Too many people came and they were completely unprepared.
The shopping mall is actually not bad. We need to communicate with the security and traffic authorities and control the flow of people entering the shopping mall. The rest will be done slowly.
But Han Qi had to write it word by word.
Even if there are 10,000 people queuing up, even if the name is calculated as two characters... that's 20,000 characters!
Handwriting 20,000 words in one day?
Is this something a human can do?
Thinking of this, he quickly returned to the mall, wanting to tell Han Qi about this, so that he could at least be mentally prepared.
Bookstore on the fifth floor.
Han Qi took a fan's book and asked casually while lowering his head to sign: "How do you know me?"
"It's Weibo, and I watched all your videos. You did a great job."
"Thank you." Han Qi said and handed the book to him.
His book has three chapters and 200,000 words.
This is a lot of words for a traditional literature, and it is also a travelogue. Han Qi added a lot of landscape photos... although many of them were taken from the videos provided by the system.
But in the eyes of others, it is also their own thing, and there is nothing wrong with it.
"My Trip" is about as thick as a bottle cap and a half, and costs 60 yuan.
The quality of the paper and printing is good, but the price cannot be lowered.
It's not that Han Qi doesn't want to be cheaper, but after all, this is not his own business. He can only get 17% from the 60 yuan. The rest belongs to the publishing house.
Seventeen percent is the patent of veteran authors. Generally, newcomers can get 13%, which is considered good.
But Han Qi is not a traditional writer, but a celebrity with his own traffic. He relies on the power of his fans to sell books, so he can earn such high royalties.
Wang Zheng ran up, leaned next to Han Qi and whispered.
"You have to sign at least 10,000 people today. There are too many people queuing downstairs. They have even reached the subway entrance."
Han Qi is still signing autographs for others, and his writing style is very elegant.
"No matter how crowded there are, I can only sign in to the mall to get off work. Why are you panicking?"
Wang Zheng was suddenly stunned.
Yes.
Even if there are 20,000 or more people queuing up today, they can only sign in and leave in the evening. What is he worried about here?
Writing is not very tiring as long as you find a way.
Moreover, Han Qi has now found a way to sign his signature. The tip of his pen can be moved with just one touch on the paper, and the two characters Han Qi can be written in one stroke.
Five hours later, the audience's enthusiasm has not diminished.
But the bread has finished rising.
In the afternoon, several bakery shops in the mall were working overtime, but how could they keep up with the delivery speed? There were four cakes in a box, and they could deliver a box in a few seconds.
Fortunately, Han Qi's fans are relatively well-educated, otherwise some people would have gifts and some would not, which would have caused trouble.
The mall used loudspeakers to inform people at the back that they no longer need to queue, but the effect was very little. After waiting for most of the day, no one was willing to just leave, in case they were queued up.
Han Qi stretched out.
Xu Lei came up and asked, "Brother Han, can you withstand it?"
He was very worried about Han Qi's physical condition, because if he were sitting in this position and writing so many words in a day, his hand would probably be broken.
"no problem."
Just a little hungry.
I wrote it for a day, which was very exhausting.
Now standing in front of Han Qi was a woman with a very good figure. Han Qi did not dare to say that she was a girl. She had a good figure and a good face, and she was well made up. She was wearing a small purple velvet skirt and black silk stockings, and a black round
Frame glasses.
As long as you pass this kind of person on the street, you will definitely get a 100% turnaround rate from men.
After hearing the conversation between the two, she became a little worried about Han Qi's condition and said, "Thank you."
"It's me who should thank you."
The mall soon changed the topic and started to announce that Han Qi had been writing for several hours and was very tired. Then it said that the mall was about to close and she hoped to queue up sensibly.
This made most of the people at the back reluctant to leave.
However, they also walked around the fifth floor and took photos of themselves and Han Qi in the bookstore.
In the hotel at night, Wang Zheng and Xu Lei stood next to Han Qi, looking at no basic books left.
The staff member in charge of selling books said: "There are only six books left, so there is no need to queue up for the next ones."
"Ah? I finally got through the line after waiting for three hours."
"Yeah!! Damn it, I will be scolded to death if I go back."
Forget about them, Han Qi was shocked when he heard this. As far as he knew, there were 20,000 books in this mall, so he bought them all?
Wang Zheng saw Han Qi's expression and explained very considerately: "There is a book sales point on the first floor, and there are only 10,000 here."
However, there are still many people who bought books downstairs and lined up to sign them. Calculated from today's signing at 1 p.m. to now at 9:30, about 12,000 books have been signed. It may even be more, because there is no statistics on how many books there are.
People bought books downstairs and came up to wait for them to be signed.
The people in line were wailing, but if the book was gone, it was gone.
I finished signing the books next to me, and then signed a few books I had brought with me, and finally felt relaxed.
Han Qi sat on the chair and moved his body. His neck and back made a clicking sound, which was very comfortable. Fans who stayed in the bookstore took pictures of Han Qi with their mobile phones, and some of them even flashed.
Han Qi stood up and said with a smile: "Hey, turn off the flash."
"Brother Han, please sing two songs."
"Yeah, let's sing two songs. We have nothing and our girlfriend will beat us to death when we get home."
"Haha, little brother, let's find another girlfriend."
The bookstore was very noisy and the lights were very bright. If you didn't look at the dark night outside, you wouldn't even know it was ten o'clock.
Han Qi sat for a while and wanted to move forward.
A group of staff quickly followed.
Many of them were transferred from other Wandas and have experience in protecting celebrities.
Although today's autograph session went very smoothly, who knows if there will be crazy fans? Last time, someone encountered a celebrity performer who sang a song tone-deaf on stage, and then a group of fans cried and overturned it.
The railing rushed up and many on-site security guards were scratched.
It was actually fine inside the store, but as soon as he walked out of the bookstore, the whole mall suddenly became excited.
There are actually many people downstairs who cannot come up.
The mall strictly controls the flow of people in the corridors. No one else can come up until there are not many people on the fifth floor.
The queue was also disbanded.
But many people were unwilling to see Han Qi, especially those who had driven or taken the car for several hours. They all stood on the first floor or other floors, looking at the fifth floor from a distance.
The location of the bookstore.
Han Qi walked to the railing, and cheers broke out from upstairs and downstairs.
"Han Qi!!"
"Ah!! Han Qi!"
His various social media accounts have now been changed to Han Qi who loves to travel, especially Weibo and Bilibili. They have been called this name from a long time ago, so Han Qi's fans call him by his name directly. Signature
At that time, those who were too embarrassed to call me by name would always call me Brother Qi or Brother Han.
