The publishing house wanted to send 60 books of "Jieyou Grocery Store" to Zhang Zhong. It was useless for Zhang Zhong to have so many books, but he thought they might be useful in the future, so he kept them.
It's just that Fang Xingkai's delivery was late and it would take two or three days to arrive, so Zhang Zhong went to buy a copy.
Now that it is left to Xu Yuhan, there is no need to buy it again. Anyway, I have already looked through the book when I was in the bookstore.
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"Old Liang, come here and give you a book to read."
Old Liang passed by Zhang's grocery store and was stopped by Zhang Xingjun. Old Liang took a look inside and was a little surprised. "Hey, Old Zhang, this grocery store has been converted into a bookstore? Are there so many books piled up?"
Actually there weren't many, maybe thirty or forty, but they were all piled on the counter, which was quite eye-catching.
"What kind of book is this?" Lao Liang walked in and took the book from Zhang Xingjun.
Zhang Xingjun chuckled and said, "This book is quite famous. It was just released for sale today. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to buy it, so I bought a few more copies."
Old Man Liang glanced at the pile of books next to him and said to himself: How many books are these?
"It's not like you don't know me. Apart from reading newspapers, when have you ever touched a book? This book is called - Jieyou Grocery Store?" Old Man Liang said with a smile, "You call this Zhangjia Supermarket, others call it Jieyou Grocery Store. You
Why are you shouting for help? I can tell you, I don’t have the money to buy your book."
Zhang Xingjun pushed the book into Old Man Liang's hand and said, "Hey, whatever money you want, I'll give it to you for free."
Old Man Liang stretched out his head and looked at the sun outside, "Hey, the sun comes out from the west today? Are you so generous, Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Xingjun is not a stingy person, but of course Old Man Liang knows about his family's situation. His son has been ill in the hospital for several years, and the family is very poor. They usually do not have any group activities with the old men and women in the community.
Participate, even if you ask him to drink, he won't be able to do it.
"Your son has recovered and is able to work?" Old Man Liang guessed.
Zhang Xingjun smiled and said, "My health is almost better."
"Congratulations then."
"Hey, thank you, thank you. You can read this book for free."
"I..."
"If you don't want to read it, you can go home and read it to your children. This book has become very popular recently. The Chinese People's Daily has mentioned it by name and said it is extremely good."
"Is it true or false? Huaxia Minbao mentioned it?"
"How can I lie to you? Don't forget it. There are many people who want it."
"No, I don't want it. Lao Zhang, you are really weird today."
After Lao Liang walked out of the grocery store, he glanced at the book in his hand and shook his head. Why was Lao Zhang so crazy that he even sent the book away?
But he was right. He didn't read the book himself, so it would be good for his grandson to read it. I don't know if this book is suitable for his grandson to read. If the Huaxia Minbao mentioned it, it shouldn't be wrong.
Zhang Xingjun waited until Old Liang left and then counted the books on the counter again.
Thirty-five copies, five copies have been given away, try to give them all away before dinner.
The rich man Yang Wei heard about in the morning was none other than Zhang Xingjun. He knew that his son's book was on sale today, so he went to the bookstore early in the morning and bought 40 copies.
He didn't tell Zhang Zhong about this, it was completely spontaneous, and the money he used to buy books was also the living expenses Zhang Zhong had given him before.
Zhang Zhong still had a lot of money left, so he gave the old couple two thousand yuan each, once a month, and Zhang Xingjun two thousand yuan. After buying the book this time, there was not much money left.
Although Zhang Zhong did not let Zhang Xingjun tell others his identity, Zhang Xingjun still wanted to show off, so he came up with this method.
When he thought about it, this could kill two birds with one stone. Not only could it show off his family's current strength, but it could also promote his son.
"Hey, Sister Liu, are you back from shopping at the vegetable market? Come, I'll give you a good thing..."
When Zhang Zhong passed by his grocery store when he returned home, Zhang Xingjun was dragging an aunt to deliver books.
"If you don't want money, then I'll take it home."
"Of course no money."
The aunt took the book, looked back and saw Zhang Zhong and his daughter, and said with a smile, "The young master is here, taking the girl out to play?"
The local old people like to call young people "young master".
"Well, the air is good in the morning, let's take her out for a walk."
"Good thing, good thing. Let's go home first. You can go in."
After they left, Zhang Zhong looked back at the books placed in front of his father and asked strangely, "Dad, where did you get so many books?"
His first thought was to Provoking Literature. Did Fang Xingkai send the book in advance?
"Of course I bought it." Zhang Xingjun chuckled and said, "I'm thinking of sending a few copies of the books you wrote to my neighbors to read."
Zhang Chong was very happy to see his father giving the books, so he didn't say anything about the sixty books given to him by the publishing house. If he had known about it, he would probably regret it.
"It's boring to give them away like this. Why don't you hold a lottery in the store and give the books away as prizes?" Zhang Zhong said casually.
Zhang Xingjun's eyes lit up, "Why didn't I think of it? Your idea is a good one, and it might even boost business."
Zhang Zhong secretly found it funny. The books on the counter were estimated to cost more than a thousand yuan. It was impossible to make any money using them for activities, but his father was extremely happy.
"You should consider the activities yourself. We don't have much oil and rice at home, and I can't buy them. Dad, please take some time to go for a run."
As Zhang Zhong spoke, he took out a wad of about two to three thousand yuan from his wallet and gave it to Zhang Xingjun.
"If not this much, besides, I still have money."
"Let's talk about it before we spend all the money. I'll go back with Pengpeng first. I'll talk about renting a house in the afternoon. If everything goes well, we will move tomorrow. We should close the door early in the evening and go home to see if we can bring everything we need.
Pack it up and I'll call the moving company to come over tomorrow." Zhang Zhong said.
Zhang Xingjun said with some distress, "What kind of moving company do we need so close by? We don't have much stuff, so I can just call Bengbeng for a couple of trips."
Zhang Zhong shook his head. He didn't want to cause such trouble for something that could be done for a few hundred dollars.
In fact, he originally wanted to throw away everything in the old house and just keep some important ones. However, Hu Huifang firmly disagreed. In her eyes, there was nothing in the house that was not needed, and it would be so big that it would not be used for several years.
A rice cooker as small as a piece of rag, she can tell you 12456.
Zhang Zhong has become accustomed to having a lot of old things at home that he has saved for many years and is reluctant to throw away when he has no use for them.
However, Zhang Zhong was not affected by it. On the contrary, he was the kind of person who liked to throw things away. If an item was no longer needed for a period of time, he would throw it away decisively without considering the possibility of using it later.
Although sometimes there will be situations where you need to use something, but you find that you have thrown it away.
But most of the time, Zhang Zhong feels that throwing things away regularly makes his life easier.