"It's your Aunt Wu. She also watched TV and looked like you, so she called and asked." After hanging up the phone, Hu Huifang said.
This is not surprising. There are many people watching the news at this time, so it is inevitable that someone will recognize him.
After a while, Hu Huifang chatted several times with Aunt Wu.
"Your Aunt Wu said that Li Zhuo will come back tomorrow and ask our family to come over for dinner."
Li Zhuo is Aunt Wu's son. He is the same age as Zhang Zhong. They often played together when they were young. They are the kind of people who grew up in childhood.
They were both in the same class in high school, but later Li Zhuo went to Yanjing to attend university, and the two of them saw each other less often.
Li Zhuo is a guy with a lot of ideas. He started working various part-time jobs when he was in college and had little time to come back during winter and summer vacations.
Before her car accident, she heard Hu Huifang mention Li Zhuo and said he was starting a business. Now five years have passed and I don't know what the situation is like.
"What is he doing now?"
"I heard from your Aunt Wu that Xiaozhuo is currently working in some kind of consulting company. As for the consulting company, your Aunt Wu doesn't know."
Zhang Zhong nodded secretly, thinking that Li Zhuo was doing well now. Hu Huifang and the others didn't know what a consulting company was, but he did. After all, he didn't deal with the consulting company only once or twice.
Consulting companies are also called consulting companies. They generally only cooperate with enterprises. If business leaders feel that their company management is not perfect enough and there are operational problems, they will go to the consulting company for help. They hope that the professionals in the consulting company can help the company find out how to operate the company.
problems, improve management models, and improve production efficiency.
For high-level consultants, the ultimate path is to become a partner or CEO.
Aunt Wu and her brother and sister Li Zhuo managed to survive.
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Early the next morning, Zhang Zhong went outside for a walk. He was now able to walk without crutches, but the walking speed was relatively slow and he could not exercise strenuously.
After walking around, he went to the breakfast shop outside to buy some breakfast. The landlady looked at him for a long time and said that she always felt like she had seen him somewhere.
The boss laughed at the side and said, "The people making the fuss so early in the morning are all from the same community. Isn't it normal for them to come and go every day and meet each other?"
Zhang Zhong smiled and said nothing. He knew why the landlady looked familiar to him. It was most likely because of the news last night.
However, most people have almost forgotten about it after watching the news, leaving only an impression. Things on the Internet get hot as fast as they cool down.
His video became popular on the Internet, but it did not have much impact on his life. In a few days, this matter will only have a symbol and a few keywords in people's minds, Journey to the West
Remember, the Monkey King, the Monkey King, is willing to hunt chickens and the like.
Zhang Zhong thought about it last night and felt that Ken Daji may have contributed to this matter. Maybe Ken Daji's marketing department saw the news and pushed it.
When I got home, my parents had left, there was some porridge left in the pot, and Peng Peng was still sleeping in the bed.
When Zhang Zhong went to call her, the little girl was in a daze. When Zhang Zhong called her, she said yes. She said yes to getting up, but her body didn't move, as if an iron block was attracted to the bed by a magnet.
Zhang Zhong had no choice but to take Pengpeng off the bed. As soon as Zhang Zhong hugged her up, the girl hugged her father's neck like an octopus, with her little head resting on his shoulders. To her,
It's just a matter of changing places and sleeping positions.
Zhang Zhong carried her to the bathroom and placed her on the toilet seat. The girl didn't pick a place and leaned against the toilet without waking up.
After squeezing out the toothpaste and giving the toothbrush to Pengpeng, the little girl closed her eyes and took the toothbrush and started brushing her teeth.
It seems that there is no conflict between sleeping and brushing teeth. The two things can be done at the same time.
It wasn't until he finished washing that Zhang Pengpeng really woke up.
"Dad, I just dreamed that I brushed my teeth."
Zhang Zhong broke off a bun for her and said with a smile, "Did you still dream about washing your face?"
Pengpeng said in surprise, "Dad, are you in my dream too? No wonder someone squeezed out all the toothpaste for me."
Zhang Zhong touched Pengpeng's hair. The little guy had just gotten up and his hair was a mess. He had to think of a way to tie a whip for him.
In fact, Zhang Pengpeng's hair is not long, and it probably only reaches the shoulder position. Her grandmother said that she used to have short hair, but this year she suddenly wanted to grow her hair long. She kept it for half a year, and it has been so long.
Although it is not very long, it still needs to be taken care of. The simplest thing is to tie it into a small braid.
While Peng Peng was eating, Zhang Zhong found a hair tie and began to tie her hair, but it didn't feel right no matter how he tied it.
If you use a little force, the pimples will hurt. If you don't use force, the hair will be tied up in a fluffy way and it feels like it will fall apart at any time.
It's really a technical job.
Zhang Zhong held the headband, held his chin, and analyzed Pengpeng's little head for a while, but he couldn't find an optimal solution.
At this time, Zhang Pengpeng had already put the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl into his mouth.
She turned around with a puffy face, opened her little fleshy hands in front of Zhang Zhong, and said in a vague voice, "Dad, give it to me."
Zhang Zhong looked at the headband in his hand, "You want this?"
Zhang Pengpeng nodded seriously.
Why do I have a bad feeling?
Zhang Zhong gave the headband to Zhang Pengpeng. The little guy raised his hands and tied a small ball on his head.
Zhang Zhong didn't even see clearly how it was done.
Boss Pengpeng, please accept my knee.
After tying it up, Pengpeng looked at her father proudly and said, "Dad, this is how you tie your hair."
Being ridiculed...
Zhang Zhong was thinking about whether he should go to a barber shop to see a barber and then come back to regain his face.
Just after breakfast, the little guy wanted to watch TV, but of course Zhang Zhong refused.
There were not many toys at home. Zhang Zhong rummaged through the cabinets and found a puzzle he had bought before but didn’t put it together. He shook it at Peng Peng and said, “Dad, let’s play the puzzle with you.”
This is not a children's puzzle, but an adult puzzle with 1,000 pieces. Zhang Zhong bought it at that time and planned to play it in his spare time, but he was busy at that time and forgot about it as soon as he put it away.
The color difference of this puzzle is not obvious, and the difficulty is relatively high. It took the father and daughter a long time to complete less than one-third of the puzzle, and they only completed relatively simple parts.
Zhang Pengpeng rubbed his eye sockets and said, "Dad, I'm so tired."
"Stop when you are tired."
"Well, can I watch TV?"
"Aren't your eyes tired? Why are you still watching TV?"
"My eyes don't hurt, it's just my butt that hurts a little." Pengpeng rubbed her waist, probably for her, the back part was called her butt.
"Okay then, we can only watch for a while."
"Hmm, just for a while."
His daughter was watching TV, and Zhang Zhong went to cook. After a while, Pengpeng ran over and said, "Dad, the cartoons haven't been shown yet. Can I put the TV watching time in the evening?"