Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

The printing department, which was originally in a bad mood because of busy overtime work, all had satisfied and proud smiles on their faces after receiving the bonus.

At the end of the annual meeting, Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun returned to the company.

As soon as they entered the company, the two of them found an old man with white hair and bright eyes sitting in the company, followed by two young men.

"Hello, I am Liu Chuang, honorary chairman of the Jingzhou Writers Association, and one of the twenty judges for the Mao Dun Literature Award." The old man stood up and extended his right hand kindly.

Honorary Chairman of Jingzhou Writers Association!

One of the twenty judges for the Mao Dun Literature Award!

Li Dazhu was surprised, and then shook hands with him quickly: "Hello, hello, I am Li Dazhu, the chairman of Dazhu Publishing Company."

Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun invited the three of them into the office, and soaked in the excellent and fragrant Dongting Biluochun.

"First of all, congratulations to Dazhu Publishing Company, because you have obtained the great treasure of An Zhiruo Su and "Ordinary World"!"

"Secondly, congratulations to An Zhiruosu. His book "The Ordinary World" won the No.20 Seventh Contradictory Literature Award three months later."

After hearing these two sentences, neither Li Dazhu nor Fang Guokun reacted for a while.

Two people look at me and I look at you.

The three of Liu Chuang didn't say much, because the information was indeed too heavy, and anyone had to react well to it.

After a full 2 ​​minutes!

Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun finally spoke.

"An ordinary world that is peaceful... has won the Mao Dun Literature Award?!"

"Mao Dun Literature Award, isn't that the most authoritative and valuable award in China?"

Liu Chuang nodded: "Yes! Mao Dun Literature Award, the most valuable award!"

Li Dazhu was surprised: "But it seems that the book has only been on the market for about ten days. Has it won the Mao Dun Literature Award?"

Liu Chuang replied: "When the book is written, it has been decided. The literary level, literary depth, and literary value all meet the standards. The most important thing is that it conforms to the current national conditions of our country, and our country needs this kind of book."

Liu Chuang told the two about the specific information and reasons for the award.

But even so, Fang Guokun was still full of vigilance: "You are not liars, are you? You don't ask for money first, do you?"

The three of Liu Chuang were speechless, so they showed the author certificate they carried with them, and said, "Don't worry, I don't want a penny! We just need to contact An Zhiruosu, because the award is awarded to An Zhiruosu."

"Contact An Zhiruosu?"

"Yes! Contact An Zhiruosu."

Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun looked at each other, and finally gave Liu Chuang an unspeakable expression: "But, we don't even know who An Zhiruosu is!"

"Huh? Aren't you the company that publishes "Ordinary World"?"

"Yes!" Li Dazhu nodded.

"Then you didn't keep his ID card when you signed the contract?"

"No..." Li Dazhu shook his head.

Immediately, Li Dazhu directly opened the combination lock of the contract cabinet in the office, and found the contract and envelope of An Zhiruosu.

"This is a letter from An Zhiruosu to our company, you can take a look." Li Dazhu took out the letter from the envelope and handed it to Liu Chuang.

Liu Chuang picked up the letter and read it with squinted eyes.

Before reading it, his expression was normal, but after reading it, his breathing became longer for a few seconds, and his bright eyes were full of disbelief.

"Unbelievable, simply incredible."

"He actually lent you 300 million and even the royalties are kept by you for the time being! But there is no contact information in this letter."

"Does he not want anyone to contact him?"

Li Dazhu nodded: "Maybe it is true."

Liu Chuang's brows were furrowed, and he murmured, "But if he can't be contacted, who should we award the award to?"

The atmosphere in the room was deadlocked.

Just when several people were at a loss, the young man who came with Liu Chuang said: "There is no letter, but the sender's address and phone number are on the envelope."

His words immediately shocked everyone present.

Chapter 86 I'll kill you little bastard! (Happy New Year!)

Fortunately, Li Dazhu didn't throw away the envelope at that time.

Everyone quickly checked and found that the address and phone number on the envelope were still there, and they were relatively clear: "Fengshun Express at the intersection of Yongfa Road and Anning Road in Hezhou, phone number: 177..."

"Call, call!" Liu Chuang said while picking up his mobile phone and dialing the number on the envelope.

Soon, over there answered.

"Hi Fengshun Express."

"Eh? Are you from Fengshun Express?"

"Yes, are you going to send an express mail?"

"No, it's okay, thank you."

Liu Chuang hung up the phone with an ugly expression: "An Zhiruosu is completely on guard against us, the mailing address and phone number are all express phone numbers."

When everyone was at a loss, the young man spoke again: "In this case, let's go directly to the courier site to find the courier and ask the courier!"

The way, it seems, can only be like this.

It happened that the company was on holiday, and both Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun were from Hezhou, so they decided to accompany Liu Chuang to Hezhou.

The group of five landed by plane and took a taxi to the express address on the envelope.

After some inquiries, the five found the owner of the phone, that is, the courier who received the package, a young man with a dull expression.

Liu Chuang took out the envelope and handed it to the courier, and asked the courier if he had any impression of the letter.

The courier didn't want to say it, but Li Dazhu immediately stuffed a 200 yuan red envelope. The courier said no, but he still let the money into his pocket, and then said: "You said the person who sent this letter, I remember it clearly!"

"Other people always write the sending address when they send letters. This guy told me that he didn't want others to know, so he asked me to write the address. So I have an impression!"