After answering Liu Hong's call, another unknown phone call came in. It was a local landline number.
"Hello, is this Teacher Zhang Zhongzhang?" After the call was connected, a middle-aged male voice came from the other side.
"Well, I'm Zhang Zhong, who are you?"
The man introduced himself, "Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am Xu Qiao from the Nanhuai Writers Association."
Zhang Zhong didn't know much about the Writers Association, let alone the Nanhuai Writers Association, but he had heard Xu Qiao's name from Li Hebin and others before, and Xu Qiao was the new chairman of the Nanhuai Writers Association.
In fact, Xu Qiao is not unknown in the literary world. He has many works and has won many awards. Although he has not been able to win the grand prize, he is definitely not a poor and unknown person. Moreover, he has also adapted his works into films.
The fact that works in the traditional literary world can be adapted into films represents a kind of strength in itself.
"Hello, Chairman Xu." Zhang Zhong greeted simply.
"Chairman Yang Fengxia Yang had a phone call with me two days ago. She said that this time you are attending the Workers' Congress as a special guest, with our Nanhuai group?"
"Chairman Yang told me this before. I wonder if it is convenient here in Nanhuai?"
Xu Qiao smiled and said, "I wish you could, but I don't dare to ask for your attention. You are a postcard from our Nanhuai literary circle. We naturally wish you could come with us. However, the representative meeting is no more demanding than an ordinary exchange meeting."
There are so many things to pay attention to, and I can’t explain them clearly in a few words on the phone. Could you please find an opportunity to come to the association and let’s chat in person. Of course, other than that, we are all from Nanhuai.
As the chairman of the association, I have not taken the initiative to contact you for so long, which is also my dereliction of duty. By inviting you here this time, I also invite you to visit the association and exchange feelings with us fellow villagers."
"Chairman Xu is serious. If I am not careful, I should have gone to the association to have a look. How about this? I wonder if Chairman Xu has time tomorrow afternoon. I can go over and have a look?" Zhang Zhong said.
"If I have time, even if I don't have time, I have to squeeze it out. Let's do this. At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, we will greet each other at the association."
The two set a time, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then hung up the phone.
Zhang Zhong had just hung up the phone and was about to put the phone down when the ringtone rang again.
It’s really weird, why are the calls coming in one after another today?
Not many people know his phone number. This is the first time he has called three times in a row like this.
He looked at the caller ID. This time it was not an unfamiliar number, but a call from He Ruchu.
"Hey, Zhang Zhong, it's really hard to call you. It took me more than ten minutes to get through to you." He Ruchu said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong said, "What a coincidence, I got two phone calls just now. I guess you didn't handle it properly."
"I'm going back to Jiangyang tonight. Let's have a meal together tomorrow?"
"It's easy to talk about eating, but are you here on official business this time?"
"It's not official business. I'm going to take two students to Jiangyang to sketch, and I just happened to go back to my old house to take a look. It's just public service for personal gain." He Ruchu said.
"Okay, I have something to do tomorrow afternoon, let's finish dinner together tomorrow night."
"Let me tell you first, I'm not going alone, I'm going with two mouths."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will also bring two mouths here."
He plans to take Pengpeng and Xu Yuhan there tomorrow night.
After agreeing with He Ruchu, he hung up the phone. Zhang Zhong stared at the phone for a while, and then put the phone down after confirming that there was no call coming.
…
The next day, Zhang Zhong went to the Writers' Association in the afternoon.
The office of the Nanhuai Writers Association is in the city center, and it is not difficult to find a place. However, their office is very small, only two floors.
Moreover, these two floors are quite empty, and the Writers' Association does not need many people, especially a local Writers' Association like this.
Xu Qiao said that he wanted Zhang Zhong to visit, but he also knew that there was nothing to visit in these dilapidated houses. As soon as Zhang Zhong passed by, he led Zhang Zhong into his office.
We chatted from two o'clock to four o'clock. During the two hours, except for the first ten minutes when Xu Qiao told Zhang Zhong the precautions for going to Yanjing with the group, the other one hundred and ten minutes
In it, they all talk about non-nutritious topics.
It stands to reason that Xu Qiao is also a novelist, so he should be different from ordinary politicians, but maybe the past two years as chairman of the Writers' Association have changed him a lot, so he has become more diplomatic.
Zhang Zhong could only make excuses and keep talking to each other.
Until the end, when Zhang Zhong was about to leave, Xu Qiao suddenly said, "Before the national congress, Nanhuai will also hold a congress. I wonder if you will have time to come over and give some guidance."
Zhang Zhong sighed secretly, Xu Qiao had been rambling for two hours, and this was probably the only thing he wanted to say the most.
As for what he said, Zhang Zhong pondered deeply.
If he was just attending a conference and was invited in person, it seemed okay to go there. However, to attend the Writers' Congress in Nanhuai, the prerequisite was that he must be a member of the Nanhuai Writers' Association, and he didn't really want to join the Nanhuai Writers' Association.
When I joined the All-China Writers Association, Zhang Chongyuan was in Jiangyang, the sky was high and the Emperor was far away, so I had no control over it. If there were any activities, [Baidu Novels www.tomtxt.com] could easily be declined.
But if I join the Nanhuai Writers Association, it’s hard to recommend what kind of activities I want to do in the future.
Although the Writers' Association is loosely organized and has no control over it, it still needs to save face. Since you are thinking of declining when the time comes, you might as well not join in the first place.
"I wonder when the Writers' Congress in Nanhuai is?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"At the end of this month." Xu Qiao said.
Zhang Zhong frowned, "This is no coincidence. I may not be able to find time at the end of this month or the beginning of next month."
The corner of Xu Qiao's mouth twitched, but the smile on his face was still maintained, "It doesn't matter, I just mentioned it, so you don't have to take it to heart."
"Well, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first. I have an appointment with a friend tonight. If I don't leave, I will be late. Chairman Xu, please forgive me."
"Go ahead and get busy. I'm sorry for taking up a lot of your time this afternoon."
…
After leaving the Nanhuai Writers Association, Zhang Zhong drove home first and took Xu Yuhan to pick up Pengpeng, and then the three of them went straight to the Hongyun Lai Hotel.
After much deliberation, he finally decided that Hongyun would come. He Ruchu had met there before, and the place was familiar to him.
Zhang Zhong and others stayed in the box for a while, and then He Ruchu came with two people.
Zhang Zhong was a little surprised when he saw the two people following He Ruchu. Before, He Ruchu said that he was going to bring two mouths over, and Zhang Zhong thought he was talking about the two students he brought over to sketch.
But the two people around He Ruchu were quite old. One was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, and the other had gray hair on his temples.