As she spoke, she opened up the boxes and took out the books pile by pile. She also secretly gave her young assistants a glare, “Give Qingqing a pen, right now!”
“No need.”
Qiao Qing returned to her desk and took out her pen that she uses specifically to sign books.
Sun Jing then handed her one and she signed one.
She signed 100 books in 6 minutes.
Sun Jing wanted to continue this but Qiao Qing threw out her pen, “You think I don’t know how to count?”
Sun Jing rubbed her nose and thought that this person sure was difficult to fool.
Carefully, she moved the signed books into one box and then said to Qiao Qing, “The remaining books you can keep as a souvenir.”
Qiao Qing didn’t accept nor deny. she then looked over to the other box, “What is this?”
Sun Jing quickly opened up this box, treating it like it was a treasure. When it opened, gold light emitted.
“These are the medals you won recently! There are about 10 of them. You never go to the ceremonies for these so I can only bring them to you.”
Qiao Qing frowned and straightened up, “Take those away. I don’t have room for them.”
Sun Jing, “…”
Other authors butt heads and break bones and still fail to get these awards, yet to her, these were as worthless as trash.
*
After Qiao Qing got rid of Sun Jing, she went to school.
The moment she walked in, she heard much clamor from the normally silent classroom.
Faintly, she heard “Feng Ci”, “Immortal”, and “for sale.”
She paused her steps.
Before, her books normally went on sale during summer vacation. This was the first time she’s seen this.
The moment she returned to her seat, Luo Chen tilted his head towards her, “Qingqing, make sure your cell is fully charged at 3:30 pm today!”
Qiao Qing asked, “Why?”
“To help me buy a book! Feng Ci’s book is about to go on sale again. This time, I asked numerous people to help me fight for a copy. No matter what, I need to get my hands on a signed book this time!”
The boy sitting in the seat before him turned around as well, “I’ve never even gotten one that’s not signed. A signed copy would be a dream. Based on what the officials have said, there are only 100 signed copies this time. Do you think you can beat those CEOs and directors who are her fans?”
“Go away! Take your bad luck mouth with you! My older brother’s an entrepreneur himself and he wasn’t able to get me one! This is about luck, alright?”
Then, Luo Chen took out a relatively old, but well-protected book.
“Talking about it makes me want to reread it!”
Qiao Qing was a little startled and she tapped his shoulder, “You really want a signed copy?”
Luo Chen said, “Of course!”
Qiao Qing curled her hand at him, “Give me your book, I will get it signed.”
Luo Chen was flustered by all this, “Qingqing, don’t stir up trouble again. I want Feng Ci herself to sign the book. I don’t want only a name on here.”
“No matter how well others can imitate, if it’s not Feng Ci’s, it doesn’t mean anything. Do you understand?”
“Whatever, you have nobody you idolize. When you find yourself an idol later in life, you will understand how I feel.”
Qiao Qing, “…”
Before long, Qiao Nian’s deskmate Xu Yingying spoke up, “Someone wants a book signed by Feng Ci?”
Everyone looked to her direction, “You have a way to get it?”
“How would I have a way?” Xu Yingying continued, “It’s Niannian who has a way. Her younger aunt is friends with the prominent editor-in-chief of the Capital Publishing Company.”
“As long as her aunt talks to the editor-in-chief, it’ll be easy for her to get a few signed copies.”
Everyone looked over to Qiao Nian upon hearing this. All of them had heated gazes.
Even Luo Chen, who was reading, couldn’t help but look over.
Qiao Nian said, embarrassed, “It’s true that my younger aunt knows the editor-in-chief, Sun Jing. Though it’s not as exaggerated as what Yingying just said, it shouldn’t be a problem to get two to three signed copies.”
“I’ll keep a copy for myself and the rest are up for grabs. Whoever wants one can come and find me.”
