beat him up.

After a while, Liu Xiaoli finally put on a fierce look, but it didn't look very intimidating.

If it weren't for her serious face, Wang Duoyu probably wouldn't have cooperated with her.

"No kidding, just save this money and use it later."

"Okay, then let's do as you say."

After hearing this, Wang Duoyu stopped thinking about it.

Although he did intend to send all the money back to the readers, the situation is now clearly out of control.

If readers keep writing to him, wouldn't he have to open all the letters and send the money back?
As for publishing a notice in the magazine asking readers not to send him money anymore, Zhou Yanru had already warned him. He was not stupid, so why would he make enemies for no reason?
Although establishing a noble image is a good thing, it will also bring you a lot of unnecessary trouble, so forget it.

In the end, Wang Duoyu became a common person like most people.

Fortunately, he is not a hypocrite and does not have any psychological burden because of this.

Suddenly, he looked at Liu Xiaoli and said:

"How about this? Take some of the money and buy a courtyard house in the capital. Then, the letters from readers can be stored in the courtyard house."

"You've often said you wanted to go to the capital, right? You can go directly there and open these letters there."

When Liu Xiaoli heard this, she was overjoyed, clapped her hands and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, her stomach suddenly growled, which made her look embarrassed. Wang Duoyu laughed, then stood up and asked her to go out for dinner.

The two had dinner outside and continued to open the letters after returning.

After working hard for a whole night, they opened all the letters in the eight sacks and counted all the money, which amounted to a total of 4,237 yuan.

Such a high amount surprised both Wang Duoyu and Liu Xiaoli.

Especially Liu Xiaoli, although she was surprised, her eyes looked at Wang Duoyu even more gently.

"I've read your novels, but I don't understand why so many people write to you and send you money."

Wang Duoyu was silent for a while after hearing this, then said with a smile:

"If you haven't experienced the Down to the Countryside Movement, you certainly can't empathize with it. You just think the people and events in 'Snow City' are fictional."

"But in the eyes of these readers, that's their life trajectory, so they can't help it..."

This sentence silenced Liu Xiaoli.

There are now two parts of "Snow City" released, telling many stories about educated youth.

But these stories had nothing to do with her, so naturally she couldn't understand them.

She didn't ask Wang Duoyu why he knew so much. It was a very stupid question.

After a while, Liu Xiaoli praised him a few words, then changed the subject and discussed the matter of purchasing a courtyard house in Beijing.

In the next two days, Liu Xiaoli went back to her home to report her safety to her parents, and spent most of the rest of the time at Harbin Institute of Technology.

On the morning of the 25th, Wang Duoyu bid farewell to Liu Xiaoli and returned to Dahonggou Village.

It was not Xiao Fang or Fan Rongqing who helped send him back, but the security staff of Harbin Institute of Technology.

In Dahonggou Village, Wang Duoyu stepped into the house, and Wang Shuting, Xue Yuqing and others ran out after hearing the news.

Wang Duoyu had said before that when he came back last time, his house was used as a classroom by Wang Shuting and others.

A group of children gathered together to study, even Wang Meili and the others came here. It is more lively when more people gather together in winter.

Of course, at Wang Duoyu's house, we must maintain silence and not affect Wang Shuting and the others' studies.

Adults like the youngest Wang Meili stay at Wang Duoyu's house and can be considered as playing a supervisory role.

Because among so many children, Wang Shuting is the most active and proactive in learning. The other children cannot stay still for a few minutes and will become distracted.

"Uncle Nine, you're back..."

A group of little kids rushed out and surrounded Wang Duoyu, their rosy faces full of joy, chattering non-stop.

Wang Duoyu didn't bring back many gifts this time, but of course he brought a lot of snacks for the children.

After the hustle and bustle, Wang Duoyu sat inside the house and chatted with everyone. He learned that Wang Shuting had made rapid progress in the last final exam, from the middle and lower ranks of the class to the top ten in the class.

Especially in the subject of mathematics, he got the first place in the class and the eighth place in the whole school.

Hearing this, Wang Duoyu immediately gave the little guy a thumbs up and praised:
"Tingting did a great job! You're first in math! When I was in junior high school, I wasn't as good at math as you. That's great..."

The little girl grinned and her eyes narrowed into slits with joy. It was obvious that she was even more delighted by her uncle's praise and recognition of her.

After chatting with these little brats for a while, Wang Duoyu was preparing to pack his luggage. Many of these luggage were New Year's goods purchased in Ice City, and he should also prepare to put up door couplets and other things.

At this time his elder brother came.

His elder brother came over for no other reason, he just wanted him to go to his elder brother's house for the Spring Festival reunion dinner, and he didn't need to make arrangements by himself, which would be too troublesome.

Apart from this matter, his elder brother mainly wanted to ask him if he had found a suitable partner in college. If so, then they would arrange the marriage. If not, then his hometown would help to make a match.

When Wang Duoyu heard this, he hurriedly said that he did, but it was too early to get married and there was no rush.

We got divorced more than half a year ago, how long has it been?

To be honest, he was not that anxious, otherwise he would have confronted Zhu Ling or Liu Xiaoli long ago.

"You're already 23 years old. Don't think you're still young. It will be over in the blink of an eye. By the time you're old, it will be too late to regret..."

The eldest brother Wang Shoucheng immediately persuaded him, and other relatives such as the eighth sister nearby also echoed him, and also persuaded Wang Duoyu to hurry up and get married and not wait any longer.

Wang Duoyu's face was full of helplessness at this moment. He was only 22 years old, not even 23 yet. In later generations, it would only be one or two years after he graduated from college. Was there any need to rush into marriage?

(End of this chapter)