Host, You're Targeted

When Yu Xilin was on his way to the International Convention and Exhibition Center in Lucheng from the company, he found that there were a lot of book fans sitting in their hands and gift boxes waiting at the gate. Among them, there were men and women, and the age difference was quite large. From the middle-aged people in their 40s and 50s, and the children in their teens who needed to be accompanied by their parents, all stood in front of the huge posters placed in the exhibition center.

On the poster is an impression picture of the cover of a new book just launched a few days before Gu Chao's fall. The gradual blue sky and the wavy sea form a line, and the looming skyline extends to the outside of the painting. At the bottom of the picture is a teenager in white clothes and black jeans who is addicted to the sea. The color contrast is very obvious, and there is less close eyes At the top of the year is a character of "falling" and his pen name, which he asked Shen Chaosheng's father Shen Liren to write.

Just from the artistic beauty of the cover, this book is very attractive.

The snow at the entrance of the Convention and Exhibition Center has been cleaned up by the staff, and the wet marks left by them have also been trampled by the coming and going book fans.

Due to the snow the day before, it was extremely cold compared with the previous few days. All the book fans standing outside the door began to use all-out means to keep warm.

Yu Xilin walked into the Convention and exhibition center with his work permit. He found that the hall used to queue up had been covered with a gradual blue carpet that echoed the theme of the cover. Moreover, the stools and gift bags were also arranged, and the air conditioning and heating in the hall were fully opened.

"Let's come in and wait! It's too cold out there

Yu Xilin made a gesture to the security personnel beside him and took out his mobile phone. "There are too many people outside. It's wet in the snow. Some shoes are easy to slip. Pay attention to them when they come in."

After receiving the instructions, the security personnel went out to greet everyone to come in. Yu Xilin went to the small room behind the exhibition center to call Gu chaoluo.

When he went in, he saw that someone was moving the special edition of "falling" into the small room at the back door. He stood inside and roughly counted whether the number of books was consistent.

When the number of confirmations was almost the same, Yu Xilin looked up and saw that the minute hand on the wall pointed to the number nine.

It's eight forty-five.

"The boy is not up yet, is he?"

Yu Xilin some uneasy, frowned and dialed Gu chaoluo's mobile phone.

Gu chaoluo and Shen Chaosheng just arrived on the viaduct. Looking out of the window, Gu chaoluo saw the International Convention and Exhibition Center of Lucheng, a semi-circular building.

Shen Chaosheng noticed Gu chaoluo's eyes and looked at the other side.

"Chaoluo, take that picture for me. It's a good painting material."

"Good."

Without saying a word, Gu chaoluo picked up his mobile phone and took a picture. The eight characters of "Lvcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center" covered with snow have melted. The silver regular script font and the semicircular building behind it complement each other. It looks like a rare picture in reality.

Gu chaoluo took several pictures. Before his fingers slipped to the next one, Yu Xilin called in.

"Hello, brother Yu."

"Are you here? It's forty-five now. "

Gu chaoluo looked forward and was about to get off the viaduct.

"Oh, it's time. Don't worry! We're on the viaduct. We'll be there in a minute

Yu Xilin gave way to the staff carrying the books and went out to the back door of the exhibition center. "Then you come to the back door and enter through the back door. There are too many fans waiting in front. It's cold today. I let them all come in. Do you hear me when you come in through the back door? The back door. "

Yu Xilin repeated the back door four times in a row. Gu chaoluo heard that his ears were about to cocoon, and he gave a perfunctory "um" two times.

"I know, I know, I know the back door! Why go through the back door and repeat it so many times? How glorious? "

Hearing Gu chaoluo's pun, Shen Chaosheng laughed at the steering wheel.