He really wanted to ask Qin Yang if you were an undercover agent arranged by the reader in the entertainment industry. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is obviously an artist agent, but he admires an author so much.

However, looking at Qin Yang's gaze that did not seem to be fake, Zhang Zai left his ink treasure speechlessly according to Qin Yang's request.

"Zhu Xian, what an atmospheric name, is this your new book?"

"Yes." Feeling Zhu He's adoring gaze, Zhang Zai nodded contentedly. That's what a fan should be.

"It's a dead birthday, Zhang Zheng's real identity is actually a writer."

"If you meet a boy who is handsome, can play, write, sing, draw, and be a writer, please be sure to notify me and let me protect him."

"Zhang Zai uses actions to tell us what Prince Charming is."

Netizens looked at the information on the microcircle as if swiping the screen. I couldn't help but sigh. It's only been a few days since the last ticket turmoil. This stop life hasn't passed yet, and what is going on? Can you let people play well with the microcircle? People like you still think that this microcircle is opened by your family.

"Passers-by turned to fans. Zhuxian is good. ”

"Sure enough, it's an epoch-making work. Kudos to Brother Rob. ”

"Powder turns to brain powder."

"I want to ask, can the brain-dead powder still go up. Waiting online, it's in a hurry. ”

"Brother robbing, tell me honestly, when will you write a novel?"

"Be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting."

"It's only been a few days since I saw you, and you've surprised me so much. I just want to say, Brother Zheng, you can bear it. "In the Panda Army, the fans' questions are almost drowning out Zhang Zheng.

"Don't ask me why I wrote a novel, it's a sad story." Zhang Zai looked at the fans' questions. replied helplessly.

"Tell me."

"Tell me."

"Give you the microphone and tell your story." Looking at Zhang Zheng's reply, many fans exploded, and it turned out to be a sad story. For fans, the embarrassment of idols, that is, the full banquet of the Manchurians, the temptation is enough to explode.

"You guys are naïve. How could I tell you such a thing? ”

"If you don't say it, we won't know? I just want to say that you are too naïve. Believe it or not, I'll get down on my knees and beg you every minute. ”

“………。”

“………。”

Feeling the anger from fans, Zhang Zai had no choice but to promise to select three lucky fans and give away three sets of his autographed special editions. That's when things settled.

Zhang Zai chatted with fans, while Zhu He, Wang Yajun and Qin Yang sat on the sofa and read the novel. They are completely immersed in the world of fiction and cannot extricate themselves. There is no way to rob this book of Zhu Xian, it is too good-looking. It's enough to make people forget to sleep and eat.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Zhang Zai woke up the three of them from the world of novels. At this time, Zhu He remembered that the three of them hadn't eaten yet, smiled apologetically, and then went into the kitchen to get busy.

After dinner, Wang Yajun and Qin Yang said goodbye and left. Zhang carjacked the car key and threw it to Qin Yang. "Send you Sister Wang."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to school tomorrow."

Watching the figures of the two disappear from sight, Zhang Zai knew that he might need a driver's license. Although there is an intermediate proficiency in driving, there is no driving license in this world. If you are found on the road. That's a joke.

As an artist, he defied traffic laws. When this hat comes down, Zhang Zheng can't please him.

"Zhu Meinu, do you have a driver's license?" Zhang Zai asked Zhu He, who was busy in the kitchen

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'll ask." Hearing the news, Zhang Zai was a little speechless, he was the only one who didn't have a driver's license at home. Wang Yajun's driver's license, Zhang Zai accidentally saw it once.

It's estimated that you won't be able to do this kind of thing in a short period of time with your sister. Zhang Zheng lying on the bed. Sink your mind into the system. glanced at the prestige, and at this time, Zhang Zheng's prestige had reached more than 72 million.

Zhang Zai calculated that there were more than 10 million incomes these days. And now that there is the matter of Zhu Xian, Zhang Zai guesses that it may rise again in a few days. As for how much it will rise, Zhang Zheng can't say for sure.

There has been no lottery for a long time. His heart was already tickling.

casually ordered a ten-draw draw. Zhang Zai closed his eyes and prayed in his heart. But when he opened his eyes and looked at the lottery results, he knew Sanqing, Laojun, and Rulai. The God of Wealth, these immortals, may be on vacation today.

Today's draw results can be said to have set a record. Because in addition to an intermediate level of performance skills, and an intermediate level of landscape painting proficient. He never got anything else.

Without saying anything, Zhang Zheng directly exited the system. Then went into the bathroom.

"Hey, Brother Rob, didn't you just wash your face?" Zhu He, who was brushing his teeth, looked at Zhang Zheng and asked with some puzzlement.

"Probably just hadn't been washed. I'll wash again. ”

Zhu He: ..........

Zhang Zai, who did not believe in evil, washed his face and lay on the bed again, then sank his mind into the system and began the lottery.

"Thank you for participating."

"Thank you for participating."

"Thank you for participating."

"Thank you for participating."

………

Until the ninth, Zhang Zai drew thank you for participating.

"Hey, this scene is familiar." Zhang Zai recalled in his mind that the last time he drew a lottery like this, it seemed that he had won the Xiaochen Trick. Thinking of this, Zhang Zai's breathing became rapid. If it's really like what he thinks, then the final prize may really be a big prize.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zai suppressed his excitement and continued to smoke.

"Thank you for participating."

Seeing this news, Zhang Zai was stunned, shouldn't it be a grand prize at this time. Why is it still empty? However, Zhang Zai didn't have time to think about it, and continued to press the lottery button.

"Thank you for participating."

"Thank you for participating."

"Thank you for participating."

Nine more thanks for participating, to be honest, Zhang Zheng has plans to give up here. But Zhang Zai saw that he had already "invested" so much, and if he gave up now, he would feel pity.

Helpless, Zhang Zai had no choice but to bite the bullet and press it down again.

"Get a collection of Tang poems."

A collection of Tang poems. A collection of Tang poems. Looking at the prize drawn, Zhang Zheng hadn't reacted yet, and after reading it silently in his mind twice. Then his eyes widened. "Damn. A collection of Tang poems? ”

After reacting, Zhang Zheng's breathing became rapid. If this were true, Zhang Zheng might be able to wake up laughing in his dreams. Hurriedly checked.

It is one of the most precious cultural heritages of the Chinese nation and a bright pearl in the treasure house of Chinese culture.