Money life

Chapter 90 Who is he?
The sky was gloomy, and it was about to rain.

Zhang Yanjiang stood behind the glass door of the Dingdang toy store and looked out. There were not many pedestrians on the street. It seemed that it was going to rain, and most of them hurried towards home.

Looking at the rushing crowd, he couldn't help remembering that after returning from the supermarket, Xiao Hang quietly asked him where he got so much money, and he only said that he was doing freelance work now and could earn some money.

When there was no one in the store, Zhang Jianzhi and Xiao Xue saw him buying so many things and blamed him.

Zhang Jianzhi and Xiao Xue are not the kind of people who are very frugal, but they are not the kind of people who spend money lavishly either.

Seeing that Zhang Yanjiang had bought so many things, they felt that it was a waste for his son to buy so many things at once. Apart from thinking it was a waste, they also wondered where he got so much money.

Zhang Yanjiang didn't explain why he bought so many things. He didn't intend to tell his parents where the money came from at first, but under his parents' pressure, he had no choice but to use Xiao Hang as a shield again.

This time, Zhang Jianzhi and Xiao Xue obviously didn't believe so much, they always felt that their son was very strange during this time.

Fearing that his parents might suspect something, he had no choice but to say that he was doing freelance work.

When Zhang Jianzhi and Xiao Xue heard this, they immediately regained their spirits. The former asked, "What do you do freelancing? Do you make money?"

"I bought these with the money I earned from doing freelance work." Zhang Yanjiang didn't look at his parents' eyes, but looked down at his feet, and said.

"How long have you been doing it? Why don't you tell me?" Zhang Jianzhi was obviously very happy that his son could make money.

"It didn't take long."

"What did you do? Make it so mysterious." Zhang Jianzhi smiled.

Zhang Yanjiang planned to say that he was doing a live broadcast, but in an instant, he swallowed the words in his stomach.

The live broadcast will obviously reveal his secrets. After all, he does not do live broadcast now, and it is difficult to make money from live broadcasting. He has to live broadcast with his mobile phone all day long. It is too easy for people to find out, and there is no secrecy at all.

And he's in the Jingle Toys store all day now, with his parents all day, and he's streaming without them knowing for sure.

Talking about live broadcasting will only make parents suspicious.

But looking at his parents looking forward to it, he couldn't help but say what he did, after all, it might also make his parents suspicious.

What can I say?What parents can accept?
Swallowing, he smiled, really couldn't think of what to say.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Jianzhi seemed to understand something, and asked, "Are you writing a novel?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yanjiang didn't expect his father to say that at all.

"Don't hide it from us. Don't think we don't know, you write novels every day when you rest." Zhang Jianzhi said cheerfully.

"We've known what you've been writing since you were in high school." Xiao Xue also said cheerfully.

Zhang Yanjiang never expected that his parents would find out that he insisted on writing something every day.

But it's fine if they misunderstood, although he doesn't write novels, but now his parents have misunderstood, and he doesn't bother to explain anything, so let's follow the misunderstanding of his parents.

"Son, what novel are you writing? Your mother and I have been wanting to read it for a long time. Tell us the name of the novel you wrote, and your mother and I will read it." Zhang Jianzhi was as happy as discovering a new world.

"Ah?" Zhang Yanjiang suddenly felt that the world really knew how to joke.

"What are you writing? Still so precious?" Xiao Xue thought that Zhang Yanjiang didn't want them to read it.

"No... It's because my grades are not good, and my writing is average. Parents, you should read other novels if you want to. By the way, I read a novel recently that was quite good, how about I introduce it to you?" He said that he didn't write novels, even if he did, he didn't want his parents to read his novels.

"I don't want to read other people's novels, I want to read yours." Xiao Xue persisted like a child.

Zhang Yanjiang: "..."

"You've made money by writing, so there must be many people reading it? Since there are people reading it, it must be good, so let us read it." Zhang Jianzhi also turned into a child, and said expectantly.

Zhang Yanjiang complained secretly, if he had known earlier, he would not have lied to you.

"Dad, Mom, don't you dislike me for writing novels?" Zhang Yanjiang quickly changed the subject.

"What do you dislike? My son will definitely become popular when he writes novels." Xiao Xue said confidently.

Zhang Yanjiang smiled wryly. He thought that if he wrote a novel, it would be good enough to sign a contract.

"Son, just tell us your name so that we can enjoy some novels written by our son?" Xiao Xue said again.

"Dad, Mom, it's not that I won't show it to you, but... I'm worried about you. Reading novels on your mobile phone all day is not good for your eyes. How about this, when it will be published, read the physical book." Zhang Yanjiang thought of a way to persuade his parents way.

Zhang Jianzhi looked at his son suspiciously, and then asked in surprise, "Is your novel going to be published?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Zhang Yanjiang's face, but he could only bite the bullet and nod, saying, "Not yet, but it will definitely happen in the future."

"You write so well?" Zhang Jianzhi stared at Zhang Yanjiang.

Zhang Yanjiang was guilty of being watched by his father, so he coughed lightly, looked outside the door, and said calmly, "It's okay."

Zhang Jianzhi and Xiao Xue couldn't be too happy when they heard about it.

My son can earn money by writing novels. As a parent, I must be happy for my son.

I just don't know what they will think when they know the truth.

Zhang Yanjiang smiled, and turned his eyes looking outside the door.

The words have been said, but now he does not want to write novels.

Although he likes to write novels, but now he feels that it is not the time, and he is not very good at writing.

He thinks very simply, he can't write novels now, he will be a freelancer in a few days, and then tell his parents that he can earn money, and at that time, his parents should forget what he wrote and said.

However, he had no idea that his parents had already spread the word about his novel writing.

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Zeyuan came in from the outside, seeing Zhang Yanjiang in a daze, asked cheerfully.

"Mr. Meng." Zhang Yanjiang shook his head.

Meng Zeyuan looked outside to make sure there was no suspicious person before entering the store.

Zhang Yanjiang was still standing behind the glass door.

"Huh?" Meng Zeyuan just entered the store for a while, Zhang Yanjiang saw a young man in black holding a camera, standing opposite the Dingdang toy store, and then took pictures of the store.

Zhang Yanjiang frowned, why is this person so familiar?

He suddenly remembered that when Meng Zeyuan came the last two times, he also saw people dressed in the same clothes, but he didn't know if it was not the same person, but it should be the same person based on his figure.

Strange, who is he?Why do you want to take pictures of the store?Did you come with Mr. Meng?Zhang Yanjiang looked suspiciously at the young man who was still taking pictures of the Dingdang toy store, and asked in his heart.

(End of this chapter)