Many of the children who had bought the album but were not chosen were crying at home over their tragic luck.
"Buying! Three times the price of the winning star film and the notice! "
"Buying the opportunity to sign a book at a high price! We appeal to Citizen to increase the number of participants!"
Citizen's Customer Service Department's phone kept ringing. The director of the event had a headache. They didn't want to have only a few participants.
It was easier said than done though. It was difficult to organize an event that spanned many countries though.
If they didn't control the number of people, they wouldn't be able to handle it with just the few people in their department.
Qin Guan was not relaxed either. The director of the event was explaining the process to Qin Guan at the venue.
Every step required the sincere cooperation of several parties, and everything that would happen had to be rehearsed in advance.
Qin Guan understood the general process of the event. It was to increase the popularity of Citizen, the largest store in Asia, by taking advantage of the opening ceremony of the flagship store.
First, there would be a ribbon cutting ceremony. Then there would be a signing ceremony in the special corridor next to the flagship store. After the signing ceremony, there would be a small fan meeting in the back hall.
Qin Guan would interact with fans from all over the world for 10 to 20 minutes. Then the event would be over.
The scale of the event was not large. In order to prevent accidents, no more than 100 fans would attend the event. Fifty of them were from China.
Qin Guan's foreign fans thought that there were too many fans in China, but they didn't know that Qin Guan's domestic audience was not just his fans.
Some people had heard about Qin Guan's event through grapevines. It was like poking a hornet's nest. Huang Jiajia was the source of all this.
The girl, who had been rejected by Qin Guan in college, was still stubbornly persistent. Wherever there was news of Qin Guan, she would be there.
On the campus of the University of Finance and Economics, Huang Jiajia could always be seen biting her handkerchief secretly in a corner.
Huang Jiajia's pride, which had been rejected, couldn't bear to approach him. However, her heart was full of love, so she couldn't tear her eyes away. She couldn't let go.
She couldn't cut them off or straighten them out.
Huang Jiajia, who was concerned about Qin Guan's every move, bought several albums. Eventually, she became one of the 50 lucky people in China.
Huang Jiajia was so excited that she covered the name and address on the postcard and posted it on the campus network of the University of Finance and Economics. All the female students were envious of her.
Unfortunately, she had underestimated the power of the Internet and female gossip. The screenshot appeared on the Haijiao website, which was the most popular website for Qin Guan.
All of a sudden, Qin Guan's fans were boiling with excitement.
Qin Guan, who had never participated in any entertainment programs, released any albums or made any news, was holding a signing ceremony for a limited edition album.
Although the album had appeared in front of everyone, it had been limited to 5,000 copies nationwide, so people had thought it was just another small-scale sale.
Nobody had expected that the album would be their only chance to see Qin Guan's face in person. His fans couldn't stand it anymore.
Haijiao posted a post about Qin Guan's photo album in an instant. The post explained the background of the album clearly.
The number of copies, the country of publication, the conditions for participation, the signing process, the proportion of fans...
Those who knew the truth would think that it was the internal staff of Citizen and the magazine who leaked the news to the Haijiao Network.
After reading the analysis, some netizens, who had missed Qin Guan's album due to various reasons, posted regretful posts on the Internet.
The posts were as follows:
I once had a chance to buy a limited edition album. It was only two newsstands away from me, but I hesitated. It was too late for regrets.
The woman who had replied was even more miserable. She wrote:
At least you've seen his photo albums. I don't even know what he looks like! "she thought to herself.
Once, the newsstand owner made a mistake and put VOGUE on top of the photo album. I didn't notice it at all.
Later on, I found out that it was for some people to hold back their stocks. Those photo albums could only be sold for 35 yuan at the original price. If there were fans who really liked them, they didn't want the magazines. As long as the fans of the photo albums could give him 50-70 yuan, why didn't the boss sell them separately?
What a fraud!
The students who had read the post started to talk about how hard it had been for them to buy the album and how hard it had been to fight for the last album.
The most sad ones were the fans who had bought the album but hadn't taken it seriously or sent the postcards out carelessly. They almost cried on the other side of the computer.
After all, you're the one who gave up your chance, aren't you? The most wronged ones were the fans who had sent out their postcards, but because of their bad luck, they were not chosen.
It was like going to the last bakery that was open when you were hungry. Both of you handed over the money at the same time, but the owner gave the bread to the other. It was a deep hatred.
Since things had developed to this point, and the lucky ones had already known the outcome, the rich and imposing fans had their own little ideas. The embryonic form of offline trading had actually sprouted in this small corner.
There was always a seller's market where there were rich people. Some people who couldn't go there for one reason or another would transfer their ownership.
Therefore, as the signing date approached, Citizen found that the list of fans had been changed one by one.
The number of fans remained the same though, so they didn't care too much about the details.
The signing ceremony was held on time.
It was the first day of December. The weather in the capital was so cold that it was foggy. A group of people, not afraid of the cold, were waiting at the gate of Henderson Plaza.
The security guard looked helplessly at the young ladies in front of him. In such a cold winter, they were all dressed so beautifully. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he kindly reminded the crowd.
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