Although the quota has been doubled, it is obviously not appropriate to enter the market to brush 700,000 again, and I will talk about it tomorrow. Two million a day, it's a bit stressful to scatter.

"Song Qian ......"

Just as he was about to leave, Song Qian heard someone shouting behind him. As soon as I turned around, I realized that I had forgotten about the people I was traveling with because I was in a hurry to send the package.

It was Yuan Zixin and You Dawei who chased after him.

"I saw you still swiping your card over there just now, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. Yuan Zixin ran over and said.

You Dawei also wanted to say some more words of thanks to Song Qian, after all, if 10,000 copies of the book are sold alone, I don't know if they will be sold until the Year of the Monkey.

"It's strange, you're buying clothes and books as gifts, why don't you even have a reporter to interview you?" You Dawei found a topic to set up.

"I have nothing to interview, but hundreds of thousands, and Huatai Bank has donated 7 million. ”

Speaking of this, Song Qian couldn't help but want to laugh. However, he also understood more and more how Zhu Xinlai, a person who is not good-looking, can have such weight in the literary and artistic world, and it is enough to be so attentive to everything just for him.

He didn't like to be exposed, so he quietly avoided these, thinking that when this event was broadcast, he would cut out a lot of shots about himself. I am now fledgling, and it is indeed not suitable for overexposure.

Just as the three of them were talking about leaving together, four or five men with microphones, cameras, or flashlights rushed straight to the three of them from the passage in front.

Shouldn't you just praise Zhu Xinlai for a few words, this will be a wave of large-scale exposure, right?

Song Qian subconsciously stepped back. When I turned around, it was also a group of people, bigger than the previous battle, and even professional things like reflectors were prepared!

Song Qian couldn't run back and forth, so he could only retreat to the side. But apparently it was too late, and the two teams met.

"I ......"

"Is it Miss Yuan? We love fashion magazines, and you were really amazed by the clothes you wore just now,......" the group of people who ran from the front took the lead in an interview with a microphone.

Belch!

Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief, daring to go to Yuan Zixin.

But the latter group ......

"Click!

The flash kept flashing, and Song Qian couldn't help but block his face: "Don't shoot me ......"

"May I ask Mr. You Dawei? We are from the New Youth Daily, and you have already sold well before you are publicly released...... As soon as the other team came up, they surrounded You Dawei and kept asking questions.

Belch!

Song Qian suddenly had a black line on his head: Dare to love the two teams, neither of them came for themselves...... Although there is a little loss, but fortunately, I don't want to be in the limelight at all. So while a bunch of people were in a hurry, Song Qian quietly squeezed out of the crowd and slipped out through the back door.

However, the encirclement and interception of this scene reminded Song Qian of the female reporter on the TV station the day before yesterday, saying that she was not here for such an important event today? Could it be that she went to interview Zhang Yide?

It's no wonder that Song Qian thinks so, just now at the auction, several portals have pushed news, and now the limelight of "The Most Beautiful Spider Man" has completely overshadowed the incident of the Shuguang Hotel fire, and the circle of friends is also crazy. Everyone no longer cares about how many people were killed or injured in the Shuguang Hotel fire incident, but more is praising this "most beautiful spider man".

It is said that the secretary of the municipal party committee went to the home of the "most beautiful spider man" at the first time and sent a certificate of "righteousness and courage" and condolences money, and the main leaders of the provincial level also gave instructions and affirmations on the relevant propaganda reports, requiring a wide range of activities to learn from Comrade Zhang Yide.

Time. Bad things turned into good things, a fire, but it made Lingcheng angry, and Zhang Yide even more popular.

However, in the case of Zhang Yide, some reporters squatted there for interviews, and Zhang Manlu was not needed. At this time, Zhang Manlu, together with one of her assistants, was conducting an abnormal shooting, although the difficulty was not as great as the undercover pyramid scheme den that day, but there was enough to dedicate herself to the cause......

……

Out of the gate of the convention and exhibition center, a gust of wind mixed with the smell of wet dust greeted him, Song Qian couldn't help but raise his hand to block it in front of his forehead, and narrowed his eyes.

There was still a little sun in the morning, and by noon the clouds were already thick and the ground was a little wet. Although the rain has not yet fallen, the gusts of wind are blowing more and more decently, and it seems that a typhoon is really coming.

In the morning auction, it was not easy to complete the task of doubling the quota within a level, and there were more than one million left today, and there was a class reunion in the afternoon, and Song Qian couldn't help but pretend to be forced. Besides, according to the prompts when upgrading, the next quota doubling task will be triggered in the school, isn't this the class reunion organized by Ge Tian just to meet in the school first?

However, if one million is turned into four million in one day, it is even more difficult to disperse.

No matter what, are you afraid that no one will want you if you have money? After all, you have to adapt to the days of spending money lavishly.

"Taxi!"

Song Qian stretched out his hand and hailed a taxi.

"Where?"

"Go to ......"

Song Qian just wanted to say that he was going to Lingcheng Middle School, but suddenly remembered the prompt when he upgraded, and there was also a task of doubling the quota within the level that was triggered on the bus, so he quickly apologized to the driver: "I'm sorry, I'm not going." ”

"Cut!"

The taxi driver muttered, stepped on the gas pedal in anger, and the car sped away.

Now it is becoming more and more difficult to make money by driving a taxi, the price of oil is getting higher and higher, there is more and more money, the starting price is low, you must play the meter, all kinds of constraints, plus what low-carbon travel is encouraged now, all kinds of shared bicycles, not to mention the number of bus shifts, and special lanes, even the traffic light intersection can be five seconds earlier than ordinary cars. Like this, braking, parking, and starting, which consumes a piece of gas money, and has not yet carried passengers, can you not be depressed?

It is said that Song Qian did not take a taxi, but waited patiently at the bus stop. It was about a while since the last bus left, and there were still a lot of people waiting at the bus stop.

On the left-hand side, a young couple who look like high school students, the girl sits in one of the few seats, and the boy stands, their index fingers clasped.

The reason why the boy can only stand is because of the other two positions next to the girl, one of which is occupied by an old man in his sixties.

Although the wind is blowing at this time, it is not so hot and dry, but the uncle seems to be in a hurry, sweating all over, and constantly fanning himself with a stack of old newspapers.

"Why hasn't the car come yet?" the girl muttered as she looked at her boyfriend. Because I always felt that the uncle next to me had a strange smell, anyway, it was not a normal smell of sweat, and with the incitement of the newspaper fan, it rushed straight to her nose, which made her very uncomfortable.

Babies have frankincense, girls have body odor, and the elderly have the so-called old smell, which I can't smell, in fact, it's normal.

"It should be soon, why don't we take a taxi?" the boy was a little distressed, and took the girl's hand tightly.

"It's still not necessary, it takes more than 30 yuan to take a taxi, and three yuan for the bus is enough. ”

Because she was so distressed, the girl was relieved a lot, smiled sweetly, and gently leaned her head on the boy's waist.

The boy gently rubbed the girl's hair with his other hand, then lowered his head and kissed the girl's hair, and said softly, "You are so good." ”

Sure enough, I'm still a student. Song Qian sighed in his heart, it only costs three yuan for two people to take the bus, isn't it a student card. Today's high school students are so affectionate, blinding the eyes of older single dogs!

Without looking to the left, Song Qian glanced to the right.

"I was at the bus stop at the convention center. "Yes, will you get on the next train?" "Got it, don't worry." ”

A man was on the phone, listening to the voice, quite elegant. But looking at the people again, it still made Song Qian contrast: wearing washed white shabby denim trousers, a black sleeveless T-shirt with an exaggerated skull pattern printed on it. These are all normal, but the dragon-shaped tattoos on his left arm are a little frightening, and the hideous scar on his face that extends to his neck makes people feel like "on the road".

Such a person, whether it is a real hooligan or a fake Sven, Song Qian thinks that it is still not troublesome, if you don't take a second look, you can be stabbed. While there are still two defense cards out there, it's not worth wasting one for something like this.

So I could only take out my mobile phone to pass the time of waiting, and avoid looking around.