"Do you still have the sword you printed earlier?"

"??? It disappeared eight hundred years ago, okay? What do you want to do?"

"Book signing?"

"...I'm calling now and asking the printing factory to reprint it as soon as possible. How much do you plan to sign?"

"100 sets?"

"…Who are you looking down on? If the printing factory dares to print 100 sets, do you dare to sign? If you are not afraid of being locked up in an iron cage by your fans and asked to draw on the spot, I will arrange 100 sets for you."

"...Then you decide on the arrangements."

"What time?"

"Next Sunday."

Ming Zhuxin glanced at the calendar.

Combined with what the master just said about 100 sets, I suddenly realized it.

This is probably not a book signing event, but a small media meeting.

During this period, from game forums to Weibo, the topics were all about Yu Jian.

Even if the comic house doesn't promote it, as long as the banner of the book signing event is hung, the media in the entire Magic City will gather for the book signing event, right? At that time, why the great writer must use Ye Wan as a spokesperson may not be as simple as "his work has the final say".

The character of the scam was already bad, and if he didn't respond well at that time, wouldn't this definitely bring bad luck to himself? Ming Zhuxin was silent for a moment, first called the printing factory, and then contacted a security company.

Whether it is a book signing event or a press conference, security work is of top priority.

In the studio of the comic book house, upon hearing that the great writer was going to sign books, the editors were stunned for a moment, then all cheered with joy.

Among them, many are fans of the great god.

This time I was able to meet the great artist in person. In addition to expressing my admiration for him, I also had to urge and encourage him so that he would not be so willful just because he has talent.

Yu Jian is just one of the pits. Should other pits be filled as appropriate? Think about the Dragon Slayer, which released the first three episodes and then had no follow-up. The editors looked at each other, and the men were silent and the women cried.

There was great jubilation on this side of the comic book shop.

The atmosphere in one of Jianfan Entertainment's dressing rooms was particularly depressing.

Feng Hanya stared at Leng Yixing with red eyes, "You don't want to take me with you, right?"

Leng Yixing remained silent, which was considered as his agreement with her statement.

Feng Hanya stood up suddenly and tried hard with her hands, but she failed to throw the tablet out.

He just stared at the news on the screen with a flushed face.

"The Great God Yu Jian's autograph session on January 31st."

Is this because he's afraid that she'll force him to go to Shanghai to find a comic book shop, or to find the author of Yu Jian?

"Cold intention..."

Feng Hanya raised her eyes and looked at the young agent. "I believe I have treated you well in the past two years. You have everything that other agents in the company have. But ask yourself, are you worthy of me?"

Leng Yixing raised his eyes.

When I was in school, I learned the term "put the blame on someone else".

But this was the first time someone used this word to describe him.

"I know I have a bad temper, but my job was arranged by the company. And those advertisements and endorsements were all secured for me by my father. You are at best an assistant, holding the position of an agent and receiving an agent's salary, but you wanted to resign without even telling me."

Feng Hanya looked at Leng Yixing coldly, "Don't regret it!"

She looked at him coldly, as if even the job of agent was given to him by her as a charity.

She greeted him with a smile and said it clearly that she wanted to steal his girl.

Leng Yixing's anger suddenly dissipated, and when he looked at Feng Hanya again, he returned to his previous calm and composed appearance, "It is precisely because I have done nothing for Miss Feng that I feel that I am unworthy of the position, so I took the initiative to resign. I wish Miss Feng a bright future and may she become famous soon."

After saying this neither humbly nor arrogantly, Leng Yixing turned around and left the dressing room.

There were loud bangs from behind the closed door, but Leng Yixing knew that it had nothing to do with him and he didn't need to bother to clean up the mess.

(End of this chapter)