Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 701 I am the poorest (third)

Seeing Llorente running over, Zhang Zhong and the others could only follow that way. At the same time, he beckoned the few staff members who had been guarding to go over to maintain order.

Although this group of readers hadn't made any fuss before, they were like a calm pot of hot oil. Although there seemed to be no movement, the temperature was enough. Now that a drop of water from Llorente fell into it, it would immediately cause boiling.

Especially this guy's expression is as kind as if he saw a fellow countryman, and the book fans are naturally more enthusiastic.

"Come on, I'll sign you one, I'll sign you another, oh, there are still people who like "Fallott's Freak", you have good taste, boy. Don't worry, don't worry, I'll sign each of you, Is this your pen? I lent it to me, it’s too troublesome to sign one for another.”

Zhang Zhong and the others rushed over. During this period, it only took more than ten seconds. This guy signed several books with amazing speed, and he kept mumbling while signing.

The southeast corner of the Juwang Exhibition Hall instantly turned into a lively vegetable market.

"Who still has a pen? None of the gentlemen next to me have pens?"

It's okay for this guy to sign it himself, and he is still trying to find a pen for Zhang Zhong and the others.

By the time each of them had a pen in their hands, the situation was out of control.In the face of enthusiastic readers, Zhang Zhong and the others had no choice but to turn around and leave, so they could only temporarily join the army of signatures.

Originally, Fenghe had relatively few fans, and he didn't need to sign a few autographs, but the problem was that there were Fenghe's works for sale in the Juwang Exhibition Hall, and some book fans who originally brought Linde's book to sign took the opportunity I ran to buy Fenghe's book again and ran over to find Fenghe's signature.

Feng He is also a big head.

I am obviously not this coffee position, but I have to bear the pain that only this coffee position has.

It is estimated that there are hundreds of people in the Xunwang Exhibition Hall. It will take a lot of time to sign each of them.

And the problem is, if time drags on, maybe there will be a second wave and a third wave later, so after signing more than 100 books, Zhang Zhong stopped and pulled Llorent aside.

"I haven't finished signing yet." Llorente was pulled over, still complaining in a low voice.

"If you really want to sign, how about I hold a signing event for you here later?"

"Oh, forget it, the signing will be meaningless." Llorente shrugged.

Zhang Zhong smiled helplessly, and then said to the book friends, "Everyone, I'm sorry, we still have something to do today, so we're here for the time being, and we'll continue when we have time."

……

Looking at the matter in the exhibition hall, it was already on the news when they finished eating together in the evening.

At the dinner table, Zhang Chong watched the news and said to Llorente, "You guys better keep a low profile. If Penny Austin knows you're here, maybe he will come to you."

Hearing the name of Penny Austin, Llorente's chubby body couldn't help shivering.

Then he said as if comforting himself, "No, she's in Europe recently."

"Europe is closer to us," Linde said.

Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "You know her schedule quite well."

"Occasionally, I saw it on the news."

"I won't talk about her, but you have to pay for the meal tonight," Linde said.

When he heard that he had to pay the bill, Llorente quit immediately and said with his head held high, "Why, I'm the poorest here."

Feng He smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Llorente, maybe...you are a little richer than me?"

Llorente patted Feng He on the shoulder, "You're right, I'm neither the richest nor the poorest here, no matter how I line up, I shouldn't be paying the bill."

"Who told you to cause trouble today?"

"What is causing trouble? Could it be that I can't get close to Huaxia's book friends? Otherwise, I'm afraid that there will be news later that the two of us came to Huaxia and have an indifferent attitude towards Huaxia fans. Maybe they will say that we look down on Huaxia fans. Speaking of which, I still helped you, Linde, and you should pay for the meal."

"Pure sophistry."

"I am telling the truth."

……

In the end, of course Llorente was not allowed to pay the bill, but when Zhang Chong paid the bill, he was told that the bill had already been bought by Fenghe, and this guy bought the bill before dinner.

Send Linde and Llorente back to the hotel, and make an appointment to go to Jiaohu Lake tomorrow.

Tomorrow happens to be the weekend, because Linde and Llorente are here, and he can't take Pengpeng to Yanjing to learn painting with Wu Ziyun, so he calls Wu Ziyun and asks for a leave of absence. He plans to take Pengpeng and them out together tomorrow. play.

After returning home, Pengpeng had already fallen asleep, and the old couple was watching TV. When they saw Zhang Zhong coming back, they pointed to Pengpeng’s diary on the coffee table and said, “Pengpeng has written today’s diary, and I will definitely let you Check check."

"Is it?"

Zhang Zhong walked over to pick up the diary with great interest, and then turned to the latest page.

To the eye, it is an old and long paragraph, which is different from the previous short ones.

This is probably one or two hundred words.

【Today is Friday, don't go to school tomorrow.Grandma said that Dad has two good friends over here, and he can’t come back to tell me stories tonight, but it’s okay, I can read now, so I don’t need Dad to sell me...]

She probably wanted to write and read, but she missed a radical and sold it.

Zhang Chong made a secret note that tomorrow he will ask Pengpeng to write "reading" and "selling" ten times respectively. How could she confuse these two words?There is also a series of characters, how can I not write well.

Look down again.

[Grandma made meat mochi tonight, it was very delicious. 】

Well, we talked about eating again, and the word "eggplant" was written wrong.

Zhang Zhong remembers that this is not the first time that Pengpeng has written the word "苆" wrongly, but she wrote "苆" before, and asked her to write it ten times. up.

Putting down his daughter's diary, Zhang Zhong went to take a shower first, and then ran to the study to continue yesterday's unfinished work.

After working in the study for a while, Zhang Xingjun said at the door, "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Zhang Zhong raised his head and said with a smile, "I have something to write, and it will be over soon, Dad, go to bed first."

Zhang Xingjun nodded, "Don't make it too late. If you are hungry after finishing writing, there is the chicken soup your mother cooked today in the casserole in the refrigerator. You can order some noodles for yourself."

"Oh, I see."

After his father left, Zhang Zhong thought of checking the time, only to find that it was past twelve o'clock.

Although he still wanted to continue writing, he overcame the urge to save what he had just written and turned off the computer directly.

Originally, he was going to go directly back to his room to sleep, but when he walked through the kitchen, he suddenly remembered what his father said, and felt that he was indeed a little hungry, so he ran to cook a bowl of noodles for himself.

The living room was quiet, but thinking that his parents and Peng Peng were there, he felt much more at ease.

(End of this chapter)