Zhang Chu couldn't help but have a headache when he saw the crowd outside the booth.

What is this called?

I met the editor, sent him to the book fair, came in curiously to hang out, and then was pressed on a chair to do something to sign it.

It's good now, so many people are not a small fight!

Urgently asking Nanhai Publishing Company to transfer goods is already far from quenching the thirst of the near, and now I can only congratulate myself that there are still a lot of works I have published.

Although only 50 copies of each book are prepared, there are many works, and the 50 sets of books of "Sou Shen Ji" alone are actually composed of 300 books.

Coupled with what Detective Sherlock, Youth School, Psychological Crime, Wukong Biography, Farewell My Concubine, Ghost Blowing the Lantern and Wanli Fifteen Years, at first glance it is quite a lot.

A lot of these works were sold in the morning, but there was still quite a lot of stock.

It's just that now it's swept away, and the display shelf is empty!

Even "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli" is not left, so you can imagine how crazy the purchasing power is.

Flashing lights and chatting voices are endless, and the security guards do their best to maintain order for fear of a stampede.

"Editor, look at the good things you have done. Where is this something that can be signed in an afternoon!" Zhang Chu's hands were already numb, and he subconsciously began to sign.

"I didn't know it was going to turn out like this. If I knew it, I would have applied for a bigger venue for you in advance, and let the company transport more works!" Gu Xinxue regretted it, thinking that his small plan would not succeed, but now it seems that the success is too much.

Signatures are secondary, how to get out is the top priority!

These people have been waiting outside for a long time, if Zhang Chu pats his ass and leaves, it is estimated that those readers will really turn black.

There were not many people leaving, but there were many people who gathered, including many expatriates.

There is no regret medicine in the world to take, no matter how much Zhang Chu complains, he can only swallow it in his stomach, and he can't face the people who come to buy books and sign them.

The dense crowd looked terrifying, and many people simply took short videos on Douyin here, so that more people could see the crowding of people!

Su Le had already found a remote position to sit down at this time, and he was very glad to open the book, "Fortunately, I went early, otherwise I would have been squeezed into a meatloaf!"

It is really a good thing to have foresight, when these people were still crowded for a book and for Zhang Chu's autograph, Su Le had actually started to read the book.

In the writers' exchange area, two writers are sitting on the sofa on the stage and communicating with the audience.

Ah Bing was a civil servant before becoming a writer, and after getting tired of seeing the endless cycles of life, he quit his job at the age of 26 and began to write and publish books.

Now that Ah Bing, who does not play erhu, he has published a collection of short stories "She Saw Me", "Blackbird" and a collection of essays "The Widow is Unharmed", and although he did not receive the favor of the mainstream literary world at the beginning, he has immersed himself in literary creation, won the admiration of well-known people, and has now become a stalwort.

Another Wu Qi, who is both a prose writer and the editor-in-chief of the literary magazine Reading, gathered seven or eight journalists and fifty or sixty literature lovers under the stage.

"Writing should be divided into two parts, the first part is to write for life, such as some official documents, planning, etc., the second is to channel the mind and record the world, and writing is a conversation with yourself......"

Ah Bing held the microphone and talked eloquently, the audience below was probably a little bored, and the reporters in the front row yawned.

But his next words were muffled by the voice on the radio, and he couldn't hear what was being said at all.

"Good news: Zhang Chu, a young Chinese writer, is launching a temporary signing activity at booth C3, and customers who are interested in participating in the signing activity should go in an orderly manner!"

The continuous sound of the broadcast made Ah Bing only close his mouth, and finally waited for this to end, but he heard the buzzing communication of the audience, and some people even got up and left directly!

"Zhang Chu, is it really Zhang Chu?"

"Why isn't this writers' salon Zhang Chulai, these two people have been blowing on stage for a long time, and it is not interesting at all. ”

"I'll have to go over and see how long this last-minute signing will last. ”

"Hehe, I bought a copy of "Farewell My Concubine" when I came over just now, this new book has not been officially released outside, I have to go to Zhang Chu to ask for an autograph. ”

"Let's go, let's see the excitement!"

Li Yun was still dozing off just now, and now he was completely sleepy.

As a reporter for Sohu Culture Channel, what clicks can the salon of A Bing and Wu Qi attract?

I'm afraid there are very few netizens who know them, but reporting Zhang Chu is different!

This guy has his own attention, and he can attract clicks no matter how big or small things are.

Unable to care less, Li Yun bent over and evacuated from the writers' salon with his fellow reporters, not caring at all about the mood of the two people on the stage.

For him, the weight of these two writers tied together is not as good as Zhang Chu's hair!

The reporters left in a swarm, and the audience also followed suit after hesitating and got up to leave.

The crowd, which was originally quite dense, suddenly became empty, and Ah Bing was so angry on stage that he wanted to vomit blood!

"What does that mean?"

Even if Ah Bing wanted to laugh it off, he couldn't think of what to say next when he looked at the three or two big cats and kittens in the audience.

Zhang Chu completely snatched away his audience, leaving less than five viewers still here!

Wu Qi was also stunned on the sofa, he had attended various literary exchange activities, but he had never encountered this situation, the audience had finished, and the atmosphere was too deserted.

"Teacher A Bing, are you still talking? If you don't, I'll go to see Zhang Chu's signing party. ”

A tall, thin boy in the front row waited for half a minute and didn't wait for the result, so he raised his voice and asked.

"It's a fart, if you want to go, go quickly. Ah Bing's rare negative emotions are completely slapped in the face!

"If you don't talk about it, you won't talk about it, and you will curse. No wonder no one listens, what a garbage writer. The boy didn't expect such a bad attitude to respond, and the whole person stood up with his bag very unhappy, and at the same time threw a disdainful look.

Ah Bing on the stage was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but he was thrown out of the clouds, and without saying anything, he turned around and walked towards the back of the stage, looking angry as if he was going to kill!

Wu Qi obviously knew when he saw this situation that this salon would not be able to open.

So he said to the only three people: "This exchange activity is here, if you have something to do, go and get busy." ”

After speaking, he shook his head and left, this writer's salon collided with Zhang Chu's signing meeting, and it was normal to lose, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable!