Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 41
Jingle Bell--

Mr. Wu, who was talking to Zhang Zhong, heard the bell and looked up at the school gate. Then he felt something was wrong. The voice didn't seem to come from inside the school.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Zhong again, only to see that Zhang Zhong took out the old man's mobile phone from his pocket, and then suddenly realized that it was not the bell for the end of get out of class but Zhang Zhong's mobile phone.

Mr. Wu glanced at Zhang Zhong strangely, this young man is too frugal, is he still using this kind of phone for the elderly?
He himself is in his early 60s and has already used a smartphone. After all, smartphones are very convenient no matter what he does now.

Zhang Zhong took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was Jiangyang's local landline number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Vegetable in the fifth grade?" The other party heard the voice of a middle-aged man.

Calling out his pen name in one gulp, it seems that he came to him because of the book.If I can find my number, I must have looked for "Agitation Literature", only they have the number of "Fifth Grade Vegetative".

"Well, who are you?"

"Hello, I'm Shen Jian from Nanhuai Sandstorm Culture Development Co., Ltd. I don't know if you've heard my name." Shen Jian said very modestly, but he was very confident in his heart. He believed that the other party should know him After all, I have appeared in the CCTV Spring Festival Gala for four consecutive years.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhang Zhong on the phone thought for a while and said, "Sorry, please forgive my ignorance."

……

Zhang Chong really hadn't heard of it, and he even thought about it, but he didn't even have the impression of the Fengsha Culture Development Co., Ltd.

Shen Jian paused and said, "I was the one who was abrupt, so let me introduce myself. I am an artist from Fengsha Company. I found you this time for the right to adapt your work "Chameleon"."

"Adapted Chameleon? What should I change to such a short story?"

If Zhang Zhong knew about Shen Jian, he wouldn't have asked this question.Shen Jian is a comedian who has suddenly become popular in recent years. He has appeared in the CCTV Spring Festival Gala four times in a row, and each time he performed well, making the audience talk about it.

And the programs he performed on the Spring Festival Gala four times, without exception, were all sketches.

"That's right, we want to modify a sketch."

Zhang nodded emphatically, and changed it to a sketch, so the length is reasonable.

"Well, yes, I—Mr. Shen, wait a moment, I have something to do here, and I will call you later."

Zhang Zhong was about to discuss the adaptation with the other party, when the school bell rang suddenly, and he hurriedly hung up the phone.

Uncle Wu watched from the side, and said with a smile, "You don't have to be in such a hurry, it will probably take a few minutes for them to come out."

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "It's not something important."

"That's true. The sky is big and the earth is big, and the child is the biggest." Uncle Wu said with a smile, thinking that his son would be half as enlightened as Xiao Zhang.

"Uncle Wu, have you heard of Shen Jian?" Zhang Chong asked, the other party's tone was a little confident, maybe Uncle Wu knew him.

"Shen Jian...oh, you are talking about that Shen Jianren, right? I know, why don't I know, he goes to the Spring Festival Gala every year."

Shen Jianren?Zhang Chong raised his eyebrows strangely. Could it be that he had heard wrong, or that Uncle Wu had made a mistake and was not alone at all?

"Oh, it's Shen Jian. He is called Shen Jianren in the sketch, and everyone calls him Jianren Jianren. You said Shen Jian just now, but I didn't realize it for a while."

It turns out that this is the case. It seems that his role is quite popular, and the audience has forgotten his real name.

Having been to the Spring Festival Gala four times in a row, it’s no wonder that there was a sense of confidence in the tone of his introduction just now. He probably didn’t expect that he had been lying in bed for the past five years and never watched the Spring Festival Gala at all.

"What's the matter, don't tell me that it was Shen Jian who called you just now." Uncle Wu looked at Zhang Zhong with great interest.

Zhang nodded, "He said he is Shen Jian from Fengsha Company."

"That's probably a scam call. Didn't someone receive a message a few days ago, and the other party claimed that Qin Shihuang asked him to send money? Anyway, just ignore him."

Zhang Zhong didn't say yes or no. At this time, Pengpeng had already walked to the door. Seeing her father, she rushed over at a trot, and Zhang Zhong easily held her in his arms.

"Father, I'm so hungry." Pengpeng said pitifully with one arm around Zhang Zhong's shoulder and the other hand stroking his belly.

Zhang Zhong waved his hand, "Let's go home and have dinner."

He turned to Uncle Wu again and said, "Let's go first."

"Well, go back early... Remember to ignore him for scam calls."

"Got it."

……

"Dad, what are we having for lunch today?"

"Eat meat." Zhang Zhong also wanted to give his daughter the name of the dish, but his ability did not allow it.

When he left, he sat the pork rib soup and the steamed pork on the stove. It is estimated that they should be almost the same when he goes back, and he will cook two more vegetarian dishes.

In fact, people are not at home, and it is not safe to stew on the stove, but Zhang Zhong can't take care of so much, so he can only do this if he wants to eat some hard dishes.

Pengpeng is very easy to be satisfied, when he heard about eating meat, he licked his tongue, and almost came out.

It is estimated that with just two words of meat, she can make up a recipe in her head.

Peng Peng is a carnivore, this is up to him.

When they got home, the father and daughter delivered food to Zhang Xingjun after eating, and then sent them to the kindergarten after Pengpeng finished sleeping.

After returning home from kindergarten, Zhang Zhong remembered about Shen Jian.

He called back, and after one ring, the call was connected.

"Hello, hello."

Shen Jian suppressed his voice, trying not to look so eager.

But in fact, he has been anxious for a long time, there is no need to be in a hurry, the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala will be held at the end of this month, and it is already on the [-]th, so there is not much time left for them.

They started preparing the skit for the gala two months ago, but when it came to the third round, Shen Jian still felt that there was something wrong with the skit. He summed it up himself, it was more than funny, but not enough humanistic thinking.

Sketches are also works of art, not just funny, especially works for evening parties.

It's just that if you want to overthrow the script and start over, it will definitely take a lot of time. If you don't prepare it before the party, then their brand of wind and sand will be ruined.

At this moment, he saw "Chameleon", and was immediately attracted by this short story. Isn't this an excellent book?
Not only does it have humorous elements, but it also reflects profound social problems. The most important thing is that Huaxia Minbao reposted it. Apart from other things, it is politically correct to act this out.

Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows on the phone. Although Shen Jian's emotional control was already very good, Zhang Zhong still heard a hint of eagerness.

Besides, answering the phone so quickly completely exposed his anxiety. I'm afraid he has been standing by the phone since he hung up the phone before. This is a landline.

　Thanks to [Canterbury] and [once like a moss on a cobblestone] for their rewards
　　
　
(End of this chapter)