"The sound of the wind has dried up and the crazy people"
"The brush becomes incomplete"
"I turned into your shadow"
"It doesn't seem that sad"
Fang Jing didn't know why he got home. He was stunned, lying on the bed a little at a loss, and let the phone ring over and over again in the living room.
"You fly over mountains and rivers"
"Drunk in my arms"
"But honey, I'm still on the way."
"Stumble and rush"
"You tore apart the night and cried out wishes"
"Tears fill my chest"
When it rang for the seventh time, Fang Jing got up impatiently, and the caller ID showed Wu Jiajia.
"Boss, didn't you say you wanted to come back and continue signing books? It's almost time to get off work, are you coming?"
I looked at the time in the upper right corner and saw that it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. It turned out that I had slept for several hours without realizing it.
"Immediately, ask the driver to pick me up at the community."
After changing his clothes, putting on his shoes and hat, Fang Jing went out. When he got downstairs, he remembered that Lao Wang didn't seem to be coming in a while. The drive was only twenty minutes away. What were you doing down now?
He turned around and prepared to go upstairs, but stopped after a few steps. He was confused, "There is nothing to do when I go back, or I have to come back down again soon, which is troublesome."
His stomach growled with hunger. Following the route he remembered, Fang Jing walked to the community supermarket. After shopping for more than ten minutes, he came out with a box of yogurt. The car arrived at the door just in time.
When we arrived at the publicity team's office on the first floor, Gao Wei and others were still typing on the keyboard in front of the computer. They worked day and night, and sometimes they had to get up to publish an article after receiving a call from Yang Ning in the middle of the night.
"Why are you looking at me? What should I do?" Fang Jing wondered when he saw several people staring at him.
In the back room office, Wu Jiajia was bored sitting in front of the computer playing games. There were boxes of brand new books on the floor, and the smell of ink was fragrant.
Seeing Fang Jing coming through the glass window, she was so frightened that she quickly turned off the computer, her spirits were shaken, and she picked up a copy of Swordsman.
"How many are left unsigned?" Jing Jing asked after entering the house.
Wu Jiajia was depressed. There were seventy or eighty books in the pile on the table. Even a blind person could see it. She was about to speak when her eyes turned to the scene above. She saw that his face was pale, tired and lifeless, and his eyes were all bloodshot. She was suddenly frightened.
.
It was fine when I went out at noon. How long did it take for it to become like this?
"Why...you look so bad, your eyes are so red."
"Really?" He took out his phone and turned it into a camera, looking at himself in the picture. Fang Jing didn't care, "It's really a bit bad. Maybe he stayed up too late. You should get off work."
Pulling up a chair and sitting down, Fang Jing picked up the pen on the table and started signing books, with dragons and phoenixes flying, very fast, one book in two seconds.
Seeing his state, the calmer the situation became, the more worried Wu Jiajia became. She turned her head and looked at him several times before slowly exiting the office. After walking for a while, she came back without taking her bag.
She put the bag on the chair by the door. Seeing that Fang Jing was writing seriously, Wu Jiajia didn't dare to disturb him. She tiptoed and prepared to take the bag and leave. Her intuition told her that something must be wrong with this man and it was best not to get into trouble.
The brim of the hat blocked most of the light and affected his line of sight. Fang Jing took it off and threw it aside. He took the book in one hand and wrote with the other. After he finished writing, he put it aside.
At the door, Wu Jiajia covered her mouth. From what she saw, Fang Jing's originally black hair was now gray and white. Even if he didn't look at his face, even if he said he was an old man in his fifties or sixties, they would believe him.
Feeling someone behind him, Fang Jing turned around, "Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"
Wu Jiajia pointed to the bag on the chair, "I forgot to take it."
"Your hair is gray."
Seeing that he was looking at his phone again, Wu Jiajia took out a small makeup mirror from her bag and handed it over.
This is me?
Looking at the vampire in the mirror, Fang Jing was surprised for a moment. He remembered that he fell asleep in a daze when he went back. Why did he change when he woke up? And the hair was gray as well.
"I'm bored and dyeing my hair for fun. If I'm not busy, go to the supermarket outside and buy a bottle of hair dye for me."
"What color do you want?"
"Whatever, black!"
"oh!"
Putting on his hat, Fang Jing walked up to Gao Wei and said, "Brother, give me the key upstairs and wash your hair."
"The door is not closed, go on your own."
Wu Jiajia came back more than ten minutes later, holding a towel and hair dye in her hand. After giving the things to Fang Jing, she went downstairs.
After more than half an hour, no one who originally wanted to go upstairs for dinner had gone.
After drying his hair and looking at himself in the mirror, Fang Jing muttered, "It seems like I used too much."
…
Three days later, Swordsman was released online, and all 500,000 copies were sold out in less than half an hour.
In a certain publishing house in southern Hunan, a middle-aged man with a big belly was excited when he saw the data. The star effect was different. It was right to cooperate with Fang Jing.
He picked up his cell phone and made a call: "The price is easy to say, I will print another 300,000 yuan right away overnight!"
Just when it was hard to find a book online, Fang Jing’s book club was almost in a panic.
He had previously asked the management to withdraw from the group, and he had withdrawn. However, before withdrawing, the group created another group, and the number of people in it remained unchanged, and the group name did not change.
"Whoever has an autograph, I bought fifty-one."
"It seems that the message for each signature is different. What did you get?"
"Fang Jing said he likes me!"
"Bah! Shameless, can you sell it for a hundred?"
"Woooooooo! The senior high school party said that we will be in class during the sales time, and it will be gone after class."
"The paper books are still enjoyable to look at and don't hurt my eyes. Wow, I bought seven copies, all of them signed by me. I plan to give them to my senior high school teacher."
"I'm worried, Teacher. It seems like we are still in the same school in your space. Can I share the same school with you? I will definitely study hard and make progress every day."
"Which class are you in?"
"Why do we need to know each other when we meet? Prestige takes away the money. You put the book in the guard room and I will take it myself."
"Everyone! If you don't have an autograph, don't panic. Didn't Fang Jing have a notice? There will be offline autographs next week. Just take the purchased book and go to the Magic City to find him."
"I would like to go, but my balance does not allow it, so I can only envy you."
…
"Sir, many of our book friends, brothers and sisters here have not gotten autographed books. Can you use a back door to help write them?"
In the morning, on the way to the company, Fang Jing received news from the Eastern Invincible Penguin.
"Okay, if you bought it, send it over. If you haven't bought it, don't buy it. I'll send it here."
This group of people has been chasing him for more than a year since Zhuxian. Many of them are familiar with ID. Most of his reward leaders are also gifts from these loyal book friends. Repaying a book is nothing.
"Thank you, sir. I thank you for everyone and wish you success in your career."
"You're welcome. Please help me count the addresses. Which ones? Forget it. I'll just send them all. Don't send them. By the way, how many people are there?"
"two thousand!"
"How much?" Fang Jing almost bit his tongue.
"Hehe! Two Thousand is the old group we had before. We rebuilt one after disbanding."
Fang Jing was moved, "Okay, I get it!"
A group of 2,000 people called the publisher, who said they would deliver it overnight, free of charge.
This time they don't talk about making millions. Tens of thousands is nothing, not even a drop of money.
In the company, Fang Jing received a courier as soon as he entered the door. It was sent by Huang Xiaoming. When he opened it, it was a wedding invitation. He will get married on October 8th.