Throughout the summer, Mu Qingyun was either interviewed by the TV station at school, or was softly ground and soaked by Lu Dagang, begging for all kinds of things, and held several signing parties.

The first volume of her "Red Sleeves with Red Mansions" has been collected and published for sale.

In just one month, the sales volume has sold 300,000 copies, which is stunned to overshadow the new books of the predecessors, and it is estimated that in this year's annual sales list, "Red Sleeves" can be enough to sell champions.

The Historical Research Society has planned and even done the advertising in advance to celebrate the annual sales champion of "Red Sleeves"!

And this year, the boss is also planning to hemorrhage, preparing to hold an awards ceremony, and then hold a decent activity, such as taking the authors to travel and collect style.

It just so happened that this year the Ming Kingdom had just opened two pre-disaster relics, and their magazine also sent reporters to see the scene, and the reporters were dumbfounded, a huge ancient city, resplendent with gold, and no such building had ever been found in China, and the editor-in-chief Xu hoped that his author could see it for the first time.

On this day, Lu Dagang informed Mu Qingyun that he was going to hold a signing meeting.

Mu Qingyun occasionally thinks that maybe she is too soft-hearted, every time she signs for readers, she is not as upright as the authors of this era, she always likes to have a different to.

I also write all kinds of chicken soup for the soul.

For example, "love yourself first, then you can love others", "ambition is not old, no ambition is empty to live a hundred years" and so on.

The ability to 'read people' that she and Teacher Jia learned was all used in her group of readers, and she was a gentle and meticulous life mentor, so that every time she passed on to a hundred, every time she signed the book, the books brought by the magazine were not enough to sell.

At first, I thought that preparing dozens or hundreds of copies would be almost enough.

Later, it was added to a few thousand copies, and then later, a book signing party could sell 30,000 or 40,000 copies, and a reader didn't just buy just one book, and many readers bought the book, and because there were too many people, they didn't have time to line up to sign it.

Mu Qingyun didn't understand what they were going to do when they bought so much in one go.

Lu Dagang: "Hehe, I secretly pretended to be a reader, lined up to ask, and the young man I asked said that one should be read at the unit, one at home, and one to be framed and collected." ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

Lu Dagang's brain suddenly opened up.

"Yes, I forgot, readers have collection needs, and when the whole book is released, we can make a hardcover collector's edition and try it."

Mu Qingyun: "......"

This time, Mu Qingyun didn't have time to go to the imperial capital, Guangcheng and other big cities, so it was held in Xiongxian, occupying the small square outside the Mingguo Book City in Xiongxian County.

"You say, do you want to help find something?"

Lu Dagang was in the editorial department, hurriedly packing up his things, he got off work at noon today, and he had to catch a train to Xiongxian immediately.

Xiongxian is not as big as a big city, it is too small and too small, and it is actually very inappropriate to hold a signing meeting here, but their little teacher Mu is such a character, and he seems to be very good at talking on the outside, but he really made up his mind, and no one could persuade him.

Lu Dagang imagined for a moment, if there were only three or two readers at the signing meeting, how embarrassed would their little teacher Mu be?

Those colleagues have long been red-eyed, and when they see such a situation, they must talk nonsense, so he should find something to support in advance, at least not to make the scene too ugly.

Lu Dagang made up his mind and set off with 500 yuan of activity funds from Editor-in-Chief Xu.

At six o'clock in the evening, Lu Dagang went straight to the bookstore with more than a dozen of the tuos he found, and as soon as he got off the bus, he sent out all the sample books: "Don't be in a hurry to go after you go in, wait in line for a while, you can talk and chat with our writer teacher, I have a few manuscripts here, you can take a look." ”

"Uh, the writer teacher you are talking about, is it Mr. Xiao Mu of "Red Sleeves with Red Mansions"?"

A 'to' next to him cautiously raised his hand and asked.

Lu Dagang: "Yes, haven't I been told several times in the car, how-"

As soon as he turned around, he saw the traffic patrol standing guard, combing through the traffic, and the long queue winding across the street, stretching from the small square of the bookstore to the sidewalk, like a long snake.

On a hot day, the tired head of the traffic patrol is sweaty, and the voice is hoarse.

"Over there, you're also readers? Please come back another day, Mr. Xiao Mu only has three hours today, and it is impossible for him to sign all of them. ”

A traffic patrol, seeing Lu Dagang and his party at a glance, hurriedly shouted.

At that moment, Lu Dagang felt that he could see the anxious anxiety on the face of the traffic patrol, obviously, he was very frightened when he saw so many people in him.

"Xiao Lu, we won't refund the money we took."

Lu Dagang: "......"

He was silent for a while, and suddenly heard someone shouting in front of him - "Who has extra "Red Sleeves", my eighty-year-old mother is sick, just wait to go back and read it today, I will give me thirty yuan, let me have a copy!" ”

Lu Dagang: "......"

At present, there is only one volume of "Red Sleeves", and the price is eleven and two.

The group of 'Tuo' looked at the sample book in their hands, blinked, and said in a loud voice: "The brand new "Red Sleeves with Red Mansions" that has not been opened, is there anything you want!" ”

Before the words fell, countless readers began to gather here.

Lu Dagang: "......"

In the future, if he is stupid again and finds some kind of ghost 'support' for Teacher Xiao Mu, he will jump from the second floor and hum.

Mu Qingyun didn't expect that today's scene would be so enthusiastic.

But she should have thought of it.

A few days after the high school entrance examination, recently, Mu Qingyun is a frequent guest on TV, and all families who have children in junior high school or are preparing to go to junior high school are very concerned about her.

It can be said that in Xiongxian County, Mu Qingyun is much more popular than those celebrities at this time, everyone wants to get a touch of the top prize in the high school entrance examination, and many people in nearby cities learned that she was holding a signing meeting in Xiongxian County, and they also hurriedly arrived by train.

Mu Qingyun's signing session was held for a relatively short time, and she couldn't come from afar, but just the readers from near were enough to keep her busy out of control.

The sun was shining in the sky, Mu Qingyun was smiling, not impatient at all, and signed each reader in turn, without any perfunctory.

That is, she is a person who practices martial arts, and there is absolutely no problem with physical strength, and if she were another author, I am afraid that she has been scared by this huge readership to get 'Parkinson's'.

There were almost 500 people who signed, Mu Qingyun moved his wrist slightly, and listened to the little girl in front of him whispered: "Little, little Teacher Mu, is your hand hurting, I, I don't need to sign." ”

Mu Qingyun looked up and saw a little girl who was fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as the original, a little fat, with thick bangs, and her face flushed when she said a word, obviously a very shy girl.

She smiled, took out a thousand paper cranes from her pocket that she had folded in the car in the morning, sandwiched it in her book, and then seriously left a message on the title page: "May you have only flowers and applause in the years to come." (End of chapter)