Chapter 510 Weird things happen every year, especially today
"So "How the Steel Was Tempered" was also made up by you casually?" LeBlanc asked in surprise.
Zhang nodded and said, "Like Ostrovsky, there is no such work in the world."
"What about that paragraph just now? The most precious thing in a person's life during that period is life..."
"It's the same." Zhang Zhong said and took a sip from the water glass.
LeBlanc's surprised eyes lingered on Zhang Zhong's face for a moment, and suddenly she smiled again, "I didn't expect you to be so funny. I want to wait until Jack and the others go back to check Ostrovsky and "How Steel Was Tempered"
"They will definitely be very ashamed afterwards, and they will realize that they were humiliated by you."
Zhang Zhongze smiled and said, "Not necessarily, I think they might not bother to check."
"That's true." LeBlanc moved closer to Zhang Zhong, her plump body almost touching Zhang Zhong's arm, "I hope you don't misunderstand. Not all writers here in London are as shallow as Jack and Tom. If
If you are willing, I can introduce you to some truly knowledgeable people."
Zhang Zhong leaned back, trying to keep the distance between him and the hot red rose in front of him. Her eyes were very hot, as if she wanted to eat him whole.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I would rather sit quietly for a while. Those British gentlemen may not welcome me as a foreigner."
"No one will not welcome you. You are more famous in London than you think." LeBlanc said.
Zhang Chong smiled and said nothing.
LeBlanc was a little discouraged, then smiled and said, "Then you don't mind if I sit next to you?"
"Can I say you mind?"
LeBlanc was stunned for a moment, "Yes, but I won't leave."
Zhang Zhong shrugged his shoulders, picked up the water glass and drank.
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LeBlanc chatted with Zhang Zhong for a while, and she suddenly stood up, "I'm really sorry, I have other things to do later, otherwise I would like to chat with you for a while, pz, can you tell me my contact information?
What?"
Seeing that she had paper and pen ready, Zhang Dian nodded, "Okay."
After saying that, he took the pen and paper and wrote Chen Qing's number on it.
Unexpectedly, LeBlanc took out her mobile phone again and dialed Chen Qing's number. While dialing back, she said, "This is my private number. You must..."
"Hello? Who are you calling?" The call was suddenly answered, and Chen Qing saw that it was a foreign number and the phone number was in English.
LeBlanc's expression suddenly froze.
Zhang Zhong quickly explained, "This is my assistant. If you find him, you have found me. His name is Chen Qing."
LeBlanc adjusted her expression, smiled and said to the other end of the phone, "Hello, I'm LeBlanc, are you Mr. Chen Qing, Mr. PZ's assistant?"
"Yes, hello, Miss LeBlanc." Chen Qing replied.
After LeBlanc heard that the other party was indeed Zhang Zhong's assistant, she nodded to Zhang Zhong and signaled that she would be excused.
Zhang nodded in response.
After LeBlanc left Zhang Zhong, the phone call with Chen Qing continued, "Hello, Mr. Chen Qing, I am the general manager of Lide Group. We are willing to provide pz with a free..."
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After LeBlanc left, Zhang Zhong sat there drinking lemonade alone. All he could think about was the "Dark Forest" he drew a few days ago. During this time, he played outside with his family during the day and returned to the hotel at night.
I started typing the works. Now half of the book has been entered, and the remaining half should be out in a few days.
I came to such a boring exchange meeting today, but it’s a pity that I didn’t bring my notebook. Otherwise, I could have used this time to speed up the progress of the new book.
Although Jack and Tom just now cannot represent the entire British literary circle, these two people have made Zhang Zhong lose interest in the local British literary circle, especially Jack, the winner of the Booker Prize for Literature.
Zhang Zhong estimates that the Booker Prize may regret awarding the award to such a person. After all, letting such a person arrogantly wear the name of the Booker Prize will definitely have a very negative impact on the Booker Prize.
of.
Sometimes literary awards are like this, and awarding the wrong award will definitely affect the entire award.
When I was on Earth, there were several literary awards in China that were not awarded to the right people, so the prestige of these awards suddenly fell to the bottom. Even some well-known writers were unwilling to accept such an award.
After all, receiving the award means being with "those people".
Of course, there are too many entangled interests in literature awards, which has also led to a decline in credibility. News about bribery for winning awards can be heard in almost every award.
Especially for the Lu Prize, for a few years, some scandals could be heard every year.
Over time, people will label these awards, and the awards lose their meaning.
Zhang Zhong was thinking about these things when suddenly the phone rang, and it turned out to be a local British number. He answered the phone in confusion, "Hello, who are you calling?"
A familiar voice sounded from the other side, "Of course I'm looking for you."
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows, "LeBlanc?"
"Haha, it seems that you have remembered my voice, which makes me very happy. In that case, just remember my number too. See you later." After speaking, LeBlanc hung up the phone.
Zhang Zhong looked at the phone and curled his lips. He knew who gave LeBlanc the phone number without asking. He didn't expect Chen Qing to be so unreliable and give his phone number to someone else so casually.
He had just complained about Chen Qing in his heart, but he didn't expect Chen Qing's call to come.
"I was just about to call you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door yourself." Zhang Zhong answered the phone and said angrily.
Chen Qing said with a smile, "Why, has the person in charge of Lide contacted you? I think this is completely acceptable. We don't have to pay anything. They will be fully responsible."
After hearing Chen Qing's words, Zhang Zhong was a little confused, "What are you talking about?"
"Huh?" Chen Qing said unexpectedly, "Didn't Miss LeBlanc call you? Just now the general manager of Reed, Miss LeBlanc, called me and said that their group is willing to help you organize an exhibition for free.
Yes, we can choose the location. Boss, this is a great thing. Reed Exhibitions, a subsidiary of Reed Group, is one of the best exhibition companies in the world. They are willing to hold an exhibition for you, and it is free. To be honest
I can’t even believe it.”
Zhang Zhong squinted his eyes, and the figure of LeBlanc appeared in his mind. She was actually the general manager of Reed Group? Are all current group leaders so careless?
"What kind of exhibition are they going to hold for me? Although I have a lot of books, I'm still not good enough to hold an exhibition. Just refuse this. I'll talk to you later."
"Hey, boss..." Chen Qing looked at the phone in confusion. This strange thing happened every year, but today was particularly common. Led Group offered to hold an exhibition for free for the boss, but the boss refused directly.