How to Develop the King of Anime

Just when the second hand was close to twelve and the hour and minute hands were close to punctual, with the opening broadcast and the sound like a countdown, the whole crowd suddenly became commotion, as if the referee of the sports meeting fired the command gun, accompanied by a bang. , The crowd of Wuyangyang immediately started to run with all their strength. At that moment, all other sounds were automatically filtered behind their heads, and there was no other thought except to keep up with the crowd in front of them.

"Follow me!"

Hearing the shouts of some small Matsuzawa who were suppressed by the noise ahead, Mo Xinyang hurriedly followed and merged into the crowd.

At this time, if you look down from the sky, you will find that there are countless ants gathered in the square of the Tokyo Big Sight, rushing away in one direction, and the closer you get to the selling venue, the crowd begins to gradually The dispersion has become a torrent of countless strands.

"Fuck? Is this crazy?!"

Mo Xinyang cursed fiercely, but didn't dare to stop, just ran fast with Songze, he suddenly felt that even if Liu Xiang came at this time, he wouldn't be able to play his own role in this terrifying running crowd. specialty.

At this moment, Mo Xinyang secretly sighed, who said that the housekeepers have no physical strength and do not exercise at all?This is obviously the reason why I usually don't exercise and sit on the sofa at home, in order to accumulate physical strength and use it now!Looking at the frenzy on the faces of the dead people around, showing the level of [-]-meter athletes and sprinting with indomitable momentum, Mo Xinyang is secretly thankful that he has exercised normally, otherwise he will definitely be left behind at this time. .

Follow Song Ze in front to run to the stadium. At this time, there is no time to look at the map. If you just come by yourself, you will definitely be left behind while running. When you look at the map to find a place , I'm afraid everyone else is lining up.

Just in this thought, the two finally ran to the venue and came to the booth of the Lord God, but the two of them couldn't see the shadow of the Lord God's booth at all, because in front of them was a long line. .

Although there are long queues in other places, it is much worse than here. Perhaps the organizing committee has long known that the queues here may be a bit long, so the booths are located in the inner side, in case the queues have passed. Long interruption to other people's admission.

Mo Xinyang and Songze stroked their knees with their hands, bent over and panted, but they looked at each other and smiled.

"Looking at this situation, as long as the Lord God doesn't really only sell a thousand copies, the two of us will have no problem."

Matsuzawa stood on tiptoe and looked in front, with a look of joy on his face. It seemed that his queuing made a difference. If he came to the queue so early and didn't buy anything in the end, he would really cry to death. This limited edition of "Tsukihime", but he gave up all other big things.

While the two of them were talking, there were many more people behind them, and after a while, there was a team that couldn't see the edge and needed to turn around for several laps.

"It is estimated that some of those in the back are out of action, just queuing up here to try their character."

Matsuzawa explained, and then continued: "...There shouldn't be so many people after "Yue Ji" is sold out. If you're lucky, you might be able to chat with the Lord God for a while."

"What? Really?"

Hearing Matsuzawa's words, Mo Xinyang's eyes lit up. Even celebrities who are not interested in him would be happy if they had the opportunity to chat, let alone contact the author he likes.

"It's just possible, there must be a lot of people who want to chat with the Lord God. We are lucky if we can chat for a while."

"I'm satisfied with a sentence or two."

Mo Xinyang nodded.

"Let's queue up, be careful, don't let anyone jump in the queue."

Song Ze's words made Mo Xinyang also vigilant. The two of them were similar to many people in the queue in front of them. They looked at the side with their heads and eyes, for fear that someone with a thick skin would jump in the queue. Watching, even if you have thick skin, you will be chased away.

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"Tsk, there are so many people!"

Not far from Jingu Yao's booth, a young girl wearing a rustic yellow coat with a pair of wide glasses on her face was smacking her lips, looking at the long queue and said depressedly.

"Isn't it just because of good luck that I created some good works, what's so amazing!"

Turning her head and snorting, the girl spoke with disdain, but behind the glasses that looked like a local girl, the girl's face was still somewhat admirable and envious.

"But obviously Ying Lili, your fan art is also selling well. The original author of that work is someone you don't think is great."

"Yes, what does it matter, Mom!!"

Chapter [-] Everyone wants to talk to him

"Hello, Lord God!"

"Hello."

"Hey? Lord God, are you here alone to watch the booth?"

"No, no, I'm with the girl next to me."

"Two people? It's hard work for so many things."

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Different from the kind of book signing held by the company, selling things on CM seems to be a lot more casual. Even if it is a famous author, after arriving at CM, the ordinary homesteaders seem to have eliminated their embarrassment. And the words changed more.

Just like when Jingu Yao sells, there are always some people who want to chat with him a little more. This kind of behavior that usually will be blocked by SATFF at the usual signing will be stopped by SATFF, but no one said anything on the CM, the only thing that needs to be faced. It was the anger of the people in the queue behind.

Presumably the girl in front of her was a very thick-skinned person, and she didn't care about the whispered urging behind her. While picking out various peripheral products from the booth, she casually chatted with Jingu Yao about her daily life.

If it was a man, maybe Jingu Yao would try to urge him, but for the sake of this girl's beauty, Jingu Yao also catered to her words.

"This... this... this, I want it."

The girl was very forthright and bought a lot of peripheral products. Jingu Yao also enjoyed it. Whether it was before or after the crossing, he really did not have this kind of experience like a small trader. He watched his creations. The thing was sold with his own hands. Although the money was completely incomparable to the funds in the company's accounts, it also made him quite happy.

"Okay, no problem, Dejun, please help me pack the bag."

Jingu Yao quickly collected money to find money, and at the same time greeted the exclusive staff he hired today to do the packing work.

Although the stall next to it selling "LOVE.LIVE" products can't be said to be uninterested, but the constant stream of people who buy things and Jingu Yao can't compare, so Tokui Aokora can only work part-time as a salesperson.

"I'm coming!"

Although she is a nerd who can't exercise very much, Tokui Aokora's hands and feet are still agile.

"Would you like to take a look at this academy idol project "LOVE.LIVE"? This is the product that I will definitely focus on in the future. This is one of the works, and I will write the music myself!"

Jingu Yao spared no effort to promote "LOVE.LIVE". Now it is too difficult for people to join the teaching, but for him, this is also impossible. The production of a single PV is too good, plus For some other costs, the budget is a bit over the limit. Although Jingu Yao does not expect a single order to be a big sale, it is better to return the cost as much as possible.