Before she could remember that Fang Xin mentioned going to Tongfeng just now.

Fang Nian had already quietly changed the topic.

"When I was making up for extra classes, I was a little bored and wrote manuscripts to earn some money."

"oh."

Lin Feng was still immersed in joy, then realized and quickly frowned.

"What manuscript?"

Fang Nian spit out two words: "Novel."

"You have been good at writing compositions since you were a child, so you can just keep it as a hobby." Lin Feng made an excuse himself.

Then he asked: "How many thousand did you earn?"

"It's only a few hundred thousand, and there should be more in the future."

Fang Nian said in a very relaxed tone.

Fang Nian had no intention of hiding it from Lin Feng after he made some profits from writing novels.

All in all, the annual meeting will provide limited information transparency.

For example, small things such as renting a house, investing in stocks, and planning to save money to buy a house are trivial and not worth mentioning.

"Hundreds of thousands?!"

Lin Feng was so shocked that she almost jumped up.

"This is the fifty thousand I took."

As he spoke, Fang Nian took out five wads of hundred-yuan bills from his backpack.

Fang Nian asked Guan Qiuhe to help him withdraw the 50,000 yuan from the bank before leaving.

In 2008, online bank transactions were very inconvenient, and bank cash withdrawal transactions were also inconvenient.

The upper limit that the ATM in Tangli can withdraw is 20,000. If you want to withdraw 50,000 in a single day, please make an appointment at the counter two days in advance.

Fang Nian was too lazy to go back and forth, so he asked Guan Qiuhe for help.

The reason why I chose these is to have more impact and a little preparation.

The numbers on your lips and the money in front of you are two different things.

"There are still more than 100,000 yuan left. I have to make an appointment to pick it up, but I didn't pick it up."

Then he took out a bank card and handed it to Lin Feng.

"The password is 991188."

This is Fang Nian’s royalties card.

But it wasn't the card he applied for in Tongfeng.

Six hundred thousand is a large number, and the fraction is 7,693 yuan and 4 cents.

The 7600 was also taken out for later use.

The rest was divided into two parts, one part was on the card given to Lin Feng, plus 50,000 in cash, the total was 150,000.

The remaining 450,000 is lying on the bank card Tongfeng applied for, which is regarded as the wife's book.

Looking at the five stacks of new hundred-yuan bills on the table, and then looking at Fang Nian, Lin Feng was stunned.

She asked hurriedly: "You won't do anything bad, right?"

"We have people who give false evidence here, you must not follow them..."

Fang Nian took out the bank statement from his backpack this time: "This is the statement printed from the bank. It has a source of income."

One link after another, Lin Feng was completely unprepared.

In the end, thousands of words were condensed into one sentence: "How can you make so much money?"

"I don't know, just write it down." Fang Nian shrugged.

Then he added: "So, Mom, tomorrow is the National Day. Let's go to Tongfeng together to buy some clothes for you and Fang Xin and go shopping."

Lin Feng immediately agreed: "Okay."

Then he pulled out one question from the thoughts in his mind: "Is this how you give me the money you earn?"

Fang Nian said: "I took 30,000, and you see there are more than 180,000 in total."

“Following royalties will be credited to this card.”

"During high school, 30,000 yuan was enough for me to live comfortably, so I didn't need to give me any more living expenses."

Then Fang Nian quickly continued without giving Lin Feng a chance to respond: "That's what I thought."

"There is nothing in the house that requires a lot of money. I should have some money coming in next month, so I can build a new house."

"It's been sixteen years since this house was built, and it's already out of date. It doesn't even have a toilet. It's not as good as the apartments I saw when I was in Shanghai in 2000."

"You can demolish the hut with the mounds of dirt and ask dad to come back and build a new one next to it. I heard that there are country villa-style houses now. Then you can find out the construction cost. Maybe 200,000 to 300,000 yuan.

It can be built.”

Lin Feng, who had received a lot of information in one breath, subconsciously followed the last words: "I will discuss it with your father."

"Things about the house..."

"I often watch TV about buying a house in the city. How about I save this money for you and wait until you graduate from college to buy a house?"

Fang Nian hurriedly waved his hand: "How can we say accurately what will happen in five years? I don't know which city it will be in. You can build a house early and save money."

"Tell your dad about it tonight." Lin Feng finally said.

Fang Nian smiled and nodded.

During this reporting process, Lin Feng finally chose not to pay too much attention to some small things.

The money earned was reasonable and suitable, and Fang Nian had no intention of hiding it. It could just improve the living conditions of his family in all aspects.

Although both Fang Zhengguo and Lin Feng are still very young, since he has such a little ability, why wait until later to make himself feel regretful?

The primary purpose of proposing to build a house was to call Fang Zhengguo back from the construction site outside. Not only was he tired, but he also didn't have much money.

It really has nothing to do with small things like printing the date on the running water and taking away 30,000 yuan.

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Broken bowl.
Chapter completed!