Chapter 393 Clothes Make the Man
"Today is Tian Zhen's first physical book signing event, so we brothers have to take good care of the place. Oh, and dress nicely, don't embarrass yourself."
When Fatty Wang said his last sentence, he shifted his gaze to Nan Xihe and Zhang Chulan. Wuxie and Zhang Hailou also looked over there. These two were the most casually dressed people present.
Nan Xihe was wearing a light blue T-shirt with a SpongeBob SquarePants pattern today, and a pair of khaki overalls. This combination would be a disaster on anyone else, but he was able to wear it normally thanks to his good-looking face.
Zhang Chulan was dressed more normally than him, a white T-shirt with a black and white plaid shirt on top, and ordinary gray trousers underneath.
The outfit looks pretty good, but the downside is that it's all cheap stuff, giving off a poor vibe.
Apart from the two of them, the other three people present were all dressed in suits. Regardless of whether they had that kind of temperament or not, judging from their clothes, their attitudes were quite proper.
Nan Xihe, who was criticized, looked down at his clothes. Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with them, since they all thought so, he might as well change them.
"But I didn't bring any clothes. How about Brother Wuxie, could you lend me some? We have similar body shapes, so I should be able to wear your clothes."
Nan Xihe hesitated for only a moment before pulling Wuxie's clothes and acting coquettishly towards Wuxie without any psychological burden.
"No, don't pull my clothes. This is a brand-name suit that my second uncle had specially made for me. He used my money. It's so expensive!"
Wuxie rescued her clothes from his hands with heartache, then turned and walked towards her bedroom.
"Wait a minute, I remember the suit I was wearing is still there, I'll get it for you."
Now, Zhang Chulan was the only one left dressed in shabby clothes.
Zhang Chulan smiled friendly at them and spoke indifferently.
"I'm so sorry, I don't have any good clothes. Why don't you just think of me as a volunteer here to help?"
Although he has now become a wealthy man with a deposit of millions, he was used to being poor and was reluctant to spend money.
In his opinion, clothes just need to be wearable and at most comfortable. Those who spend thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars on a piece of clothing are considered to be being taken advantage of.
Zhang Chulan didn't care much, but to others, what he said was just because he was poor and couldn't afford to buy clothes to show off.
The others didn't know Zhang Chulan's current assets, and the scene was awkward for a moment, but soon, Fatty Wang started to smooth things over.
"Brother, you are a true character!"
Fatty Wang gave Zhang Chulan a thumbs up, then pointed in the direction Wuxie left and spoke quietly.
"You don't know, Wuxie is such a good pretender. Just to show up today, he ordered some designer clothes and got a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He even got up early this morning and practiced his smile in front of the mirror. I was practically going crazy watching him."
"It's obvious that Wuxie has really put a lot of effort into managing his facial expressions. When he smiles, he looks like a gentleman."
Zhang Hailou nodded and blurted out a sarcastic remark unconsciously. This was the aftereffect of following Zhang Molan some time ago.
"There's a saying that goes 'Buddha relies on gold, and people rely on clothes'. Tian Zhen put on such an expensive outfit, he doesn't look like a real person..."
Before Fatty Wang could finish his complaints, he was interrupted by Wu Xie's roar.
"Fatty! You're plotting against me again. There's no love left between us brothers, right?"
Fatty Wang trembled when he was yelled at, shrank his neck, and nodded at the other people.
Wuxie, who has been under a lot of pressure these days, is obviously more irritable than before.
Wuxie's physical book signing event started at 3 pm in a large square nearby, and quite a few people came.
This was also the first time that Wuxie saw his fans supporting him. He smiled like a flower the whole time. Except for the beginning, he just sat there signing autographs for others. He was in sharp contrast to the other people who were busy running around and looked tired like dead dogs.
For this event, apart from those sent by the novel platform to help with the scene arrangement, all the people were borrowed from Wuxie Chao's second uncle, and they were the only ones who were actually in charge.
After a fan meeting, except Wuxie who was still full of energy, everyone else was exhausted and collapsed on the sofa.
"You're so naive! This physical book signing event of yours is really a hassle. Listen to my advice, Fatty. Let's not hold it next time."
Fatty Wang slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move at all. He took the cold tea handed to him by Wuxie, his face looking very haggard.
Wuxie shrugged without saying anything, poured another cup of cold tea, and handed it to Zhang Hailou.
While taking the tea, Zhang Hailou did not forget to silently give him the middle finger.
"Come help me next time and I'll be your grandson!"
He spent the entire afternoon protecting Wuxie and acting as his bodyguard.
In fact, there is no pressure in stopping that group of fans. The key is that from time to time, I will be taken advantage of by those young girls who come up to me.
Either she rubbed his arms or touched his abdominal muscles, or even worse, she would pretend to be squeezed and then touch his butt in the chaos!
The little girls these days are so bold. It is no exaggeration to say that they are extremely shameless and have none of the reserve and decorum that a woman should have.
It's also because he's so handsome and has such a good temperament that those girls can't control themselves.
Poor thing, he is still a virgin, what a big loss!
Zhang Hailou thought with pride and awkwardness.
"Go drink your tea, grandson."
Wuxie rolled his eyes at him, then poured a cup of tea for Nan Xihe and Zhang Chulan. The two of them thanked him.
"By the way, I remember your troublemaker Third Uncle was recruiting people on the street a few days ago, and he was planning to go to a grave. So where is he going this time?
How come it's been a few days and there's still no news? I should tell the clan leader that we can go join in the fun."
Zhang Hailou spoke slowly while drinking tea, and lazily looked up at Wuxie, who had taken the time to change into some cheap clothes and was sitting next to them.
"Oh, you mean my third uncle? He's in the hospital."
Wuxie chuckled, his tone showing some indifference.
"Huh? I remember you used to chase after your Third Uncle, and even took the clan leader with you. Why have you changed your ways now?"
"Perhaps I was too foolish, too stupid, and too naive in the past, so I mistook the pit-digging Third Uncle for a missing person. Now that I've seen that old man's troublesome nature, can I still chase him?"
Maybe he would, after all, Third Uncle and he have been friends since childhood, and Third Uncle is a restless person who can't sit still and doesn't know the seriousness of the situation when he starts to make trouble.
If the old horse stumbles and dies outside, he will have to wait for him to retrieve the body.
It wouldn't be good to let Uncle San just lie there after he died.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
