Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 184
Zhang Zhong reported it casually, but he didn't care much about the follow-up matters. Little liars like Zhang Huaizhen can be found all over the country, and there are countless people who are more deceitful than him.

If Zhang Huaizhen hadn't changed his name, then he wouldn't even be considered cheating. At most, he could be called a routine. There are too many routines in this world.

Although it can be regarded as cheating on a closer look, the law may not be able to control it.

Zhang Zhong walked around, and at 05:30, Zhuang Yu called him to ask where he was, and said they had arrived at the hotel.

Now that they had arrived, Zhang Zhong didn't need to go shopping anymore, and rushed directly to the hotel he had made an appointment with.

Zhuang Yuding's restaurant is called "Zhenwei Restaurant". From the posters outside, it should be a place specializing in Sichuan cuisine.

This made Zhang Chong a little surprised. After all, he is from Jiangyang, Zhuang Yu is from Zhejiang Province, and here is Yanjing, so there is no reason to come to eat Shu cuisine.

What Zhang Zhong didn't know was that it wasn't Zhuang Yu who booked the restaurant but Wang Yi.

Wang Yi is from Shu, so he booked the restaurant he usually likes to eat.

"He told me he's nearby, and he'll be here in a while." After Zhuang Yu hung up the phone, he said to Wang Yi and the others, and then complained a little, "You say you're an old bastard, and I asked you to book a restaurant, and you get me one." I went to a Sichuan restaurant, Zhang Chong is from Jiangyang, can I get used to it?"

Wang Yi rolled his eyes, "I said I don't want to order it. You insisted on me ordering it. Now you order it and blame me. Why are you so hard to serve? Besides, what's wrong with Sichuan cuisine? Our Sichuan cuisine only has spicy? You That's the stereotype!"

"Okay, okay, when the dishes are served, I want to see how many are not spicy."

Besides the two of them, there was a third person in the box. At this moment, the third person smiled and said, "Why don't we just have a meal, what can we eat? I think Zhang Zhong definitely doesn't care."

Zhuang Yu curled his lips and said, "Expecting that the guests don't care, what kind of hospitality is this?"

Several people were talking, Zhang Zhong was led by the waiter to the box.

Seeing Zhang Zhong, the three of them froze for a moment. Zhang Zhong took the initiative to introduce himself, "Mr. Zhuang, I am Zhang Zhong."

"Oh, okay, hello Zhang Chong, come and sit down." Recovering his senses, Zhuang Yu asked Zhang Chong to sit down.

When Zhang Zhong sat down, Zhuang Yu pointed to Wang Yi and the others who were still in a daze and said, "Let me introduce these two to you."

Zhang Zhong smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, I know both of them, they are Teacher Wang Yi and Teacher Liu Yuan."

In fact, Zhang Zhong saw Wang Yi and Liu Yuan as soon as he entered the box, and instantly understood who chose this hotel.

Zhuang Yu is from Zhejiang Province, Liu Yuan is from Yanjing, and only Wang Yi is from Shu.

Seeing that Zhang Zhong recognized them, the two also greeted Zhang Zhong with a smile.

Liu Yuan was straightforward and said with emotion, "I thought you were not young, but I didn't expect you to be so young. You are only in your early twenties."

"Almost thirty."

"Thirty is still very young, the three of us, which age is not [-] times the age? So I said, now is the age when heroes are young, and in the information society, we can't accept the old."

Zhang Chong smiled, this is the emotion from the water god, but if he really keeps up with the trend of the times, he may not be as good as Liu Yuan, after all, the water god is not called for nothing.

Most of Huaxia's Internet terms recently, after Zhang Chong has read most of them, he is confused, but Liu Yuan can use them freely.

In fact, some Internet words were coined by this water god.

Internet hot words are sometimes popular for no reason, such as "Jia Junpeng, your mother called you to eat" or "My friends and I were shocked", the attention of netizens is always very strange, and they will follow suit.

Wang Yi also nodded and said, "Before, I thought you were over 50 years old. After all, a book like "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" really needs a little accumulation."

Zhuang Yu said with a smile, "Accumulation is related to age, but it is not necessary. Some people are sensitive, have strong sensibility, and are better at capturing. Although they are not old, their accumulation is deep enough."

In fact, Zhuang Yu felt that even people with precocious wisdom had their limits, but with a living example like Zhang Zhong in front of him, he could no longer insist on believing in the so-called limits.

After being exaggerated by the three big bosses, Zhang Zhong said modestly, "The three teachers are too praised."

"You don't need to be modest, young people should be more free and easy." Liu Yuan said.

Wang Yi objected, "One cannot be both steady and reckless."

Liu Yuan straightened his body, "Why not, look at me?"

"You?" Wang Yi rolled his eyes, "You, you can only be described as unrestrained, and you have nothing to do with prudence."

Zhuang Yu echoed with a smile beside him, "I think so too."

Liu Yuan said, "Hey, you guys have forgotten the fear of being dominated by me in Weiyu before."

Wang Yi objected, "That's because we typed slowly. Now that we are face to face, I want to see how you, Liu Yuan, talk to other Confucians."

……

Zhang Zhong looked at the three old men making noise like children, and was a little confused. These old men who were engaged in art were really different from him.

Moreover, they asked themselves to come to dinner just to watch the three of them quarrel?
Or, be a referee for them?
Line kills are not enough, want a face kill?

After a few more arguments, the three of them calmed down a bit. Zhuang Yu apologized to Zhang Chong, "The three of us often talk together, so it's a bit noisy, don't worry about it."

"It's okay, it's okay, the teachers are straightforward, and I admire them from the bottom of my heart."

Wang Yi also waved his hand, "I won't quarrel with you anymore, Zhang Zhong, what did you think when you wrote "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood"? There is no scar in your heart?"

Liu Yuan pursed his lips and said, "How old is Zhang Zhong? Do you think he will have your so-called scars in his heart? Let me just say, this is a typical avant-garde literary style, with a very independent consciousness."

"Why can't there be? That period of history is something that our China will never forget. It will exist in the hearts of every Chinese person. I think Zhang Zhong will have some scars in his heart." Wang Yi said.

Zhuang Yu shook his head and said, "You can't say that. The theme of your scars will be politically colored. I can't see it in this book."

"Who told you that the theme of scar literature must be politically colored?"

"What Li Siqi said is a representative figure of your scar literature."

Wang Yi showed disdain and said, "That old boy Li Siqi can also be regarded as a representative of scar literature? He writes the main theme every day, but he insists on wearing the hat of scar literature. He pawned the bun and erected the archway. , all the good things in the world have been taken up by him."

"Ahem." Zhuang Yu winked at Wang Yi, probably to remind him not to speak too explicitly, after all, Zhang Chong is here.

(End of this chapter)