MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 31 [031] I really have a beautiful granddaughter

  Chapter 31 [031] Really has a beautiful granddaughter

   Zhang Yang didn't have time to answer this obvious thing, Wang Qiyuan saw his expression and asked, "Do you remember?"

   Zhang Yang nodded, "It's just a guess, I might be classmates with her daughter."

  Wang Qiyuan glanced at him with a gossip expression, but he didn't talk about this matter again, and turned to talk about business.

   Zhang Yang had already browsed the contract. It was only two pages, and there were not many clauses. He couldn't find any faults, so he simply signed it.

  Then there was the issue of online serialization. Wang Qiyuan proposed to ensure that the magazine was two times ahead. Zhang Yang suggested changing the update time. The literary newspaper is published every Saturday, and the online update will be on the next Monday. The content of the previous edition is also updated.

  That is to say, if this Saturday’s article is serialized to the eighth chapter, then the seventh chapter will be updated on the Internet next Monday.

  Internet serialization is a sharing agreement, the contract has been prepared, and Zhang Yang signed it after confirmation.

  His birthday is next month, but the date of birth registered on the ID card is a few months earlier, so he is already an adult, and his signature can take effect.

   After the matter was settled, Zhang Yang drank two cups of tea, then took his leave and left. Wang Qiyuan asked Xiaoshi to send him away again. This time Zhang Yang did not refuse. He got off the car at the entrance of the community, and then turned to the Internet cafe.

  Probably because he has been serious about learning music theory recently, Luoshen didn't set a price this time, and offered to help with reading for free. Naturally, Zhang Yang would not refuse. He probably got used to it, and the keyboard in the Internet cafe is actually quite smooth.

After all, the hands of this body have not been tempered in the previous life. After two hours of coding almost without stopping, when my mother called home, Zhang Yang's fingers were sore and very uncomfortable. He had to go back with a cane while practicing. Nine yin dead bones grasp.

When I got home, the 50,000 yuan from the first six episodes of the novel had already arrived in the account. Fang Qianxue once wondered if there was a mistake on the other side of the window. After checking with her son, she learned that the manuscript fee had increased to 500 yuan per thousand characters. Even after the tax deduction, the son's novel can get more than 450,000 yuan, and the couple couldn't recover for a while.

   Zhang Yang struck while the iron was hot, and suggested that the environment in the Internet cafe was not good and he wanted to buy a computer. Fang Qianxue agreed after hesitation.

   Zhang Wei learned about this, and immediately clamored to buy it tonight, Zhang Yang was also a little moved, the brother and sister persuaded their parents together, and walked into the Kunlun specialty store near their home in the sunset.

   Zhang Yang’s computer knowledge from his previous life is no longer useful in details, but the priorities of processor, memory, motherboard, power supply, etc. are still clear, and after he has the idea of ​​buying a computer, he also has a certain understanding.

   After coming to the specialty store, Zhang Yang unexpectedly found that the clerk here was not very cheating, and the price was clearly marked, but the price of the machine is indeed more expensive than the assembly, but considering the after-sales service and appearance, it is acceptable.

It will take a long time to buy a computer at home. From the perspective of future generations, Zhang Yang naturally looks down on entry-level configurations. Fang Qianxue sees everything in his eyes, and finally makes a decision and bought it for nearly 6,000 yuan The computer that Zhang Yang misses the longest.

The computer will be delivered to the home the next day. On the way back, Zhang Yang realizes that there is no internet, so he has to go to the operator to apply for broadband. Fortunately, computers are popular now, and broadband is also reducing in price. It took two years to do it directly. Less than eight hundred yuan a year.

  Although Fang Qianxue felt distressed, she was very relieved to see both Zhang Yang and Zhang Wei were happy.

After the computer and broadband were installed, it was already July 19th. Zhang Yang went to the library again this afternoon and borrowed two more books. When he returned home, his parents were not there. Zhang Wei Playing computer games with Tang Yanqi in the study, yelling.

  He put the book down, then picked it up again, and walked to the study with the book in his hand. He saw the two sitting next to each other in front of the computer, playing a game that looked a bit like a go-kart.

  Tang Yanqi saw him, smiled sweetly, and the dimple on his left cheek appeared again, and said softly, "Hello, senior."

  Seeing that he was holding a book in his hand, Zhang Wei wondered, "You really want to learn music?"

  Tang Yanqi didn't know what to think when he heard the words, his face seemed to be red, and he turned to stare at the computer screen.

   "Of course, if I don't study music, it will be a loss to the world."

   After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he ignored his sister's booing, waved his hand, turned and left the study, "Go on and play, I'll go to read."

  He now has a relatively comprehensive understanding of the basic music theory, but there is still a gap to the level of originality, but it is not realistic to create out of thin air. Zhang Yang began to think about how to talk to his mother and wanted to buy two musical instruments.

  Tang Yanqi didn't have dinner at Zhang Yang's house. He said that there was an old man waiting at home, so he left politely.

Later at the dinner table, Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue chatted about Tang Yanqi. They liked this well-behaved and sensible student in their words. They said that she was beautiful, sensible and polite, and she was serious and not arrogant. She looks like a girl, otherwise she will never find her husband's family when she grows up like this.

   After dinner, Zhang Yang remembered one thing: The serialization of Shooting the Condors will begin tomorrow!

  He remembered that there was a book friend of his in the hospital, so he went back to the room, found the phone number left by the old man on bed 39, and dialed it.

  The phone rang several times, and then it was connected. A girl's voice was clear and sweet like spring water, and the tone was casual: "Hello, who is it?"

   Zhang Yang first checked that he had made the right call, and when he was about to speak, he realized a problem.

  He didn't know what to call the old man, and he couldn't confirm the relationship between the girl who answered the phone and the old man, so what should I say?

"Hello."

   Zhang Yang started politely, and at the same time quickly thought about how to word it.

   "Hello." The girl's clear voice revealed a hint of boredom or helplessness, but she still responded politely.

  Zhang Yang spoke quickly and authentically: "Let me explain the situation first. I was hospitalized some time ago, and an old man in the same ward gave me this number and asked me to call him at this number. Excuse me... I did not make a mistake?"

"No."

  The girl responded, and then raised her voice, "Grandpa, I'm looking for you."

   Zhang Yang didn't hear a response, and the girl's voice like a clear spring said again: "Please wait a moment."

"OK."

   Zhang Yang waited quietly, secretly muttering in his heart that he actually has a granddaughter... Such a cliche plot... But I like it!

  The old man's voice quickly came from the phone: "Hello?"

   Zhang Yang said: "Old man, it's me, bed 37, have you been discharged?"

   "Just got out of the hospital yesterday, how is your foot?"

  The two patients cared for each other, and then Zhang Yang said: "I'm calling you this time, first to check on your health, and second, to thank you. It wasn't your advice, so I might not dare to submit a novel."

  The old man smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, so you are so polite? The novel has been published?"

Zhang Yang said with a smile: "No, to be honest, the name of the novel is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". If it’s not good, I’ll rework it later.”

   "Don't, I can only read it, but I don't know how to comment. The first two episodes of the first serialization are good, otherwise I haven't read as much..."

   Zhang Yang chatted with the old man for a few more words before hanging up the phone and continuing to read.

  At the other end, in the rather spacious living room, the old man sat on the wooden sofa and put down the phone. The old lady who had already guessed who he said asked, "Is that the student?"

  Although the old man was discharged from the hospital, he had to recuperate just like Zhang Yang. His legs and feet were inconvenient, so he just sat there, nodded and said: "Well, tell me that the novel will be published tomorrow, in the Hanchuang Literature News..."

  Chu Yu, who sat down next to her grandmother, said in surprise, "Novel? Written by the person who called? How old is he?"

  The old man said: "I'm only a sophomore in high school, eighteen years old, and the novel I wrote is serialized in the Han Chuang Literature Journal. Let's see you again?"

   "Tch—"

  Chu Yu twitched her lips, "Martial arts novels? I can also write those old-fashioned stories."

  The old man glared at her and said, "Will you write it for me?"

   "I don't bother to write!"

  Chu Yu raised his chin, with a very dismissive expression, "No one reads it after writing it. The martial arts novels have long since disappeared, and only you old people are still reading."

The old man looked like he wanted to poke his granddaughter's smooth forehead twice, and spit and scolded: "That's better than you! If you don't go to college, you have applied for a dance academy. You want to dance for people in the future." go?"

   "What's the matter? Dancing is also self-reliant. It's better than squandering the money at home, right?"

   "It's better to squander!"

The old man seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it back, but Chu Yu understood it at a glance, and said with a curl of his lips: "You want to say shame, don't you? Don't worry, my father, mother, and grandfather have said it 800 times, it hurts. Lose my self-esteem."

  The old man sighed, "Your parents and grandpa are also doing it for your own good..."

   "Oh, if you keep nagging like this, I'll run away again?"

   "Your uncle is not at home, where else can you go?"

  Chu Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Go for a walk on the street, and go home with whoever looks handsome!"

  (end of this chapter)