Soon, the bookstore opened, a large number of readers and book lovers poured in, and after the clerk maintained order, the event officially began. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because there were too many book fans at the scene, Clover could not accommodate so many people, so it had to temporarily adjust the order and swap the interactive session and the book signing activity.

Xu An sat behind his desk, with a tall stack of new books beside him.

The first lucky reader was a girl, with short blond hair, a little fat, and she looked a little excited, but she didn't make any extra moves, said hello to Xu An, took the signed new book and went down.

Book lovers are different from fans, relatively speaking, they are much more rational, and most of the people who still insist on paper reading are more rational and traditional, and the whole signing activity is carried out in an orderly manner.

I don't know how long it took, Xu An's wrist was a little sore, he took advantage of the opportunity of the change in front of him to quietly rub his wrist, and soon, a new reader stood in front of him, and when he was about to sign, Xu An was stunned for a moment.

This is a gray-haired old man, with the marks of age on his face, thin but slender.

"Uh, sir, first of all, thank you very much for coming to my event, maybe you liked my book because of "Lovely Bones", but I have to remind you that this new book may not be suitable for you to read, it and "Bones" are completely different styles!" Xu An kindly reminded.

The old man laughed, his face wrinkled, and he said in an old voice, "My body is old, but my heart is forever young. ”

Xu An was speechless.

"Haha, just kidding young man, I bought the book to give to my granddaughter, and then take this opportunity to come and see you, I like your first book very much, it is the best work I have ever read in my life." The old man said.

Xu An was a little flattered, stood up and shook hands with the old man, and said, "Thank you, thank you." ”

"No, it should be me saying thank you, it was the book you wrote that brought me out of the sadness that lasted for twenty years, and I am very happy to see such a work in my lifetime, which made me pay attention to the people around me again." The old man said with emotion.

Xu An didn't know what to say, but he laughed, isn't that the joy of writing?

Some people are happy for it, some people shed tears for it, it can make people happy, it can also help some people, what could be more accomplished than this?

"I've seen a lot of news about you, and your agent, Lance, said that you've always been in the habit of writing with a pen, right?" The old man asked.

Xu An nodded, and picked up the black pen engraved with the pelican pattern on the table, which was a gift from Catherine on his 18th birthday, a limited-edition small gold engraving ink pen from Bailikan.

"Yes, sir."

"I heard that Lance asked you for the original manuscript of Bones as a payment for his representation of your first work?" The old man asked again.

"Yes."

When the old man saw Xu An confirm the news, he was a little emotional and envious, and said: "He is really a lucky guy, no matter how the book sells, he is worthy of envy." ”

Xu An didn't answer, fortunately or not, it depends on everyone's values, some people feel that Lance gave up hundreds of thousands of dollars in agency fees, and he is an idiot, but Lance himself does not regret it at all.

"Okay, after such a long delay, I almost forgot about business." The old man said, put a handbag on the table in front of Xu An, and said, "This is for you, it has been with me for twenty years, but it has been covered with dust, and now it is yours." ”

"This ......"

Without waiting for Xu An to refuse or be polite, the old man waved his hand, took the signed "Twilight", and left the signing site directly.

Xu An had no choice but to return to the table.

Just as he was about to open the bag to see what was inside, when he looked up and there was a large group of waiting book lovers, he thought for a moment and put the bag aside.

Next to him, the click of a camera sounded, Xu An turned his head to look, and found that someone was taking pictures, he didn't think much about it, just thought it was a propagandist arranged by Clover or Boulder Random Don, or a media reporter who came to cheer.

On average, it took half a minute to sign a book, and the agreed 300 books took more than two hours, and after Xu An finished it, it was already lunch time, and there were still many book fans who couldn't line up behind.

Xu An didn't continue to sign as a good man, and agreed that 300 copies would be 300 copies, if he signed them all, I am afraid he would be exhausted, and people kept leaving the bookstore, and some people joined.

And his influence is not great now, and many book fans waiting for the signing are coming to buy books and then join in the fun, and they will not be too disappointed if they can't get the autograph.

After the signing, there is a break in between, followed by networking activities.

Taking advantage of the break, Xu An opened the handbag given by the old man, and Lance and Vincent surrounded them curiously, and even the manager and staff of the bookstore came over.

Inside the bag was a delicate black box with a string written on it in English:

Montblanc

and a white hexagonal sign, and a string of numbers:

1992.9.19

Lance and the clerks didn't understand why, even Vincent didn't understand, only Xu An and the female store manager reacted immediately.

"Montblanc!"

Montblanc, a German manufacturer of fine pens, watches and accessories, has a wide range of products, including pens, leather goods, perfumes, watches and jewelry, but it is best known for its classic writing instruments compared to others.

Obviously, this is a Montblanc fountain pen.

Xu An is accustomed to writing with a fountain pen, and often uses a $2,000 Pelikan limited edition gold pen, and there is no shortage of research on fountain pens, especially several top fountain pen brands, including Montblanc, Pelikan, Parker, Sheaffer, etc.

"Pens?" Lance asked, he just didn't react at first, although Montblanc produces many goods, but when it comes to the name, everyone's first reaction is its fountain pen.

"It should be." Xu An remembered the conversation with the old man and nodded.

He slowly opened the box, and the moment he saw the contents clearly, Xu An's eyes widened suddenly.

There was not just one fountain pen in the box, but three, a fountain pen, a ballpoint pen and a mechanical pencil to be exact, in a unified blue-black style, and the thickest and most ornate one was the fountain pen.

Recognisable at a glance, this is a limited edition writing instrument produced and sold by Scott Ivan of Montblanc's Great Writers series in honor of the great writer of the 18th century.

The blue-black fountain pen is made of royal blue and black tree precious resin, wrapped with marbled lacquer, the cap is inlaid with golden rose branches, inlaid with two natural sapphires, Xu An excitedly pulled out the pen, and the eye is the classic and gorgeous gold and silver interlaced nib, engraved with the pattern of rose flowers, and the numbers 4810 and 1992 are written.

The rose is the motif of Scott Ivan's family crest and the seal he uses every day, and the blue-black theme with gold decoration indicates that this is a gold pen limited to no more than 500 pieces worldwide.

The '92 Great Writer series was released in two limited editions, a silver pen decorated with sterling silver and a gold pen decorated with solid gold, with 3,000 and 666 pieces on sale respectively, as the first model of the Great Writer series, and after 20 years, the value of the Scott gold pen doubled.

As a gold pen set, the things in the box in front of him are very valuable, Xu An didn't expect that the old man would give him such a valuable thing, and he was a little stunned for a while.

"Great pen." Lance nodded and said, but when he saw Xu An's expression, he suddenly realized something and asked, "These things are very valuable?" ”

"Very valuable, so well maintained for someone who likes it...... No, it's such a brand new gold pen set, it's hard to find! Xu An gently took the pen in the box in his hand and played with it for a while, then suddenly looked up and asked the people around him, "Which of you knows the old man just now?" ”

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

That's an ordinary old man, no one knows him!