As soon as Zhu Qingjia left, Wu Zichen rushed over and presented a hardcover commemorative edition of "Difficult Historical Tales of Chinese Studies" in front of Jiang Shuiyuan like a monkey offering treasures: "Boss, please sign it for me, and the content will be written 'to the only one in the world'." How, am I the first?"

"It's not!"

"Who's that?"

Jiang Shuiyuan pointed at Zhu Qingjia's back: "It's the old class." ”

Wu Zichen suddenly looked depressed: "I said all the good things and my mouth was worn out, so I asked for a copy from Peng Min in advance, I just wanted to burn the first incense, but I didn't think about it, but I was preempted by this old man." Do you say that when people invite him to be the host, shouldn't he honestly stand on the sidelines and preside over the activities in an orderly manner? What kind of excitement do you come here to make a fuss about? It is clearly a fake public interest and self-theft. Isn't there anyone in charge?"

Jiang Shuiyuan looked at him with a smile: "Why don't you take care of it?"

Wu Zichen's neck shrank: "Then forget it, I'm afraid that he will give me small shoes to wear in the future, and the county officials might as well take care of it now! By the way, boss, in order to appease my wounded heart, when your book is published, you must remember to sign it for me first." ”

"Don't even think about it, the first signed book after publication must be mine!" Peng Min said standing behind her, she also held a hardcover commemorative edition of "The Difficult History of Chinese Studies" in her hand, "If you dare to rob me, believe it or not, you won't be able to see a genuine sample book before it goes on the market?"

Wu Zichen coaxed again: "Okay, okay, I don't fight for the first autograph, I'm the second head office of the millennium, right?"

Peng Min scoffed at this: "Second child, don't think about it! In addition to my book, there are also Yue Wenjing and Li Wenzhao's." As for whether there will be any more queues in the future, it depends on the mood of the company's leaders, their wives and children. Do you know why I'm going to give you a chance to be at the front this time? It's because you'll never have a chance again!"

Wu Zichen couldn't help but choke speechlessly.

Peng Min was too lazy to deal with Wu Zichen anymore, and directly pushed the book in front of Jiang Shuiyuan: "Come and write me a few sentences." Don't fix those things that are vain, come to something practical, such as wishing Peng Da Mei an early promotion, more salary increases, eating well, sleeping sweetly, no wrinkles, no meat, and marrying a handsome and dashing golden beetle son-in-law who is young and golden. ”

Wu Zichen estimated that he was planning to break the jar: "I didn't expect Manager Peng to be general, but I thought it was quite beautiful!"

Peng Min was not angry, but just shook off a bowl of chicken soup flavored by the old godmother: "If you don't have any ideals, what's the difference between it and salted fish?

Wu Zichen smiled very casually: "From life to death, who is not walking on a road of no return? In that case, why not go along with your own pleasure and let yourself live a little happier? Besides, if you don't try, how do you know that it is a road of no return? What if you cross that mountain, the willows will be bright, and there will be sunny avenues leading to Rome everywhere?"

Peng Min shook his head: "Morally, I support you. However, as a woman, I am firmly on the side of the majority of female compatriots, and I am ready to fight you hard. Okay, that group of women's army has been killed, you can ask for more blessings!" After speaking, he patted Wu Zichen on the shoulder and walked away.

Wu Zichen turned around and saw Zhang Mingyue and a group of little girls rushing over. Zhang Mingyue gave full play to the advantage of not losing strength, shrugged her left shoulder, and raised her right shoulder, squeezing the girls on both sides to stagger. She was still holding two hardcover commemorative copies of "The Difficult History of Chinese Studies" in her arms, and she shouted loudly: "I am the first! Don't any of you want to rob me!"

Wu Zichen felt a chill on his back, so frightened that he hurriedly hid the book in his hand in his arms, and instructed repeatedly: "Boss, if Zhang Mingyue asks later, you will say that you have signed it for Lao Ban and Manager Peng, but don't confess me, I'm afraid that she will kill me in anger to vent her anger!"

"Aren't you afraid that she will kill Lao Ban or Manager Peng?"

Wu Zichen said hatefully: "She also dared to bully and bully us poor middle peasants, and choked with Lao Ban and Manager Peng? Now that I have the opportunity to kill people with a knife, of course I want to be happy and push the boat along the water, anyway, the dead friends will not die in the poor way!"

"The surname is Wu, what are you muttering? What kind of death is not poor? It shouldn't be that you are talking bad about me behind my back!"

As he spoke, Zhang Mingyue's voice suddenly sounded behind him, so frightened that Wu Zichen almost didn't jump up. In order not to save his life, Jiang Shuiyuan hurriedly explained: "Wu Zichen is asking me what the English word spindle means, and it is estimated that he peeked at my biology Olympiad information, because this word is more common in biology, that is, the spindle often mentioned in our biology textbooks." ”

When Zhang Mingyue heard that it was an English word or a biological term, she immediately pouted: "He knew that he was fake and positive, and at this time he came over to ask for English words, is it hypocritical? I said Xiao Wuzi, should you come here to ask for an autograph under the pretense of asking for words, right?"

Wu Zichen immediately swore an oath: "How is it possible? I didn't even go to buy a book, what kind of signature did I take? I came to help the boss, and I was bored and asked a word by the way." Do you want to sign or not? There are still a lot of people waiting for you!"

"Yes, of course!" said Zhang Mingyue, spreading the two books in her arms in front of Jiang Shuiyuan.

Jiang Shuiyuan turned the title page and wrote his name on it like a ghost. Zhang Mingyue watched Jiang Shuiyuan sign his name, twisted his thick waist, and asked timidly: "Can you write something else besides the signature?"

"What do you want to write about?"

"Can you write anything?"

"As long as I don't have to write an IOU. ”

"Then write a deed of sale!"

Jiang Shuiyuan said with a smile: "It is illegal to buy and sell people, don't think that you represent the moon, you can do bad things in broad daylight!"

Zhang Mingyue also laughed: "In that case, let's write 'The first will always belong to Zhang Mingyue's big beauty', and be angry with the group of little hooves behind." ”

Wu Zichen's face twitched beside him, it is estimated that if he didn't consider that the force value could not be compared to Zhang Mingyue, he would have laughed out loud on the spot.

"What about the second one?" Jiang Shuiyuan asked again.

"The second book writes 'The second also belongs to Zhang Mingyue's beauty'. ”

Wu Zichen couldn't control it anymore, just like a punctured tire, he laughed out loud. Zhang Mingyue's willow eyebrows were upside down, and she raised her big fist at him: "Say, what are you laughing at? Do you want to be beaten?"

Wu Zichen hurriedly explained: "No, no, I just think that Zhang Mingyue's signature is so powerful and domineering." Although the old class and Manager Peng got the first and second signatures of our boss respectively, you are only the third, but others don't know! As long as you see this signature, it doesn't matter what class teacher or manager he is, you are the first and second. In short, Lao Ban and Manager Peng have lost a lot!"

Jiang Shuiyuan was stunned for a moment: You just sold Lao Ban and Manager Peng so cleanly?

Wu Zichen smiled happily, revealing his standard eight big white teeth. Zhang Mingyue gritted her teeth and creaked: "What?

Wu Zichen gave Zhu Qingjia and Peng Min eye medicine, and at the same time did not forget to block Zhang Mingyue: "But it's not! But there's no way, who let them get the moon first near the water? The key thing is that there is nowhere to reason about this matter, I am aggrieved!" After speaking, he sighed like a cat crying a mouse.

Zhang Mingyue's heart was even more blocked, just like the third ring road in Beijing during the Friday night rush hour, but she really couldn't help Zhu Qingjia and Peng Min, and finally could only stomp her feet fiercely: "This big beauty doesn't care about those old men and old women!"