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Chapter 67 The Cabin
Chapter 67 The Cabin
The melodious sound of the erhu was left behind by Zhang Zhong, and the trance in the sea of chrysanthemums just now made him feel a little unclear.
After returning home, Zhang Zhong sat in the study and read a book for a while.His current study is very empty, only a few books he bought before are placed on the table.
He thought that in the past two days he had some money to buy a bookcase and buy some books, at least to make the study look like a study.
Last month's manuscript fee was still a little less, not enough for the down payment of a house, and now the house is not his, and he doesn't want to move easily.
In fact, last month's manuscript fee should have been more, except that "Ten Little Indian Boys" was a free model before, and it only started charging in October.
If "Ten Little Indian Boys" had set fees at that time, the manuscript fee might have doubled last month.
A few days ago, Zhang Zhong wanted to tell Pengpeng some bedtime stories. Recalling the stories of the earth is a bit of a brain-intensive exercise, so Zhang Zhong wanted to tell Pengpeng some stories about this world. At home, he searched for a few books. Inspiration, but only found a copy of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".
Liao Zhai is pretty good, but it’s not suitable for Peng Peng.
Pengpeng also has some story books, but they are all picture albums with few words.
There are some amazing coincidences between the two worlds, just like the "Liao Zhai" in Zhang Zhong's hand, there are two worlds, and the content is almost the same. The most important thing is that the author is called Pu Songling.
After flipping through Liaozhai for a while, the phone on the table vibrated.Zhang Zhong picked it up and saw that it was Fang Xingkai's call.
"Hey, good morning, Editor-in-Chief Fang." Zhang Zhong already knew about Fang Xingkai's promotion to Deputy Editor-in-Chief, so he called him that.
Fang Xingkai smiled, "Mr. Zhang, congratulations."
Zhang Chong wondered, "Where does joy come from?"
"Ms. Zhang, have you heard of the Old Academy Literature Award?" Fang Xingkai asked.
"never heard of that."
Zhang Zhong on the phone shook his head. He only knew four well-known literary awards in China, Wei Jin Award, Pu Songling Award, Luo Guanzhong Award and Huaxia Literature Award.
As for the Old Academy Literary Award, he had never heard of it.
Zhang Zhong's reaction seemed to be within Fang Xingkai's expectation, Fang Xingkai laughed and said, "This award was only established a few years ago, and it's just the third edition this year, and the awarding location is fixed in Shanghai."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Mr. Zhang, you have won an award."
"Which novel?" Zhang Zhong was not interested in the old academy's literary award. According to Fang Xingkai's words, this was a pheasant award.
"It's Chameleon, which won a second prize."
second prize?Zhang Zhong didn't expect that "Chameleon" was awarded the second prize by a pheasant award, which surprised him, "Which works have the first prize?"
Fang Xingkai quickly said, "Mr. Zhang, you may not understand it. In fact, like this kind of award, the second prize is better. After all, this is a small award with a generous bonus. The first prize is 50 yuan, the second prize is [-] yuan, and the first two prizes The first prize of the year is determined by default, and everyone knows that it’s pissing, so most people will look at the second prize when they see this award.”
Now when you look at the awards, you don’t look at the first prize but the second prize?Zhang Zhong did not expect that the water for the literary award would be quite deep.
However, he could also understand that the award set such a high bonus for the first prize, naturally hoping that others would pay attention to their award, but they didn't want to really give away so much money, so they made some small tricks.
This kind of award cannot be achieved.
In fact, most of the awards that come to you suddenly like this are not very good. The normal literary awards have a strict selection system. Many awards require individuals or publishing houses to submit works, not an audition mechanism.
"The 2 yuan, do you want me to collect it myself?"
This award can make Zhang Zhong a little bit interested, and there is only the 2 yuan, but if he wants to accept the award by himself, the 2 yuan is not worth it.
"No, if you don't want to collect it, Mr. Zhang, we will send someone to help you collect it, and then 2 yuan will be transferred directly to your bank card." Fang Xingkai said.
"Well, I'll trouble you then."
"No trouble, no trouble, the award ceremony will be next weekend, and I will notify you after receiving the award."
"it is good."
In fact, Surging Literature did not find it troublesome. For them, helping the author to accept the award was in their own favor. At least it would allow Surging Literature to show its face.
Although the Old Academy Award is a small award, it's not bad to be able to hold an award ceremony. It's better than nothing if the mosquito's leg is chopped off.
This is Zhang Zhong's first literary award, but it has no commemorative significance. After all, it is still a second prize, and many people probably won't even read it.
In fact, his first reaction just now was that he wanted to refuse the award. After all, this kind of small award will be awarded to himself, and he may still have the intention of gaining popularity. The 2 yuan is the compensation for the enthusiasm.
In this way, [-] is less.
But then I thought that I didn't need to be so sensitive. If others want to rub off on my popularity, let him do it. Readers are not fools, so they can naturally see the urgency of this award.
There may be many more awards of this kind in the future, and he can't refuse every one he offers.
Besides, even if it is rejected, people may make big news, after all, the matter of refusing an award is more interesting than accepting an award.
After hanging up on Fang Xingkai's phone call, Zhang Zhong didn't look at Liaozhai anymore, he was going to look online to see if there was any good design plan that could make Pengpeng's house look better.
Of course, it is not a major renovation. If it is a major renovation, it will take time just for the renovation, and it will not be possible to live in it in a short time after the renovation is completed.
He looked around on the Internet and found a good thing.
It is a small wooden house, just enough to wrap the bed, that is to say, in Peng Peng’s bedroom, I made a small wooden house, which can be decorated at will, and many things can be placed on it, such as dolls What.
The price is not expensive, the cheap ones only cost thousands of dollars, and the more expensive ones cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Cheap ones are of course not very good, both in appearance and quality are much inferior to expensive ones.
Zhang Zhong contacted one of the Jiangyang local decoration companies specializing in this kind of indoor small house decoration on the Internet. The other party said that if it didn't have its own special design, it could be installed in half a day.
Their materials are all prepared in advance, just need to be combined.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Zhong chose a satisfactory design, and then paid directly for them to come and install it in the afternoon.
The decoration company didn't brag. It took less than three hours for a few workers to build a warm and beautiful log cabin.
At first Zhang Zhong still had doubts about the stability of the wooden house, but when he jumped up to the second floor and found that the wooden house was not moving at all, he was completely relieved.
After the workers left, Zhang Zhong put all the dolls he had bought for Peng Peng on the small grid of the wooden house one by one.
Among them are bears, dolls, ducklings... and two little pigs, Mao Mao.
I have to say that the dolls are really expensive, and the two little pigs Maomao cost more than 1000 yuan.
Thanks to [gentle and elegant Zhou Xiansen] for the 500 reward
Thanks to [darkness Star] for the 1000 reward
Group number: 751029784
(End of this chapter)
The melodious sound of the erhu was left behind by Zhang Zhong, and the trance in the sea of chrysanthemums just now made him feel a little unclear.
After returning home, Zhang Zhong sat in the study and read a book for a while.His current study is very empty, only a few books he bought before are placed on the table.
He thought that in the past two days he had some money to buy a bookcase and buy some books, at least to make the study look like a study.
Last month's manuscript fee was still a little less, not enough for the down payment of a house, and now the house is not his, and he doesn't want to move easily.
In fact, last month's manuscript fee should have been more, except that "Ten Little Indian Boys" was a free model before, and it only started charging in October.
If "Ten Little Indian Boys" had set fees at that time, the manuscript fee might have doubled last month.
A few days ago, Zhang Zhong wanted to tell Pengpeng some bedtime stories. Recalling the stories of the earth is a bit of a brain-intensive exercise, so Zhang Zhong wanted to tell Pengpeng some stories about this world. At home, he searched for a few books. Inspiration, but only found a copy of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".
Liao Zhai is pretty good, but it’s not suitable for Peng Peng.
Pengpeng also has some story books, but they are all picture albums with few words.
There are some amazing coincidences between the two worlds, just like the "Liao Zhai" in Zhang Zhong's hand, there are two worlds, and the content is almost the same. The most important thing is that the author is called Pu Songling.
After flipping through Liaozhai for a while, the phone on the table vibrated.Zhang Zhong picked it up and saw that it was Fang Xingkai's call.
"Hey, good morning, Editor-in-Chief Fang." Zhang Zhong already knew about Fang Xingkai's promotion to Deputy Editor-in-Chief, so he called him that.
Fang Xingkai smiled, "Mr. Zhang, congratulations."
Zhang Chong wondered, "Where does joy come from?"
"Ms. Zhang, have you heard of the Old Academy Literature Award?" Fang Xingkai asked.
"never heard of that."
Zhang Zhong on the phone shook his head. He only knew four well-known literary awards in China, Wei Jin Award, Pu Songling Award, Luo Guanzhong Award and Huaxia Literature Award.
As for the Old Academy Literary Award, he had never heard of it.
Zhang Zhong's reaction seemed to be within Fang Xingkai's expectation, Fang Xingkai laughed and said, "This award was only established a few years ago, and it's just the third edition this year, and the awarding location is fixed in Shanghai."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Mr. Zhang, you have won an award."
"Which novel?" Zhang Zhong was not interested in the old academy's literary award. According to Fang Xingkai's words, this was a pheasant award.
"It's Chameleon, which won a second prize."
second prize?Zhang Zhong didn't expect that "Chameleon" was awarded the second prize by a pheasant award, which surprised him, "Which works have the first prize?"
Fang Xingkai quickly said, "Mr. Zhang, you may not understand it. In fact, like this kind of award, the second prize is better. After all, this is a small award with a generous bonus. The first prize is 50 yuan, the second prize is [-] yuan, and the first two prizes The first prize of the year is determined by default, and everyone knows that it’s pissing, so most people will look at the second prize when they see this award.”
Now when you look at the awards, you don’t look at the first prize but the second prize?Zhang Zhong did not expect that the water for the literary award would be quite deep.
However, he could also understand that the award set such a high bonus for the first prize, naturally hoping that others would pay attention to their award, but they didn't want to really give away so much money, so they made some small tricks.
This kind of award cannot be achieved.
In fact, most of the awards that come to you suddenly like this are not very good. The normal literary awards have a strict selection system. Many awards require individuals or publishing houses to submit works, not an audition mechanism.
"The 2 yuan, do you want me to collect it myself?"
This award can make Zhang Zhong a little bit interested, and there is only the 2 yuan, but if he wants to accept the award by himself, the 2 yuan is not worth it.
"No, if you don't want to collect it, Mr. Zhang, we will send someone to help you collect it, and then 2 yuan will be transferred directly to your bank card." Fang Xingkai said.
"Well, I'll trouble you then."
"No trouble, no trouble, the award ceremony will be next weekend, and I will notify you after receiving the award."
"it is good."
In fact, Surging Literature did not find it troublesome. For them, helping the author to accept the award was in their own favor. At least it would allow Surging Literature to show its face.
Although the Old Academy Award is a small award, it's not bad to be able to hold an award ceremony. It's better than nothing if the mosquito's leg is chopped off.
This is Zhang Zhong's first literary award, but it has no commemorative significance. After all, it is still a second prize, and many people probably won't even read it.
In fact, his first reaction just now was that he wanted to refuse the award. After all, this kind of small award will be awarded to himself, and he may still have the intention of gaining popularity. The 2 yuan is the compensation for the enthusiasm.
In this way, [-] is less.
But then I thought that I didn't need to be so sensitive. If others want to rub off on my popularity, let him do it. Readers are not fools, so they can naturally see the urgency of this award.
There may be many more awards of this kind in the future, and he can't refuse every one he offers.
Besides, even if it is rejected, people may make big news, after all, the matter of refusing an award is more interesting than accepting an award.
After hanging up on Fang Xingkai's phone call, Zhang Zhong didn't look at Liaozhai anymore, he was going to look online to see if there was any good design plan that could make Pengpeng's house look better.
Of course, it is not a major renovation. If it is a major renovation, it will take time just for the renovation, and it will not be possible to live in it in a short time after the renovation is completed.
He looked around on the Internet and found a good thing.
It is a small wooden house, just enough to wrap the bed, that is to say, in Peng Peng’s bedroom, I made a small wooden house, which can be decorated at will, and many things can be placed on it, such as dolls What.
The price is not expensive, the cheap ones only cost thousands of dollars, and the more expensive ones cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Cheap ones are of course not very good, both in appearance and quality are much inferior to expensive ones.
Zhang Zhong contacted one of the Jiangyang local decoration companies specializing in this kind of indoor small house decoration on the Internet. The other party said that if it didn't have its own special design, it could be installed in half a day.
Their materials are all prepared in advance, just need to be combined.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Zhong chose a satisfactory design, and then paid directly for them to come and install it in the afternoon.
The decoration company didn't brag. It took less than three hours for a few workers to build a warm and beautiful log cabin.
At first Zhang Zhong still had doubts about the stability of the wooden house, but when he jumped up to the second floor and found that the wooden house was not moving at all, he was completely relieved.
After the workers left, Zhang Zhong put all the dolls he had bought for Peng Peng on the small grid of the wooden house one by one.
Among them are bears, dolls, ducklings... and two little pigs, Mao Mao.
I have to say that the dolls are really expensive, and the two little pigs Maomao cost more than 1000 yuan.
Thanks to [gentle and elegant Zhou Xiansen] for the 500 reward
Thanks to [darkness Star] for the 1000 reward
Group number: 751029784
(End of this chapter)
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