Chapter 300 The Rooster Says The World Is White (3/3)
After signing more than two hundred books, Zhang Zhong took back his pen and clapped his hands: "It's done."
"Well, let's go find our uncles and aunts. The art exhibition will probably start soon." Song Xiang, who was drinking tea leisurely, put down his tea cup 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 advanced."
Song Xiang chuckled and said, "It's not that you are too famous."
As he was walking out, Song Xiang's secretary Qin Qing came over and said, "Mr. Song, last time you said you wanted to choose gifts for the Autumn Festival. I have drawn up a list here. Please take a look."
Song Xiang didn't even look at it, rolled his eyes and said, "I've come here to go all the way with you. I've bought all the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts and they're in my office. You can hand them out soon after we go out.
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Qin Qing blushed, "Mr. Song, that's not what I meant."
"Oh, forget it, let's not send it out for now and wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Hey, that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I, I think it's better to go first."
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When the two of them left the company, Zhang Zhong looked at Song Xiang with a smile, "That secretary of yours is quite interesting."
"She is young and has a shy personality, but she is very considerate in her work, so I sometimes joke with her."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "This is a non-immediate answer, 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?"
"Why should I be nervous? You will talk nonsense. I asked you writers if you all like to make associations. Why don't you answer immediately? Do you think you are a psychologist?"
Zhang Zhong shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. There was most likely something going on between Song Xiang and his little secretary, but judging from the situation, it shouldn't have gone to a serious level.
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Qin Qing found someone in the company to distribute all the books.
Books are distributed randomly in order.
The signatures were all the same, but the books purchased were different, so Qin Qing also told the employees, "You can exchange the books as they are distributed."
"Hey, can I trade this copy of "The Worry-Relief Grocery Store" for your copy of "Ten Little Indian Boys"?"
"Okay, it just so happens that I haven't watched "The Worry-Free Grocery Store" yet."
"I've seen "Murder on the Orient Express". Can I trade "Dune" with you?"
"Pull it down. Look at the thickness of "Dune". It's worth two of your books."
"I'll treat you to a big dinner."
"That's pretty much it."
Qin Qing also kept a copy for herself. She did not show any favoritism and gave herself a random copy of "Jieyou Grocery Store". After getting the book, she took a photo and posted it on Weibo.
Not long after the Weiyu news was posted, there were several comments underneath.
"I went and met Zhang Zhong?"
"Do you have a group photo?"
"Beauty, sell it to me for two thousand."
"What are you thinking about the two-thousand-dollar guy upstairs? This one costs at least three to five thousand."
"Why? The general market price on the Internet is not just seven or eight hundred or even a thousand, and it's not a special lot."
"Because of the pen, this book should have been written by Zhang Zhong with his own pen. It is completely different from the signed books at the signing event."
"He's right. I've only seen a few books with this kind of handwriting. I'd definitely ask for three to five thousand."
Qin Qing doesn't have many Weiyu fans, most of them are her friends, but what they say is probably not false.
For a moment, Qin Qing thought about selling the book. After all, the temptation for people is completely different between a few hundred yuan and a few thousand yuan.
But then she gave up the idea, not because Zhang Zhong meant so much to her, she just thought that Song Xiang would be unhappy if she sold the book.
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 three thousand yuan online, but that colleague was not in a hurry to buy it and was prepared to wait until
Someone offered five thousand to buy it.
People in the company were a little excited, after all, this was almost half a month's salary.
At the same time, they lamented that people are really incomparable. They work so hard that they only earn 10,000 to 20,000 yuan a month, while Zhang Zhong can exchange thousands of dollars for just writing two words.
They all say that a word is worth a thousand dollars, but they have only seen it on TV. Now that this kind of thing happens in front of them, and is even closely related to them, the impact is very big.
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When Zhang Zhong found Hu Huifang and the others, Pengpeng was trying on a skirt. Seeing Zhang Zhong, Pengpeng turned around and asked, "Dad, does it look good?"
"It looks good." Zhang Zhong nodded and smiled.
whee.
Pengpeng laughed, then turned around again, "Grandma, do you think I look good?"
"Good-looking, good-looking."
whee.
Then she turned around again, and this time she didn't need to ask. Zhang Xingjun answered quickly, "It looks good, it looks good."
After getting everyone's support, Pengpeng couldn't stop laughing. However, because she spun three times in a row, she felt a little dizzy. She quickly supported her grandma and said, "I feel so dizzy."
"Calling you stinky? You have to follow the example of other people's TV shows."
Pengpeng did learn from TV. In TV dramas, the heroine always spins around in a skirt when she puts on a skirt, and then there is light all around her. Pengpeng learned from it.
The payer came and the dress was quickly bought.
Then they headed towards the painting exhibition.
"The art exhibition is in the back hall. There is less traffic there, but there is a lot of space."
When Zhang Zhong and others passed by, the art exhibition had already begun, but there were not many people around.
Before coming, I only heard Song Xiang say it was a painting exhibition, but I didn't expect it to be a Chinese painting exhibition. All the things placed in the hall were Chinese paintings.
In Chinese paintings, landscapes and flowers and birds are two big heads, so when they look at them, they mostly see these two categories.
Of course, apart from these two categories, there are figure paintings.
However, it’s really unreliable to hold a Chinese painting exhibition in a place like this.
These paintings are a bit too advanced for Pengpeng, but even young people have their own artistic aesthetics, so when they see the paintings they like, they still applaud and say they are beautiful.
But some people like it and some don't.
Walking to a picture of a rooster, Pengpeng pointed at the rooster and said, "Dad, this big rooster is so ugly."
She was telling the truth. The rooster was indeed ugly. There were only a few strokes of black ink, and even the comb was not touched with cinnabar.
However, Zhang Zhong could see the author's accomplishments. Although there was no cinnabar, the cockscomb still looked like a burning flame.
One foot is supported and the other foot is standing upright. The chicken's head is slightly raised, as if it is about to crow, but it does not sound like an ordinary rooster crows at the top of its lungs.
Song Xiang saw Zhang Zhong's look next to him and asked with a smile, "How does this painting look?"
"Very good, the world will be white when the rooster sings."