Because there were more people and those at the back were watching, Zhang Zhong did not sign for Fang Qiongte.
But later he would write a separate letter to Li Yan and ask her to pass it on to Fang Qiong, so Zhang Zhongcai said that this girl was here to cause trouble. It was obviously a phone call and she had to come and line up.
The autograph session lasted until eight o'clock. Zhang Zhong rubbed his sore wrist and looked at the team. He roughly estimated that there should be three to four hundred people.
He said to the staff next to him, "Just these people. If anyone comes to queue again, tell them it's over."
This is the only way, otherwise one will come from time to time, and another will come from time to time, and I don’t know when the signing will be completed.
Because the signing lasted for a long time, Zhang Zhong was also a little tired, and the speed of the signing slowed down a lot. It took more than an hour for the remaining three to four hundred people to finish signing.
It wasn't until after nine o'clock that the autograph session finally ended.
Cai Yunwei had been waiting nearby. When he saw Zhang Zhong finished stretching his arms, he said with a smile, "Teacher Zhang, I have arranged a midnight snack at the hotel next door. You can leave after you finish your meal."
Zhang Zhong shook his head and said, "I've eaten before and I'm not very hungry now. Thank you very much, Manager Cai, for your kindness."
"Teacher Zhang, why don't you go sit in my office and drink a glass of water before leaving?"
"No, it's getting late. I have something to do when I go back, and I need to trouble you to find someone to send me out through the side door." Zhang Zhong said.
Cai Yunwei nodded, "Okay, I'll give it to you."
Zhang Zhong did not refuse because he had just seen that Cai Yunwei had something else to say to him.
Sure enough, when the two of them walked to the side door, Cai Yunwei took out a big red envelope and handed it to Zhang Zhong, "Teacher Zhang, this is a little tribute from the shop."
Zhang Zhong didn't accept it, but looking at the thickness of the red envelope, he thought it was probably 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.
"It's okay, everyone gets what they need, and nothing else is necessary."
Cai Yunwei said quickly, "This is also the custom for signing autographs, for good luck."
"In that case, I'll accept it." Zhang Zhong accepted the red envelope without saying anything else, and then said goodbye to Cai Yunwei, "I'll go back first."
Cai Yunwei smiled and said, "Okay, Teacher Zhang, walk slowly."
After walking out of Nanfang Bookstore, Zhang Zhong weighed the red envelope. This red envelope was not a palm-sized red envelope, but about the same size as a seven- or eight-inch tablet. If it was full, fifty or sixty thousand yuan would definitely be able to fit in it.
In fact, there are no benefits to him from signing books. After all, he can make money for every book he sells. As for the practice Cai Yunwei said is not a lie. Generally, people are invited to bookstores to sign books, and they will pay more or less.
Red envelope.
However, Zhang Zhong is not sure how many red envelopes there are in general.
His car was parked near Meng Mu Xiaozhu, and he still had to walk there to pick it up.
By the time he got home, it was almost ten o'clock, the lights in the living room were still on, the old couple were watching TV, and Peng Peng had already gone back to the house to sleep.
"Did you go well today? I heard from Xiaoyan that there were a lot of people at the bookstore today." Seeing Zhang Zhong return home, Hu Huifang asked.
Zhang Xingjun also smiled and said: "I originally wanted to join in the fun, but your mother wouldn't let me go."
Zhang Zhong secretly gave a thumbs up to his mother, she made a right decision.
"Well, it's not bad. The readers are quite enthusiastic." Zhang Zhong took off his coat and yawned. He was indeed a little tired today. He looked at his parents again, "Aren't you still going to bed so late?"
Hu Huifang smiled and said, "Go and take a shower, we will go to bed soon."
"Um."
By the time Zhang Zhong finished taking a shower, the TV in the living room had been turned off. In fact, he also knew that the old couple had stayed up because they were waiting for him. No matter how old they were outside, their parents would always be concerned about them.
After a speechless night, I called Li Yan the next morning and told her that the special signature for her classmate had been written and that she should come back to get it when she had time.
"Brother, you are the best, I love you so much." Li Yan almost jumped out of bed.
"Okay, I have to send Pengpeng to school soon, so I'll hang up first."
After ending the call, Li Yan lay on the bed in a good mood and looked at the ceiling. Because there were only three or four classes in the morning, she stayed in bed without getting up.
Not only her, but everyone else in the dormitory hadn't gotten up yet. Li Yan picked up the pillow on the bedside and threw it onto the bed opposite.
Fang Qiong, who was in the bed opposite, had not yet woken up. She was hit by a pillow and was still a little confused. "Sister Yan, why do you want to fight so early in the morning?"
Li Yan said with a smile, "My brother called and said that he has written a special signature for you and asked me to go back and get it when I have time."
Fang Qiong immediately got up from the bed, "Then why are you still lying on the bed? Why don't you go back and get it?"
"Why are you so anxious? I won't run away anymore. We have to go to class later. Oh, don't worry, I'm calling again."
Li Yan picked up the phone and answered the call, saying, "Hey, brother, why are you calling me? Oh, okay, I know when you will be here."
Fang Qiong scratched the edge of the bed and watched eagerly. When Li Yan finished the call, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What happened? What did your brother say?"
"What? This is my brother. He said he would come to school to see me at noon."
Fang Qiong was stunned, "Brother? Isn't he your brother who is in a vegetative state?"
"Are you stupid? His surname is Zhang and my surname is Li. How can we be brothers?" Li Yan curled her lips and said.
Fang Qiong suddenly showed a strange smile, "Who told you to call me brother so affectionately? Then he is either your biological brother or your lover brother..."
"You're going to die!"
Before Fang Qiong finished speaking, another pillow flew towards her.
…
When Zhang Zhong received a call from Li Zhuo, he was proofreading "The Snowman". He had been writing this book for several months and had just finished it recently. Now the proofreading work is coming to an end.
On the phone, Li Zhuo told Zhang Zhong that he had not been very busy at work recently, so he planned to come back to rest for a while and have dinner together in the evening.
"How are you doing lately? You know my reading ability is basically zero. I also looked for your book and read it, but I can't read it." After Li Zhuo explained his situation, he asked about Zhang Zhong's current situation.
Although Zhang Zhong is currently in the limelight, for Li Zhuo, there is no overlap between the literary world and his world.
"Haha, it's okay if you don't understand my books, just buy a few more to support sales." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"Tch, I've heard that the sales volume of any of your books is several million, but it still lacks the sales volume of mine? Let me tell you, if my company can't continue to work, I will join you later.
Okay, I'll be a bitch for you and just reward me with a meal."
Zhang Zhong frowned. Although it sounded like Li Zhuo was joking, he could hear something else in his tone. Maybe his career was really suffering a setback.
After all, he suddenly became free, which made people have to think about this.
It is indeed not easy for blasting companies to do well now. This kind of life-extending marketing that consumes potential in advance cannot last long. The market is now ruined, so it must be difficult.
Unless his company can be upgraded into a real consulting company, it will drown in this murky pool sooner or later.
But the consulting company's requirements were too high, and the possibility of Li Zhuo being able to do it was almost zero.