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Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-six Shenghai Book Signing Party

The Bund, Bund Park.

This park has witnessed a history of humiliation. In the early years, it was a private park for foreigners. It was only opened to the Chinese in 1868. Now it has been thirty-one years and has been prosperous for thirty years. Yesterday's bandits fled in panic, and the night view of the Bund attracts countless people.

Stop.

I drove to a tavern on the Bund. The tavern was not big, but it was quiet.

We chose a high platform with a view of the river, ordered a few bottles of wine, drank and chatted with the river breeze, and felt comfortable.

Hu Weishi shook his wine glass: "I didn't expect Nanjiang to be so handsome. Your book fans are lucky."

Han Qiao took a sip of the wine, which was made from cocktails and drinks. It tasted a little strange: "Editor Hu is so polite. It seems that Editor Hu has been kind to me."

Han Qiao stretched out the bottle and the two of them touched it. Hu Weishi sighed: "Your manuscript is very good, but it's Mei Ya who didn't seize the opportunity."

Han Qiao: "Editor Hu is not happy at Sprout?"

"I can't say I'm unhappy. The editor-in-chief of Meiya is my teacher and has been kind to me." Hu Weishi drank wine and said sadly: "I hope Meiya can develop well, but it has shackles on its ankles."

Han Qiao thought for a while: "Editor Hu, I don't like to beat around the bush. I want to start a magazine. Are you willing to help me?"

Magazine?

Hu Weishi did not expect Han Qiao to have such great ambitions, and said with a smile: "I admit that you are good at writing, but it is not so easy to run a magazine."

Han Qiao looked at Hu Weishi with bright eyes: "That's why I want you to help me. Don't worry, I usually won't interfere in the management of the magazine. This magazine is your stage. You can paint as much as you want."

Hu Weishi was a little confused: "What is the purpose of starting a magazine? Nanjiang, you are already a best-selling author. As long as the level of Long Clan II is not bad, you will be the number one youth novelist in the country. I don't think you have any money or reputation."

lack."

Han Qiao: "Editor Hu is worried too much. No one will object to too much money. Don't worry, I don't run the magazine to gain fame and fortune in the literary world. You may not believe me if I tell you. I mainly want to discover and support new authors so that they can have a good career."

A place to start."

Of course, the copyright of the work is easy to negotiate if you are successful.

Hu Weishi put down his wine glass and laughed at himself: "This is the original intention of every magazine."

Han Qiao is not in a hurry, mainly because he has no money: "Editor Hu, there is no need to rush to answer me. We can contact you at any time if you think about it."

The next day, Han Qiao packed up and prepared to attend the book signing.

The publishing house arranged this book signing at the Shanghai Exhibition and Reading Center.

Early in the morning, Tian Tian arranged for a car to pick her up.

Han Qiao got in the car, and Tian Tian changed into a white professional skirt. Her legs wrapped in silk were round and smooth. She handed breakfast from the front seat: "Teacher Nan, I don't know what you like to eat? I bought both Chinese and Western."

Han Qiao took over: "Editor Tian, ​​I can do it."

In the morning, a stylist came over to do some styling. Han Qiao instructed the stylist to change to the same style as Daniel Wu, and the effect was quite good. Many little girls peeked at her on the way out.

Shanghai Exhibition Center, Hall 1.

The book signing in the morning started at ten o'clock, and there was a media interview before ten o'clock. This was specially arranged by the publishing house. Firstly, everyone in Nanjiang, the literary world, has been calling for beatings recently. There are young writers who have spoken out, but they can't beat the old gangsters at all. Secondly, it is publicity.

Longzu one, increase sales.

Han Qiao was quite happy when he saw the microphone. When the actor didn't hold a press conference, Wenzhao Gong got in.

The reporters in Hall 1 were confused. When they saw Han Qiao coming in, their eyes lit up. They thought that with this appearance, they could get ahead without writing books or doing other things.

Han Qiao patted the microphone and found that the reception was fine.

The first reporter was a female reporter: "Hello Nanjiang, I am a reporter from Southern Weekly. I would like to ask you what you think of the recent suppression of you by the literary world? Many people say that your Long nationality values ​​are incorrect and corrupt the minds of young people. Can you

Take responsibility for this.”

Han Qiao smiled: "Hello, I never thought that I was in the literary world, so naturally I can't say that I was encircled and suppressed."

After a pause, he said, "I'm usually very busy at work and haven't read the magazine. I just found out this morning that the seniors have many opinions on my Long clan, and I accept this with an open mind."

"The publication of my works naturally complies with relevant national laws and regulations, and I think it is a tragedy for our education if young people's minds are corrupted just because of one book."

Another male reporter asked: "Hello, Mr. Nan, I would like to ask you what you think of the media naming you a youth literary leader. Do you feel that this is not worthy of the name?"

These reporters are too bad and they dig holes by asking questions.

Your answer is yes, he will go back and write about your lack of moral integrity. Your answer is no, he will go back and write about the Long people's lack of literary literacy.

Han Qiao: "I am an author. I am only responsible for my works. I don't care about anything else."

"Mr. Han, what are you doing now? Why did you want to write about the Long Tribe?" the short-haired reporter asked.

Han Qiao smiled: "Thanks to this journalist friend, the question is finally not so sharp. The original intention of creating Long Clan was to write about my fantasy about youth. I want to create a dream. I think everyone who has a dream should have it."

The right to dream.”

"I am an actor now. "Little Li Fei Knife" in which I participated will be released in a while. I play the role of You Longsheng in it. If you are interested, you can pay attention to it."

Han Qiao advertised for Xiao Li Feidao and promoted himself at the same time.

The conference hall was in an uproar. These reporters had no idea that Nan Jiang was an actor, and their eyes were gleaming. There was so much to write about this time.

After the press conference, Hanqiao started signing books.

For this book signing, the publishing house has prepared 5,000 books.

As soon as Han Qiao arrived, he saw a long queue of readers. Most of these readers were high school students, with a few college and junior high school students.

It is worth mentioning that there are more boys than girls.

Han Qiao sat down and signaled that it was time to start.

The security guard let people go one by one, and the first one to come in was the girl wearing glasses.

Han Qiao smiled: "Hello, do you need to write anything?"

The girl was a little excited and nodded: "Nan... Nanjiang, you can write whatever you want."

Han Qiao then wrote: "When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."

Pass it to the girl.

"Thanks."

"It's okay, go back and be safe."

The girl came out of the autograph signing hall and excitedly took out her mobile phone to send a message: "I saw Nanjiang. He is so handsome and very polite. I love him."

Han Qiao signed a hundred copies in a row. His hands cramped due to fatigue and he decided not to write. He signed his name and moved on to the next one.

The morning autograph session was originally only for two hours, but at 12 noon, Han Qiao saw that there were still many people lining up behind him, so he gritted his teeth, skipped lunch, and continued to sign autographs.

In the afternoon, there were even more people. Fortunately, these students were very well-behaved and did not make any noise.

A boy also arrived for the autograph signing. The boy was young and somewhat introverted. He handed over the book: "Nan... hello Nanjiang, I am Sun Xiaocheng. Because of your book, I have made friends. I especially like your Long clan.

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Han Qiao put down his pen: "Sun Xiaocheng, thank you very much for your liking, and I am honored that my book can bring you happiness."

Han Qiao took the book and wrote on the page: "Be your own hero - to Sun Xiaocheng, your good friend Nanjiang."

Sun Xiaocheng took the book and saw the handwriting on the page, and was moved to tears. This scene was also captured by the reporter. This is very good news material.

8pm.

There were still many people outside, so Han Qiao had no choice but to give up. He took the loudspeaker and said, "Good evening, classmates. Thank you all for coming to support me today. See you again in the world."

When Han Qiao returned to the hotel, it was already nine o'clock in the evening and he had a quick bite.

At this time Tian Tian came over to report the signing results: "Today we signed and sold a total of 7,000 copies."

Han Qiao did not take a break at noon, and extended his stay by two hours in the evening, which was equivalent to a total of eight hours of signings. The record for the most signings was the later generation Tsai Kang-yong, who signed 15,000 copies in nine hours, which is also impressive.

There is no profit from signing the book, but the publisher has prepared bookmarks and peripheral products in advance, and there is a share of this. The details will have to wait a few days for the publisher to sort it out.

"Thank you for your hard work, Editor Tian. I spent some time signing books today. I wonder if the president of your company is still free?"

"The president is waiting for Mr. Nan on the Bund." Tian Tian smoothed her hair. She was a little surprised by Han Qiao's performance today. Faced with the reporters' difficulties, Han Qiao neither tried to please nor lost his grace.

(End of chapter)