Mr. Wu, who was talking to Zhang Zhong, heard the bell ringing and looked up at the school gate. Then he felt something was wrong. The sound didn't seem to come from inside the school.
He turned to look at Zhang Zhong again, only to see Zhang Zhong take out the elderly phone from his pocket, and suddenly realized that it was not the end of get out of class ringtone but Zhang Zhong's mobile phone ringtone.
Mr. Wu glanced at Zhang Zhong strangely. Isn't this young man too economical? He is still using this kind of old man's machine?
He himself is in his early sixties and already uses a smartphone. After all, smartphones are very convenient for whatever he does now.
Zhang Zhong took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was Jiangyang's local landline number.
"Hello, how are you?"
"Hello, are you Mr. Vegetative Person of the fifth grade?" The other person's voice sounded like a middle-aged man.
He called out his pen name, and it seemed that he came to him because of the book. If he could find his number, he must have looked for "Agitation Literature", because they were the only ones who had the number of "Fifth Grade Vegetative Person".
"Well, who are you?"
"Hello, I am Shen Jian from Nanhuai Fengsha Cultural Development Co., Ltd. I wonder if you have heard of my name." Shen Jian said very modestly, but he was very confident in his heart. He believed that the other party should know him. , after all, he has appeared in the CCTV Spring Festival Gala for four consecutive years.
But what he didn't expect was that Zhang Zhong on the other side of the phone thought for a while and said, "Sorry, please forgive my ignorance."
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Zhang Zhong had really never heard of it. He even thought about it, but he had no impression of Fengsha Culture Development Co., Ltd.
Shen Jian paused and said, "I was rude, so let me introduce myself. I am an artist from Fengsha Company. I came to you this time for the adaptation rights of your work "Chameleon"."
"Adapting Chameleon? What should it be changed into in such a short length?"
If Zhang Zhong knew Shen Jian, he would not have asked this question. Shen Jian is a comedian who has suddenly become popular in recent years. He has appeared on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala four times in a row and performed well every time, attracting the attention of the audience. Happy Tao.
And the programs he performed in the Spring Festival Gala four times, without exception, were all sketches.
"That's right, we want to change it into a sketch."
Zhang nodded and changed it into a sketch, so the length would be reasonable.
"Well, okay, I - Mr. Shen, please wait a moment, I have something to do here, I will call you later."
Zhang Zhong was about to talk to the other party about the adaptation when suddenly the school bell rang and he quickly hung up the phone.
Uncle Wu watched from the side and said with a smile, "You don't have to be in such a hurry, it will probably take a few minutes for them to come out."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "It's not an important matter."
"That's true, the world is big and the children are the biggest." Uncle Wu said with a smile, wishing that his son had half the awareness of Xiao Zhang.
"Uncle Wu, have you heard of Shen Jian?" Zhang Zhong asked, the other person's tone was somewhat confident, maybe Uncle Wu knew him.
"Shen Jian...oh, you're talking about that Shen Jianren, right? You know, why don't you know, he goes to the Spring Festival Gala every year."
Shen Jianren? Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows strangely. Did he hear wrongly, or did Uncle Wu admit it wrong and he was not the same person at all?
"Oh, it's Shen Jian. He was called Shen Jianren in the sketch, and everyone called him Jianren Jianren. You just said Shen Jian, and I didn't react for a moment."
It turns out that's the case. It seems that his character is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that the audience has forgotten his real name.
Having attended the Spring Festival Gala four times in a row, no wonder there was a sense of confidence in his tone when he introduced himself just now. Maybe he didn't expect that he had been lying in bed for the past five years and had never watched the Spring Festival Gala.
"What's wrong, don't tell me that it was Shen Jian who called you just now." Uncle Wu looked at Zhang Zhong with interest.
Zhang nodded and said, "He said he is Shen Jian from Fengsha Company."
"That's probably a scam call. Didn't someone receive a message a few days ago claiming to be from Qin Shihuang asking for money? Anyway, just ignore him."
Zhang Zhong did not comment. At this time, Pengpeng had already walked to the door. When he saw his father, he ran over and rushed over. Zhang Zhong easily held her in his arms.
"Dad, I'm so hungry." Pengpeng put one hand around Zhang Zhong's shoulders and touched his belly with the other, saying pitifully.
Zhang Zhong waved his hand, "Let's go home for dinner."
He turned to Uncle Wu and said, "Let's go first."
"Well, go back early...remember the scam calls and ignore them."
"Okay."
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"Dad, what should we eat for lunch today?"
"Eat meat." Zhang Zhong also wanted to give his daughter the name of the dish, but his ability did not allow it.
When he left, he put the pork rib soup and steamed pork on the stove. It is estimated that they will be almost ready when he returns. He will stir-fry two vegetarian dishes and they will be ready.
In fact, it is not safe to stew on the stove when people are not at home, but Zhang Zhong can't take care of so much. If he wants to eat something hard, he can only do this.
Pengpeng is very easy to satisfy. When she heard about eating meat, she licked her tongue and almost came out.
She could probably come up with a recipe just by saying "eat meat".
Pengpeng is a carnivore, so this is up to you.
After returning home, the father and daughter gave Zhang Xingjun food after dinner, and then waited for Pengpeng to finish sleeping before sending him to the kindergarten.
After returning home from kindergarten, Zhang Zhong remembered what happened to Shen Jian.
He called back, and it only rang once before the call was connected.
"Hi, hello."
Shen Jian lowered his voice and tried not to sound so anxious.
But he was actually anxious for a long time. He couldn't be in a hurry. The Mid-Autumn Festival Party was going to be held at the end of this month. It was already the 4th, and there wasn't much time left for them.
They had been preparing for the sketch for the party two months ago, but when it came to the third round, Shen Jian still felt that there were some problems with the sketch. He summed it up himself and found that it was more than funny but not enough in humanistic thinking.
Sketch is also a work of art, not just funny, especially a work for a party.
It's just that if they have to tear down the script and start over, it will definitely take a lot of time. If they are not prepared before the party, their brand of Fengsha will be ruined.
At this moment, he saw "Chameleon" and was attracted by this short story at a glance. Isn't this an excellent book?
It not only contains humorous elements, but also reflects profound social issues. The most important thing is that Huaxia Minbao reposted it. If nothing else, it was politically correct in the first place.
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows on the phone. Although Shen Jian had controlled his emotions very well, Zhang Zhong still sounded a little anxious.
Besides, answering the phone so quickly completely exposed his anxiety. I'm afraid he has been staying by the phone since he hung up the phone before. It's a landline.