Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 250 Several young people

In the conversation with Wang Meng, in fact, most of the time, Wang Meng was talking and Zhang Zhong was listening.It seems that Wang Kewang's talkativeness is also hereditary, and the root is here in Wang Meng.

I thought that since Wang Meng recruited himself because he admired his works, he should talk more about the works, but Wang Meng never talked about the works from the beginning to the end, but chatted with Zhang Zhong about some trivial matters.

Most of it was his time in the army.

The time when Wang Meng was in the army was a bit far away for Zhang Zhong, so besides listening, Zhang Chong actually couldn't say much.

After chatting for about an hour and a half, Wang Meng looked up at the clock on the wall, and said with a smile, "It's getting late, let's have dinner here tonight. Don't refuse, I know I'll let you and my old man have dinner You will definitely be bored, I will ask some young people to come over and accompany you."

After speaking, he turned to Wang Kewang and said, "Go and invite Zhuang Yu and Wang Yi."

After thinking for a while, he said again, "Let Liu Yuan call in too."

Wang Meng had already said what he said, and Zhang Zhong didn't say no more.

However, Mr. Wang's words made him dumbfounded. He said he wanted to find a few young people to accompany him, but Zhuang Yu and the others were not young people. The three youngest Liu Yuan had already known his destiny.

Of course, to Wang Meng, they were really young people, after all they were all about the same age as his grandson Wang Kewang.

Wang Meng invited him to dinner, Zhuang Yu and the others came quickly.

Because Wang Kewang explained the situation clearly on the phone, they all knew that Zhang Zhong was here, and they were not surprised to see him.

Wang Meng greeted the three of them to sit down, and said, "You are no strangers, you don't need me to introduce each other."

Zhuang Yu said with a smile, "No, no, we met once when Zhang Zhong came over during the Huaxia Youth Literature and Art Awards ceremony."

Liu Yuan also echoed, "That's right, the original team is here today."

"You young people should move around more."

Hearing Wang Meng's words, several "young people" looked at each other with complicated eyes.

Everyone didn't go out in the evening, so they ate in the courtyard. The nanny the Wang family hired for the old man was good at cooking. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, they all tasted very good.

Wang Meng found a bottle of white wine that had been sealed for many years, Zhang Zhong and the others were embarrassed to drink it, but they couldn't stand Wang Meng's warm invitation, so they had to raise their wine glasses one after another.

"Eating without drinking, what is it called eating? If I were a few decades younger, I would not be able to eat without wine."

Zhang Zhong's drinking capacity is average now, but fortunately, five people drink a bottle of wine, and each person can share it for two taels.

After drinking a little wine, everyone talked more.

Especially Liu Yuan, the great water god, may have been surprisingly cautious because he was in front of Mr. Wang before, but now he is a little bit drunk after two or two high drinks, and said with a smile, "It means that Mr. Wang has face. If we invite Zhang Zhong, I guess this kid won't come."

"What Mr. Liu said is unreasonable. You haven't even invited me. How do you know I won't come?"

Zhuang Yu also laughed, "Yes, Lao Liu, you can't blame Zhang Zhong for things that didn't happen, it's really unreasonable."

Liu Yuan hiccupped and said, "It's the same whether you invite me or not. The last time I saw Lin Wenyuan, that old boy told me about your crimes, saying that the Yanjing Writers Association invited you to the exchange meeting. Don't go, do you think there is such a thing?"

"It's true." Zhang Zhong didn't say anything, Zhuang Yu answered for him, "At first I couldn't invite Su Ai, but later I said I would invite him."

Wang Yi asked from the side, "Yanjing Writers' Association? Why does this have something to do with Lin Wenyuan, shouldn't it be about Fang Yingwu?"

"Didn't Fang Yingwu and Lin Wenyuan wear the same pair of trousers?" Liu Yuan was worthy of being a water god, and his words were unrestrained.

Zhuang Yu scolded with a smile, "Your words are too harsh, Mr. Wang is still here."

Wang Meng smiled and waved his hands, "What is this, you guys chat, don't worry about me."

"Zhang Zhong, what about your new book? It has aroused quite a lot of public opinion abroad." Zhuang Yu often "surfs" the Internet, so he knows more about it.

Zhang Zhong smiled, and chatted with Wang Meng all afternoon, but they didn't talk about the work. The three of them came over and chatted within a few words.

"There were some criticisms, but now the dust has settled."

Wang Yi nodded and said, "Americans seem to welcome other cultures, but they are actually quite xenophobic. You can't escape the criticism your book received in the past."

"Well, I've been mentally prepared a long time ago. Not to mention abroad, even in China, it is impossible for everyone to applaud."

"It seems that what happened to Kong Zhou last time has alerted you." Liu Yuan said.

Zhang Zhong shook his head, "It has nothing to do with him, I have this awareness myself. But then again, Kong Zhou's matter was a bit beyond my expectation, and it was finally resolved like this."

When he said this, he took a special look at Wang Meng, but the old man kept smiling without any change in his expression.

What happened to Kong Zhou made Zhang Zhong very puzzled. He didn't know whether someone was secretly helping him, or Kong Zhou was unlucky and encountered the Ministry of Culture's action.

If it was the first possibility, Zhang Zhong couldn't think of anyone who would help him before, but when Wang Kewang called later, he connected the two things together.

If it was Wang Meng who made the move, this matter would become reasonable.

But if Wang Meng didn't say anything, Zhang Zhong couldn't ask.

Zhuang Yu and the others didn't know the inside story, so they just guessed, "Maybe Kong Zhou is unlucky."

They chatted for a while, and when the spirit of wine was about to pass, Wang Meng suddenly came over with another bottle of wine.

"Don't rush to put your chopsticks down, just keep going."

Several "young people" waved their hands one after another: "Old Wang, this is not acceptable, this wine is very strong, I can barely hold the glass just now."

Wang Kewang also said with a bitter face, "Master, I have to go to the newspaper office tomorrow."

"Is it so useless? I can't drink a few drinks by myself?" Wang Meng stuffed the bottle into Wang Kewang's hand, "It's okay if you don't want to drink. Let's play a game. If you lose, you can drink. If you don't want to drink, you have to rely on it." It's up to you."

"Old Wang, what are you playing?" Zhuang Yu asked.

"Play something simple, guessing riddles. I'll give you the answer, and you each write the answer. If you make a mistake, drink, and if you write it right, you don't need to drink."

Liu Yuan rubbed his hands: "That's good, I agree."

Still cautious, Wang Yi asked, "What if everything is wrong?"

He asked this because he was afraid that it would be too difficult for Mr. Wang, and they would all have to drink.

Wang Meng scolded with a smile, "You still don't believe me? Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. If you make mistakes, you don't have to drink. Have you agreed now?"

Several people nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)