Zheng Fuyuan!

As soon as he heard this name, Lu Qingzhan had a headache!

This old gentleman, who has written about ghosts all his life, has his own status in the literary world, but this old man's temperament is ......

Maybe it's because he writes fantasy ghosts, or maybe he has such a personality.

If it sounds good, it is a peculiar idea, and if it is modern, it is the second disease of old age.

Lu Qingzhan couldn't imagine what kind of sense of justice or normal reason this old man would have to see Zhang Can.

God, can he not pass?

But no, because he is the president, and this big vote is waiting for his decision!

MMP，MMP，MMP！

Lu Qingzhan hurried over there and cursed in his heart.

After rushing for a long time, several people finally arrived at the other side of the corridor.

From a distance, I heard Zheng Fuyuan's sharp old voice, shouting,

"You little white face is Zhang Can?!"

Zhang Can frowned.

Although the word little white face can be regarded as admitting his handsomeness, but in conscience, Zhang Can is not particularly white, in fact, he is quite black, although he has been a little bit at home during this time, but he is still not much white, so Zhang Can thought about it for a while and shook his head at the crazy old man of romance.

"What?" Zheng Fuyuan was dumbfounded, "You're not Zhang Can?"

No, the Zhang Can he checked is indeed like this. Could it be that something went wrong?

Zhang Can shook his head, "I am indeed Zhang Can, but I am not a little white face, do you see that I am white?"

Zheng Fuyuan, "Isn't it really too white...... Wait, how are we talking about this!"

Zheng Fuyuan felt that his thinking was taken a little far away by Zhang Can's nonsense. Quickly shook his head, Zheng Fuyuan, cheer up! Think about the humiliation this guy has brought you!

Thinking of this, Zheng Fuyuan's face changed, and he yelled at Zhang Can,

"Young man, when I look at your appearance, I know that Liaozhai was not written by you, let's say, who wrote it on behalf of him, is it Old Man Sun, or that old guy Liu Jiahui?!"

Although the ghosts of China have been handed down from ancient times to the present, they have not achieved much success, after all, writing ghosts requires very rich historical knowledge and literary talent. The most famous ghost in China today is Zheng Fuyuan, and the two people in his mouth, Liu Jiahui, and Sun Tong.

In Zheng Fuyuan's opinion, Liaozhai is so good, it is not from him, it must be those two guys.

Zhang Can looked at him with a mentally retarded expression.

He doesn't know these two people at all, besides, will you give your own to others casually?

Zhang Can didn't speak, it doesn't mean that others don't speak, and the oil shine can't help it.

"This old gentleman, who will give his own to others, don't frame Teacher Zhang Can here again!"

"Framed?" Zheng Fuyuan put on an unfathomable appearance, wanting to use his domineering spirit to shock these juniors.

But in fact, Zhang Can and Youguang only saw him keep raising his neck, constantly raising his neck, looking like a big fat goose swallowing something.

"Oh, Mr. Zheng, why are you here!" Lu Qingzhan came over with a group of people.

"Why can't I come here?" Zheng Fuyuan divided a good sentence into two paragraphs, which was also to strengthen the tone and emphasize his awesomeness.

"Yes, of course you can, you can go anywhere. Lu Qingzhan knew the temper of this old man, and hurriedly said nonsense, "Oh, Mr. Zheng, it's rare for you to come once, by the way, Xiao Han admires you very much, and wants to hear you tell him about ghosts, I don't know if you can give him a face, and also give me a face for the review committee, and give him a good lecture?"

What the?

Han Song, who was watching the play, was pulled out by Lu Qingzhan with a confused expression.

"Is that the young man?"

Hearing that someone worshipped him, Zheng Fuyuan immediately became interested.

Lu Qingzhan seized the opportunity and chattered in Zheng Fuyuan's ear, who is this Han Song's son, a member of the Han family, his identity is very awesome, please tell him about it, I can worship you.

A rich man with status worships himself so much, which makes Zheng Fuyuan happy, his thin hand grabbed Han Song, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, let's find a place, and I'll tell him about my history." ”

"What, I didn't ...... at all"

Han Song, who has always been calm, saw this scene, and his whole person was not calm, he hurriedly looked at the president, feeling that he had been sold by the president.

"Go, go, go. ”

Lu Qingzhan hurriedly waved his hand.

If you have to pull Zhang Can over to investigate, then it's okay for you to accompany the whistleblower.

The witty president sent away both troubles at once.

"Teacher Zhang Can, I smiled, I smiled. Lu Qingzhan saw that everyone was gone, and hurriedly said to Zhang Can.

President Lu said seriously. Zhang Can smiled.

This is indeed a problem of the censorship, after all, from Zheng Fuyuan's words just now, he already knows that this is what Zheng Fuyuan reported him. It would be a dereliction of duty to allow the whistleblower and the whistleblower to come together.

After all, if you are called in for a review, and there will be someone who has nothing to do with the review, then it is very likely that it is the person who reported you.

What's more, what this guy said, the star can see his dissatisfaction with Zhang Can.

It's just that he doesn't know this person at all, so why is he dissatisfied with himself?

Zhang Can furrowed his good-looking eyebrows, which was very strange.

Lu Qingzhan saw that Zhang Can was wandering out of the world, and quickly coughed twice, and only then did he say when he saw Zhang Can come back to his senses.

"Teacher Zhang Can, please come here. ”

"Good. Zhang Can blushed and followed quickly.

……

"Teacher Zhang Can, this is your room. ”

Lu Qingzhan took Zhang Can to a room, opened the door and said to him.

"Thank you. Zhang Can nodded and walked in first.

This is a small room, but it is quickly tidy, just a single bed, a table and a chair.

There was a small cabinet on the floor, with a thick stack of papers on it, and a large box of pens next to it.

There is a computer on the desk.

"Teacher Zhang Can, this computer is connected to the database of the literary world, and the information you need can basically be found, but there is no network. Lu Qingzhan saw Zhang Can looking at the computer and quickly explained to him.

When he came over before, Lu Qingzhan had already talked to Zhang Can about this censorship system, that is, he wanted him to stay here until he wrote an excellent article.

In fact, there have been many writers who have stayed here and proved themselves, Zhang Can has no objection to this, but said to Lu Qingzhan,

"Can I call my girlfriend first, I'll definitely be worried if she can't be reached. ”