Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 199 Red Packet
Because there were a lot of people, and the people in the back were watching, so Zhang Zhong didn't sign for Fang Qiongte.

But later he would write to Li Yan alone and ask her to pass it on to Fang Qiong, so Zhang Zhong said that this girl came to make trouble, and she insisted on coming to line up for a phone call.

The signing session lasted until eight o'clock. Zhang Zhong rubbed his sore wrist and looked at the team. He roughly estimated that there should be 400 people left.

He said to the staff next to him, "Just the rest of the people, if anyone comes to line up again, tell them it's over."

This is the only way to do it, otherwise one will come at a time, one at a time, and I don't know when the signing will be completed.

Because the continuous signing time was a bit long, Zhang Zhong was also a little tired, and the signing speed slowed down a lot. The remaining 400 people signed for more than an hour.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock that the signing event finally ended completely.

Cai Yunwei has been waiting by the side, saw Zhang Zhong stretched his arms, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, I have arranged a supper at the hotel next door. You can leave after eating."

Zhang Zhong shook his head and said, "I've eaten before, and I'm not very hungry now, thank you Manager Cai for your kindness."

"Then teacher, go to my office and have a drink of water before leaving?"

"No, it's getting late. I have something to do when I go back, and I need to trouble you to find someone to send me out through the side door." Zhang Zhong said.

Cai Yunwei nodded, "Okay, I'll see you off."

Zhang Zhong didn't refuse, because he saw just now that Cai Yunwei had something else to say to him.

Sure enough, when the two walked to the side door, Cai Yunwei took out a big red envelope and handed it to Zhang Zhong, "Mr. Zhang, this is a little kindness from the shop."

Zhang Zhong didn't answer it, but judging from the thickness of the red envelope, it was about twenty to thirty thousand.

"It's okay, everyone takes what they need, and the rest is unnecessary."

Cai Yunwei said hastily, "This is also the custom of signing sales, so it's auspicious."

"In that case, I'll accept it." Zhang Zhong didn't say anything else, he accepted the red envelope, and then said goodbye to Cai Yunwei, "I'll go back first."

Cai Yunwei smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Zhang, go slowly."

Walking out of the Southern Bookstore, Zhang Zhong weighed the red envelope. This red envelope is not the palm-sized red envelope, but about the size of a seven or eight-inch tablet. If it is full, it will definitely hold fifty or sixty thousand yuan.

In fact, signing him is not without benefits, after all, he can make money for every book sold.As for the custom that Cai Yunwei said, it is not a lie. Generally, when people are invited to bookstores to sign books, they will give red envelopes more or less.

However, Zhang Zhong is not quite sure how many red envelopes there are in general.

His car was parked by Mengmu Xiaozhu, and he needed to walk there to pick up the car.

When he got home, it was almost ten o'clock, the light in the living room was still on, the old couple were watching TV, and Peng Peng had gone back to sleep.

"Is today going well? I heard from Xiaoyan that many people went to the bookstore today." Hu Huifang asked after seeing Zhang Zhong coming home.

Zhang Xingjun also smiled and said, "I wanted to join in the fun, but your mother won't let me go."

Zhang Zhong secretly gave his mother a thumbs up, she made a correct decision.

"Well, it's okay, readers are very enthusiastic." Zhang Zhong took off his coat and yawned. He was indeed a little tired today, so he looked at his parents again, "Aren't you going to bed so late?"

Hu Huifang smiled and said, "Go take a bath, we two will sleep right away."

"Ah."

After Zhang Chong took a shower, the TV in the living room was already turned off.In fact, he also knew that the old couple stayed up all the time because they were waiting for him. No matter how old people were outside, their parents would always worry about them.

I had nothing to say all night, so I called Li Yan the next morning and said that the special signature for her classmate had been written, so she could come back to get it when she had time.

"Brother, you are the best, I love you so much." Li Yan almost jumped out of bed.

"Okay, I have to send Pengpeng to school soon, so I'll hang up first."

After finishing the call, Li Yan lay on the bed in a good mood and looked at the ceiling. Because there were only three or four classes in the morning, she still stayed on the bed.

Not only her, but everyone else in the dormitory hadn't woken up either. Li Yan picked up the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it on the opposite bed.

Fang Qiong, who was on the opposite bed, hadn't woken up yet, was hit by a pillow, and was still a little dazed, "Sister Yan, why do you want to fight so early in the morning?"

Li Yan said with a smile, "My brother called and said that the special signature for you has been written, so I can go back and get it when I have time."

Fang Qiong immediately rolled over from the bed, "Then why are you still lying on the bed, why don't you go back and get it?"

"What's the rush? I won't run away. We'll have class soon. Oh, don't worry, I'm calling again."

Li Yan picked up the phone and answered, "Hey, brother, why are you calling me? Oh, okay, I know when it will arrive."

Fang Qiong leaned on the edge of the bed and watched eagerly. When Li Yan finished making the phone call, she hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, what happened? What did your brother say?"

"What, this is my own brother. He said he would come to see me at school at noon."

Fang Qiong was taken aback, "Brother? Isn't the vegetative big brother your brother?"

"Stupid you, his surname is Zhang, and my surname is Li, how could it be my brother." Li Yan pouted.

Fang Qiong suddenly showed a strange smile, "Who told you to call each brother so affectionately, then he is either your real brother or your love brother..."

"You're going to die!"

Before Fang Qiong finished speaking, another pillow flew towards her.

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When Zhang Zhong received Li Zhuo's call, he was proofreading "The Snowman". He had been writing this book for several months and had just finished the draft, and now the proofreading work was coming to an end.

On the phone, Li Zhuo told Zhang Zhong that he was not very busy with work recently, so he was going to come back to rest for a while and have dinner together in the evening.

"How are you doing recently? You know mine, and your reading ability is basically zero. I also looked for your book, but I couldn't read it anymore." After Li Zhuo finished talking about his situation, he asked about Zhang Zhong's recent situation. Although Zhang Zhong is in the limelight now, for Li Zhuo, the literary world does not overlap with his world at all.

"Haha, it's okay if you don't understand my book, just buy a few more copies to support sales." Zhang Chong laughed.

"Tch, I've heard that any book of yours sells millions of dollars, and you still lack my sales? Let me tell you, if my company can't continue, I will mess with you later. That's right, just be your dog's leg and give me a bite to eat."

Zhang Zhong frowned. Although it sounded like Li Zhuo was joking, he could hear something else from his tone. Maybe his career was really frustrated.

After all, he was suddenly idle, which made people have to think about it.

It is true that the blasting company is not very easy to do now. This kind of life extension marketing that consumes potential in advance cannot last long. Now that the market is rotten, it must be difficult.

Unless his company can be upgraded to a real consulting company, it will drown in this muddy pool sooner or later.

But the consulting company's requirements are too high, and the possibility of Li Zhuo's success is almost zero.

　Thank you [Infinite Menglong Orpheus] and [Long Ziyu] for their rewards, thank you very much

　　
　
(End of this chapter)