"The devil's claws of naked loans have reached out to female college students. They were blackmailed if they failed to pay the due amount, and many of them were forced to commit suicide..."
While they were talking, a piece of news on TV attracted the attention of the father and son.
Of course, Zhang Zhong had heard about nude loans. Some informal lending institutions were lending money to female students, and the conditions were personal information and nude photos. The interest rates on these loans were generally very high.
"These beasts have no humanity at all. They have harmed so many female students!" Zhang Xingjun said angrily after watching the news.
Zhang Zhong shook his head secretly. Although these loan lenders were guilty, these female college students were also responsible for their own faults.
Although it is not ruled out that some girls have difficulties, most of them want to borrow money because they love vanity and consume excessively.
In the final analysis, it was vanity that harmed them.
The experiences of these female college students reminded Zhang Zhong of another novel he read not long before he returned from Earth.
"The Necklace" by Maupassant.
It is also a short story. The story tells the story of Mathilde, the wife of a small civil servant, who borrowed a diamond necklace from a rich friend to show off to others in order to attend a party.
But what people didn't expect was that the necklace was accidentally lost on the way home.
She could only borrow money to buy a new necklace and return it to her friend. In order to repay the debt, she scrimped on food and clothing and worked part-time for others. She had worked hard for ten years, and she was old and dilapidated.
However, in the end, she learned that the necklace she borrowed was actually a fake diamond necklace.
Because of vanity, she borrowed the necklace, and because of vanity, she concealed the loss of the necklace and secretly borrowed money to buy a new one. For this, she spent ten years.
This novel is just in time for the news about naked loans.
Zhang Zhong sat on the sofa and suddenly became silent. He tried hard to recall the plot of the novel.
This is a short story, the content is not complicated, and it is not difficult to recall it.
Zhang Zhong tried hard to recall, hoping to remember every word in the book. Of course, he did not have the ability to remember everything, so he failed. Except for the plot of the story, he could not remember every paragraph in it.
Remember all the words.
"Son, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Zhang Zhong suddenly stunned, Zhang Xingjun waved his hand in front of him strangely.
Zhang Chong came back to his senses, frowned and said to his father, "Dad, I have something to do and I have to go inside first."
Zhang Xingjun looked at his son's back as he hurried back to the house and scratched his head in wonder.
"This kid is still a writer, and why did he have the same problem in the first place?"
At this time, Hu Huifang took Pengpeng out of the shower. Seeing that Zhang Xingjun was the only one in the living room, she asked, "Where is my son?"
Zhang Xingjun pointed towards the room, "It seems that he suddenly thought of something and went in to write something."
"Oh, really?" Hu Huifang stretched her head and glanced inside the room, only to see Zhang Zhong sitting in front of the computer, with a serious expression on his face, typing on the keyboard.
"Let him concentrate on writing his book. Don't go in and disturb him." Hu Huifang lowered her voice, then tiptoed over and gently closed the door.
Zhang Xingjun said with a bitter look on his face, "Then I want to sleep."
"Are you a pig, so anxious to go to bed? Wait until he finishes his work before going in. It's really not possible. It's not like you can't sleep on this sofa."
"..."
"Pengpeng, let's go, grandma will take you to bed."
"Where's Dad?" Pengpeng looked at the closed door and pouted. Her father had been coaxing her to sleep these past few days.
"Dad is busy making money to buy you a beautiful dress."
"Grandma, I have a beautiful dress. Dad shouldn't be busy anymore."
"Dad is a writer. In addition to making money to buy dresses for Pengpeng, of course he also has to write books for readers."
Pengpeng patted his little head and said, "Oh, looking at my memory, I even forgot that my father is a great writer."
Hu Huifang rolled her eyes, Pengpeng obviously learned this move from her.
After Hu Huifang led Pengpeng back to the house to sleep, Zhang Xingjun sat alone in the living room and sighed.
He has so little status in this family.
…
It took Zhang Zhong two hours to write the book, and he roughly wrote the story of the necklace. However, the entire novel is not yet completed because some of the details and wording and sentence construction still need to be polished. Zhang Zhong's writing skills have improved a bit recently, but he is still
I am limited, so I can’t write as if I’m inspired, let alone finish it in one go without deleting a single word.
After writing the first draft, Zhang Zhong stretched himself and concentrated for more than two hours in a row, which made him a little tired.
After stretching, Zhang Zhong felt that something was missing in the room. After thinking for a while, he finally remembered what was missing. He turned back and looked at the bed, but there was no one there.
I thought my father would die tonight, but I didn't expect that he didn't come to bed at all.
I looked at the time and saw that it was almost twelve o'clock. At this time before, my father would have been shouting loudly.
After getting up and opening the door to the room, Zhang Zhong saw his father sitting on the sofa watching TV and yawning repeatedly.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhang Zhong asked curiously.
Zhang Xingjun was about to fall asleep, but when he heard Zhang Zhong's voice, his face instantly lit up with joy.
"You're done."
Zhang nodded and said, "I've finished writing. It's so late. Why are you still watching TV?"
It’s not because of you, kid!
However, Zhang Xingjun did not tell the truth. He only said, "I just saw something beautiful and I was fascinated by it. You go take a shower, I'm going to bed."
After saying that, he yawned and entered the house.
Zhang Zhong had just taken his clothes and was about to take a shower when he heard his father's voice coming from the house.
He couldn't help but shook his head. He probably guessed why his father was watching TV here. He was probably afraid of disturbing his book writing.
After taking a bath, Zhang Zhong returned to the room, lay down next to his father, and felt a little relieved listening to his voice.
…
Three days later, on the first day of National Day, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng to Mengmu's cottage early in the morning.
The studio has admitted many students during this period, and Xu Yuhan's class schedule has become more intensive. However, Zhang Zhong has to come earlier during holidays so that Xu Yuhan can tutor Pengpeng alone for a while.
For Xu Yuhan, tutoring Pengpeng alone is a bit troublesome, but she is happy with it. First, because Zhang Zhong is the first customer to buy a large class from her, and secondly, she really likes Pengpeng, and Pengpeng
He is indeed talented in painting.
Every teacher likes talented students, and Xu Yuhan is certainly no exception.
While Pengpeng was studying painting in the studio, Zhang Zhong went to the nearby Xinhua Bookstore alone.
In addition to being National Day, today is also the day when his first book was published.
After more than a month, the single volume of "Jieyou Grocery Store" has finally been officially released.