When Song Wenlan was preparing for the book signing event, he knew that it would most likely last for a long time, after all, there were 5,000 fans.
But after it really started, Song Wenlan found that she had overestimated herself.
I'm tired. I'm really tired.
My mouth became dry from talking, I gulped down several bottles of water, and my hands became sore from signing.
Before coming, Song Wenlan had already drunk the nutrient solution, so she didn't even have an excuse to slack off. However, with just one look at the team behind her, Song Wenlan's idea of slacking off disappeared.
Why are there so many people here?
As time passed, Song Wenlan could only complain secretly in his heart, thinking, let's give him 3,000 places next time, 5,000 is really impossible.
The dream star worm had been following Song Wenlan, so it naturally noticed Song Wenlan's fatigue.
His eyes were filled with anxiety and distress, and he quickly communicated with the staff and asked them to move the treatment chamber over.
So, when there were only a few hundred people left before the end, Song Wenlan was called away by the Dream Starworm and forced to lie in the treatment chamber for fifteen minutes.
A warmth gradually rose in her shoulders and wrists.
When Song Wenlan came out of the treatment chamber, her wrist had returned to normal and even her spirit had recovered from her depression.
"Thank you for your hard work today, Mr. Zaosi."
When Meng Xingchong saw Song Wenlan's smile, his heart was touched.
Although Song Wenlan only finished two books, Meng Xingchong knows how much money she has earned. It can be said that Song Wenlan did not have to work so hard, but she still held a book signing event because of a reader's request to "meet her".
Although Song Wenlan could get a share of the sales from the book signing event, Meng Xingchong knew very well that making money was just a by-product for Song Wenlan.
Thinking of this, Meng Xingchong looked at Song Wenlan with admiration in his eyes.
No wonder these readers like Zao Si so much. Just Zao Si’s attitude towards readers is enough for other authors to learn from.
Song Wenlan didn't know what Meng Xingchong was thinking. After the discomfort in his body subsided, Song Wenlan sat back in his chair. The readers who had been in a panic, thinking that Zaosi was about to leave, restored order again.
"Sorry, I was gone a little longer."
Song Wenlan took the physical copy of "Ding Xiangsi" and couldn't help but speak while signing it.
"It's okay. Did you get some rest?"
A concerned male voice sounded from above.
Um?
Song Wenlan raised his head suddenly. Why did this voice sound so familiar?
After seeing that familiar face, Song Wenlan was really surprised. Why was Luo Wenfu here?
Song Wenlan walked over in a hurry just now, and he did not notice that the person standing in front of him was Luo Wenfu!
"Why are you here at the book signing?"
Song Wenlan's expression was very surprised.
Luo Wenfu raised his head and adjusted his glasses, then said with a smile, "I'm quite lucky. I just happened to win the last spot."
Song Wenlan also smiled and quickly wrote his name: "Then you are indeed very lucky. Remember not to tell anyone, otherwise people will be jealous."
Song Wenlan looked at the other physical book in his hand and stretched out his hand: "Do you want another one signed as well? Give it to me."
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