1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 19 Director Han Arrives
"Huh, there's money in this letter."

"how much is it?"

"Two cents."

Although the amount of money was small, it was the first time Chen Fusheng had received a 'reader's tip', and it happened in 1980.

It must be admitted that this experience is quite unique.

More importantly, once this kind of reader tipping happens once it happens, it will happen countless times.

So, the rest of the family opened the letters like they were opening blind boxes.

Every now and then, you can find some 'treasures'.

The so-called treasures, besides money, mostly consisted of various coupons, such as cloth coupons, cotton coupons, and stamps... Secondly, there were all sorts of odds and ends sent by readers, such as a leaf or a tuft of cow hair...

"Is it gone?"

Just as everyone was enthusiastically opening the letters... ahem, they suddenly discovered that the sack of letters Chen Fusheng had brought back was empty.

Chen Fusheng, who had only been responsible for reading the letters, still looked into the sack with some disbelief.

When he found it was indeed empty, he was shocked by his family's efficiency. He had originally thought that this sack of letters would be enough for everyone to open until tomorrow.

It was all taken down before 10 o'clock, which made Chen Fusheng suddenly realize that the pile of letters in the warehouse of Fangcao magazine was not such a big headache for him anymore.

"It's alright, the magazine company has plenty more. Since you two are still not satisfied, I'll bring over a few more packs from the magazine company tomorrow."

"Are there many more?"

"There are plenty of them. I bet you could take three days and three nights to dismantle them all."

As he spoke, Chen Fusheng yawned, then left the rest of the letter unread, deciding to save it for tomorrow. After saying goodnight to his parents, he took his wife into the bedroom.

Since it was so late, Chen Fusheng's parents naturally decided not to go home that night and stayed with their son.

It's worth mentioning that Chen Fusheng didn't get to eat his parents' stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork after returning home this afternoon.

There are two reasons. First, Chen Fusheng slipped away before his parents were at their angrier. Second, his wife brought out the same rhetoric he used to deceive her family and even spoke well of him to his parents.

This allowed Chen Fusheng to 'escape' a disaster.

In the following days, in addition to opening blind boxes with his family, Chen Fusheng also accepted interviews from two print media reporters, one from Hubei Daily and the other from Hubei Youth Daily.

With the start of the new semester approaching and Chen Fusheng about to return to work at the university, he never expected that Han Sanping, the future head of Huayu Entertainment, would personally come to Jiangcheng.

"Comrade Fusheng, let me introduce you. This is Director Han Sanping from Emei Film Studio in Sichuan."

Introducer: Xiao Xinghai!
This was Han Sanping's first time in Jiangcheng, and he couldn't find Chen Fusheng's home.

They could only go to the Fangcao magazine office first, and then, led by Xiao Xinghai, they arrived at Chen Fusheng's house.

Chen Fusheng had spent over twenty years in the entertainment industry in his previous life; if he didn't even recognize the person in front of him, he would be a complete failure.

However, this was the first time Chen Fusheng had met Han Sanping, who was only 27 years old.

He smiled and extended his hand, saying in a double entendre:

"Hello Director Han, I didn't expect you to be so young!"

Han Sanping, who was also sizing up Chen Fusheng, was visibly taken aback upon hearing this, before extending his hand and responding in a rather surprised tone:
"Comrade Fusheng, you're much younger!"

Xiao Xinghai, who is almost forty, didn't want to get involved in the conversation and said: "Why don't you two talk it out yourselves, I'm leaving?"

"Haha, what I mean is, Director Han, I'm quite surprised that you became a director at such a young age," Chen Fusheng explained.

"Likewise, Comrade Fusheng is so young, yet he has written such a stunning article as 'Bullfight,' which amazes me just as much!"

After they finished speaking, the two suddenly smiled at each other. Although they couldn't say they had met a kindred spirit, they at least recognized that the other person was on the same wavelength as them.

That one move brought them much closer.

Afterwards, Chen Fusheng invited the two into the house and introduced his wife to Han Sanping.

Is your sister-in-law pregnant?

Han Sanping was somewhat surprised to see Liu Xiaoli's increasingly obvious belly. Clearly, he hadn't known about it before he came. If he had, he wouldn't have made such a hasty visit.

Xiao Xinghai showed the same surprise, because it was also the first time he had heard about it. Then he smiled wryly and looked at Chen Fusheng, jokingly saying, "Teacher Chen, you did a pretty good job keeping this a secret."

"Look at what you're saying, Lao Xiao. I can't go around talking about this kind of thing."

Originally, Xiao Xinghai and Han Sanping did not come empty-handed; they planned to have dinner at Chen Fusheng's house.

However, given the current situation, it wouldn't be appropriate for them to stay for a meal, so Han and Xiao only had a cup of tea before taking their leave.

Of course, before leaving, she suggested that Chen Fusheng see her off. "Wife, I probably won't be eating dinner at home. When your parents come over later, please tell them to cook less food for me."

"Okay, don't drink too much, and remember to come back early," Liu Xiaoli instructed. She knew that Director Han had come all the way from the Emei Film Studio in Sichuan to Jiangcheng just to find her husband, so she couldn't stop him from going out.

"rest assured……"

Feeling warmed by his wife's concern, Chen Fusheng turned back and kissed her even though he had already reached the door.

"Hmph, aren't they afraid of being seen..."

Liu Xiaoli glared at the man fiercely, but her cheeks flushed red.

"So what if I saw it? I'm kissing my wife."

After shamelessly finishing his words, Chen Fusheng saw that his wife seemed genuinely angry, so he quickly slipped away.

Xiao Xinghai and Han Sanping went downstairs a step ahead and, as expected, didn't leave until they saw Chen Fusheng arrive late, at which point the three of them walked together.

Since last year, the government has gradually liberalized private business. Although people are still hesitant to openly do business, some bolder private restaurants with connections have already opened for business in industries like catering.

Chen Fusheng happened to know that there was a private restaurant like this near his wife's workplace. He had been there before and felt that the price-performance ratio was quite good, and it didn't require a ticket. So he brought Xiao Xinghai and Han Sanping here.

……

Linjiang Residential Area.

Chen Fusheng's parents originally planned to have dinner with their son and then go back to the old campus to stay.

But their son was out drinking with friends and hadn't returned home yet, so they waited with their daughter-in-law.

They waited until 7:30 p.m.

"That brat, it's already 7:30, why isn't he back yet?"

Some people just can't be talked about; the moment you start talking about them, they appear.

Chen Fusheng returned home reeking of alcohol. Although he inevitably received a lecture from his mother, he was in such a state that he barely listened to a word she said.

What did that director talk to you about?

Lying in bed, Liu Xiaoli finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Six thousand dollars!"

"What? Six thousand yuan?" Liu Xiaoli's eyes widened in shock at the number.

At this moment, Chen Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked directly into his wife's eyes, and said word by word, "Han Sanping said that if I can join the crew, then my script royalties will be paid to me at the highest standard, which is six thousand yuan!"

"You really gave me six thousand?" Liu Xiaoli had never seen so much money in her life. She couldn't even imagine it with her monthly salary of less than thirty yuan. But now her husband could earn so much money from just one script. This challenged her worldview.

"Han Sanping is a man of his word. He said that as soon as I joined the crew, he would transfer six thousand yuan to my bank account in one lump sum."

"So, honey, did you agree?"

"not yet……"

"Why wouldn't we agree? That's six thousand yuan! How many years would it take us both to earn that much?"

"I'm not worried about work, I'm worried about you, my wife. You're pregnant now, how can I leave?" Chen Fusheng didn't hide anything from his wife and spoke the truth.

After hearing this, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but fall into deep thought. In the current situation, she certainly hoped that her lover would stay by her side, but the temptation of six thousand yuan was indeed not small.

After a long pause, Liu Xiaoli asked, "So, if you, husband, don't join the production team, how much will you get paid for the script?"

"Three thousand dollars."

That's a reduction of half!

Liu Xiaoli's inclination became clearer, and she continued to ask, "If I join the crew, how long will it take?"

"I don't know about that; it depends on how efficient the filming is."

"Will you be able to get back when I give birth?"

Chen Fusheng didn't answer, but looked into his wife's determined eyes. From her eyes, Chen Fusheng read her thoughts—

She wanted to get herself into the cast!
However, Chen Fusheng still couldn't make up his mind. Instead, he felt sleepy, turned over, and said:

"Go to sleep first, and I'll think about it again tomorrow after I've sobered up."

Liu Xiaoli hesitated, but ultimately said nothing. After a while, she lay back down and gently hugged the man who was already snoring.

(End of this chapter)