Wang Yang was very strange here, he asked Hongyue, "Why did your father suddenly become happy when he heard that I was from Shanghi?" ”

Hongyue smiled: "I forgot, my ancestors are also Shanghi people, my mother was originally because my father was a worker from Shanghi, so she married my father, and my father's dream when he was young was to return to Shanghi life, but unfortunately my parents have been in Hongcheng for more than 20 years, and now Shanghi has changed too much, and the two don't really want to go back, but the knot should still be there, so you are a Shanghi person who takes a big advantage." ”

Wang Yang was surprised, he also knew that Shanghi men were easy to find a daughter-in-law, but he never understood why, including he can't fully understand the feelings of the previous generation for Shanghi.

"You don't know, the status of the old Shanghi in the minds of the ancestors is too important, there are many movies that tell the story of the Shanghi people who were assigned to foreign factories and did everything possible to transfer back to their hometowns, in addition to the desire of the Shanghi people for their hometown, there are also a lot of self-pride elements of the Shanghi people."

"Okay." Wang Yang didn't know what to say, he could only say that there were advantages and disadvantages to dividing people by geography.

The older generation of ideas is quite admirable, but there are too many stubborn and outdated thoughts, which will harm people!

"You heard it too, I will take you home to visit your relatives on New Year's Day."

"It's like I'm talking about it upside down."

"Do you want to know why my parents have a special crush on Shanghi men?"

"Why?"

"Because the wife of a man is strict!"

Red Moon tilted her head proudly, and she blinked her big beautiful eyes. Showing off her status as a mistress to Wang Yang.

"Looking for a fight, dare to say that I am a strict wife, I will let you get scolded!"

Wang Yang hugged her. He slapped at her soft and plump ass, it felt very good, it was particularly elastic and full of flesh, he hit it twice, and he couldn't help but stroke it, so that Hongyue struggled to sit up all of a sudden. She pressed Wang Yang on the sofa in a hurry. After the dragon and phoenix, the red moon stroked the long hair of the jet-black waterfall and rolled it into a ponytail. She got up according to Wang Yang's chest, twisted her sexy body and walked into the bathroom, completely ignoring Wang Yang's feelings as a smoker.

"If you get this beauty, what more can you ask for."

Wang Yang pillowed his arms. I closed my eyes comfortably.

……

December 12th. As soon as he got up in the morning, Wang Yang was pulled by Hongyue to the Xinhua Bookstore in Wanda Plaza.

"There is still an hour to start signing, you hurry up and sign some, otherwise it will be too late if there are too many people."

Wang Yang was next to the stack at the back of the bookstore, the bookstore staff were busy carrying the books that had just been shipped from the printing house, the entire bookstore warehouse was filled with the fragrance of books and ink, and the brand-new "Tibetan Code" was taken out, and Hongyue was also helping to cut the packaging plastic with a blade.

A desk. A signed black ink pen, Wang Yang held on a piece of paper. After casually practicing a few "yang" cursive signatures, he picked up the new book, opened the cover, and signed his yang name on the first large blank page with only the title and pen name.

Hongyue leaned over to take a look, she nodded and said, "It's a little bigger, the handwriting is a little more sloppy, and try to keep it exactly the same." ”

"Okay!" Wang Yang listened, and according to Hongyue's instructions, he readjusted the signature, and he designed a more aesthetic scribbled "Yang", which can basically be done in one second.

More than an hour later, Wang Yang signed and sold 1,300 copies of the "Tibetan Code" in advance, and the official signing meeting began.

He and Hongyue arrived at the door of the bookstore from behind, only to see a black crowd gathered in the square at some point, which looked very spectacular, not to mention thousands of people.

"Mr. Yue, Mr. Wang, there are so many people, let's start it quickly."

"Okay, let's get started."

The table at the entrance of the bookstore had been set up early, and the crowd began to line up under the maintenance of the staff, and a long queue lined up several times, but fortunately, Wang Yang had signed more than 1,300 copies in advance, and after the fans came up to pay for the book, they took a photo with Wang Yang, or said a word and immediately followed the next person.

The signing speed is quite fast, but for the more and more people in the square, Wang Yang feels that he has been signing non-stop and cannot keep up with the speed of buying books.

"The stock is almost gone, and a few hundred more people are coming, and I'm ready to open the event to buy three copies and get autographed photos."

Hongyue came over and said this to Wang Yang, he was very surprised when he heard it: "When did you print the photos for me, let me see them?" ”

She immediately handed over a photo, a photo of Wang Yang and Gu Long, with Wang Yang's signature printed on it, as well as Gu Long's comments.

Wang Yang nodded and praised: "Creative!" ”

The signing will start at 9 o'clock in the morning, to 12 o'clock at noon, the crowd gradually decreases, the weather is very sunny and comfortable today, the heavy snow of the previous days has long melted, although the weather in Yanjing is very cold, but there is sun in the square, everyone waiting in line does not feel cold.

At noon, Wang Yang was also hungry, he saw that Hongyue was still helping, and hurriedly shouted, "You go to eat." ”

"You're hungry, I'm going to buy you a roast duck?"

"You go eat first, and bring me some back when you're done."

"It's okay, I'll bring the same back."

Wang Yang watched Hongyue anxiously go to buy roast duck for him, he took a deep breath, looked up at the long queue, and was in a very good mood, the publicity on "You Ask Me Answer" really worked.

"How many copies have been sold now?" Wang Yang shouted to the bookstore owner over there.

"There are currently 4,800 copies."

When Wang Yang heard this, he waved his hand happily, earning 6 yuan for a book, and he had already signed a net profit of 30,000 yuan from the sale of his hand.

At present, there are hundreds of large bookstores in the country that are advertising and selling "Tibetan Code", and in the evening, he will be able to get the number of "Tibetan Code" sales for one day today.

Physical books are not only about making money, but also about influence, "Ethereal Journey" is very popular on the Internet, but it is definitely not a household name, "Tibetan Code" is very different, readers buy it home, it is definitely not just one person to read, and it is difficult to budget the spread of physical books in the real world.

It can only be said that whether Wang Yang can become a four-star writer in one fell swoop, get an invitation letter from the Huaxia Writers Association, and even say that his works have won some important literary awards, depends on whether "The Code of Tibet" can continue to sell well.

"Buy it back, eat some roast duck to satisfy your hunger." Hongyue packed the roast duck back, but she didn't eat it, pulled a chair and sat in front of Wang Yang, asking him to sign the book while she fed him.

While the two were eating, a staff member ran over and said, "Mr. Wang, many media reporters over there have come to interview you." ”

When Wang Yang looked up, he saw the interview car of Huaxia CCTV News, which was marked with CCTV1 channel.

Obediently, the reporter of this channel is very big, and Wang Yang was a little frightened. (To be continued......)