Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 85 Is it human? (14 ask for votes)

Zhang Zhong was also on Weiyu today, but when he was on it, the news about himself hadn't yet become popular. After all, even if the news of an [-]th-rate entertainment newspaper is so popular that everyone else has read it, it will take time. .

If he had seen the news about himself before, he would naturally not come to Green Field Bookstore again.

Now that the matter has come out, Zhang Zhong can only accept it calmly, looking at the stunned Zhang Junwei and his wife, he said, "Now I won't stay here for long, if you want to sign, you can bring the book now, if you don't if……"

"Yes, yes, I'll get it now."

At this time, Zhang Junwei reacted quickly. After speaking, he ran to the bookshelf like a monkey, and took the two copies of "Jieyou Grocery Store" that were originally on the display shelf.

When picking up these two books, Zhang Junwei couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met Zhang Zhong. At that time, Zhang Zhongzhong bought these two books, but he didn't sell them.

The world was changing too fast, and as soon as I turned my head, I offered these two books for him to sign.

Zhang Zhong took two books, quickly signed his name, and then pointed to the nameplate on Zhang Junwei's hand, "Why don't you give this to me?"

"This?" Zhang Junwei showed embarrassment.

Zhang Zhong had drawn the number 3 before, and everyone congratulated him, but now the 3 feels dazzling, especially when he thinks that he is a 1.

"How about I change it for you later?"

Zhang Zhong shook his head and smiled, "No, it's also a fate."

"Then... alright." Zhang Junwei gave the nameplate to Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong took the nameplate and looked at it. This nameplate is quite quality, and it must not be cheap. The number on it is "00000003".

He couldn't help laughing, the book club now has only 24 members. Unexpectedly, Zhang Junwei and the others have a lot of ambitions. According to this number, the book club can receive nearly [-] million people at most.

Zhang Zhong smiled at Zhang Junwei and the others, "Let's go first, see you when we have a chance."

After speaking, he turned and left.

After leaving the Green Field Bookstore, he walked around the shopping mall, first bought a pair of black-rimmed glasses without lenses, and then bought a peaked cap for a little camouflage.

There was only one photo in the news that was not very clear. Most people would not recognize themselves after seeing it, but Zhang Zhong still felt that it was better to be careful.

Putting on a good camouflage, when Zhang Zhong returned to the painting club, Peng Peng was still drawing seriously, so he ran to the corner of the rest area and sat with his head bowed. The other parents glanced at him and then looked at the phone again.

After Pengpeng finished painting, he was stunned when he saw him, as if he didn't recognize him all at once, and then he called out, "Dad, why do you wear glasses?"

At this time, the other parents were gone. Zhang Zhong held his daughter in his arms and said with a smile, "Is Dad's hat nice?"

"Hats look good, glasses don't."

Pengpeng stretched out two fingers to poke the frame of the mirror, and passed through it all at once. Pengpeng was startled, "There is no piece of glass."

Zhang Zhong didn't explain too much to his daughter, he hugged her and greeted Xu Yuhan before going back.

Xu Yuhan looked at Zhang Zhong's back from behind, a little strange, what happened to Zhang's father today, this peaked cap and black-rimmed glasses are not his style at all.

It still looks good as usual, Xu Yuhan shook her head, turned around and prepared to tidy up the studio. This is the last class of the day, and she will go home after tidying up.

Recently, the studio has accepted more and more students, her courses have become more and more dense, and people are getting busier, but this kind of busy life is what she wants, so she doesn't feel tired.

She is not afraid of losing money, but she also does not want to lose money. Now there is still some left over from the monthly tuition fees minus rent and other expenses.

After tidying up the studio, she dragged her tired body back home, lazily threw her body on the sofa, and swiped her phone.

After brushing for a while, she bounced off the sofa as if she had been shocked by electricity.

Is that him?
She quickly found out the book that Zhang Zhong left behind at that time, because she had already read the book on the Internet, so she didn't read it after Zhang Zhong sent it to her, and kept it on the bookshelf.

But, picking up this book now, what is she expecting?
This is just a book, just because he said it casually at that time, he just gave it away.

However, in Xu Yuhan's heart, there was an expectation that she couldn't figure out.

The pages of the book were turned, and the black characters on the last page caught Xu Yuhan's attention.

It's really him!

Xu Yuhan sat back on the sofa blankly, as if she had lost her soul.

……

After Zhang Chong returned home, Hu Huifang and the others were also very surprised by his attire. He probably explained a few words to his parents.

Hu Huifang said, "Then you can't go out from now on?"

"It's not such an exaggeration. Under normal circumstances, no one would recognize me." Zhang Zhong pointed to the hat and glasses again: "Besides, don't you still have them."

Zhang Xingjun nodded at the side, "Don't even mention it, put on a hat and glasses, I wouldn't even dare to recognize you on the road."

The main thing is that there is only one photo that I exposed, which is not very clear. After seeing it, most people can only leave some impressions, and it is impossible to recognize him on the road.

As long as there are no more photos and images of himself to be revealed in a few days, no one will be able to recognize him after the heat of the matter subsides.

Besides, as long as I don't stand up and admit to the news on the Internet, I can't take it seriously. It won't be long before the limelight will naturally pass.

……

Things were really as Zhang Chong thought. After a few days, after the limelight passed, there was almost no news related to his identity information on the Internet.

His new book "Murder on the Orient Express" has been written two days ago, but it has not been released, and he also wants his news to slowly settle down.

He also turned a blind eye to a lot of comments in the book review area and Weiyu asking him about the news.

He personally, including Surging Literature, has never made any response, no clarification, no denial, and this cold treatment has achieved very good results.

In the middle, Shen Jian also called to apologize, saying that Zhang Zhong was exposed because of his own carelessness, and Zhang Zhong comforted him a few words so that he would not feel guilty.

The contract for the adaptation of "The Necklace" has already been signed, and Zhang Zhong took [-] yuan for the adaptation fee. Since it is a non-proprietary book and it is a short story, the adaptation fee will not be too high.

Fifty thousand is better than nothing to Zhang Zhong.

More than half a month later, Zhang Zhong sat in front of the computer, opened his Surging Literature account, selected a new work, and typed in the words "Murder on the Orient Express" in the title column.

After the new work was completed, he pasted another chapter on it.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when the work was newly created, and Duan Qiao had already left work, but he still received the news of the review of the new book as soon as possible.

He was originally managing the book review area of ​​Zhang Zhong's several books. When he saw the news, he was shocked. He clicked the approval button first, and then clicked into the new book to read.

When Zhang Zhong originally posted a chapter and was about to go to bed, he did not expect that in just a few tens of seconds, a message of approval would be sent from the background.

"Is the review of Surging Literature conducted by humans?" Zhang Zhong couldn't help muttering.

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