Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 302 The Rooster Crows and the World Comes White (33)

After signing more than 200 books, Zhang Zhong took back his pen and clapped his hands: "It's over."

"Well, then let's go find uncles and aunts. The art exhibition will start soon." Song Xiang, who was drinking tea leisurely, put down his teacup and said to Zhang Zhong.

When the two walked out of the office, almost everyone in the company was looking this way.

Zhang Zhong joked, "It seems that your company's espionage system is quite developed."

Song Xiang laughed and said, "It's not that you are too famous."

While walking out, Qin Qing, Song Xiang's secretary, came over, "President Song, last time you said that you wanted to choose gifts for the Spring Festival, I drew up a list here, please have a look at it."

Song Xiang didn't even look at it, rolled his eyes and said, "I'm still going around with you, I have bought all the gifts for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they are in my office. After we go out, you will give them out in a while. "

Qin Qing blushed, "President Song, that's not what I meant."

"Oh, forget it, let's not post it, wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Hey, that's not what I meant either."

"Then what exactly do you mean?"

"I, I think it's better to go first."

……

When the two left the company, Zhang Zhong looked at Song Xiang with a smile, "Your secretary is quite interesting."

"She is young and has a shy personality, but she is very considerate, so I sometimes joke with her."

Zhang Zhong laughed and said, "You are answering non-immediately, because I didn't ask these things, and there is no necessary connection between the two sentences you said. You are nervous, why does a secretary make you so nervous?"

"If I'm nervous, you'll just talk nonsense. I asked if you writers like to think about it, so why not answer right away? Do you think you're a psychologist?"

Zhang Zhong shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. In all likelihood, Song Xiang and his little secretary were having trouble with each other, but judging from the situation, it should not have developed to a relatively deep level.

……

Qin Qing found someone in the company to distribute the books.

Books are randomly distributed in order.

The signatures are the same, but the books they bought are different, so Qin Qing also told the employees, "You can exchange the books with each other after distribution."

"Hey, can I exchange this "Jieyou Grocery Store" for your "Ten Little Indian Boys"?"

"Okay, it just so happens that I haven't watched "The Grocery Store" yet."

"I've seen "Murder on the Orient Express", can I exchange "Dune" with you?"

"Pull it down, look at the thickness of "Dune", it is worth two of your books."

"I treat you to a big meal."

"It's almost there."

Qin Qing also kept a copy for herself, she didn't show favoritism, and gave herself a random copy of "Jieyou Grocery Store".After getting the book, she took a photo and posted it on Weiyu.

Not long after the Weiyu post was posted, there were several comments below.

"I'm going, met Zhang Zhong?"

"Do you have a group photo?"

"Beauty, sell it to me for two thousand."

"What are the two thousand people upstairs thinking? This book costs at least three to five thousand."

"Why? The general market on the Internet is not just seven or eight hundred or thousands, and it's not a special lottery."

"Because of the pen, this book should be written by Zhang Chong with his own pen, which is completely different from the signed books at the signing event."

"He's right. I've only read a few books with this kind of handwriting. I'm sure I want three or five thousand."

Qin Qing's Weiyu fans are not many, most of them are her friends, but what they say should not be false.

For a moment, Qin Qing thought about selling this book. After all, the temptation of hundreds of dollars and thousands of dollars is completely different.

But then she abandoned this idea again, not because Zhang Zhong meant much to her, she just thought that if she sold the book, Song Xiang would be unhappy.

But she didn't sell it, but someone did.When Qin Qing went to the tea room, she heard someone discussing that a colleague had just received an offer of 3000 yuan online, but that colleague was not in a hurry to buy it, and was going to wait until someone offered [-] yuan before buying it.

Everyone in the company was a little excited, after all, this was almost half a month's salary for them.

At the same time, they lamented that people are really incomparable. They are exhausted, and only [-] to [-] yuan a month can be exchanged for thousands of yuan by just writing two words by Zhang Zhong.

It is said that a word is worth a fortune, but they have seen it on TV. Now when this kind of thing happens in front of them, and it is even closely related to them, the impact is very powerful.

……

When Zhang Zhong found Hu Huifang and the others, Peng Peng was trying on a dress. Seeing Zhang Zhong, Peng Peng turned around, "Daddy, is it pretty?"

"It's pretty." Zhang nodded with a smile.

whee.

Pengpeng laughed, and then turned around again, "Grandma, do you think I look good?"

"Good-looking, good-looking."

whee.

Then she turned around again, this time without her asking, Zhang Xingjun quickly replied, "Looks good, looks good."

With everyone's support, Peng Peng couldn't keep his mouth shut.But because she turned around three times in a row, she was a little dizzy, and quickly helped her grandma, "I'm so dizzy."

"Calling you smug? I have to learn from other people's TV."

Pengpeng did learn it from TV. In TV dramas, when the heroine puts on a skirt, she always turns around and puts glazing around her. Pengpeng learned it.

The payers came and the dress was quickly bought.

Then they headed towards the art exhibition.

"The art exhibition is in the back hall. There are fewer passengers there, but there is a lot of space."

When Zhang Zhong and the others passed by, the art exhibition had already started, but there were not too many people around.

Before coming here, I only heard Song Xiang say that it was an art exhibition, but I didn't expect it to be an exhibition of traditional Chinese paintings. All the paintings in the hall were traditional Chinese paintings.

In traditional Chinese painting, landscapes and flowers and birds are two big heads, so when they glanced over, they mostly saw these two types.

Of course, in addition to these two categories, it is figure painting.

But holding a Chinese painting exhibition in this kind of place is really unreliable.

These paintings are a bit too profound for Peng Peng, but no matter how young people are, they have their own artistic aesthetics, so when they see the paintings they like, they still applaud and say they look good.

But there are things you like and things you don't like.

Walking to a picture of a rooster, Peng Peng pointed to the rooster on it and said, "Dad, this big rooster is so ugly."

She was telling the truth, this rooster was really ugly, with only a few brush strokes of black ink, not even a little cinnabar on the comb.

However, Zhang Chong could see the author's accomplishments. Although there was no cinnabar, the cockscomb was still like a burning flame.

Supported by one foot, the other foot stands empty, the head of the rooster is raised slightly, as if it is about to crow, but it doesn't look hoarse and exhausted like an ordinary rooster crows.

Song Xiang saw Zhang Zhong's appearance nearby, and asked with a smile, "How about this painting?"

"Very well, the cock crows and the sky turns white."

(End of this chapter)