Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 181

It had just rained in the morning, Zhang Zhong stepped on the wet bluestone slab, his mood was blown transparent by the slightly cold spring breeze.

There were a few small flowers here and there in the park, most of the others were not in bloom yet, but part of the charm of spring came from this budding hope.

Before each flower blooms, no one can know what it will look like.

Zhang Zhong took a breath of fresh air, and the sun came out from the dark clouds that were about to disperse, shining on the pear trees dotted with white spots in the distance.

This is the case in spring, just like a tender girl, with light and graceful dancing sleeves, a smile is colorful, and a frown is drizzle.

In a few days, maybe less than half a month, Shanlu Park should be a scene of peach red and pear white.

Zhang Zhong wanted to go on for a while, as for the grocery shopping, he could put it aside for a while, but the phone rang inexplicably.

It was not a call, but a private message from Weiyu.

Zhang Chong had set Do Not Disturb private messages for strangers. Since the notification came, it should be the person he followed who sent him a private message.

When he opened it, Zhang Zhong was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhuang Yu would take the initiative to send him a private message.

"I heard that you are coming to Beijing this weekend?"

This is Zhuang Yu's private message.

Zhang Zhong immediately replied: Yes, Mr. Zhuang.

Zhuang Yu replied quickly: Is it convenient for you to give me a contact method? Let's talk on the phone.

Zhang Zhong didn't think much about it, and just sent his mobile phone number to him. He would have to think about it when someone asked him for his contact information, but Zhuang Yu, of course he had to show face.

As soon as the phone number was sent, the phone rang, showing an unfamiliar number from Yanjing.

Don't think about it, it must be Zhuang Yu, Zhang Zhong answered the phone decisively.

"Hello."

"Hi, it's Zhang Zhong, I'm Zhuang Yu."

An old voice came from the other side of the phone.

This is the first time Zhang Zhong has heard Zhuang Yu's voice. He has seen Zhuang Yu's works and photos before. Zhuang Yu is not tall, and he is slightly fat. What impressed Zhang Zhong most was Zhuang Yu's voice The forehead is huge.

But Zhang Zhong never heard his voice.

Zhuang Yu's voice was low and hoarse, not very pleasant, with a southern accent.

Although Zhuang Yu is now settled in Yanjing, he is from Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, and it is normal to have a southern accent.

"Well, yes, Mr. Zhuang, hello, I'm Zhang Zhong." Zhang Zhong replied.

After Zhuang Yu confirmed his identity, he laughed on the other end of the phone, "I don't have any important business to call you, but I just heard that you are coming to Beijing, so I wanted to ask you if I could meet."

Zhang Zhong quickly calculated the itinerary in his mind, and then replied, "I should visit Mr. Zhuang."

"No, no, I've lived in Yanjing for a long time, so I'll naturally do my landlord's favor when you come here. If it's convenient for you, I want to hold a banquet on Saturday night. I'll text you the specific address later." Zhuang Yu said with a smile.

Zhang Zhong was about to agree, but Zhuang Yu said, "In addition, I want to bring two old friends with me, I wonder if you mind."

Zhang Zhong felt that since he agreed to Zhuang Yu's invitation, he didn't need to mind him bringing friends, so he said, "It's okay, I will be there on time for the banquet."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you in Yanjing." Zhuang Yu said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhuang, you are too polite."

After finishing the conversation with Zhuang Yu, Zhang Zhong seriously considered Zhuang Yu's purpose of inviting him to dinner, but after much deliberation, he couldn't come up with any clue.

If it is because of the literary genre, it should not be so.

Zhang Zhong couldn't figure it out, so he put it down first, maybe Zhuang Yu was just interested in himself.

……

"How is it, old man Zhuang? What did he say?"

As soon as Zhuang Yu hung up the phone, another old man sitting next to him came over.Different from Zhuang Yu's rich face, this old man has a stooped figure and a haggard face, but he is full of spirit when he speaks.

"I agree, you will find a restaurant in a while."

The old man took a step back, "You treat me to dinner, why do you want me to find a restaurant?"

"Then why don't you treat me to dinner, and I'll find a restaurant?" Zhuang Yu said jokingly.

The old man curled his lips and said, "Okay, then I'll find a restaurant. Then don't blame me for looking for too high-end ones, and think I'm taking advantage of your big family."

Zhuang Yu said indifferently, "Just look for it, there is still food in Yanjing that I can't afford?"

"Heh, look at how you look like a villain. If that old boy Li Siqi was right a few days ago, writers shouldn't be too rich. You're crazy." The old man waved his fist, filled with righteous indignation. look.

Zhuang Yu snorted, "So this is the reason why your books can't be sold?"

"..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, how loud does his voice sound like?" the old man said with a gossip again.

Zhuang Yu thought for a while and said, "I can't guess the exact age, but it's about 30 years old."

"thirty?"

"Not necessarily, about 30 years old, maybe 20 years old, maybe 40 years old."

"What do you want!"

Zhuang Yu spat, "I said, Wang Yi, you're an old bastard, if you want to know, I'll call and ask."

"Forget it, we'll find out in two days."

……

On the way to buy vegetables, Zhang Zhong received a call from Fang Qing, the editor-in-chief of Harvest Literature. During the call, Fang Qing tactfully stated that she felt that serious literary works like "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" could be put on Harvest Literature. published.

And she didn't mean to ask Zhang Zhong to use Su Ai's account to post, but to let him directly use a large fifth-grade vegetable person to take the work to harvest literature.

Fang Qing, as the editor-in-chief of Harvest Literature, works for the benefit of her own website and newspaper, Zhang Zhong certainly understands.

It's just that understanding is understanding, and he also politely rejected her.

Zhang Zhong doesn't want to change the website yet, but Jidang Literature will definitely not be his only partner. He is planning to use the entire network channel in a while, and will no longer sign an electronic version agreement with a certain website.

When the time comes to use all channels online, Lin Lin's company will get the physical products.

After being rejected, Fang Qing asked Zhang Zhong about receiving the award, and invited him to have dinner with him after he arrived in Yanjing, but Zhang Zhong had already agreed to Zhuang Yu and couldn't make the schedule, so he could only express his regret.

But after rejecting Fang Qing, his Weiyu received another private message from Wang Kewang, the person in charge of "The Forest of Poetry".

Wang Kewang contacted him last time because of the copyright issue of "Mountain People", and he later added Wang Kewang to the watch list.

Zhang Chong originally thought that Wang Kewang was looking for him because of business matters, but he didn't expect that the other party would also invite him to dinner.

There was no other way, Zhang Zhong had no choice but to repeat to Wang Kewang the words he had previously rejected Fang Qing.

After sending the message, Zhang Zhong looked at the phone and shook his head, "Today is strange, everyone wants to invite me to dinner."

(End of this chapter)