Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 193

In the middle of the night, Zhang Zhong didn't go to get candy for Peng Peng, but discussed with her, agreeing to transfer the share of six candies from these two days to the next week, so that she can eat four per day sugar.

Pengpeng is a child who can quench her thirst by looking at plums. When Zhang Zhong told her that she could eat four candies a day next week, she was so happy that she almost jumped out of Zhang Zhong's arms.

They didn't go back to Jiangyang in the evening, but took the flight back the next morning. Because they had expected it, they had already asked Peng Peng for a day off.

Although everyone didn't play much when they went to Yanjing this time, when they returned to Jiangyang, the family still looked a little tired.

Looking at their appearance, Zhang Chong also felt that such a short-term trip was meaningless. Maybe when Pengpeng was on summer vacation, he could ask his father to close the shop and the family to go out and have fun.

There is no need to rush to see any scenic spots, anyway, there is plenty of time, and you can see wherever you go, so that you can relax.

After returning home, Zhang Xingjun hurried back to visit his small shop. Hu Huifang originally had class in the morning, but she changed it to the afternoon, and went straight to school after lunch.

There were only Zhang Zhong and Pengpeng left at home. This girl had a good memory, and when she got home, she pestered Zhang Zhongyang to eat sweets.

Zhang Zhong took four candies from the candy box to Peng Peng, the little girl snatched them, but pouted and said, "These four candies are not as big as the one I had before."

"That's four too." Zhang Chong said with a smile.

This candy box was specially prepared by her for Peng Peng. It contained all kinds of candies, all of which were carefully selected by Zhang Zhong. The sweetness and calories were not particularly high, and most importantly, they were all very small.

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Zhang Huaizhen paced around the bookstore somewhat depressed. Just now, comrades from Public Security came over again. In fact, they came here once yesterday, saying that they had received a report from the masses and came to check.

Fortunately, he used his real name this time, otherwise he would really be imprisoned. Even if he didn't imprison him, he might face a fine, at least he would lose his job.

But even so, his so-called name as a member of the Calligraphy Association can no longer be used.

They came here today to see if he was still using the name of a member of the Calligraphy Association.

"It must be that guy." The smiling face appeared in Zhang Huaizhen's mind, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He obviously promised himself not to report, but turned around and called the police.

"Scumbag, don't believe what you say!"

Zhang Huaizhen looked at the piece of paper on the table. There were some words he had written on it, and there was a line of doggerel written by that guy yesterday.

He grabbed the paper, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trash, feeling better.

Go out and get some air, Zhang Huaizhen didn't want to stay in this small room anymore, so she walked out with her hands behind her back.

Because it was lunch break, the staff of the book club were all resting, and there were two little girls sitting head to head in the rest area, looking at their mobile phones.

"Wow, so handsome, he is the most handsome writer."

"It is said that Zhuang Yu was handsome before."

"When Zhuang Yu was handsome, I wasn't born yet. This one is really handsome, almost like a celebrity."

"It should be about the same with makeup."

Zhang Huaizhen twitched her lips, the writer Guangshuai has a fart, and it's not like being a young master.

"Anyway, he broke the record of the Huaxia Youth Literature and Art Award this time."

"That's right, the winner of the Huaxia Youth Literature and Art Award under the age of 30, tsk tsk, sounds amazing."

Zhang Huaizhen was taken aback. They were talking about the Huaxia Youth Literature and Art Award?

Oh, by the way, yesterday was the day of the awards.

He usually pays close attention to these things in the literary and art circles, but yesterday the police came to question him and made him burnt out, so he didn't have the heart to watch the awards ceremony.

Now listen to what these two girls mean, the vegetative person in the fifth grade is a young man?And handsome?

This was a bit beyond his imagination. He wanted to reach out to look at their mobile phones, but couldn't let go of his figure. Zhang Huaizhen found a chair and sat down, then took out his mobile phone to search for the video of yesterday's award ceremony on the Internet.

The video was quickly found for him.

This video is an edited version, only the scene where Zhang Zhong appeared was edited, so just after opening, Wu Ke appeared at the door with Zhang Zhong.

At first the camera zoomed out, Zhang Huaizhen couldn't see clearly, he just felt that the fifth grade vegetable was really young, and he was thin and tall, at least he had a good figure.

As the camera got closer and closer, Zhang Huaizhen's eyeballs also widened.

Heck!
Zhang Huaizhen almost threw the phone out of his hand, the person in this picture...isn't it the one who came to him the day before yesterday?

He rubbed his eyes and wondered if he was too tired these two days, and everyone he saw felt the same as that face.

But after he let go of his hand, the face on the screen didn't change at all.

Is it really a person?

Speaking of which, his surname seems to be Zhang.

Zhang Huaizhen's mood at this time was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he was surprised that he had met with a fifth-grade vegetative person, and had met twice, but on the other hand, these two experiences were not good experiences.

"Oh! That poem!"

Zhang Huaizhen suddenly remembered something, and quickly stood up and ran towards his own teaching room. When he got to the door, he bumped into Zhang Meng.

"Mr. Zhang, good afternoon, have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Huaizhen ignored her at all and rushed directly to the trash can. Seeing the crumpled white paper inside the trash can, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he unfolded the white paper and gently smoothed it on the table.

Zhang Meng, who was standing outside the door, saw Zhang Huaizhen's strange movements, shook her head and muttered, "This teacher must be hysterical these two days."

At this moment, Zhang Huaizhen didn't know what Zhang Meng was thinking, and all his attention was on the "Mantou Post" in front of him.

"Fan Kezeng in Jiangyang in the past, now Zhang Huaizhen in Yanjing, steamed buns and steamed buns in one place, two steamed and one steamed. Good poems, good poems, this fifth-grade vegetative is a fifth-grade vegetative. It’s a good poem. No, I’m going to frame it.” A poem that made him bored at first, now he likes it no matter how he looks at it.

The most important thing is his name in it. Although the content of the writing is not good, but if others don't know the inside story, they can't understand it at all.

Holding the piece of paper, he first went to Zhang Meng and asked him to find a framer.

Then I went to the boss's office again.

The owner of the book club was in a bad mood when he saw Zhang Huaizhen. Because of this guy, the police came for two days in a row. If he hadn't signed the contract before, he would have quit him.Now what the boss wants is to pay him another two months of basic salary and drive him out.

However, the boss's superficial skills are still very good, and he said to Zhang Huaizhen with a smile, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Zhang? The police are here again?"

Zhang Huaizhen said with a smile, "It's a great thing, boss, look at this."

He put "Mantou Tie" on the boss's desk, and the boss stretched out his head to take a look, and said, "Isn't this the usual draft?"

"Boss, look here."

"Jiangyang in the past... oh, this is your new poem? It's very artistic." The boss said so, but he was thinking in his heart, what kind of dogshit doggerel, and wrote his own name in it.

"Boss, this is not written by me, but rewritten by Zhang."

The boss was taken aback: "Who?"

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