Seeing Llorente running over, Zhang Zhong and the others could only follow him in that direction. At the same time, he waved to the staff who had been standing by to go over and maintain order.
Although this group of readers had never made a fuss before, they were like a pot of calm hot oil. Although there seemed to be no movement, the temperature was high enough. Now that Llorente's drop of water fell into it, it would immediately cause boiling.
In particular, this guy's expression was as friendly as seeing a fellow countryman, and book fans naturally became even more excited.
"Here, I'll sign one for you, and I'll sign another one for you. Oh, there are actually people who like "Fallot". You have great taste, young man. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I will sign an autograph for each of you.
Is this your pen? Lend it to me. It would be too troublesome to sign one and exchange it for another."
Zhang Zhong and others rushed over. In only ten seconds, this guy had already signed several books with extremely fast hands, and he kept mumbling while signing.
The southeast corner of the Dongwang Exhibition Hall instantly turned into a lively vegetable market.
"Who still has a pen? None of the gentlemen next to me have a pen?"
This guy didn't even bother signing it himself, and he was still looking for pens for Zhang Zhong and the others.
By the time each of them had a pen in their hands, the situation was already out of control. Facing the enthusiastic readers, Zhang Zhong and the others had no choice but to turn away and could only temporarily join the signing army.
Originally, Feng He had relatively few fans, so he didn't need to sign a few autographs. However, the problem was that there were Feng He's works for sale in the Zhiwang Exhibition Hall. Some book fans who originally came to ask for autographs of Linde's books took the opportunity.
I went to buy Feng He’s book again and came over to get Feng He’s autograph.
Feng He also has a big head.
I am obviously not of this status, but I have to endure the pain that only this status can have.
There are probably hundreds of people in the Zhiwang Exhibition Hall now. If we really sign each of them, it will take a lot of time.
And the problem is, if time goes on for a long time, there might be a second and third wave later, so after signing about a hundred copies, Zhang Zhong stopped and pulled Llorente aside.
"I haven't finished signing yet." Llorente was pulled over, still complaining in a low voice.
"If you really want to sign autographs, how about I arrange a book signing for you here later?"
"Oh, forget it, the autograph session is not interesting." Llorente shrugged his shoulders.
Zhang Zhong smiled helplessly, and then said to his book friends, "Everyone, I'm sorry, we have something to do today, so we'll stop here for now. We'll continue when we have time later."
…
The incident at the Zhiwang Exhibition Hall had already been on the news when they had dinner together in the evening.
At the dinner table, Zhang Zhong watched the news and said to Llorente, "You better keep a low profile. If Penny Austin knows you are here, she might come to find you."
Hearing Penny Austin's name, Llorente's fat body couldn't help but shudder.
Then he said, as if to comfort himself, "No, she is in Europe recently."
"Europe is closer to us," Linde said.
Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "You know her schedule quite well."
"I saw it occasionally when I watched the news."
"I won't talk about her anymore, but you have to pay for tonight's meal." Linde said.
When he heard that he had to pay the bill, Llorente immediately quit and said with his head held high, "Why, I am the poorest here."
Feng He next to him smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Llorente, maybe... you are a little richer than me?"
Llorente patted Feng He on the shoulder, "You're right, I'm neither the richest nor the poorest here. No matter how you line up, I shouldn't have to pay the bill."
"Who asked you to cause trouble today?"
"What do you mean by causing trouble? Can't I get close to the book friends in China? Otherwise, I'm afraid that there will be news later that the two of us came to China and have an indifferent attitude towards Chinese fans. Maybe they will say that we look down on Chinese fans.
Speaking of which, I still helped you, Linde, you should pay for this meal."
"Purely sophistry."
"I'm telling the truth."
…
Of course Llorente was not asked to pay the bill in the end, but when Zhang Zhong paid the bill, he was told that the bill had already been bought by Feng He, who had bought the bill before the meal started.
Send Linde and Llorente back to the hotel and make an appointment for everyone to go to Jiao Lake tomorrow.
Tomorrow happened to be the weekend, and because Linde and Llorente were here, he couldn't take Pengpeng to Yanjing to learn painting from Wu Ziyun, so he called Wu Ziyun and asked for a leave. He planned to take Pengpeng and the others out with him tomorrow.
Have fun.
After returning home, Pengpeng had gone to bed and the old couple were watching TV. When they saw Zhang Zhong coming back, they pointed to Pengpeng's diary on the coffee table and said, "Pengpeng has written today's diary. I said I will let you know."
Check check.”
"Really?"
Zhang Zhong walked over and picked up the diary with great interest, and then turned to the latest page.
What strikes the eye is that it is a long paragraph, which is different from the short ones in the past.
I'm afraid it's a hundred or two hundred words long.
[Today is Friday, and I don’t have to go to school tomorrow. Grandma said that my father has two good friends coming over, and they can’t come back to tell me stories tonight, but it doesn’t matter, I can read now, and I don’t need my father to read it to me.
Already...]
She probably wanted to write and read, but she missed writing a radical and ended up selling it.
Zhang Zhong secretly made a note that tomorrow he would ask Pengpeng to write read and sell ten times respectively. How could she confuse these two words? There was also the word "tie", which she couldn't write well.
Look further down.
[Grandma made meat dumplings tonight, which are very delicious.]
Yes, I mentioned eating again, and the word "egg" was written wrong.
Zhang Zhong remembered that this was not the first time Pengpeng had written the word "苆" wrongly, but she had written "苆" before, and she was asked to write it ten times.
Already.
Putting down his daughter's diary, Zhang Zhong went to take a bath first, and then ran to the study to continue the unfinished work from yesterday.
After working in the study for a while, Zhang Xingjun said at the door, "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
Zhang Zhong raised his head and smiled, "I have something to write and it will be over soon. Dad, please go to bed first."
Zhang Xingjun nodded, "Don't leave it too late. If you get hungry after writing, there is the chicken soup your mother cooked today in the casserole in the refrigerator. Make some noodles for yourself."
"Yeah, I got it."
After his father left, Zhang Zhong remembered to look at the time, but found that it was already past twelve o'clock.
Although he still wanted to continue writing, he overcame the urge, saved what he had just written and turned off the computer directly.
Originally, he was going to go back to his room to sleep, but when he walked through the kitchen, he suddenly remembered his father's words and felt that he was indeed a little hungry, so he ran to cook himself a bowl of noodles.
The living room was quiet, but thinking that his parents and Peng Peng were there, he felt much more at ease.