.push the door in, Wang Dongxue's mother Sun Yufang is lying in front of the hospital bed to have a rest.although Sun Yufang is only in her fifties, she is very tired at this time.her mental state loo...Ye Chen came out after taking a bath. Seeing that his wife Xiao had not returned to her room, she put on her pajamas at home and came to the living room.

in the living room, the family of three are chatting happily.

Xiao Changkun and Ma Lan, the old friends who have been fighting for separation, have surprisingly stopped choking each other.

Ye Chen came down and asked curiously, "Chu ran, Mom and Dad." Why don't you go back to your room and have a rest "

Xiao Chu hurriedly stood up, ran over and took Ye Chen's arm and said with a smile, "Mom and Dad say they want to keep you on New year's Day. Your 27th birthday is less than two hours away. Everyone is waiting to say Happy first birthday to you!"

Ye Chen smiled knowingly and said, "Thank you, wife, and thank your parents."

Ma Lan immediately flattered and said, "Oh good son-in-law, what are you doing with your mother so politely it's too much of an outsider."

after saying this, he immediately asked, "by the way, good son-in-law, tomorrow is your birthday. Will your clients come home and give you gifts like the Chinese New year"

Ye Chen was stunned. Chen Zekai was not sure whether they would come to give him gifts.

however, he did have a headache about the scene of waiting in line to give gifts, so he made up his mind and told Chen Zekai in a moment that he would ask some other people that if he really prepared a gift for himself, he must not send it home.

so, while taking out his mobile phone and sending Wechat to Chen Zekai, he said to Ma Lan, "Mom, the main reason why they come to give gifts during the Spring Festival is that I helped them a lot last year, so they gathered at the end of the year to thank them, but they certainly won't come for their birthday. After all, other people's money is not from the strong wind."

Ma Lan heard this, his face could not help but a little disappointed and said: "I thought they would come tomorrow, in that case, then wait patiently until the end of this year."

Xiao Chu heard this and shook his head helplessly.

then, it is rare for the family to sit and chat together quietly and peacefully.

both Xiao Churan and Xiao Changkun talked about their own work.

although Xiao Churan has been very busy recently, she feels very full.

although she has worked for so many years before, she used to work in Xiao's Group. She was not only looked down upon by the old lady, but also constantly excluded by Xiao Hailong and Xiao Weiwei. That kind of job is very suffocating, and it is very difficult to give full play to her strengths and abilities.

now that she works for herself after starting a business, she can naturally sweep away the previous haze, and she has received a lot of resource support and help from Dihao Group from the very beginning, so she has gradually found a sense of success in her career, feeling very fulfilling and fulfilling every day.

as for Xiao Changkun, he has recently made great progress in the calligraphy and painting Association.

he is now the executive vice president of the calligraphy and painting Association and the second-in-command of standards. He has gained some fame and influence in the small circle.

he cheerfully introduced to his family: "recently, Jinling is actively building the image of a famous historical and cultural city. The city has set aside a lot of money to support the cultural field. Because of this, my calligraphy and painting association has recently received a lot of subsidies from local governments, and it will be better and better in the future."

"with government subsidies and help, our calligraphy and painting association is no longer just a private interest group based on hobbies, but has become a semi-public and semi-private non-governmental public welfare organization!"

"moreover, this special subsidy from the government has also given a good salary to all the full-time staff of our calligraphy and painting Association. In the future, Lao Xiao will also have a fixed salary in the calligraphy and painting Association."

Ma Lan asked curiously, "Oh, your painting and calligraphy association is starting to pay you now"

Xiao Changkun said proudly: "not only pay wages, but also a lot of them!"

then Xiao Changkun added, "you see, as an executive vice president, my basic salary from this month is 12,000 yuan a month, which is the second highest salary in our entire calligraphy and painting association, second only to President Pei!"

later, Xiao Changkun said, "this is only the basic salary given to us by Jinling City. In fact, recently, many private enterprises want to join the business of cultural development, so they have donated a lot of funds and docked a lot of resources to the calligraphy and painting Association. Recently, our calligraphy and painting Association has undertaken a lot of calligraphy and painting activities, so the calligraphy and painting Association will be very comfortable in the following days."

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Ma Lan hurriedly asked, "can you make money if you cooperate with private enterprises"

"of course!" Xiao Changkun immediately said, "Private enterprises have their own sponsorship, and they will give us some travel and consultancy fees for each event. I listened to President Pei calculate that if I hold two events a week, and I attend all of them, it is estimated that one event can get between 3,000 yuan and 5,000 yuan."

"Oh, my God!" Ma Lan was surprised and said: "can an activity earn so much" That's two games a week, eight games a month, and three thousand yuan a game, that's more than 20,000 yuan! Plus the basic salary, won't you be able to earn more than NT $30,000 a month "

"Yes." Xiao Changkun nodded and said with a smile: "I always wondered why so many people like to volunteer to participate in various associations and associations that do not get paid. They thought they were fishing for fame and face-saving." it turns out that there are still a lot of ways to do a good job, and there is also a lot of room for profit. "

Ma Lan suddenly got excited, looked at Xiao Changkun and asked in a somewhat obsequious tone, "Chang Kun, when my leg is ready, can you get me into your painting and calligraphy association" At that time, you can arrange a free job for me and give me a salary. If there are any activities, I can go along with them. Anyway, I am idle at home. "

speaking of this, Ma Lan touched his right leg and sighed, "Hey, I've been miserable for more than half a year. I didn't do anything. I stayed at home to raise my legs, but it suffocated me."

Xiao Changkun was startled and hurriedly advised each other, "Oh, our calligraphy and painting Association is no longer recruiting new members. Recently, there are dozens of people waiting in line to come in, all waiting for interviews and defense. You don't know much about calligraphy and painting, so you'd better stop messing around. Isn't it good to stay at home safely" When your legs are ready, you can walk around and travel. "

in the past, Xiao Changkun would have ridiculed you, Ma Lan, a shrew, and wanted to join the painting and calligraphy Association. I'm afraid you've lost your mind.

however, he knew very well that when Ma Lan said such words at this time, as soon as he got angry, he might have to go, so he had no choice but to persuade each other.

but even so, Ma Lan is still a little dissatisfied, cold humming way: "what" Do you despise me You, Xiao Changkun, can be appointed as executive vice president of the calligraphy and painting Association. Am I not even qualified to be a member Don't think that I don't know how you come from as an executive vice president, and it's not my good son-in-law's face. Otherwise, your character that you can't beat a fart with three sticks will have been squeezed out a long time ago, and it won't be your turn to wait for the dog at the door of the calligraphy and painting society to become vice president! "

Xiao Changkun flushed and thought to himself, "Ma Lan, the shrew, was right. I was almost squeezed out. Fortunately, Ye Chen gave me face at Tianxiang Mansion. After President Pei saw that the fifth master of Hong was respectful to me, he rushed to curry favor with me, which gave me the position of executive vice president." it's just that Ma Lan speaks too badly, a dog of some calligraphy and painting association. Can a dog be vice president "

was thinking that Ma Lan saw that he was silent and immediately said, "since you don't want to help me, I'll ask my good son-in-law to help me. Maybe then I can go in and be a vice president. When the two of us are married, it will be a good story when it gets out!"

Xiao Changkun's frightened sphincter almost got out of control.

he knows what Ye Chen can do. if Ye Chen really opens his mouth, it won't be difficult to get Ma Lan a vice president.

in that case, Ma Lan haunts him every day, he is doomed, and Han Meiqing has no chance to develop.

when he thought of this, he hurriedly said, "Oh my wife, you said that I was on the rise of my career. You suddenly found a relationship and set up a husband and wife partner with me. What do other people think of me" Then I, Xiao Changkun, in the eyes of others, is not nepotism If you really support my cause, you must take the initiative to avoid suspicion! "

speaking of this, Xiao Changkun saw Ma Lan's expression become very ugly. He immediately waved his hand and gritted his teeth and said, "in this way, you don't have to go to any painting and calligraphy association. I'll pay you half of my salary. You can spend whatever you want. How about that"

as soon as Ma Lan heard the money, her eyes lit up and blurted out, "No!" You must hand over all your salary to me! "

Xiao Changkun clenched his teeth and stamped his foot, and a word came out between his teeth: "OK!"lso surprised and agreed: "that's right!" That's the truth! After Fei Shanhai succeeded in seizing power, it was almost easy to kill Fei Jianzhong, who was in his nineties, but instead of being killed...