A dull gourd who laughs, bends and responds to calls 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, thinking that it would be great if he could keep peeing like this, so that he wouldn't have to go out and face that embarrassing situation.

However, time will 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, and when he sat down, Zhang Wei and Zhang Xixi were chatting enthusiastically, and he happened to hear the end of Zhang Wei's words:

"...So I still wanted to interview the top pick this time, but unfortunately I couldn't make an appointment."

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

Zhang Wei said: "Yes, Cultural Tourism gave them the phone number of my work unit. I contacted them, but they had a very bad attitude and said they didn't know."

Zhang Xixi said: "Did that person instruct their unit to say this?"

Zhang Wei said: "It's possible."

Zhang Xixi said: "Is that person so arrogant just after he won the award? He didn't even give you face, brother?"

Zhang Wei sneered. Zhang Xixi said eloquently: "Brother, why do you rush to help people promote it? You can just write a manuscript and hand it over."

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 that the leader pays so much attention to it this time. This is an opportunity. We should do a good job this time and really achieve some promotion effect.

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 commented with a deep look: "Xiaowei's idea is right, Xixi, you should stand higher. You must not forget your roots, and you must have local feelings. Moreover, how do you know that you will not use these connections in the future?

When? Not to mention what kind of association you will join in the future, but your father and I will stay in a hospital from now on. We can make phone calls and make some connections, and even the beds can be easily arranged."

Wang Zixu listened more and more, and something seemed wrong.

Why does he feel like this is talking about me?

But is this really talking about me?

I don’t have much airs. No one wants to interview me, either?

Moreover, I am such a big person, sitting 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, 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 any calls from strangers. Some of them were called to their work.

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

The second thing he didn't know was that he only accepted an award on stage that day and gave a simple interview. He was dressed more casually that day, and his face was distorted under the bright lights. He was widely circulated.

The focus of the photos was even more disastrous, and even he had to rely on his body posture to identify who he was.

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

Wang Jianguo glanced at him: "Don't make any noise, listen carefully and study hard."
Chapter completed!