Zhang Zhong reported it casually, but he didn't care much about what happened next. There were little swindlers like Zhang Huaizhen all over the country, and there were countless people who deceived people worse than him.
If Zhang Huaizhen hadn't changed his name, then he wouldn't even be considered a liar. At best, it would be called a routine. There are too many routines in this world.
Although upon closer inspection, it is considered a lie, the law may not be able to control it.
Zhang Zhong walked around, and at half past five, Zhuang Yu called and asked where he was, saying that they had arrived at the hotel.
Now that they have arrived, Zhang Zhong no longer needs to go shopping and rushes directly to the appointed hotel.
The restaurant Zhuang Yuding lives in is called "Zhenwei Restaurant". Judging from the promotional posters outside, it should be a place specializing in Sichuan cuisine.
This made Zhang Zhong a little surprised. After all, he was from Jiangyang, Zhuang Yu was from Zhejiang Province, and this was Yanjing. There was no reason to come to eat Sichuan cuisine.
What Zhang Zhong didn't know was that it was Wang Yi who made the reservation for the restaurant, not Zhuang Yu.
Wang Yi is from Shu, so he booked a restaurant that he usually likes to eat at.
"He told me that he was nearby and would be here soon." After Zhuang Yu hung up the phone, he said to Wang Yi and others, and then complained a little, "You said you old bastard, I asked you to book a restaurant, you can make it for me
I opened a Sichuan restaurant, and Zhang Zhong is from Jiangyang, can I get used to it?"
Wang Yi rolled his eyelids and said, "I said I won't order it. It was you who insisted on me ordering it, and now you blame me for ordering it. Why are you such a hard-working old boy? What's wrong with Sichuan cuisine? Our Sichuan cuisine only has spicy food? You
That’s the stereotype!”
"Okay, okay, when the food comes, I want to see how many of them are not spicy."
In addition to the two of them, there was a third person in the box. At this moment, the third person smiled and said, "Why don't we just have a meal? I don't think Zhang Zhong doesn't care."
Zhuang Yu curled his lips and said, "Expecting guests not to care about you, what kind of hospitality is this?"
Several people were talking, and Zhang Zhong was led to the box by the waiter.
Seeing Zhang Zhong, the three of them were stunned for a moment. Zhang Zhong took the initiative to introduce himself, "Teacher Zhuang, I am Zhang Zhong."
"Oh, okay, hello Zhang Zhong, come and sit down." After coming back to his senses, Zhuang Yu asked Zhang Zhong to sit down.
When Zhang Zhong sat down, Zhuang Yu pointed at Wang Yi and others who were still in a daze and said, "Let me introduce these two to you."
Zhang Zhong smiled and shook his head, "Don't bother, I know these two, they are Teacher Wang Yi and Teacher Liu Yuan."
In fact, Zhang Zhong saw Wang Yi and Liu Yuan as soon as he entered the box, and instantly understood who had chosen this hotel.
Zhuang Yu is from Zhejiang Province, Liu Yuan is from Yanjing, and only Wang Yi is from Shu.
Seeing that Zhang Zhong recognized them, the two of them also smiled and said hello to Zhang Zhong.
Liu Yuan was straightforward and said with emotion, "I thought you were quite old, but I didn't expect you to be so young. You are only in your early twenties."
"Almost thirty."
"Thirty is too small. Of the three of us, which age is not twice as old as thirty? So I say, now is the age when heroes emerge as teenagers. In the information society, we must not accept old age."
Zhang Zhong smiled, this was the emotion coming from the Water God, but if he really wanted to keep up with the trend of the times, he might not be as good as Liu Yuan. After all, the Water God was not called the Water God for nothing.
Zhang Zhong was confused after reading most of China's recent internet terms, but Liu Yuan was able to use them with ease.
In fact, some internet words were coined by this water god.
Internet hot words sometimes become inexplicably popular, such as "Jia Junpeng, your mother called you to eat" and "My friends and I were shocked." Netizens always focus on strange things, and they will also follow suit.
Wang Yi also nodded and said, "Before, I thought you were over fifty. After all, a book like "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" really requires some accumulation."
Zhuang Yu said with a smile, "Accumulation is related to age, but it is not necessarily related. Some people are sensitive in nature, have strong feelings, and are better at catching things. Although they are not old, their accumulation is deep enough."
In fact, Zhuang Yu felt that even people with precocious intelligence had limits, but with a living example like Zhang Zhong right in front of him, he could no longer insist on believing in the so-called limits.
After being praised by the three bosses, Zhang Zhong said modestly, "The three teachers are overly praised."
"There is no need to be modest. Young people should be more free and easy." Liu Yuan said.
Wang Yi objected, "A person cannot be both steady and wanton at the same time."
Liu Yuan straightened up, "Why not? Look at me?"
"You?" Wang Yi rolled his eyes, "As for you, the only way to describe you is to be wild and carefree. Being steady has nothing to do with you."
Zhuang Yu laughed and agreed, "I think so."
Liu Yuandao said, "Hey, you must have forgotten the fear of being dominated by me on Weiyu."
Wang Yi was unconvinced and said, "That's because we type slowly. Now that we are face to face, I want to see how you, Liu Yuan, can quarrel with other scholars."
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Zhang Zhong was a little confused when he saw the three old men making as much noise as children. These old men engaged in art were really different from him.
Moreover, they asked me to come to dinner just to watch the three of them quarrel?
Or, be a referee for them?
The line killing is not enough, why don't you want a face-to-face killing?
After arguing for a few more times, the three of them calmed down a bit. Zhuang Yu apologized to Zhang Zhong, "The three of us usually talk together, so we got a little noisy. Don't worry about it."
"It's okay, it's okay. The teachers are very straightforward and I admire them from the bottom of my heart."
Wang Yi also waved his hand, "I won't argue with you anymore, Zhang Zhong, what did you think when you wrote "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood"? Don't you have any scars in your heart?"
Liu Yuan pursed his lips and said, "How old is Zhang Zhong? Do you think he has the so-called scars in his heart? I just said, this is a typical avant-garde literary style, with a very independent consciousness."
"Why not? That period of history is our Chinese history that will never be erased. It will exist in the hearts of every Chinese. I think Zhang Zhong will have some scars in his heart." Wang Yi said.
Zhuang Yu shook his head and said, "You can't say that. The theme of your scars will have political overtones, and I can't see that in this book."
“Who told you that the theme of scar literature must be political?”
"As Li Siqi said, he is the representative figure of your scar literature."
Wang Yi said with a look of disdain, "Can that old boy Li Siqi be considered a representative figure of scar literature? He writes the main theme every day, but he still insists on wearing the hat of scar literature. He pawned the trick and erected the memorial arch.
, he has taken advantage of all the good things in the world."
"Ahem." Zhuang Yu winked at Wang Yi, probably to remind him not to be too explicit, since Zhang Zhong was here after all.