This made Li Shimin anxious, and he wanted to trade one for one with me.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jun couldn't help but glance at the woman a few more times.

The woman had thick black hair, which was piled high, revealing her delicate and pretty features. Her skin was fair, and the fabric of the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) she wore was obviously of high quality, which was enough to show that she was born into a wealthy family.

When Madam Du heard that she wanted a hundred sesame cakes all at once, she looked troubled and said, "Young lady, a hundred sesame cakes, I can't make that many in a short time..."

The woman smiled, covering her lips with her slender, fair fingers. "It's alright. I'll have someone come and pick it up whenever you're done."

Mrs. Du hesitated, then said, "I'll only be here today..."

The woman said, "I can send someone to your house to get it."

After saying that, she didn't ask for Du's mother's address, but looked at Cheng Jun.

Cheng Jun understood that she wanted to talk to him, and said with a smile, "She lives in Da'anfang. You can ask someone to inquire about Aunt Du's address and you'll find out."

After all, the big incident that happened to Du Jingjian made him famous in Da'anfang overnight.

Everyone living in Da'anfang knows the Du family.

Seeing that Cheng Junping was approachable, the woman's watery eyes brightened with joy, and she said, "Imperial Censor Cheng, I've taken note of that."

Cheng Jun thought for a moment and said, "From now on, don't use my title. Just call me Cheng Sanlang."

The woman exclaimed excitedly, "Is it possible...Cheng Sanlang?"

"Hey."

Cheng Jun smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Give me a hundred more flatbreads."

The woman understood and immediately spoke to Du's mother.

Cheng Jun was pleased to see that she was so perceptive and asked, "What is your name, young lady?"

He actually asked me my name....

The woman was both excited and nervous. Her fingers involuntarily gripped the hem of her skirt, and she stammered, "I... my name is Qu Yue, I'm sixteen years old, I live in Chongrenfang, and my father is Qu Yang..."

She grew increasingly embarrassed and flustered as she spoke, her face turning bright red. She didn't even know why she had said so much. In her haste, she turned to Aunt Du and said:

"Give me another hundred sesame cakes!"

Cheng Jun smiled as he watched her flustered and excited demeanor, reminiscent of a modern superstar showering her female fans with attention and concern. He said:

"Aunt Du is my friend's mother. I'll trouble you to take good care of her business in the future."

Qu Yue nodded repeatedly: "I definitely will!"

"I buy them every day, three hundred sesame cakes every day!"

One flatbread costs five copper coins, so three hundred flatbreads would cost one thousand five hundred copper coins... and that's what you get every day...

Du's mother was momentarily dazed, and her kneading speed slowed down.

What an honest girl! It's easiest to fleece fans like that... Cheng Jun smiled kindly and said gently:

“Aunt Du is poor and struggling to make ends meet. You bought Aunt Du’s flatbread, which is a great help to me. I’ll give you one of your autographs.”

As he spoke, he picked up a sheet of white paper, took up a rabbit-hair brush, and began to write.

In his past life, he loved artistic signatures and put a lot of thought into calligraphy. He designed the signatures of everyone in the company, from the leaders to the subordinates.

Soon, Qu Yue's artistic signature appeared on the white paper.

The two characters "Qu Yue" are also written in cursive script, flowing smoothly and artistically, making them pleasing to the eye.

It was even more beautiful than the signature of Cheng Jun in her hand.

He actually agreed to design a signature for me... Qu Yue's face instantly turned even redder. Looking at her name appearing on the white paper, she liked it more and more.

Those waiting in line for autographs were filled with envy; this was an autograph designed by Imperial Censor Cheng.

Just because they bought several hundred flatbreads... everyone looked at Aunt Du, who was constantly kneading the dough, and their eyes gleamed.

"What do you think?"

Cheng Jun handed the paper to Qu Yue and said.

Qu Yue quickly took it, cherishing it dearly, pressing it tightly to her chest, her face radiating happiness, and exclaimed joyfully:

"Thank you, Cheng Sanlang!"

The timing is almost right... Cheng Jun thought to himself. The reason he was trying to get closer to Qu Yue and designing an artistic signature for her was to set an example for the people in line, letting them know that there are many benefits to buying Du Mu's sesame cakes.

In modern terms, it's about monetizing traffic.

Cheng Jun was quite surprised by the number of fans he had in Chang'an City after attending the autograph session.

It would be a shame not to cut it...

In Chang'an, Cheng Jun only knew one woman, Mrs. Du, who came from a poor family but made delicious flatbreads. By drawing attention to her, he could change her family's circumstances and free the Du family from their impoverished lives.

Just then, Qu Yue's nervous voice rang in my ears: "Cheng Sanlang, can I help you with your autographs in the future?"

Cheng Jun turned to look at her.

Qu Yue mustered her courage and said, "Look at all these people standing in line. They must get tired after a while. If they complain about you because of the long wait, I'll feel bad."

"If you want to sign autographs for them again in the future, I can provide a stool and paper for signing, and I'll pay for it."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "You mean, you want to cheer?"

"Support?"

Qu Yue pondered the two words, unable to fathom their meaning, and looked at Cheng Jun with a puzzled expression.

Cheng Jun said, "It's just to cheer me on."

Although Qu Yue had never heard of the phrase "cheer him on," she understood it easily—it meant to encourage him. She nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean!"

Cheng Jun asked, "Do you want to cheer all the time, or only occasionally?"

Qu Yue said, "Of course, I'll always want it!"

Cheng Jun pondered for a moment and said, "Then I suggest you set up a Cheng Sanlang support group. One person's strength is ultimately limited. You can gather like-minded people together and support him. You can be the president of the support group."

As he spoke, Cheng Jun's expression turned serious, and he said, "I will send someone to tell you about my daily routine as soon as possible, so that you know what I am doing and where I usually go."

"Moreover, once you've chosen the members of this fan club, I can design signatures for them."

Cheng Jun asked, "Are you willing?"

Qu Yue felt a surge of intense happiness welling up from her heart and rushing to her mind. Her voice cracked with excitement, "I do!"

"Great, now I have a loyal fanbase to exploit..." Cheng Jun thought to himself, continuing without changing his expression.

"If you need my autograph in the future, just send someone to the Cheng residence to let me know, and I will send someone to deliver it to you."

"In addition, you are the president of my support group. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me anytime. I will help you solve them within my ability."

Qu Yue gazed at Cheng Jun with her large, watery eyes and asked, "Can I come directly to you?"

After saying that, she realized it was a bit inappropriate and ambiguous, so she blushed and explained, "I wanted to talk to you about the progress of preparing for the fan club meeting."

Cheng Jun smiled and said, "If I'm not busy, that's fine."

Qu Yue was as excited as a canary released from its cage, cheering and shouting, "Cheng Sanlang, I will definitely do my best!"

Cheng Jun encouraged him, "I believe in you, do your best."

"Then I'll go back..."

Qu Yue said reluctantly.

"Be careful on the road."

Cheng Jun watched her walk away, then looked at the people in line and said, "Next."

A young man immediately stepped forward and greeted him warmly, "Cheng Sanlang..."

Cheng Jun looked at him, his expression turning serious, and said:

"Please address me by my title when I sign my name."