After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried

Send the child there in the morning before going to school, 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, there are also requirements for the children sent to the kindergarten. 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 to meet 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, "Is that Director Chen? I am Yun Qinghuan. It's really hard to see your true face today. You are more beautiful and younger in person than in the photo." 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 admitted 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, when you praise me like this, I really get carried away easily."

Chen Ping was amused by her and shouted, "Qing Huan, then 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 director who would be famous 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, and she only knew a little bit about them, not knowing the specifics.

More importantly, making movies in this era is definitely different from making movies a few decades later. She has a lot to learn.

"Sister Chen, can you let me think about it? I want to meet with this director. Is it okay?"

Chen Ping smiled and nodded, "Of course it's possible. As an industry insider, I suggest you agree to this filming. The movies made by this director will usually be very popular, and it will also lead to other movies of yours. Right It will also be beneficial for you to write a subsequent book.”

Yun Qinghuan nodded seriously and toasted her with tea instead of wine, "Sister Chen, thank you very much. Without you, I probably wouldn't be where I am today. It's too late now, so I'll toast you with tea instead of wine." One drink, next time, we two must have a good drink if we have the chance."

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

She always liked talented people, but now that she was praised by Yun Qinghuan like this, she liked her even more.

Yun Qinghuan knew that the novels he wrote were just because there were many novel elements that people of this generation had never seen before. If they were real essays or storylines, they would not necessarily be better than others.

But Chen Ping recognized her and helped her a lot.

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

Yun Qinghuan accepted it and took out the meeting gift he had prepared for her, which was a box of balsamic ointment made by himself. (End of chapter)