After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Since the beginning of the new century, with the development of the Internet, bookstores are definitely a sunset industry.

But today, the significance of a bookstore to a city is far more than just a place to sell books. Different books represent the thoughts, culture, and art of different races and countries in the world...

There are still people who need such a space.

But it is an indisputable fact that private bookstores have difficulties in operating, so Internet-famous bookstores like Sisyphus have also emerged.

Zhongshuge is such a bookstore.

Or it can’t be called a bookstore, as they say it is a reading space.

As a chain brand, Zhongshuge currently has a total of six stores in Shanghai. The Minhang store, which opened first in 2013, served as the venue for this book signing event.

The book signing event started at 1 p.m., and Jiang Yunxiao and the classmates who had made an appointment with her arrived in the morning.

Since they learned about the autograph session, they noticed that many people in school were talking about it, and many of them had the same idea as them.

Because I was afraid that there would be too many people and I wouldn’t be able to get a good seat.

But they obviously underestimated the number of people attracted to the book signing event.

"Why are there so many people?"

Zhongshuge Minhang store is located in Thames Town. It looks like a classical European building. Jiang Yunxiao and her classmates dressed up beautifully. When they arrived here, the scene they saw was jaw-dropping.

Starting from the entrance of the bookstore, a serpentine passage was formed by fences. Even so, the huge crowd seemed to have no end. Security personnel were sweating profusely on both sides of the passage to maintain order, and there was also a person who was obviously the store manager talking on the phone.

I could vaguely hear words like "book transfer", "insufficient quantity", "too many people", etc.

The majority of people queuing up are girls, ranging in age from fifteen or sixteen to over forty years old.

Jiang Yunxiao also noticed that among these people, there was a group that was particularly professional and had brought light boards with the author's posters.

The attitudes of these people were different from those of the waiting crowd, who were either anxious or expectant. They had a mysterious sense of pride and looked particularly happy when communicating with each other.

He even took out his cell phone to take a picture of the queue, and I didn't know who he was chatting with.

It is worth mentioning that this group of people are positioned very close to the front, and each of them is wearing a coat, some of them tied around their waists.

This made her a little confused, but then she thought of some incredible possibilities.

Have these people been queuing up since last night?

In late October, the temperature difference between morning and evening in Shanghai becomes larger, and it is a bit cool at night.

She was shocked by her own thoughts. This wasn't a fan meeting for a top singer, so why were there such loyal fans?

"There are too many people. Should we still queue?"

Some of the friends who came with me started to back out.

Many people here have not read the book, they were just dazzled by the promotional posters and came here just to join in the fun. When they saw this situation, they felt that it was not worth spending so much time just to take a look at the author himself.

"Xiao Xiao?"

Her best friend pulled her clothes, wanting her to make the decision.

"Come on, let's get in line."

Jiang Yunxiao held her best friend's hand and walked to the end of the line.

……

dong dong!

"Qingfeng, are you up?"

Lu Qingfeng went to bed late last night. On the one hand, he had to communicate the process and details of the book signing event, and on the other hand, he had to prepare some signed books in advance. Otherwise, he would be exhausted even if he just stayed at the book signing event and didn't sign many books.

Secondly, it had been a long time since we met, and Yang Xiuxiu and I had a lot to talk about.

So after being woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, he fell asleep again.

When he heard the knock on the door, he sat up with his eyes half-closed. After a long while, he got up from the bed and opened the door of the hotel room.

Yang Xiuxiu was outside, holding breakfast in her hands.

"What's wrong, Sister Xiuxiu?"

He yawned and scratched his messy hair.

This is the bad thing about having long hair: when you wake up from sleeping, it becomes a messy shape.

"The bookstore called and said that more and more fans have been gathering since this morning, and asked if we could start the book signing earlier."

Lu Qingfeng was cheered up.

"what time is it now."

"eight thirty."

"Tell them over there, I'll be there right away."

"it is good."

Lu Qingfeng went to wash up while Yang Xiuxiu went to make a phone call. Within half an hour, they finished washing their face, brushing their teeth, and blow-drying their hair.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, perfect.

Then, I got on the car arranged by the magazine with Yang Xiuxiu and had breakfast in the car.

Apparently, the neighbor's sister also anticipated his thoughts and came with breakfast.

The hotel I stayed in was not far from Zhongshuge, and it only took about ten minutes to get there. After getting off the car in the parking lot and walking a little further, I saw a long queue.

At the same time, the people in the queue also saw him.

The already bustling scene was suddenly filled with huge noises and exclamations one after another.

"Wow, Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, you are such a beauty!"

Before they knew it, Jiang Yunxiao and her bestie, who had moved from the end of the team to the middle, looked in the direction of the crowd's cheers and saw the young man walking towards them.

Jiang Yunxiao has long been accustomed to some of her bestie's fan circle terms.

In the past, she would think it was exaggerated and artificial.

But now, she felt that such an adjective was not an exaggeration to describe the young man in front of her.

Nowadays, the word "beauty" is used to refer to women with outstanding looks, but in the earliest times, ancient people used it to praise handsome men with beautiful faces.

Like the "Bei Feng Jian Xi" in the Book of Songs, there are hazelnuts on the mountains, and ling trees in the marshes, who am I thinking of? The beauty in the west, that beauty, the person in the west.

The beauty here refers to a handsome man.

Now, she somewhat understood why the ancients used such adjectives.

The young man walking forward has a smile on his face, slender limbs, an upright torso, and a perfect head-to-body ratio, giving him a sculptural sense of coordination on a visual level.

A full forehead, clean and warm skin, clear contours, and slightly upturned outer corners of the eyes, shaped like a little fox.

If good looks are just an external manifestation, then the inexplicable attraction of the young man is the biggest difference that sets him apart from others.

That special charm is like a magnet, firmly attracting the attention of people around.

"Don't push, don't push."

Jiang Yunxiao was staring at the boy who was getting closer and closer when she suddenly felt a pushing force from the side.

The crowd around suddenly rushed towards the host of the book signing event.

……

The sudden movement startled the security guard who was maintaining order. He quickly stood in front and tried to push the unruly people back roughly.

There is no way. Once this situation triggers a chain reaction, no one can be held responsible.

Lu Qingfeng, who was greeting fans, also saw that a small group of people broke away from the team and squeezed into the fence.

He quickly stopped and comforted them.

This small group of people, who were originally dissatisfied with the security guards' behavior and were about to vent their emotions through action, suddenly calmed down when they heard the voice.

It was strange that the little anger that suddenly arose melted away quickly like spring snow. I even felt a little embarrassed, thinking that I was too impulsive.

This group of people slowly retreated.

The security guards were very surprised.

Are all these young fans so rational now?