Zhang Chu couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw the crowds of people outside the booth.

What's this called?

When I met the editor, I sent him to the book fair, and I was curious to come in and stroll around, and then I was pressed on a chair to sign up for a sale.

Now, so many people are not just a small fuss!

The emergency transfer of goods by Nanhai Publishing Company is already far away and unable to relieve near-thirst thirst. Now I can only be glad that I have published a lot of works.

Although there are only 50 books prepared for each book, there are too many works. The 50 sets of books "Soushen Ji" are actually composed of 300 books.

In addition, there are many detective Sherlock, the teenager, the psychological sin, the legend of Wukong, the farewell mystery, the ghost blowing the light and the fifteenth year of Wanli. At first glance, there are still quite a lot.

A lot of these works were sold in the morning, but there was still a lot of stock.

But now it’s swept away, and the display stand is empty!

Even if there is not a single book left in "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli", you can imagine how crazy the purchasing power is.

The flashes of photos and chat sounds are emerging one after another, and the security guards are doing their best to maintain order, fearing that there will be any stampede incident.

"Editor Gu, look at the good things you did. This is not something you can sign in one afternoon!" Zhang Chu's hands were already numb, and he subconsciously began to sign.

"I don't know that things will turn out like this. If I had known, I would have helped you apply for a larger venue in advance and let the company ship some works!" Gu Xinxue regretted it and thought that his small plan would not be successful. Now it's too successful.

Signing is secondary, and how to escape is the top priority!

These people are waiting outside for a long time. If Zhang Chu patted his butt and left, it is estimated that those readers will really turn into fans and turn into black.

There were not many people leaving, but there were many people gathered, including many foreigners.

There is no regret medicine in the world. Even if Zhang Chu complains more, he can only swallow it in his stomach and cannot face the person who comes to buy books and autographs.

The dense crowds looked very scary, so many people simply took Douyin short videos here to let more people see the crowded grand occasion!

Su Le had found a remote seat at this time and sat down. He was very glad to open the book, "Fortunately I went there early, otherwise I would have been squeezed into meat pies!"

It is really a good thing to be prescient. When these people were still crowded with a book and Zhang Chu's signature, Su Le had already started reading.

In the writers' exchange area, two writers were sitting on the sofa on the stage to communicate with the audience below.

Before becoming a writer, A Bing was a civil servant. After getting tired of the endless cycle of life, at the age of 26, he resigned and started working as an editor, writing and publishing books.

Now this A Bing, who is not playing the erhu, has published the short collection "She Sees Me", "Black Bird" and the essay collection "I Am Well". Although he did not receive favor from the mainstream literary circle from the beginning, he was immersed in literary creation, received praise from well-known people, and has now become the backbone.

Another Wu Qi is both a prose writer and the editor-in-chief of the literary magazine "Reading". Seven or eight journalists and fifty or sixty literary enthusiasts gathered below their stage.

"Writing should be divided into two parts. The first part is to write for life, such as some official documents, planning, etc. The second type of writing is to guide the soul and record the world. Writing is to talk to oneself..."

A Bing talked with the microphone, and the audience below were probably a little bored, and the front row reporters even yawned.

But his next words were suppressed by the sounds on the radio, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Good news: Chinese young writer Zhang Chu is launching a temporary signing event at the C3 booth. Customers who are interested in participating in the signing event are required to go there in an orderly manner!"

The continuous broadcast sound made A Bing shut up. After finally waiting for this, he heard the buzzing communication sound of the audience below, and some even stood up and left!

"Zhang Chu? Is it really Zhang Chu?"

"Why isn't this writer's salon Zhang Chulai? These two people blew on stage for a long time without any intention."

"I have to go over and see, I don't know how long this temporary signing will last."

"Hehe, I bought a book called "Farewell My Concubine" when I came here. This new book has not been officially released outside yet. I have to go find Zhang Chu to ask for an autograph."

"Let's go and watch the fun!"

Li Yun was dozing off just now, but now he is completely sleepy.

As a reporter from the Souf Culture Channel, what clicks can be attracted by reporting A Bing and Wu Qi's salon?

I'm afraid there are very few netizens who know them, but the report on Zhang Chu is different!

This guy has his own attention and can attract clicks no matter whether it is a big or small matter.

Without caring about much, Li Yun bent down and evacuated from the writer's salon with his fellow journalists, without caring about the mood of the two people on the stage.

For him, the weight of these two writers being tied together is not as good as Zhang Chu’s hair!

The reporters left in a hurry, and the audience hesitated and followed suit and stood up and left.

The originally dense crowd suddenly became empty, and A Bing was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood on the stage!

"What does this mean?"

Even if A Bing wanted to smile, he could not remember what to say next when he looked at the three or two big cats and kittens in the audience.

Zhang Chu completely snatched away his audience, leaving only less than five audiences still here!

Wu Qi was also stunned on the sofa. He had attended various literary exchange activities, but he had never encountered such a situation. The audience had finished it. The atmosphere was too deserted.

"Teacher A Bing, are you still talking? If you don't say it, I'll go to Zhang Chu's signing party."

A tall and thin boy in the front row waited for half a minute but didn't wait for the result, so he raised his volume and asked.

"I'm just talking nonsense, just go as soon as you want to go." A Bing showed off a rare negative emotion, and this was completely slapped in the face!

"If you don't talk, you won't talk, and you will scold people. No wonder no one listens, such a trash writer." The boy didn't expect that he would respond with such a bad attitude. He stood up with his bag in a very unhappy way, and at the same time he threw a look of contempt.

A Bing on the stage was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. Hanyang was thrown away. Without saying anything, he turned around and walked towards the back of the stage. He looked angry and seemed to be about to kill someone!

Wu Qi obviously knew when he saw this situation that this salon could not be opened.

So he spoke to the only three people who remained, "This exchange event is over here. If you have any questions, go and do it."
Chapter completed!