Chapter 510 The Future Is Limitless

Send the child there before going to school in the morning, and then send the diapers that the child needs to change.

Of course, the teacher is not responsible for washing diapers, but is only responsible for changing the children's diapers. Parents come to pick up the children in the evening and take the dirty diapers home to wash.

Moreover, the children sent to the kindergarten class also have requirements. They only accept children who are over one and a half years old and can walk. If they are under one and a half years old, they must pay at least three yuan a month before they accept them.

Zhao Qiumei's daughter, Zhao Yiwen, is only one year old, not yet one and a half years old, and cannot walk. Therefore, she pays three yuan a month to be sent to a kindergarten class.

But even so, it is a lot more convenient for them.

However, the kindergarten does not accept children on Saturdays and Sundays. If children are also placed in the kindergarten on Saturdays and Sundays, there will be an additional price.

But this is enough. Several of them are students. If nothing happens on Saturdays and Sundays, there will be no classes.

Moreover, it would not happen that all four of them have classes. As long as one person is free on weekends, he can take care of four children.

Yun Qinghuan nodded after hearing this. She thought this was good, as she could take care of her children and go to school at the same time.

For them, they have to bear the monthly rent and kindergarten fees, and they have no income. With the little subsidies from the school, they may have some financial difficulties in life.

After having dinner at Qiao Yue's place at noon, Yun Qinghuan had something to do, so she left first. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

She had been in contact with the editor-in-chief of Guangming Newspaper in the past two days, saying that she planned to meet him on the weekend, and they arranged a meeting in a nearby park.

When they arrived at the park, Yun Qinghuan saw a neatly dressed woman in her thirties, carrying a briefcase, standing by the pavilion looking around. When she saw Yun Qinghuan, she was startled, and then, as if she had come to her senses, His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

"You, you are Comrade Yunqing Huanyun, right?"

The woman spoke uncertainly.

The two of them had sent each other photos, so they almost knew each other.

Yun Qinghuan saw that the woman in her thirties was her editor-in-chief, named Chen Ping.

Instantly, there was a smile on his face, and his whole face became brighter, "That's Director Chen, right? I'm Yun Qinghuan. It's really hard to see your true face today. You are more beautiful and younger in person than in the photos." There are so many that I almost don’t dare to recognize them.”

She stepped forward and shook hands with Chen Ping.

Seeing that she did not admit her mistake, Chen Ping happily shook hands with her.

"Where? I am indeed older than you. My children are not even a few years younger than you. When I saw you just now, I really didn't dare to recognize you. Comrade Yun, you are too beautiful!"

Chen Ping couldn't hide her surprise.

In Kyoto, she is the editor-in-chief of a well-known newspaper, at the director level. To be honest, her social status is not low, and her family background is not bad. She has met many girls who have been pampered and raised, and there are many beautiful ones. But There are few who can compare with Yun Qinghuan.

From the moment she saw Yun Qinghuan's photo, she knew she was a beautiful girl, but she never thought that she was more beautiful and stunning in person than in the photo.

After all, the two of them had been exchanging letters for more than two years. Even if neither of them deliberately mentioned their family circumstances, they could guess a little bit from just a few words.

From the beginning when Yun Qinghuan submitted her manuscripts and sent letters to her, she only used the most common postmarks and the poorest quality paper. Now, it is obvious that as the manuscript fees continue to increase, the paper is getting better and better, and the postmarks used are getting better and better. The better, you know that Yun Qinghuan's original family background is probably very poor.

Chen Ping knew how much Yun Qinghuan had earned in royalties. It could be said that many families in Kyoto were probably not as rich as her. She also knew Yun Qinghuan’s talent. Now, she had been admitted to Kyoto University. She was beautiful and had good emotional intelligence. high.

Chen Ping had a hunch that Yun Qinghuan's future was limitless.

Therefore, she did not neglect Yun Qinghuan because of his poor family background.

I came to see Yun Qinghuan today, and I also wrote a special invitation letter.

Yun Qinghuan couldn't help but smile when he heard her words, "Director, please don't call me Comrade Yun. It sounds strange. Just call me Qinghuan or Comrade Xiaoyun. It sounds friendly." Some."

"Besides, it's really easy for me to get carried away when you praise me like that."

Chen Ping was amused by her and shouted, "Qing Huan, don't call me director, just call me Sister Chen."

"Sister Chen."

Yun Qinghuan shouted.

The two people looked at each other and smiled, feeling that the distance between them had become much closer.

After meeting, the two of them strolled around the park. Seeing that it was almost time, they went to a state-owned restaurant and ordered two plates of food, a soup, and two bowls of rice, and chatted about things while eating.

In fact, Chen Ping came to see Yun Qinghuan today mainly to talk about the book "Exchanging Life", "A director has taken a liking to your book and wants to make it into a movie. I wonder if you would like to let him film it?" The director is very famous, and if he shoots it, he will probably pay a lot of royalties. "

Yun Qinghuan thought about it and asked about the director's information. When he found out that he was a famous director in later generations, he was a little excited.

She also wants to be a director, but after all, she has no experience in this field, and there is no such major in school now. Therefore, Yun Qinghuan has been worrying about how to make movies.

She doesn't know much about funding, filming techniques, or editing techniques.

In her previous life, although she was an actress and filmed many dramas, these things were done by professionals. She only knew a little bit about them, and she was not very clear about the details.

More importantly, filming in this era is definitely different from filming in a few decades, and she has a lot to learn.

"Sister Chen, can you let me think about it? Can I meet this director?"

Chen Ping smiled and nodded, "Of course, as an industry insider, I suggest that you agree to this filming. The movies made by this director are generally a big hit, and then it will also drive your other books to be made into movies, which will also be beneficial for your subsequent book writing."

Yun Qinghuan nodded seriously and toasted her with tea instead of wine, "Sister Chen, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have come this far today. It's too late now. I'll toast you with tea instead of wine. Next time, we must drink to our heart's content when we have a chance."

Chen Ping smiled and really drank a cup of tea with her.

She originally liked talented people, and now, after being praised by Yun Qinghuan, she liked her even more.

Yun Qinghuan knew that the novels she wrote were just because there were many novel elements that people of this era had never seen. If it was really about writing or plot, it might not be better than others.

But Chen Ping just recognized her and helped her a lot.

After dinner, Chen Ping also gave her a silk scarf, saying it was a gift for meeting her. The scarf was light blue, very beautiful and tasteful.

Yun Qinghuan accepted it and took out the gift he had prepared for her, which was a box of balm cream he made himself. (End of this chapter)