Chapter 133 Meeting or not

Chapter 133 Meeting or not

Chapter 133 Meeting or not

Lao Wang didn't take the newspaper when it was handed to him. The shadow of old memories was still haunting him and he was sulking.

Wang Zixu poked him with the rolled-up newspaper: "Take a look."

"What the fuck?"

"You'll know when you see it."

"I'm too lazy to read it, you summarize it."

Prince Xu was impatient: "Take a look!"

This newspaper was a local news story in Xihe. The content was unremarkable. The front page was just about the successful conclusion of the Xihe Literary Festival and Wang Zixu's winning of the first place. On the top of the page was a photo of Wang Zixu receiving the award.

A day had passed since the Xihe Literary Festival, but Wang Zixu was sure that the old man must not know that his son had won first place. Because he had never been interested in these things that belonged to the category of cunt stuff, and he didn't have a corresponding circle of friends around him. If Wang Zixu didn't say it himself, he probably wouldn't know about it in his life.

But winning the prize is not important. Even if he won the Nobel Prize in Literature, the old man would not understand what is so great about these things. He mainly wanted to show him the prize money printed in small black letters on the newspaper: 10 RMB.

With the bonus as a prelude, I could naturally scare the old man. Then, I could tell him that I had used the bonus and provident fund to buy a second-hand house near the municipal hospital.

He had inspected the house. It was located near a hospital with heavy traffic, which would be a nuisance for normal office workers, but just right for an old comrade like Wang Jianguo.

Moreover, this house is not afraid of depreciation. There is a hospital next to it, and the hospital will have a demand for accommodation. If Wang doesn't live there anymore, he can rent it out. If he is too lazy to manage it, he can entrust it to a sub-landlord. In short, he won't lose money. Even if Comrade Wang Jianguo objects, he will buy it. If Wen Ai can't continue working in the future, he at least has real estate that can appreciate in value.

Although Lao Wang believed that the housing price was bound to collapse, he actually wanted a house of his own deep down. Wang Zixu came to tell him about this in person because he wanted to give him a big surprise.

However, today Comrade Wang Jianguo got angry for some reason. Wang Zixu asked him to read the newspaper, but he refused to do so, and the surprise turned into a stalemate. Just as the two were arguing, a man popped his head out of the corridor behind them. It turned out to be the neighbor, Lao Zhang.

"Old Wang! Your son is here!"

The gloom on Lao Wang's face disappeared in an instant, and he turned around and greeted Lao Zhang as if nothing had happened.

Old Zhang's face was filled with smiles, a smile from the bottom of his heart, just like the day of his wedding. Wang Zixu didn't understand what made him so happy, but fortunately he soon found out the reason.

Lao Zhang swung his arm and said in an imperative tone, "I just happened to run into you. Lao Wang, you and your son must have dinner at my house tonight."

After that, he added: "Don't refuse! Last Dragon Boat Festival, you kept me from being alone. Today, I will ask you to come back no matter what."

Wang Jianguo looked back at Wang Zixu: "His son and daughter came back to see him today."

"Yes, my son and daughter finally came home today. I'm so happy today! After all, I'm not like you. My son is right next to me, so it's convenient for me to come back and see him. In my family, every visit from my children is like Chinese New Year."

Wang Jianguo smiled and said, "But your children are very promising. They are making a lot of money outside."

"Alas, what's the point of making so much money? Even though my son drives a 40-yuan Mercedes and my daughter drives a 30-yuan BMW, what's the point if they don't drive the cars back to visit me? You see, although your son rides an electric bike every day, he comes to see you every few days. I envy you!"

Wang Jianguo laughed and said, "It's good enough to have a car worth three or four hundred thousand. I envy you!"

"Alas, what is there to envy? I have already settled down in Donghai! I just got the house with a down payment of 240 million last month. I will live in Donghai permanently in the future! I will definitely come back less and less."

Wang Jianguo was breathing rapidly: "What kind of job does your son do? How can he earn so much?"

"He's in the business of promoting books. The economy has been in a downturn in recent years, so he doesn't make much money anymore. He made a lot in the past few years! At that time, every time a book was published in China, they had to send a copy to him, otherwise it wouldn't sell!"

Lao Zhang's Versailles level is not high-end, but it works very well for Wang Jianguo. He made a puzzled sound: "Do this... can you make so much money doing this thing?"

"Of course not everyone can earn that much. Only the best can do that. Let me tell you, there is not a single writer in the country that he doesn't know. He even had dinner with Mo Yan and Yu Hua!"

Wang Jianguo didn't know who Mo Yan and Yu Hua were or what they were capable of, but he understood that the down payment was 340 million. He swallowed and asked, "What about your daughter?"

"Let's go up and talk."

Comrade Wang Jianguo looked at him for help, wanting Wang Zixu to go upstairs with him.

Wang Zixu roughly knew what was going on.

Comrade Lao Wang is usually arrogant and always talks about his son in front of Lao Zhang. Now that his son and daughter are here to kill him, it is time to settle the score. Before he came, Comrade Wang Jianguo had already been hit by a set of skills and was already at low health, so he was so angry just now. Now he was hit by a set of Versailles combos, which made him float in the air. Now he is very confused.

The “other people’s children” trick always works for parents.

Wang Zixu pointed to his wrist and said, "I have to go home to finish my manuscript. I don't have enough time, so I won't go."

"What kind of manuscript is this? Work material?"

Wang Zixu lowered his voice a little: "Novel."

Wang Jianguo's face suddenly darkened. Lao Zhang came over and said, "Xiao Wang also writes? Hey, Lao Wang, why didn't you tell me that Xiao Wang also writes?"

Wang Jianguo had a dark face and said nothing. In his mind, writing these "shit" was just a waste of time. He should spend his time studying something that his boss liked. Besides, his son had already said this in a boastful way, and he was still talking about his own writing. Wasn't that just throwing himself in his own trap?
Lao Zhang came over to smooth things over and said, "If it's not convenient for you, Xiao Wang, you don't have to eat. It's also okay to come to my house and sit down. You two spent the Dragon Boat Festival with me last time, and I felt bad if I didn't invite you to my house and sit down."

Now that things had come to this, Wang Zixu had no choice but to agree.

Before following Lao Zhang upstairs, Lao Zhang stretched out his hand, pointed quickly behind him without turning his head:
“That’s my son’s car.”

Wang Zixu looked back and saw the Mercedes-Benz logo flashing coldly.

Lao Zhang wanted to appear nonchalant, but his slack steps still betrayed his pride. Comrade Wang Jianguo was like a younger brother, and he kept making fun of him at the right time: "This car costs 400,000 yuan?"

"Yes, does it look like that?"

"Yes. Very much."

Wang Jianguo had an undisguised expression of envy on his face, and he was amazed. Wang Zixu felt sorry for Comrade Wang Jianguo, and blamed him for being too humble. It was just a Mercedes, just a car, what was there to envy?
The money he spent this month was enough to buy three of these cars.

It's a pity that this can't be discussed.

Prince pretended to be surprised, which greatly satisfied Lao Zhang's vanity. Then he went upstairs with the newspaper in his pocket and walked last.

After entering Old Zhang's house, Wang Zixu looked around. Compared with the brand new Mercedes-Benz, Old Zhang's house was a bit cramped. After all, it was an old neighborhood. The apartment design at that time was very conservative, but the decoration was very magnificent. The TV was a large curved screen, and the sofa placed in the middle of the living room was full of nouveau riche temperament.

Old Zhang said to Wang Jianguo, "Zhang Wei didn't sleep well yesterday and is sleeping in his room. I'll go call him."

Zhang Wei is the name of Mr. Zhang’s son.

Wang Jianguo hurriedly said that if the child wanted to rest, he should be allowed to rest and there was no need to wake him up. But Lao Zhang insisted on showing off and went into the bedroom.

The prince felt the urge to urinate, so he threw the newspaper on the coffee table and went to the bathroom. As soon as he grasped the door handle, the door opened automatically. The next second, he almost bumped into a woman.

The woman had very long eyelashes and a quiet appearance, but her clothing style formed a sharp contrast. She wore a red beret on her head, a white chiffon long-sleeved top, and a skirt so short that it seemed to be missing. She smelled of sunflowers.

The worst thing was that she was very tall. Wang Zixu was nearly 1.80 meters tall, which was already very tall, and this girl was at least 1.76 meters tall, just one size smaller than him, so the two of them made eye contact and stared at each other.

At this time, Old Zhang also came out with Zhang Wei and shouted, "Xixi, this is your father's friend, this is your Uncle Wang, this is Xiao Wang, say hello."

Wang Zixu looked at the girl, "Zhang Xixi"?
There is something interesting about Lao Zhang’s naming style.

Zhang Xixi didn't say hello to him, but just stared at him. Wang Zixu quickly stepped aside, and Zhang Xixi passed by him with her long legs. I don't know what kind of magical change happened to Lao Zhang's genes in her. She is 1.76 meters tall but looks like she has 1.2 meters of legs.

Comrade Lao Wang did not expect that his old friend actually had such a pretty daughter. He said dryly: "This child is really pretty and has a good temperament. You can tell at a glance that she is an artist."

"You're wrong. She's not an artist. She originally studied at a second-tier university, but later took the postgraduate entrance exam and was admitted to Nanjing University. This girl is hardworking and good at studying. Now she's preparing to find a job in the administrative department at Nanjing University. For a girl, stability is good."

At this time, Old Zhang's son Zhang Wei just came out of the bedroom yawning. He had long hair tied into a small braid, and a small tuft of beard under his nose. This made him look artistic, but old comrade Wang Jianguo was not very fond of this strange outfit.

"Dad, are there visitors at home?"

Lao Zhang introduced: "This is Lao Wang, your Uncle Wang, my neighbor who lives in the basement downstairs. They spent the Dragon Boat Festival with me before. I asked them to come up today to have a get-together."

Comrade Wang Jianguo rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly. Before, he had no problem living in the basement, but now when he was introduced as "living in the basement downstairs", the words "living in the basement downstairs" sounded particularly irritating to his ears.

Old Zhang pointed at Wang Zixu and introduced him, "This is Xiao Wang whom we mentioned to you. He is a civil servant and is very familiar with the Xihe officialdom. Xiao Wei, don't you want to interview the situation of the Xihe Literary Conference? You may be able to get in touch with him if you talk to him."

When Zhang Wei heard the word "civil servant", he knew that Lao Zhang was talking nonsense. He hummed twice indifferently as a greeting.

Wang Jianguo’s smile became even uglier.

Although Lao Zhang told the truth and even exaggerated it, when faced with a huge gap in strength, there is no need to deliberately humiliate, the truth has become the sharpest knife that hurts people. Comrade Wang Jianguo is becoming more and more like a dull person, smiling, bending over, and responding, which has become a social companion.

The prince sighed briefly and hid in the bathroom to relieve himself.

While peeing, he stared at the squat toilet and thought that it would be great if he could just keep peeing so that he wouldn't have to go out and face the embarrassing situation.

However, the end of the world comes, and no matter how thick the urine is, it can't help him escape. Wang Zixu returned to the living room. When he sat down, Zhang Wei and Zhang Xixi were chatting enthusiastically. He just happened to hear the end of Zhang Wei's words:

“…So I still want to interview the top winner this time, but unfortunately I can’t get an appointment.”

Zhang Xixi said: "They asked you to come back to help promote your hometown, but they didn't even give you a phone number?"

Zhang Wei said: "They did. The Tourism Bureau gave me their company's phone number. I contacted them, but their attitude was very bad and they said they didn't know."

Zhang Xixi said, "That person instructed their unit to say this, right?"

Zhang Wei said: "It's possible."

Zhang Xixi said, "That guy is so arrogant right after winning the award? He doesn't even give you face, brother?"

Zhang Wei sneered. Zhang Xixi said sharply, "Why do you have to rush to help promote it? Just write a random article and get it over with."

Zhang Wei said, "That won't work. In fact, our public account originated in Xihe. After all, we are all from Xihe. It's rare that the leaders pay so much attention to it this time. This is an opportunity. We should do a good job and really make some promotional effects. Not only will the local leaders remember this favor, but it will also be a good thing to leave a good impression on them."

Old Zhang commented with a deep look on his face, "Xiao Wei's idea is right. Xixi, you should stand higher. People should not forget their roots, and they should have a sense of hometown. Besides, how do you know that you won't need these connections in the future? Not to mention that you will join an association in the future, even if your father and I are hospitalized in the future, we can just make a phone call, use our connections, and even arrange a bed for us."

Wang Zixu felt something was not right the more he listened.

Why does he feel like this is talking about me?
But is this really about me?

I'm not a big shot, right? No one wants to interview me, right?

Besides, I'm such a big person, sitting right in front of you, can't you recognize me?
The first thing that Wang Zixu didn’t know was that since he won the award, he has been flooded with interviews.

However, he was very sad about his wife's passing these past two days, so he didn't answer any strange calls. Some of the calls were made to their workplace.

That’s right, they were all answered by Gou Yingbiao.

The second thing he didn't know was that he only went on stage to accept an award and did a brief interview. He was dressed casually that day, and his face was distorted under the bright lights. The focus of his widely circulated photos was even more disastrous, and even he had to rely on his body posture to distinguish who was himself.

Wang Zixu turned around and asked his father in a low voice: "Are they talking about the literary society?"

Wang Jianguo glanced at him and said, "Don't make any noise. Listen carefully and learn well."

(End of this chapter)