Zhang Zhong scratched his head, when had he seen an elf?
"Dad has such a bad memory. Didn't the elf give me a little house?"
Only then did Zhang Zhong remember what the elf was. At that time, he did tell Pengpeng that the little house was a gift from the elf.
"But you haven't seen an elf before, how do you know that an elf is like this?"
"That's what the elf looks like. When I was dreaming, she came to play with me." Pengpeng pinched her waist and said firmly.
Zhang Zhong rubbed his head and could only say, "Maybe the person who gave you a house is not the same person in your dream, so dad didn't recognize it."
"Oh, that's right."
Xu Yuhan asked Peng Peng the elf last time, so she knew what was going on. Now listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, she couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing. It seems that even great writers are like ordinary people in front of children.
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As for Peng Peng's mother, Xu Yuhan never asked. She had some guesses in her mind, but she was never sure. It was also because of such speculation that she never asked, fearing that it would make Peng Peng sad.
After leaving Meng Mu's Xiaozhu, Peng Peng put her arms around Zhang Zhong's neck and lay on his shoulders. On the way, Zhang Zhong suddenly received a call from Shen Jian.
"Teacher Zhang, are you awake?"
Zhang Zhong tilted his head and looked at Peng Peng, who was yawning in his arms, and said, "What's the matter?"
Hearing Zhang Zhong's tone, Shen Jian said directly without any ink, "A friend wants to see you, and I want to ask what you mean."
"Meet me?" Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows. The person who could make Shen Jian call and talk about this was definitely not an ordinary friend, "Who?"
Shen Jian said: "Wen Jinjiang, do you know Mr. Zhang?"
"Of course I know, he wants to see me?"
"Well, even this guy, I didn't expect that he got a call today and told me this. As you know, I can't afford to offend him, but I still have to ask Teacher Zhang what you mean about this matter. If you are willing,
, I will act as an intermediary to make arrangements tomorrow. If you are not willing, I will reject him directly. He is not unreasonable. After all, you are in a special situation now." Shen Jian said.
Zhang Dian nodded, thinking about this matter in his mind.
Wen Jinjiang, of course, he knew that among the fifth generation of Chinese directors, Zhang Zhong’s favorite was this one. This dragon usually never sees the beginning and the end, and never does publicity, but every few years when he releases a movie, he doesn’t do it.
Let the fans down.
He wants to find himself... The only connection Zhang Zhong can think of between him and Wen Jinjiang is the adaptation of the novel.
But making an appointment with him directly, and through Shen Jian, this shouldn't be Wen Jinjiang's way of doing things.
As a director, it is said that he is still an executive and director of Huayi Entertainment Co., Ltd. Even if he is interested in one of his novels, he should contact them through the copyright owner, even if they don't know who has the rights to adapt it.
There, the first thing you should look for is the agitative literature that published this book.
Looking for yourself through Shen Jian is more personal no matter how you look at it.
But no matter what, Zhang Zhong does not object to meeting director Wen Jinjiang, and with Shen Jian as the intermediary, going to meet him is a good thing for all parties.
It's just about time. Zhang Zhong said into the phone, "It's okay to meet, but can we change the time?"
Shen Jian wondered, "When the other party mentioned this time, they specifically mentioned it. It's not that they are domineering, but because the literary director will leave for Longjiang Province the day after tomorrow. Their company has a project. He promised to go before and will come back next time.
If so, it will probably take a few months. Teacher Zhang, do you have anything urgent to do tomorrow?"
Zhang Zhong looked at Peng Peng, who was already asleep in his arms. He had nothing important to do tomorrow, but he just wanted to spend more time with Peng Peng at home.
After thinking for a while, he made a decision and said to Shen Jian, "Okay, let's just meet you, me, and Director Wen. I don't really want anyone else here."
Shen Jian smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, don't worry about this, I will arrange it."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhong hugged his daughter upward to make her more comfortable.
He planned to take his daughter there when he went to see Wen Jinjiang tomorrow. There weren't many people anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. When he met Fang Xingkai last time, Peng Peng was also there, giving her something to eat and drink. She promised to compete. All good.
"dad."
Zhang Zhong was startled, his daughter had woken up? But he tilted his head and looked, and saw that the girl was still sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
"Dad, the elf￥%￥%...￥...￥%..."
Pengpeng still closed his eyes and said a lot of words, but Zhang Zhong only understood the first few words.
Zhang Zhong smiled, it turned out that she was talking in her sleep.
It seems to be talking about the elf. Maybe her elf friend went to look for her in the dream again.
After returning home, Zhang Zhong was originally going to put Pengpeng on the bed to let her sleep, but his mother Hu Huifang refused to let her take a bath.
Pengpeng slept really deeply. Her grandma undressed, bathed, and dressed her, all with her eyes closed.
By the time Hu Huifang put Pengpeng into Zhang Zhong's arms, the little guy was still sleeping soundly and seemed not to be affected at all.
Maybe this has happened many times before, and she may be used to taking a shower while sleeping.
Zhang Zhong put Pengpeng on the bed, kissed her little face, and then closed the pink curtain.
There was no need to tell her a bedtime story tonight, so Zhang Zhong was more relaxed. After taking a bath himself, he went to the study to continue working.
"I Am a Fortune Teller" is still being created, and the general story has been revealed, but some of the details still require careful study by Zhang Zhong.
Including some formulas in the book, he had to constantly check the evidence to ensure that what he wrote would not be too distorted.
Hu Huifang and Zhang Xingjun were watching TV in the living room. It could be seen that they had become accustomed to the tens of thousands of yuan sofa in their home. They were no longer as cautious as before. This could be seen from Zhang Xingjun's feet resting on the coffee table. .
No matter how expensive something is, it will remain the same after being used for a long time, so it will be more expensive in the beginning.
Dad has been working on his canteen during this time. Compared with before, his canteen business has improved a lot, but his publicity costs are a bit high, and the books he sends out are worth a lot of money.
After "Ten Little Indian Boys" came out two days ago, he bought fifty more copies as prizes for events.
However, Zhang Xingjun also kept an eye out. He had also heard about the hardcover edition, so he unpacked the book after buying it and searched all over the book, but there was not even a hardcover edition.
He knew that the most expensive postcard sold online was more than 20,000 yuan, so he encouraged Zhang Zhong to write a few more to him and sell them for another sum of money.
Of course, Zhang Zhong didn't agree to him. He could indeed make money by writing postcards, but he wouldn't make much, and it would also disrupt the marketing of Provocative Literature, so the gains outweighed the losses.
In order to get his father to give up this idea, Zhang Zhong told him how much money he could make after publishing his two books, and Zhang Xingjun never mentioned it again.