"I recommend Zhang Junwei to be the president of our Jiangyang Support Association."
What Zhang Zhong didn't expect was that Tong Can had been yelling for a long time and wanted to make wedding clothes for Zhang Junwei.
It seems that I have underestimated Tong Can, he is not as reckless as he seems.
If he proposes to be the president, others will agree to it, but they will probably complain in their hearts. After all, given his age, although the support club is not a formal organization, it is led by a young boy.
A few people will be convinced.
Furthermore, being the president of the president means you have a lot to do, and you may not be able to please someone if you are too busy.
"I think it's feasible. I'll be the first to agree to Boss Zhang becoming the president."
"Yes, yes, this book club was also organized by Boss Zhang. Without him, we would not have met together."
"Yeah, I think that's fine too."
…
Tong Can's suggestion was quickly echoed by everyone. Zhang Junwei was a little embarrassed and said: "I'm just a small shop owner and can't carry such a heavy burden. I think it's better to let Tong Can do it.
He also proposed the support club."
Zhang Junwei is not only modest, he really feels that he cannot be the president. He also has a small shop to take care of and is unable to do all the work.
As for Tong Can, he is still a college student, so he has more time, and his family is in good condition, which is beneficial to the development of the fan club.
But Tong Can smiled and said: "Jun Weiwei, don't worry. Once you become the president, I, as your younger brother, will definitely support you unconditionally in all aspects. Don't be afraid of delaying the business of the bookstore. Wait until our support club gets started.
Now, are you still worried about running out of business?"
Tong Can didn't say it directly, but the meaning of his words was very clear. Let Zhang Junwei just do it, and he would definitely provide financial support.
"Yes, Boss Zhang, please don't refuse. We all like Green Field Bookstore. In the future, support activities will be held here, and everyone will feel comfortable."
"That is to say, at this time, we should do our part."
"Don't worry, Boss Zhang. From now on I will only come to your house for tea. After all, this is where our president is."
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Everyone was cheering, but Zhang Junwei half-heartedly agreed, "Thank you for your support. I will definitely live up to everyone's expectations. In the future, as long as you are a member of our support club, you will receive a 20% discount on tea at the shop."
"That's good."
"Thank you in advance, President."
"The president will be great!"
After confirming the president, Zhang Junwei quickly stepped into the role and nominated Tong Can as the vice president with a smile. Everyone had no objections and it was decided.
After the personnel appointments were completed, the discussion about the name of the support club began.
The name "Fifth Grade Vegetative Person Jiangyang Support Club" didn't sound good, so everyone wanted to change it. As for what to change, everyone didn't agree on what to change.
"I think we'll call it the Jiangyang Club of the Fifth Grade Vegetarian Book Club. What do you think?"
"It sounds like it's not as good as the previous one. I think the pen name of Fifth Grade Vegetative Person won't be used for too long. How about calling it Zhang Qianli Book Club?"
"Is the author's real name Zhang Qianli? Is this news confirmed?"
"I guessed it too."
"That's it, maybe the author will change his name in a few days."
Everyone was talking to each other, but there was no definite plan. Finally, Zhang Junwei said, "You don't have to add the author's name. I think it's called Jieyou Book Club. After all, this is the first place for fifth-grade vegetative people."
A book is very memorable, and we all got to know each other because of this book."
Zhang Junwei is also a little selfish, he really likes this book.
As soon as this proposal came out, everyone looked at each other and thought it was pretty good.
Zhang Zhong remained silent beside him. In fact, he was really afraid that these people would study the name Zhang Qianli carefully. If they looked carefully, they might think of the word Zhang Zhong.
In fact, he was overly worried, and it was impossible for ordinary people to think about this.
After the president has been elected and the name has been decided, their book club is truly established.
As the vice president, Tong Can had a new idea at this time. He rubbed his hands and said, "Our book club is going to do something different, and since all of us here are veterans, we also need to have a status symbol. This way
Well, I'll get a batch later... I'll count how many of us there are."
After counting several times, including Zhang Junwei and his wife, there were twenty-four people in total.
"There are twenty-four of us, each with a nameplate. The president and I are No. 1 and No. 2. The others draw lots and draw from the remaining twenty-two numbers. Whatever they draw will be the number. At that time, one number will correspond to one
people."
Zhang Zhong glanced at Tong Can. This kid is quite good at getting things done. Maybe someone in his family is an official, and no matter how bad he is, he is still a unit leader.
Otherwise, Tong Can would not have started to establish class consciousness so quickly, and use this class consciousness to win over people in the unity team.
Of course the nameplate is not valuable, but the number and name engraved on it represent a certain meaning.
Everyone knows that the smaller the number, the better, so when Zhang Junwei brought a small box over, everyone was secretly surprised and wanted to touch a number that was closer to the front.
Numbers 1 and 2 were both arrested by the president and vice-president, and now the smallest number is number 3.
Zhang Zhong didn't care too much. In fact, he didn't even want to draw lots.
However, the result was unpredictable. Those who tried their best to catch the trumpet were not caught, but they were caught by Zhang Zhong, a man with no desires and desires.
Zhang Zhong opened the note in his hand and found a "3".
"Who is No. 3?" Zhang Junwei asked.
Zhang Zhong raised his hand, and everyone else looked at him with envy. Zhang Junwei smiled, walked over and asked Zhang Zhong to sign his name after the number three, so that he could make a nameplate later.
After everyone's numbers were written down, Zhang Junwei said with a smile, "After the reading club is over, everyone will go back and wait for the news. After the nameplate is made, I will bother you to go to the store to pick it up."
Of course everyone said it was not troublesome.
Zhang Zhong looked at the envious glances cast by others from time to time and was speechless. It was just a number, so what?
"Brother Zhang, congratulations." Hu Jingzhi said with a smile.
"Rejoice together and rejoice together."
Hu Jingzhi drew number nine, which was relatively high and an auspicious number.
"I didn't expect that I got the number nine with such a draw. It seems I'm lucky today." Hu Jingzhi seemed very satisfied with the number. He was not too fat, but when he smiled like this, the flesh on his face was piling up.
When he laughed, he could see how exaggerated his smile was.
"The two of us are quite destined. You are three and I am nine. Three three equals nine, hey."
Zhang Zhong rolled his eyes. Comrade Hu Jingzhi had successfully changed his impression of him drastically within an hour.
I thought he was a mature and steady old scholar, but I didn't expect him to be a silly boy with a childlike innocence.