Chapter 133: Seeing each other but not knowing each other
Lao Wang didn’t pick up the newspaper when he handed it over. The haze of old memories was still chasing him, and he was sulking.
Wang Zixu poked him with a newspaper: "Look."
"What kind of cunt thing is that?"
"You You’ll know after reading it.”
“I’m too lazy to read it.”
Wang Zixu was impatient: “Take a look!”
This newspaper is local news in Xihe, and the content is unremarkable. The front page is nothing more than the successful conclusion of the Xihe Literary Society, with Wang Zixu taking the first place. There is also a photo of Wang Zixu when he received the award hanging on the front page.
One day has passed since the Xihe Literary Conference, but Wang Zixu was very sure that the old man must not know that his son won the first place. Because he has never been interested in content that falls under the category of cunt stuff, and he has no corresponding circle of friends around him. If Wang Zixu didn't tell him about it, he would probably never know about it for the rest of his life.
But it doesn’t matter if you win the prize. Even if you win the Nobel Prize for Literature, the old man won’t understand what’s so cool about these cunt things. He mainly wanted to show him the bonus printed in small black letters on the newspaper: 100,000 yuan.
With this bonus as a foreshadowing, I can naturally bluff the old man, and then I can logically tell him that I used the bonus and provident fund to buy a second-hand house near the city hospital.
He has inspected that house. It is located near the hospital and has a lot of traffic. It is unbearable for normal office workers, but it is just right for old comrades like Wang Jianguo.
And this house is not afraid of depreciation. There is a hospital next to it, and the hospital will generate demand for accommodation. If Lao Wang can no longer live in the house in the future, he can rent the house out. If he is too lazy to manage it, he can also entrust it to the second landlord. In short, he will not lose money. Even if Comrade Wang Jianguo objects, he will still buy it. If Wen Ai can no longer work in the future, he will at least have real estate that can increase in value.
Although Lao Wang believes that housing prices will inevitably collapse, he actually wants a house of his own deep down. Wang Zixu came to tell him this in person because he wanted to give him a big surprise.
But today, Comrade Wang Jianguo got angry for some unknown reason and had a particularly bad temper. Wang Zixu asked him to read the newspaper, but he refused to read it, and the surprise turned into a stalemate. Just as the two were fighting, a man's head poked out from the corridor behind him, and it was his neighbor Lao Zhang.
“Lao Wang! Your son is here!”
The haze on Lao Wang’s face faded in the blink of an eye, and he turned back to say hello to Lao Zhang as if nothing was wrong.
Lao Zhang’s face was filled with a smile, a smile from the bottom of his heart, just like his wedding day. Wang Zixu didn't understand what made him so happy, but fortunately he soon knew the reason.
Lao Zhang waved his arm and said in a commanding tone: "We just happened to bump into it. Lao Wang, you two, father and son, must have a meal at my house tonight."
After that, he added : "Don't refuse! Last Dragon Boat Festival, you prevented me from staying alone in an empty room. Today, I have to invite you 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 by my side, so it's convenient to come back to visit. Like my family, it's like celebrating the New Year when our children come back."
p>Wang Jianguo smiled and said, “But your children’s fortunes are all earned by making a lot of money outside.”
“Oh, how can you make so much money? What? Although my son drives a 400,000-yuan Mercedes-Benz and my daughter drives a 300,000-yuan BMW, what’s the point of driving the car back to see me? Although your son rides an electric bike every day, he only rides it every day. Come and see you, I’m still envious of you!”
Wang Jianguo smiled and said: “It would be nice to have a car worth three to four hundred thousand, I’m still envious!”
"Hey, what is there to envy? You have already settled in Donghai! The house with a down payment of 2.4 million was just purchased last month, and you will live in Donghai forever! I will come back less and less."
Wang Jianguo breathed quickly: "What kind of job does your son do? How do you earn so much?"
“He works in book promotion. In the past few years, the economy has been down, and he has not made much. It was only in the past few years that he made a lot! At that time, whenever a book was published in China, he had to send him a copy, otherwise it would not sell!”
Lao Zhang’s Versailles is not high-end, but for Wang Jianguo, the effect is outstanding. He made a confused sound: "You can earn so much money by doing this thing..."
"Not everyone can earn so much, it has to be the best among them. Let me tell you, there is no writer across the country that he doesn't know, and he even had dinner with Mo Yan Yuhua!"
Wang Jianguo didn't know who Mo Yan Yuhua was or what his abilities were, but he understood that the down payment was 3.4 million. Swallowing, he asked again: "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 probably knew what was going on.
Comrade Lao Wang is usually stinky and always makes excuses for his son in front of Lao Zhang. Now his children have come to kill him. It is the time to settle accounts after the fall. It is expected that before he came, Comrade Wang Jianguo had taken advantage of his set of skills and had lost his health, so he was so irritable just now. Now he ate another set of Versailles combos and knocked him into the air. Now he is very confused.
The trick of “other people’s children” always works for parents.
Wang Zixu pointed to his wrist: "I have to go home to catch up on the manuscript. If I don't have enough time, I won't go."
"What manuscript to catch up on? Do you need work materials?"
Wang Zixu lowered his voice a little: "Novel."
Wang Jianguo’s face suddenly darkened. Next to him, Lao Zhang came over and said, "Xiao Wang also writes? Oh, Lao Wang, why didn't you tell me that Xiao Wang also writes?"
Wang Jianguo said nothing with a dark face. In his mind, writing these "pussy things" is purely a plaything to lose one's ambition. Having the time to study and find out what the leader likes is the more serious thing. What's more, my son has already talked about it so arrogantly, and he still mentions his own writing. Isn't this a slap in the face?
Lao Zhang came over to smooth things over and said, "If it's inconvenient for Xiao Wang, you don't have to eat. It's also good to come and sit at my house. You two spent the Dragon Boat Festival with my uncle last time, and I feel sorry for not inviting you to my house."
Having said this, Wang Zixu could only agree.
Before following Lao Zhang upstairs, Lao Zhang stretched out his hand and quickly pointed behind him without looking back:
"That is my son's car."
Wang Zixu glanced back, and the Mercedes-Benz logo flashed coldly.
Lao Zhang wanted to appear careless, but his loose steps still revealed his pride. Comrade Wang Jianguo was like a younger brother, cheering from the sidelines at the right time: "Does this car cost 400,000?"
"Yes, does it look like it?"
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“Like. Very similar.”
Wang Jianguo had an undisguised expression of envy on his face, and he was amazed.
Wang Zixu felt sorry for Comrade Wang Jianguo in his heart, and blamed him for being too humble. He was just a Mercedes-Benz, 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 I can’t talk about this.
The prince pretended to be surprised, which greatly satisfied Lao Zhang's vanity, and then went upstairs with the newspaper, walking at the end.
Entering Lao Zhang’s house, Wang Zixu looked around. Compared to the brand-new Mercedes-Benz, Lao Zhang’s house was a bit narrow. After all, it was an old community. The house design at that time was very conservative, but the decoration was very grand. The TV was a large curved screen, and the sofa placed in the center of the living room was full of nouveau riche style.
Lao Zhang said to Wang Jianguo: "Zhang Wei didn't sleep well yesterday. He was sleeping in the room. I'll call him."
Zhang Wei is the name of Lao Zhang's son.
Wang Jianguo hurriedly said that if the child wanted to rest, let him rest without waking him up. But Lao Zhang insisted on showing off and went into the bedroom.
Wang Zixu had a strong need to urinate. He threw the newspaper on the coffee table and went to the bathroom door. As soon as he grasped the door handle, the door opened automatically. The next second, he almost bumped into a woman.
The woman has very long eyelashes and a quiet appearance, but her clothing style is in sharp contrast. She wears a red beret on her head, her upper body is a long-sleeved white chiffon, and her lower body skirt is so short that it seems to be missing. She smells like sunflowers.
The most terrible thing is that she is very tall. Wang Zixu was already very tall at nearly 1.8 meters tall. The girl was at least 1.76 meters tall, only one size smaller than him. Therefore, the two made eye contact and looked directly at each other.
At this time, Lao Zhang also came out with Zhang Wei and shouted: "Xixi, this is your dad's friend, this is your Uncle Wang, this is Xiao Wang, please say hello."
Wang Zixu looked at the girl, "Zhang Xixi"?
There is something interesting about Lao Zhang’s naming.
Zhang Xixi did not say hello to him, but just stared at him. Wang Zixu quickly stepped aside, and Zhang Xixi spread her long legs and passed him. I don't know what kind of magical changes happened to Lao Zhang's genes. Her height of 1.76 meters looks like 1.2 meters of legs.
Comrade Lao Wang did not expect that his old friend would have such a beautiful daughter, so he said dryly: "This child is really beautiful and has a good temperament. She is a literary and artistic person at first glance."
"You're not right. She is not engaged in literature and art. She originally took a second degree, and then took the postgraduate entrance examination and got admitted to Nanjing University. This child is hardworking and good at studying. Now she is preparing to find a job in the administrative class at Nanjing University. As a girl, stability is good."
At this time, Zhang Wei, Lao Zhang’s son, just came out of the bedroom yawning. He had long hair, tied in a pigtail, and a small beard under his nose. He looked artistic, but Comrade Wang Jianguo was not very interested in this strange dress.
"Dad, are you a visitor?"
Lao Zhang introduced: "This is Lao Wang, your Uncle Wang, my neighbor who lives downstairs in the basement. They used to spend the Dragon Boat Festival with me, and I asked them to come up today to get together."
Comrade Wang Jianguo rubbed his hands in embarrassment and laughed. Before, he fucked all day and night and didn't think anything of living in the basement. Now when someone introduced him, the words "living downstairs in the basement" seemed particularly jarring.
Lao Zhang pointed at Wang Zixu and introduced: "This is Xiao Wang, the business editor we mentioned to you. He is very familiar with Xihe officialdom. Xiaowei, don't you want to interview the Xihe Cultural Conference? You Maybe you can get in touch with him. "
When Zhang Wei heard the word "career editor", he knew that Lao Zhang was talking nonsense, and he hummed twice as a greeting.
Wang Jianguo smiled even more ugly.
Although Lao Zhang told the truth, and even exaggerated it a bit, when faced with a huge gap in strength, there is no need to deliberately humiliate, the truth has become the most hurtful sharp knife. Comrade Wang Jianguo is becoming more and more like a boring gourd. He laughs, bends and responds, and has become an escort in a social sense.
The prince gave a short sigh and hid in the bathroom to relax.
While peeing, he stared at the squat toilet, wishing he could keep peeing like this, so he wouldn't have to go out and face that embarrassing situation.
However, the eternity of time will eventually come to an end, and no matter how deep the accumulation of urine is, it will not help him escape. Wang Zixu returned to the living room. When he sat down, Zhang Wei and Zhang Xixi were chatting enthusiastically. He happened to hear the end of Zhang Wei's words:
"...So I still want to interview the top candidate this time, but unfortunately I haven't been able to make 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: "Yes, Cultural Tourism gave them the phone number of their unit. I contacted them, but they had a bad attitude and 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 person is so arrogant just after winning the award? He doesn't even give you face?"
Zhang Wei sneered. Zhang Xixi said eloquently: "Brother, why are you rushing to help people promote it? You can just write a manuscript and submit it."
Zhang Wei said: "That won't work. In fact, our official account originated from Xihe. Our family is from Xihe after all. It's rare for the leaders to pay so much attention this time. This is an opportunity. Do a good job this time and really make some promotion effects. Not to mention letting the local leaders remember this favor, it is also a good thing to leave a good impression on the leaders."
Lao Zhang looked serious. Commented: "Xiaowei's idea is right, Xixi, you should stand at a higher level. You must not forget your roots, and you must have local feelings. Moreover, how do you know when these connections will not be used in the future? Don't tell me what you will add in the future. This association means that from now on, your father and I will stay in a hospital. We can make phone calls and make some arrangements, and even the beds can be arranged." The more Wang Zixu listened on the side, the more something was wrong.
How does he feel that this seems to be talking about me?
But is this really talking about me?
I don’t have much pride? No one said they wanted to interview me?
And, I am such a big person, sitting in front of you, can’t you recognize me?
The first thing Wang Zixu didn’t know was that since he won the award, many interviews have come one after another.
It’s just that he was so sad about his wife’s departure in the past two days that he didn’t answer the calls from strangers. Some of them went to their units.
That’s right, Gou Yingbiao took over.
The second thing he didn’t know was that he only received an award on stage that day and cooperated with a simple interview. But he was dressed more casually that day, and his face was distorted under the bright lights. The focus of his widely circulated photos is even more disastrous, and even he has to rely on his body posture to identify who is him.
Wang Zixu turned around and asked his father in a low voice: "Are they talking about the literary meeting?"
Wang Jianguo glanced at him Eye: "Don't argue, listen carefully, and study hard."
(End of this chapter)