Of course, "I Am a Fortune Teller" cannot be completed overnight, and Zhang Zhong now has more than one book to write, and "Murder on the Orient Express" is also still in preparation.
He now has to finish two books at the same time, but he is not in a hurry at all. There is no need to be in such a hurry. Last night, the little girl was left out in the cold. The little girl felt aggrieved for a long time and had to tell her two bedtime stories.
good.
Today is the weekend. Zhang Zhong first did some handicrafts with Pengpeng at home. Handicrafts are school tasks.
Zhang Zhong originally thought that the handiwork in the kindergarten was very simple, but when he saw it in the morning, he realized that he was completely wrong. This handicraft did not look like it was made for children at all.
The kindergarten teacher is also very naughty. He told parents in the group that there are no requirements for this manual work and they can do whatever they want.
The craft content is to make a small oil paper umbrella. The sample photos given by the teacher are indeed very nice, and he also thoughtfully provided a teaching video.
But when it comes to handicrafts, you can do it once you see it, but it’s useless once you do it. You obviously followed the video step by step. What they made in the end was a beautiful little paper umbrella, but what Zhang Zhong made was just a small stick.
On a crumpled piece of paper.
"Eh, so ugly."
Looking at Zhang's red-made umbrella, Pengpeng looked disgusted.
Zhang Zhong is also very aggrieved. This is obviously your homework. I kindly helped you do it, but you still blame me...
"I will definitely make progress next time, I will definitely make progress." Zhang Zhong smiled and quickly changed the subject, "What do you want to eat for lunch, Pengpeng?"
"I want to eat braised fish, I've already told grandma."
It's over. With Chef Hu at home, he can't control Pengpeng's stomach, so he can't control her either.
Zhang Zhong looked at the little umbrella that was indeed a bit ugly, and sighed in his heart, it seems that he has to learn one more skill.
Why does it feel like being a father is more tiring than being a company leader? In the past, when he was managing the company, he was very worry-free and had people below him to worry about. The most he could do was occasionally go out to sympathize with the people and give the employees blood.
If he is given chicken soup, as long as he is responsible for talking about his ideals and singing the praises, other managers will naturally sing the blame.
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After taking a short lunch break at noon, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng to Meng Mu Xiaozhu. He had a free day yesterday because he had something to do at home. Pengpeng was extremely motivated today, but what made Zhang Zhong a little embarrassed was that Pengpeng still
He took the small oil-paper umbrella he made to Meng Mu Xiaozhu.
"Teacher Xu can definitely make small umbrellas. I asked her to help my father repair them."
"Ahem, it's a small oil-paper umbrella."
"That's a small umbrella too."
Well, Zhang Zhong feels that we can no longer dwell on this issue.
After placing Pengpeng in Meng Mu's small building, he went to the Green Field Bookstore downstairs.
The reading club time stated in the flyer was from three to five in the afternoon. Zhang Zhong came early. When he entered the Green Field Bookstore, he looked up and saw the clock hanging behind the bar. It was only two forty.
"It seems I came early."
Zhang Zhong looked around the bookstore. There were only a few people there, and they all looked like ordinary customers.
Zhang Junwei and his wife saw Zhang Zhong coming in and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang is not early. Several friends are already here and are on the second floor."
"Second floor?"
Zhang Junwei nodded, walked out of the bar, pointed to a door at the corner and said, "Go up to the second floor from there. You sit down for a while. When the time comes, we will go up together."
"Okay, give me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice first, eighteen, right?"
"No need to pay. Friends who come to the book club today will get a drink for each person. You can choose whatever you want."
Zhang Zhong was about to scan the QR code to pay, but Zhang Junwei smiled and said that this glass of juice is free.
"Oh, thank you very much."
Zhang Zhong didn't expect that this shop owner was quite generous. It was probably a promotion.
After staying downstairs for a while, a few more people came. Zhang Junwei said to his wife [Biquge www.biqugew.co], "You look at the store downstairs, and I will take them up first."
"Well, let me come up in a moment."
Zhang Junwei smiled and said nothing, and came over to invite Zhang Zhong and the others to go upstairs.
When Zhang Zhong came here last time, he thought this bookstore only had one floor. He also saw the door at that time, but he thought it was a warehouse or something.
At this time, Zhang Junwei opened the door, and an iron staircase appeared in everyone's view. It seemed that there was indeed a second floor.
"Boss Zhang, I didn't expect there to be a cave here." Zhang Zhong took a look inside and joked.
"No, no, when I was renovating, I accidentally discovered that I could get a small attic, so I just built it. As you can see in my store, it doesn't take much space." Zhang Junwei said with a smile.
In fact, when the door just opened, Zhang Zhong heard the sound of someone talking from inside.
One of them had a particularly loud voice.
"Let me tell you, let's just set up a fifth-grade vegetable Jiangyang support club. It's pointless to have a small fuss like this now."
The person who spoke sounded like a young man, and his voice was very excited.
Zhang Zhong followed Zhang Junwei up the stairs and heard other people's voices.
Another male voice said, "I think this is reliable. I haven't heard of any place that has established a fifth-grade vegetative support club. Maybe we are the originator."
Support club?
Do writers even have support groups now? Zhang Zhong was confused when he heard this. The key is that he is still a client.
"What a founder. I have decided that today will be the founding meeting of the Jiangyang branch of our fifth-grade vegetative support club. Everyone here is the veteran of the meeting."
Zhang Zhong had already walked up to the second floor and saw the people on the second floor.
Glancing over, there were about a dozen people, and in the middle there was a young man stepping on a chair and slapping the table with excitement. It seemed that what he just said was what he said.
The author Zhang Zhong heard a dark line. Why did he feel that he had walked into a den of thieves? Not to mention setting up a support club, how to set up a support club, it still felt like the Liangshanbo Uprising.
Those who didn't know it thought they were about to fall into the trap of a bandit.
"Ahem." Zhang Junwei coughed lightly, attracting the attention of these people, "A few more friends are here, please welcome them."
After applause for a while, Zhang Junwei arranged for Zhang Zhong and several others to sit down.
There was a small attic on the second floor. The space was not large. Zhang Zhong glanced at it and saw that there were about twenty people in the room.
There is a long table in the room. Everyone gathers around the table just fine, but if someone else comes, it will probably not be able to fit in.
"First of all, as the host, I would like to welcome everyone. Good afternoon everyone."
"good afternoon."
"Hello, boss."
Zhang Junwei clapped his hands and smiled, "Then, let's thank Boss Tong. This book club is fully sponsored by Boss Tong."
After he said that, the young man who had just been so impassioned stood up and bowed to everyone, looking humble.