The melodious sound of the erhu was left behind by Zhang Zhong. The moment of trance in the sea of chrysanthemums made him feel a little unclear.
After returning home, Zhang Zhong sat in his study and read for a while. His current study was very empty, except for a few books he had bought before on the table.
He thought he would have enough money in the next two days to buy a bookcase and buy some books, so that at least the study would look like a study.
Last month's royalties were still a little less, not enough for the down payment of a house. The house was not his now, and he didn't want to move it easily.
In fact, last month's royalties should have been higher, except that "Ten Little Indian Boys" was previously free and only started charging in October.
If "Ten Little Indian Boys" had charged fees at that time, maybe the royalties from last month could have doubled.
A few days ago, Zhang Zhong wanted to tell Pengpeng some bedtime stories. Recalling the story of the earth was a bit laborious, so Zhang Zhong wanted to tell Pengpeng some stories about this world. He was looking over and over at home, looking for some books.
Inspiration, but I only found one copy of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
Liaozhai is good, but some of it is not suitable for Pengpeng.
Pengpeng also has some story books, but they are all picture albums with very little text.
There are some amazing coincidences between the two worlds. Just like the "Liao Zhai" in Zhang Zhong's hand, there are two worlds, and the content is almost the same. The most important thing is that the author is called Pu Songling.
After flipping through Liaozhai for a while, the phone on the table vibrated. Zhang Zhong picked it up and saw that it was a call from Fang Xingkai.
"Hey, morning editor Fang." Zhang Zhong already knew about Fang Xingkai's promotion to deputy editor, so he called him that.
Fang Xingkai smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, congratulations."
Zhang Zhong asked in confusion: "Where does joy come from?"
"Mr. Zhang, have you ever heard of the Old Academy Literary Award?" Fang Xingkai asked.
"Never heard of it."
Zhang Zhong on the other side of the phone shook his head. He only knew of four well-known Chinese literary awards, the Wei Jin Award, the Pu Songling Award, the Luo Guanzhong Award and the Chinese Literature Award.
As for the Old Academy Literary Award, he had never heard of it.
Zhang Zhong's reaction seemed to be what Fang Xingkai expected. Fang Xingkai laughed and said, "This award was only established a few years ago. This year has just been the third time. The award location is fixed in Shanghai."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Teacher Zhang, you won the prize."
"Which novel?" Zhang Zhong showed little interest in the Old Academy Literature Award. From what Fang Xingkai said, he thought it was just a pheasant award.
"It's "Chameleon" and it won the second prize."
Second prize? Zhang Zhong did not expect that "Chameleon" would be awarded the second prize by a Pheasant Award, which surprised him, "What works are there for the first prize?"
Fang Xingkai said quickly, "Teacher Zhang, you may not understand. In fact, for awards like this, the second prize is better. After all, it is a small prize with a generous bonus. The first prize is 500,000 yuan, and the second prize is 20,000 yuan. The former
The first prize for both sessions was predetermined, and everyone knows about the nature of urine, so when most people see this award, they will look at the second prize instead.”
Nowadays, when looking at awards, we don’t look at the first prize but the second prize? Zhang Zhong didn’t expect that the literature prize is also quite deep.
However, he could also understand that by setting such a high bonus for the first prize, they naturally wanted others to pay attention to their prize, but they didn't want to really give away so much money, so they made some small moves.
This kind of award cannot become a climate.
In fact, most of the awards that suddenly come to you like this are not very good. Normal literary awards have a strict selection system. Many awards require individuals or publishers to submit works, and they are not an audition mechanism.
"Do you want me to collect the 20,000 yuan myself?"
The only thing that makes Zhang Zhong interested in this award is the 20,000 yuan. But if he wants to receive the award by himself, he doesn't need the 20,000 yuan.
"No, if you don't want to collect it, Mr. Zhang, we will send someone to collect it for you, and then the 20,000 yuan will be transferred directly to your bank card." Fang Xingkai said.
"Well, I'll trouble you then."
"No trouble, no trouble. The award ceremony will be next weekend. I will notify you after you receive your award."
"good."
In fact, Provoking Literature did not find it troublesome. For them, helping the author receive the award is a thing that is beneficial to them, and at least it can make Provoking Literature show its face.
Although the Old Academy Award is a small award, it is good to have an awards ceremony. A mosquito's sperm on its leg is better than nothing.
This is the first literary award that Zhang Zhong has won, but it has no commemorative significance. After all, it is still a second-class award, and it is estimated that many people will not read it.
In fact, his first reaction just now was to refuse the award. After all, he might be thinking of gaining popularity by awarding such a small prize to him. The 20,000 yuan is the compensation for gaining popularity.
Calculated this way, 20,000 is less.
But then I thought about the fact that I don’t need to be so sensitive. If others want to take advantage of me, let them do it. Readers are not fools, so they can naturally see the irritating nature of this award.
There may be many more awards like this in the future, and he can't just reject every one that comes.
Besides, even if you reject it, it may still make big news. After all, rejecting the award is more interesting than receiving the award.
After hanging up the phone from Fang Xingkai, Zhang Zhong didn't look at Liaozhai anymore. He planned to check on the Internet to see if there were any good design plans that could improve Pengpeng's house.
Of course it's not a major renovation. If it were a major renovation, it would take time just to decorate. Once the renovation is completed, you won't be able to live in it in a short period of time.
He looked around on the Internet and found something good.
It was a small wooden house, just big enough to cover the bed. In other words, there was another small wooden house built in Pengpeng's bedroom. This small wooden house can be decorated as you like, and many things can be placed on it, such as dolls.
Something like that.
The prices are not expensive either, the cheaper ones cost only a few thousand yuan, and the more expensive ones only cost tens of thousands of yuan.
Of course the cheap ones are not very good, both in appearance and quality they are much inferior to the expensive ones.
Zhang Zhong contacted one of the local decoration companies in Jiangyang online that specializes in this kind of indoor small house decoration. The other party said that if they didn't have their own special design, the installation could be completed in half a day.
Their materials are all prepared in advance, they just need to be assembled.
Zhang Zhong did not hesitate at all and chose a design that he was satisfied with, then paid directly and asked them to come and install it in the afternoon.
The decoration company did not brag. It only took a few workers less than three hours to build a warm and beautiful cabin.
Zhang Zhong had doubts about the stability of the wooden house at first. When he climbed up to the second floor and jumped around and found that the wooden house did not move at all, he was completely relieved.
After the workers left, Zhang Zhong placed the various dolls he bought for Pengpeng one by one on the small grid of the wooden house.
Among them are little bears, dolls, little ducks... and two little pigs.
I have to say that the dolls are really expensive. The two little pigs, Feimao, cost Zhang Zhong more than a thousand yuan.