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Chapter 199 Wedding Invitation

"The sound of the wind dries up the madman"

"The brush becomes incomplete"

"I became your shadow"

"As if not so sad"

Fang Jing didn't know how he got home, he was in a daze, lying on the bed a little at a loss, letting the phone ring over and over again in the living room.

"You fly over mountains and rivers"

"drunk in my arms"

"But honey, I'm still on my way"

"stumbled in a hurry"

"You tore apart the night and cried out your wishes"

"Tears fill my chest"

On the seventh ring, Fang Jing got up impatiently, and the caller showed Wu Jiajia.

"Boss, didn't you say you want to come back and continue signing books? It's almost time to get off work, are you still coming?"

I looked at the time in the upper right corner, and it was already six in the afternoon, so I had slept for several hours before I knew it.

"Come here right away, you ask the driver to pick me up in the community."

Washed his face, changed his clothes and put on his shoes, his hair was messy, he was too lazy to wash, and Fang Jing went out wearing a hat. When he went downstairs, he remembered that Lao Wang would not be here for a while. Minutes, why go down now?

Turning around and preparing to go upstairs, he stopped after a few steps, feeling entangled in his heart, "I have nothing to do when I go back, or I have to come down again after a while, troublesome."

His stomach was growling with hunger. Following the route he remembered, Fang Jing walked to the neighborhood supermarket, walked around for more than ten minutes and came out with a box of yogurt. The car just arrived at the door.

When we came to the office of the Propaganda Group, on the first floor, Gao Wei and others were still typing on the keyboard in front of the computer. They worked day and night.

The most accident-prone time for artists is at night, regardless of gender.

Sometimes when Yang Ning received a call in the middle of the night, I had to get up to publish.

"Why are you looking at me? What should I do?" Seeing several people staring at him, Fang Jing wondered.

In the office in the back room, Wu Jiajia was bored sitting in front of the computer and playing games. There were crates of brand new books on the floor, and the smell of ink was lingering in his nostrils.

Seeing Fang Jing approaching from afar through the glass window, she was so frightened that she hurriedly turned off the computer, was shocked, and picked up a book of Swordsman, and read it carefully.

"How many are still unsigned?" Fang Jing asked after entering the room.

Wu Jiajia was depressed. There were seventy or eighty books on the table. Even a blind person could read them. Just as he was about to talk, when his eyes met the scene above, he saw his face was pale, tired and lifeless, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was startled. .

It was fine when I went out at noon, how long has it been like this?

"You...why do you have such a bad complexion, your eyes are so red."

"Really?" Fang Jing took out his mobile phone and turned it into a camera, looking at himself in the picture, Fang Jing didn't care, "It's really a little bad, maybe it's because you stayed up too late, you should get off work."

Pulling up a chair and sitting down, Fang Jing picked up the pen on the table and started to sign the book, flamboyantly, very fast, every two seconds.

Looking at his state, the calmer the weather, the more worried Wu Jiajia was. She turned her head and looked at it several times before slowly exiting the office.

The bag was placed on the chair by the door. Seeing Fang Jing's serious writing, Wu Jiajia didn't dare to disturb him, and tiptoed to take the bag and leave. Her intuition told her that this man must have something to do, and it's best not to hit the gun.

The brim of the hat blocked most of the light, affecting sight. Fang Jing took it off and threw it aside, took the book in one hand and wrote in the other, and put it aside after finishing writing.

……

Three days later, Swordsman was released online, and all 50 copies were sold out in less than half an hour.

In a certain publishing house in Shonan, a middle-aged man with a big belly looked excited at the data. The star effect is different, so it was right to cooperate with Fang Jing.

He picked up his mobile phone and made a call: "The price is easy to negotiate, and another 30 will be printed overnight!"

Just when it was hard to find a book on the Internet, Fang Jing's book friend group was about to explode.

Before, he asked the management to withdraw from the group, and it was a retreat, but before the withdrawal, the group of people created another group, and the number of people was pulled in unchanged, and the group name did not change.

"Whoever has an autograph, I bought 51 copies."

"It seems that every signature is different. What did you get?"

"Fang Jing said he likes me!"

"Bah! Shameless, can you sell it for a hundred?"

"Mine is a poem, study it every morning."

"Fang Jing told me not to make random things when I have money, and buy more homework. I thank his eight generations of ancestors."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"It's still a paper book that is enjoyable to read and doesn't hurt the eyes. Tsk tsk tsk, I bought seven copies, all of which are signed by myself, and I plan to give it away. I am a third-year teacher in high school."

"Teacher, I feel sorry for you. From your space, we seem to be the same school. Can I do it separately? I will definitely study hard and make progress every day."

"Which class are you in?"

"Why do we have known each other before, prestige goes away, you put the book in the guard room during class, and I will take it quietly during class."

"Everyone! Don't panic if you don't have your own autograph. Fang Jing, who is so meager, has a notice that he will sign offline next week. Just take the book you bought and go to Demon City to find him."

"I want to go, but the balance does not allow it, so I can only envy."

……

"Big brother, many brothers and sisters of our book friends didn't get their autographed books. Can you go through the back door and thank you for writing them?"

In the morning, on the way to the company, Fang Jing received news of Dongfang Bubai's Penguin.

"Okay, send the ones you bought, don't buy the ones you haven't bought, I'll send them here."

This group of people have been chasing him for more than a year since Zhu Xian, and many of them are familiar with the ID. Most of his tipping leaders are also sent by these loyal book friends, and it is nothing to return a book.

"Thank you, Da, I thank you for everyone, and wish you success in your career."

"You're welcome, please count the addresses for me, which ones... Forget it, I'll just send them all, don't send them, by the way, how many people are there?"

"two thousand!"

"How much?" Fang Jing's tongue was almost bitten.

Are you counting the whole village?
"Hey! Two thousand, that's our old group. After disbanding, we rebuilt a new one."

Fang Jing was moved, "Okay, I understand!"

A group of 2000 people made a phone call to the publisher, who said they would deliver it overnight, free of charge.

This time they didn't talk about earning millions, tens of thousands of dollars are nothing, and drizzle is nothing.

But Fang Jing did not agree, and insisted on giving money, tens of thousands of dollars, he is not short of this, there is no need to take advantage of this.

In the company, Fang Jing received a courier as soon as he entered the door. It was sent by Huang Xiaoming. When he opened it, it was a wedding invitation, and he got married on October [-]th.

As early as a few months ago, Huang Xiaoming announced that he was going to get married this year, Fang Jing didn't expect it to come so soon.

On the Internet, after Huang Xiaoming's official announcement, a large number of celebrities expressed their blessings.

There was a lot of abuse in the comment area, many people said that the two of them were not suitable, and that a woman was not good enough for Huang Xiaoming.

Some are even more poisonous, saying that Huang Xiaoming has received so much infamy, and today it is all thanks to his wife, who has the physique of a black husband.

　Chapter 01 was written from 30:[-] to [-]:[-] last night, I deleted it, I deleted it, I have been dissatisfied, forgive me, a straight man of steel, who really doesn’t understand emotional dramas, and I will buy this ten-year-old, gentle and gentle Le Xiaomi's cool student will watch.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)