Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 299 Distributing Benefits (33)

Parker told Zhang Zhong what he had prepared as if reciting his lines.

"Thank you for your support." Zhang Chong said with a smile, "I heard that you are interested in the audio adaptation of "Dune", and you have some ideas of your own?"

Although everyone wanted to hear compliments, Zhang Zhong didn't have much time to spend on these gossips.

"Yes, yes. The thing is like this. In fact, in addition to making videos, I have been holding reading salons recently, which is to read books to some friends who like to read. I felt pretty good when I read "The Shining" before. , but this time reading "Dune", I feel that there are some problems." Parker said.

"what is the problem?"

"I feel... the rhythm is a little too slow." Parker's voice was not loud, probably because he was afraid that this sentence would offend Zhang Zhong.

"Well, that's a question."

Contrary to Parker's expectations, Zhang Zhong directly agreed with this statement.

"However, since "The Shining" reads more smoothly, it means that "The Shining" is more suitable for making audio. Why do you want the audio adaptation rights of "Dune"?"

Parker told Zhang Zhong his thoughts and the advice Li gave him before.

Zhang Zhong nodded after listening. This young up master is indeed as he himself said, and he did not do this for profit.Otherwise, "The Shining" would be a better choice.

"Well, I see, let's go ahead and do it. When the manuscript comes out, remember to show it to me. You can discuss other things with my agent."

"Okay, I will definitely do this well." Parker nodded heavily, as if he had received some sacred mission.

……

After finishing the international call, Zhang Zhong went to take a shower first, then returned to the room comfortably and turned on the computer, continuing the unfinished work from last night.

Because it combines "Gulliver's Travels" and "Flowers in the Mirror", it is destined that the book "Chunyu Fen's Adventures" will not be too short. In the rough outline he set last night, 25 countries were involved.

Each country arranges different lengths. A country like the Lilliputian Country and the Big People’s Country must focus on the description, while some countries may briefly mention it.

He has no way to formally write the text tonight, because there are still some details and ideas that he has not considered well, and he has to fill in some more things on the frame that he made last night.

After this matter was finished, more than five hours passed.

After working for more than five hours in a row, although he was a little tired physically, he was still full of energy, and there was a steady stream of inspiration in his mind, which seemed to burst out at any time, leaking from his fingertips.

But he stopped just in time.

Some writers ride on when inspiration is abundant, for fear that their inspiration will disappear after the break.

But some writers will keep a lot of inspiration at the moment when they stop writing every day, so that they can continue to work with this inspiration after the break, so that they will not be unable to start a new day.

Zhang Zhong, on the other hand, obviously belongs to the second category.

When he woke up the next day, Zhang Zhong sat on the bed and rubbed his face, and then the unfinished inspiration from last night came to his mind again, and the desire to write followed.

A new day starts with writing.

"Father, we are going to eat Yanjing Roast Duck."

Just when Zhang Zhong wanted to turn on the computer and use the keyboard to release his inspiration, there was a shout of Peng Peng outside the door.

He slapped his forehead, so, a new day must start with his daughter. Since the daughter wants to eat roast duck, they have to start with roast duck.

Get up to open the door, Peng Peng is already ready to go.

Not only was she dressed neatly, she even had her schoolbag on her back, as if she was about to go out immediately.

"Dad, big slob, check what time it is."

Peng Peng, who was carrying a schoolbag, pinched his waist with his hands, looking like he was asking the teacher for a crime.

what time is it?
"It's past eight o'clock." Seeing that Zhang Zhong was still a little confused, Peng Peng said, pointing to his watch.

Zhang Chong rolled his eyes, seeing his daughter's aura, he thought it was almost noon.

"Okay, okay, give Dad some time."

Zhang Zhong went to the bathroom, while brushing his teeth, he called Song Xiang.

"Hey, bug, what do you say?"

"I'm in Yanjing, why don't you come over to treat me?"

"Okay, where are you? I'll pick you up. Are you alone?"

"I'm here as a family, so you don't need to pick it up. You can introduce a place to eat roast duck. Let's meet in the store later."

"What roast duck are you eating this early in the morning? I'll take you to have breakfast. There's a good fried liver over here. Let me show you to try it?" Song Xiang said.

"We can handle breakfast by ourselves, and we have to roast duck for lunch. There is no need to discuss it." Zhang Zhong said firmly.

"Hey, if it wasn't for my uncle and aunt's face, I wouldn't bother with you because of your attitude. It stands to reason that you should treat me to dinner when you come over. I start a company, a small business, and I can't make ends meet every day. You, a great writer with hundreds of millions of dollars in royalties, still miss me a meal of roast duck? Why don't you give me a chance to beat the local tyrants, and let's go to No. [-] restaurant for a meal?" Song Xiang laughed.

"No. [-] restaurant is easy to talk about, let's arrange the roast duck first." Zhang Zhong said.

"Tch, Virtue. I see. Then I'll go over and order food later, and I'll let you know when I'm done."

"Ok."

……

Song Xiang didn't stay in Yanjing for nothing these years, and the Yanjing Roast Duck he found was really good.

During the meal, Song Xiang also noticed that the reason why Zhang Zhong insisted on eating roast duck was also because of his precious daughter.

From the moment Pengpeng entered the door, she showed an extreme desire for roast duck, and she ate it unambiguously.

"Congzi, you're only here for sightseeing this time, don't you have anything else to do?" Song Xiang asked while eating.

"It's mainly traveling, but there are also some other things. A few seniors invited me to come over for a gathering tomorrow." Zhang Zhong said.

"Oh, then how many days are you planning to stay in Yanjing?"

"It's hard to say, let's see the situation." Zhang Zhong laughed again, "Why are you asking this? Do you want to be a tour guide for us?"

"It's ok, you can arrange it for me, let alone a tour guide, I can wash your feet every night." Song Xiang teased.

Zhang Zhong rubbed his chin, looked at his feet, then at Song Xiang's hands, shook his head and said, "It's fine to wash your feet, you can tell that your hands are not suitable for pinching your feet."

"Hey, I'll go, I'll pinch your feet, and you still hate it."

"Didn't you hear that I was praising you? You are a programmer, how can you pinch your feet when you are typing on the keyboard."

"Come on, let me tell you something serious." Song Xiang's expression suddenly became serious.

Zhang Zhong also straightened his body, "What's the matter?"

"Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day coming together soon? I just want to give some benefits to the employees of the company. Many people in our company are your readers, so I want to ask you for a few signed books. When the time comes Fufa."

"What should I do, how many copies do I want?"

"Well, let me do the math. Now the company has a total of [-] people, and I don't count myself. If one person distributes one copy, it will be two copies and two copies. If one person sends two copies, it will be four hundred and two. Four books, if a person..."

(End of this chapter)