With a simple question, everyone present looked at Qi Ming.

"If you're talking about the recent new Condor shooting, I'm the author." Qi Ming replied uncertainly.

Condor shooting has set off a wave in Huatong City, and Qi Ming must know it, but Qi Ming doesn't believe that if he comes to a random place, someone can watch the condor shooting.

As soon as they heard Qi Ming's admission, several girls were obviously very excited all of a sudden.

"My name is Xiaoling, they are all my sisters, and we are all fans of your Condor shooting." Xiao Ling looked at Qi Ming and said excitedly.

"We all like your Condor Shooting very much, we will read some chivalrous novels to relax in our spare time after work, and the day before yesterday, a colleague brought a martial arts newspaper, and we were completely attracted by the stories in it, I didn't expect the author of Condor Shooting to be so young." A girl next to Xiaoling said.

"The bag in it is weak, I don't know what kind of mind you wrote her for? What kind of positioning is given to her? I always felt sorry for her. Another girl said.

"Can we know your name? Pseudonyms are also acceptable. ”

After a few questions, several people sitting there were stunned.

The influence of the Condor is very large, which can be seen from the amazing explosive sales volume, but the impact to this step is still a little beyond everyone's expectations.

And at this time, a girl who had just wiped her hands clean secretly sent a message in the club group.

"We are in private room 215, guess who is here, tell you, it is the author of the Condor shooting."

After sending this message, this girl quickly put away her mobile phone, but the colleagues who had nothing to do at this time in the imperial capital were immediately attracted by this message, and the next moment, they all went to the 215 private room.

For the author of Condor Shooting, anyone who has seen Condor Shooting, no one who is not curious, wants to know what kind of person will be who can write about this unprecedented new martial arts like Condor Shooting.

Hearing these questions, Qi Ming was ready to respond appropriately, but he was attracted by some noisy sounds outside.

"What about the newspaper? Martial arts newspaper that? ”

"Hurry up, maybe we'll leave later."

"I'll go, it's really fake!"

"I got one yesterday and I've always had it with me, so maybe I can mix it up now."

Gu Qingyuan and the others obviously also heard the sound outside the door, and there were occasional references to martial arts newspapers and periodicals in that voice.

"What's going on?" Gu Qingyuan said suspiciously.

Qi Ming vaguely felt a little bad at this moment.

There was a knock on the door.

"I'm the head of the clubhouse, will it be easier to get in?" A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

"Please come in." Wu Fengqi replied.

got Wu Fengqi's answer, the door of the private room was opened, and then everyone saw a bunch of people gathered at the door, all of whom were looking around in the private room at the moment of opening the door.

"We don't have any special services, do we? What's going on! Gu Qingyuan was taken aback when he saw this.

Several other colleagues were also frightened and retracted their feet at once.

"I'm Wang Mang, the director of the club, and I'm disturbing." The middle-aged man who had spoken earlier said with a smile, and then took out a newspaper from his arms.

Seeing this scene, Gu Qingyuan and the others obviously understood what was going on, and they were speechless in surprise in their hearts.

"I don't know if it's the author of the Condor Shooter? Can I ask for a signature? My father has been clamoring for an autograph from a Condor artist for the past two days. Wang Mang looked at the crowd and said, his tone was full of longing, but his eyes stayed on Qi Ming's body the most.

"I am" Seeing that he couldn't hide, Qi Ming got up and said.

After hearing this, Wang Mang immediately fixed his gaze on Qi Ming, and then stepped forward and grabbed Qi Ming's hand.

"My father and I are both your book lovers, especially my father, he is seriously ill, bedridden all year, in order to pass the time, he has read a lot of newspapers and magazines, but those are all pastimes, but as soon as I see your condor, he is in good spirits in the past two days, and he is especially looking forward to the day of the release of martial arts newspapers and periodicals every day, he is turning your condor no less than five times a day, I will pull me to praise your writing technique as soon as I go back, and I can't admire you, saying that you are a master of history and the true meaning of chivalry, so as a son of man, I wanted an autograph and I think my father would be pleased. Wang Mang held Qi Ming's hand and said excitedly.

Hearing Wang Mang's narration, his colleagues around him were very touched, because what Wang Mang said was the truth, and there were old people in their family who couldn't stop praising the author of the Condor Archery as a real person.

Taking out the pen he was carrying, Qi Ming signed the newspaper handed over by Wang Mang with two words: "Qiming"

At this moment, Qi Ming's mood was heavy, and he knew that he was going to officially become the expectation of countless people in this world.

Looking at the two words signed by Qi Ming, Wang Mang excitedly folded the newspaper and put it in his arms, with a grateful smile on his face, he seemed to have seen at this moment how excited his bedridden father would be when he saw Qi Ming's signature.

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On the 5th of June, the weather was gloomy.

At five or six o'clock in the morning, most of the citizens of Huatong City were still asleep.

But on one street, an old man in his fifties and sixties was sweeping up the garbage on the street.

When he finished cleaning the area he was responsible for, the old man followed the roadside lights to squint at the martial arts newspapers he was carrying, and then pushed his small bucket cart to a newsstand not far away, his eyes full of antiquity.

Not long after the newsstand opened, there were many people standing around the newsstand.

They are all early workers, and there are also people who practice in the morning, but they have a common purpose at this moment, that is, the latest issue of the martial arts newspaper to be published.

Ever since they watched the Condor Shooting, they have been fascinated by the stories inside, and the number of these people is still growing rapidly.

"Uncle Li, your newspapers and periodicals are particularly exciting today." Wang Fu, the owner of the newspaper, said.

"That issue wasn't exciting." Uncle Li patted his clothes and said, then took the newspaper handed over by Wang Fu and walked to his small bucket car to read it.

It was originally a very painful thing to get up early to go to work, but Wang Han didn't feel it in the past two days.

Because if you get up early, you will get first-hand information about the Condor Shooting, and you don't have to worry about not being able to grab the Condor Shooting.

"Boss, six copies of martial arts newspapers." Wang Han said to Wang Fu.

In the past two days, Wang Han has gained the favor of many colleagues because of bringing newspapers and periodicals at the same time, which is a good thing for him as a new employee.

"Seconds, it's so well written." A reader who had just picked up the latest issue of the martial arts newspaper said, his words full of excitement.

"I went, what did I find, look at the last page of this issue, who is it on?" A reader who first read the latest martial arts newspapers said in surprise.