Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 77 Reading Club ([-]rd update)
Of course, "I'm a Fortune Teller" cannot be completed overnight, and Zhang Zhong now has more than one book to write, and "Murder on the Orient Express" is still in the process of preparation.

He is going to finish two books at the same time now, but he is not in a hurry at all, there is no need to be in such a hurry. Last night, Peng Peng was left out in the cold, and the little girl was wronged for a long time, so he told her two bedtime stories. it is good.

Today is the weekend, Zhang Zhong first accompanied Pengpeng to do handwork for a while at home, which is the school's task.

Zhang Zhong originally thought that the handicrafts in the kindergarten were very simple, but when he saw them in the morning, he realized that he was completely wrong. This handicrafts did not seem to be made for children at all.

The kindergarten teacher is also very naughty, and told the parents in the group that there is no requirement for this manual homework, and they can do it freely.

The content of the handwork is to make a small oil-paper umbrella. The sample photos given by the teacher are really pretty, and a teaching video is also thoughtfully given.

But handmade things are easy to see at first glance, and they are useless as soon as they are made. Obviously, they followed the video step by step. In the end, they made a beautiful little paper umbrella, but what Zhang Chong made was just a small stick. On a crumpled paper.

"Hey, it's so ugly."

Looking at Zhang's redo umbrella, Peng Peng looked disgusted.

Zhang Chong is also very wronged, this is obviously your homework, I kindly help you with it, you still blame me...

"I will definitely improve next time, I will definitely improve." Zhang Zhong said with a sneer, and quickly changed the subject, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"I want to eat braised fish, I already told my grandma."

It's over, with Chef Hu at home, if I can't control Peng Peng's stomach, I can't control her either.

Zhang Zhong looked at the ugly little umbrella, and sighed in his heart, it seemed that he had to learn one more skill.

Why do I feel that being a father is more tiring than being a company leader? When he was managing the company, he was very worry-free, and his subordinates were worried about him. At most, he would go out occasionally to show compassion for the people, and give the employees a hard time. To pour chicken soup, he only needs to be responsible for talking about ideals and singing good faces, and naturally other managers will sing bad faces.

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After a lunch break at noon, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng to Mengmu Xiaozhu. Yesterday, he was free for a whole day because of something at home. Today, Pengpeng was very motivated, but to Zhang Zhong's embarrassment, Pengpeng also He took the small oil-paper umbrella he made to Mengmu Xiaozhu.

"Ms. Xu will definitely make small umbrellas. I'll ask her to help my father repair them."

"Ahem, it's a small oil paper umbrella."

"That's a small umbrella, too."

Well, Zhang Chong felt that he could no longer dwell on this issue.

After putting Pengpeng in Mengmu Xiaozhu, he went downstairs to the Green Field Bookstore.

The leaflet stated that the time for the reading club was from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Zhang Zhong came early. When he entered the Green Field Bookstore, he looked up and saw the clock hanging behind the bar. It was only [-]:[-].

"Looks like I'm early."

Zhang Chong looked around the bookstore, there were not many people in total, and they all looked like ordinary customers.

Zhang Junwei and his wife saw Zhang Zhong coming in, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang didn't come early, and some friends have already come, on the second floor."

"Second floor?"

Zhang Junwei nodded, walked out of the bar, pointed to a door at the corner and said, "Come up from there on the second floor. Please sit down for a while. When the time comes, we will go up together."

"Okay, give me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice first, right?"

"No need to pay, friends who come to the book club today, each will get a drink, you can choose whatever you want."

Zhang Zhong was about to scan the QR code to pay, but Zhang Junwei smiled and said that this glass of juice was free.

"Oh, thank you very much."

Zhang Zhong didn't expect that the shop owner was quite generous, probably as a promotion.

After staying downstairs for a while, a few more people came, and Zhang Junwei said to his wife, "You look at the store downstairs, and I will take them up first."

"Well, replace me in a while."

Zhang Junwei smiled and said nothing, and came over to invite Zhang Zhong and the others to go upstairs.

When Zhang Zhong came here last time, he thought this bookstore had only one floor.He had seen that door too, but he thought it was a warehouse or something.

At this time, Zhang Junwei opened the door, and an iron staircase appeared in everyone's field of vision. It seemed that there was indeed a second floor.

"Boss Zhang, I didn't expect there to be something wrong with this." Zhang Zhong took a look inside and joked.

"No, no, when I was renovating, I accidentally discovered that I could build a small attic, so I simply made it out. You have seen it in my shop, and I don't need much space." Zhang Junwei laughed.

In fact, when the door just opened, Zhang Zhong heard someone talking from inside.

One of them had a particularly loud voice.

"Let me tell you, why don't we set up a fifth-grade vegetative Jiangyang support club. It's meaningless to fight like this now."

He spoke like a young man, with an excited voice.

Zhang Zhong followed Zhang Junwei up the stairs and heard other people's voices.

Another male voice said, "I think it's reliable. I haven't heard of any place that has established a support club for fifth-grade vegetative people. Maybe we are the originator."

Fan club?
Do writers even have fan clubs now?Zhang Zhong was dumbfounded when he heard that, the key is that he is still the person involved.

"What an originator of the mountain, so it has been decided. Today will be the inaugural meeting of the Jiangyang branch of our fifth-grade vegetative support club. All the people here are the elders of the meeting."

Zhang Zhong had already walked up to the second floor and saw the people on the second floor.

At a glance, there were about a dozen people, and there was a young man in the middle who stepped on a chair and patted the table a little excitedly. It seemed that he was the one who said what he said just now.

The author Zhang Zhong heard a black line, why does he feel that he has walked into a den of thieves, not to mention the support club, how to set up a support club, there is a feeling of Liangshanbo uprising.

I didn't know, I thought I was going to become a bandit.

"Cough cough." Zhang Junwei coughed lightly, attracting the attention of these people, "A few more friends are here, everyone welcome."

After a while of applause, Zhang Junwei arranged for Zhang Zhong and several others to sit down.

The second floor is a small attic, and the space is not very large. Zhang Zhong glanced at it and found that there were about 20 people in the room.

There is a long table in the room, and it is just right for everyone to gather around the table, and it is estimated that there will be no room for any more people.

"First of all, as the host, I would like to welcome everyone, good afternoon everyone."

"good afternoon."

"Hi boss."

Zhang Junwei clasped his hands together and smiled, "Then, let's thank Boss Tong, Boss Tong is fully sponsoring this book club."

After he said that, the impassioned young man stood up and bowed to everyone with a humble look.

　Thank you for the 600 reward from [my surname Tong, Tong Can's Tong]. Did you expect to have your role tonight?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)