It's winter in Wellington now, but the coldest period has passed, and spring in the southern hemisphere is about to arrive.
When Zhang Zhong got off the plane, he didn't feel too cold. The temperature was about ten degrees Celsius.
Some people complain that although the temperature in Wellington is not low in winter, because the air is humid, the low temperature causes magical damage.
However, Zhang Zhong is not originally from the north, so he is basically immune to this kind of magical damage.
The World Science Fiction Convention is not just one day, but a total of five days, from August 28th to September 1st. The Hugo Award Ceremony starts at 8 o'clock in the evening on August 30th.
At the regular meeting of the World Science Fiction Convention at 10 o'clock in the morning on the same day, the venue for next year's World Science Fiction Convention will be announced.
Zhang Zhong arrived at 10 a.m. on August 29, Wellington local time, and the conference had already begun its second day.
The venue of the conference was the TSB Bank Stadium in Wellington. When Zhang Zhong arrived, the stadium was already crowded with people, and various cosplayers could be seen everywhere strutting past on the road.
Zhang Zhong's car passed through the crowd, entered the parking lot of the stadium, and then entered the exhibition hall directly.
There are booths from various countries and organizations everywhere in the exhibition hall. Some of them display various handicrafts. If they like something, passing visitors can directly fill out the form and bid.
In addition, there are some autograph booths.
As soon as Zhang Zhong walked in, he was recognized.
"Oh, pz!"
I don't know who shouted, and many people started to look this way.
Zhang Zhong greeted them with a smile, and then led directly to the Chinese Science Fiction Fans stall under the guidance of the staff.
A lot of people had gathered at the Chinese Science Fiction booth. When they saw Zhang Zhong passing by, they all made way for him.
Zhang Zhong smiled and nodded to the readers, and then looked at the stalls for Chinese science fiction fans.
In addition to the Chinese science fiction fans' booth dominated by micro-images, there are also booths from the Future Affairs Administration, Science Fiction World, 001 and some reading websites.
Except for the Science Fiction World booth, all the other booths had a Zhang Zhong poster, and there were also many Zhang Zhong books on the table.
The booth where Jiangyang bids to host the World Science Fiction Convention is on the other side.
After chatting with the staff from China for a while, he went directly to Jiangyang Shenhuan's stall.
The crowd also followed Zhang Zhong and walked over.
Xu Yang, who was greeting people at the stall, saw a large group of people walking towards him, and his mind went blank for a moment.
"Are you alone?" Zhang Zhong walked up to Xu Yang and asked with a smile.
Xu Yang nodded blankly, then shook his head again, "Two colleagues went to other stalls to observe."
"Well, if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger." Zhang Zhong looked at the stalls in Jiangyang.
The stalls in Jiangyang have many items, but they are also very monotonous.
Because almost everything here is related to Zhang Zhong.
However, Zhang Zhong didn't say anything. No matter how good the stall was, it would not determine the overall situation. However, there was still a problem with this attitude. He wanted to mention it to them when he returned to Jiangyang.
If Jiang Yang wants to apply for magic, he should show off the city's own things for everyone to see, instead of relying on him to support it.
Otherwise, even if the application is successful, what good will it do to Jiang Yang? It will just gain a false reputation.
But we still have to help those who need to help. Zhang Zhong looked at his books on the table and said, "Can I use these books?"
"Of course." Xu Yang said quickly.
Zhang Dian nodded, took five of his books from the table, and then signed his name on the title page one by one.
After signing his name, he said to Xu Yang, "Give these books away. You can decide for yourself how to send them."
He put a lot of thought into these five books. Not only did he sign his name, he also specially wrote Wellington on them.
In this way, these five books are distinguished from other signed books and become "Wellington World Science Fiction Convention" limited editions.
Xu Yang looked at the five books in front of him and swallowed. If it was not his duty, he really wanted to keep these books for himself.
But he didn't dare not listen to Zhang Zhong's words, and there were many people around him, many of whom were Chinese, and they all heard Zhang Zhong's words.
"I hope everyone can support Jiang Yang."
After Zhang Zhong left the book to Xu Yang, he left on his own.
He rushed over just after getting off the plane, just to stand up for Jiang Yang Shenhuan. Now that the mission is completed, he is going back to rest.
Xu Yang couldn't care less about sending Zhang Zhong off. He needed to stay and deal with the eager book friends in front of him.
"Don't be anxious, everyone. Zhang Zhong's five limited edition autographed books will be given away to everyone through a lottery. Please feel free to queue up."
As Xu Yang spoke, he took out his pad and called up the lottery software.
Then I found a big book and asked people who came to draw the lottery to sign it.
At the moment, Xu Yang could only think of this method. If he had known about the existence of this basic limited edition signed book, he could have designed many wonderful activities, such as quizzes on Zhang Zhong's science fiction works, character name games in Zhang Zhong's science fiction works...
James, who was originally visiting the booth of the European Science Fiction Convention in Amiens, France, suddenly saw a group of people gathering at Jiangyang Shenhuan's booth from a distance, and his eyes lit up and he ran over.
"Lottery? What prize? Limited signed book? What? Pz was here just now? He left again?"
As soon as James slapped his thigh, he had come a long time ago just to squat.
Yesterday, he spent most of the day at Jiangyang's bid booth, and even got to know Jiangyang's staff member Xu Yang. However, he didn't expect that he had just left for such a short time and missed the opportunity to meet pz.
It was all because the girl named Anna at the booth of the European Science Fiction Convention in Amiens, France, had such a seductive look that he was obsessed there for a while.
Anna, who was far away at the booth of the European Science Fiction Convention in Amiens, France, looked at the scene at Jiangyang Shenhuan's booth from a distance and was stunned. Did something terrible happen there?
When she went over to ask, she found out that pz had just come and left.
She couldn't help but stamp her feet, secretly blaming the British boy named James for being so sweet-talking that she missed Zhang Zhong. She had been staring at Jiangyang Shenhuan's stall.
Anna is the same Anna who met Zhang Zhong before on the Seine. Since that encounter, she has become a big fan of Zhang Zhong. This time, in order to chase stars, she even became a staff member of Amiens and traveled all the way to Wellington.
Come.
James could still run to the back and queue up for the lottery, but she had to return to her job.
Neither young man knew that he had become a "disaster" in the other's heart. If Zhang Zhong knew what happened between James and Anna, he would probably sigh that the world is too small.