Two days later.
Xidan, Book Building.
In front of a long table, Zhang Ye was holding a pen and smiling. He was surrounded by staff from the publishing firm and the Book Building. Some were selling books, while others were maintaining order. The banner was very eye-catching. Zhang Ye's new book, "Zhang Ye's Compilation", had started with a bang. Of course, "bang" was just an adjective. It was also a slogan. In fact, the number of people was not that high, but it was not a small number either.
"Teacher Zhang!"
"Give me an autograph!"
"Let's take a picture together!"
"Ah, I can finally see you in person today!"
"That's right, it looks better than on TV!"
"Teacher Zhang, I'm your hardcore fan!"
"Don't push, I came here first. I want an autograph first!"
This event was organized by his publishing firm in the Book Building. This morning, as long as they bought "Zhang Ye's Compilation", they would line up and Zhang Ye would give them an autograph. This fellow quickly got busy, "Thank you, thank you everyone for your support." This was the first time Zhang Ye had such close contact with his fans, so he was also very excited. Once upon a time, he could only watch from afar as other people signed autographs and watched other celebrities being surrounded by them. Now that Zhang Ye had finally gotten the chance to sit down and give autographs, he couldn't help but sigh. Everything felt like a dream.
"Teacher Zhang, please sign on my clothes." A young man dressed like an otaku seemed to like Zhang Ye very much. Even his clothes were printed with a poem by Zhang Ye. "If you do not leave me, I will live and die with you." This was the slogan of Zhang Ye's fan club. It looked like he was one of them.
Zhang Ye did not say a word. He was very grateful to these fans who had always supported him. He changed to a watercolor pen and signed on the youth's back.
Later on, many fans made all sorts of strange requests.
Some wanted to sign on their hands.
Some wanted to sign on their necks after signing.
There was even someone who wanted Zhang Ye to sign on their chest!
It was a woman in her twenties with average looks but a voluptuous figure. She was probably here with a friend. There were a few other girls around her who were giggling. The woman with the excellent figure winked at Zhang Ye and then pointed at her chest.
Zhang Ye nearly vomited blood!
Big! It was too big!
The big breasted girl came over and pointed at her chest, "Teacher Zhang, please sign here."
The people from the publishing firm didn't know whether to laugh or cry. However, they had held too many such events and had encountered such situations many times. It wasn't a surprise. There were all kinds of fans.
He picked up the watercolor pen and stood up. Of course, he was too embarrassed to actually sign on her chest, so he just signed on her collarbone. This fellow was still very mindful of his image. After all, there were so many people watching. But even so, he still made a mistake. The female fan's chest was only so big, so it was not easy to grasp the distance. When he finished writing the word "Ye", a vertical stroke was drawn downwards. Zhang Ye's pen trembled and that vertical stroke landed on the female fan's huge chest. With a gasp, the tip of the pen clearly sank into a fleshy area.
"Thank you." The female fan was very happy and tugged at her clothes to show off to her close friends.
…
Noon.
The book signing event was over.
Zhang Ye drove back to his parents' house. He was sweating profusely. The entire morning was like a war. He was exhausted, but the only consolation was that the sales of his books were not bad. It was worthy of the buyout price that the publishing firm had given him. Besides, he had also seen so many passionate fans of his today. They were not online, but chatting with him face to face. It was a very good feeling.
He reached home.
He took a shower first before he started eating.
His mother came out with the dishes, "Eat, eat. Look at how hungry my son is. This publishing firm is really too much. You've been busy all day and they don't even take care of your meals?"
Zhang Ye grabbed a steamed bun and ate it, "They're also busy. I think they'll only be back in the afternoon."
"Look at the way you eat." His mother laughed, "You're already a big star and can even hold a book signing event. You have to pay attention to your image. You have to have the bearing and demeanor of a star, understand?"
His father said, "What star? Why are you still pretending when you're home?"
His mother rolled her eyes at him, "What do you know? Celebrities are all fakes."
His father lectured his son, "Don't listen to her. Don't be blinded by fame and fortune. Be yourself. Don't be cocky."
"Dad, I understand." Zhang Ye obviously understood.
His mother curled her lips and ignored her husband. She sat down and picked some food for her son, "Eat more."
Dong dong dong. Someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" His mother went to open the door.
It was their neighbor, Auntie Liu. She smiled and said, "My husband said that he saw your Little Ye come back when he was taking a walk. Yo, Little Ye, are you eating?"
Zhang Ye put down his chopsticks, "Auntie Liu."
"He just came back. He had a book signing event in the morning." His mother said proudly.
Auntie Liu chuckled, "That's why I came. You all know that my husband likes to write. He especially likes Little Ye's poems. He was too embarrassed to come over, so he asked me to ask if there's any more anthologies left?"
"Yes, there's plenty." His mother said on behalf of her son.
Auntie Liu said, "That's good. Oh right, Little Ye still has to give us an autograph. We have to collect this book."
Of course, Zhang Ye did not say anything. He stopped eating and took out a copy of "Zhang Ye's Anthology" from his bag. After sending Auntie Liu off, he went back to eat.
His mother was extremely pleased, "Look at my son. How good he is!"
His father turned on the television, "That's because I taught him well. If he were to learn from you, who knows what he would be like."
"Aiyah, come on. What did you teach him? Wasn't I the one who taught him since he was young?" His mother clicked her tongue and said to Zhang Ye, "Son, how many more books do you have? Leave them for Mom and sign them. The neighbors will probably be coming over in the next few days, so I will definitely give them a few. I will also give some to my colleagues. Give me as many as you have. Don't hide them. "
"Got it." Zhang Ye was full.
Today's book signing event had allowed Zhang Ye to taste the sweetness of being a celebrity. He was even more determined to become the world's number one celebrity. "Zhang Ye's Anthology" was selling like hotcakes. The movie "The Great Pugilistic World" had also finished filming and was in the midst of promotion. There were a few promotional images that even had Zhang Ye's ancient costume character in the corner of the poster. His name was also on the cast list. Together with the popularity of "Little Qingshan's Zen Discourse", his exposure had increased over the past few days. His declining popularity had finally stabilized.
But it was only stabilizing. This was not enough!
Zhang Ye did not want to stay where he was. He had to find a way to increase his popularity for a long time. This was an urgent matter!
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