Faced with such enthusiastic readers, the boy also wanted to discuss in depth with them, after all, no author doesn’t like to talk about his works with others. But the current situation is that after he finished the signing meeting, he has to go directly to the airport. Moreover, in the past few days in France, he has never stepped into the threshold of any hotel: "Sorry, after the signing is over, I will fly back to China directly. If possible, I also hope to discuss my works with you in depth... Oh, right..."

Just before the woman's face was about to be occupied by disappointment and helplessness, Yang Yi suddenly thought of a solution, so he signaled the woman to give him the book. Then he quickly wrote a string of numbers under his signature: "This is my icq number, the Internet communication software that is very popular now. If you use this software, I think we will have a chance to communicate."

After receiving this unexpected surprise, the woman was obviously very happy. After putting away the book, she simply bent down and gave Yang Yi a hug: "It's really an honor to see you, cute 'sir. I hope my daughter and I will not miss you when you appear on the Internet again."

Waving his hand and saying goodbye to the reluctant lady, Yang Yi took the second book, then signed the name on it fluently and returned it to the other party, and did not forget to accompany a pure and beautiful smile that had been practiced for a long time. It was with this trick that at the year-end hot sale in Yunzhong Bookstore held in Yuezhou at the end of last year, he captured the hearts of a girl of at least two hands in one fell swoop. There was an urban girl who asked him to sign with "Ghost Blows Out the Light". She even cried and made a fuss to be the teenager's girlfriend, but in the end she dispatched three young secretary of the general manager. Finally, she persuaded the girl. Of course, the proud boy at the signing meeting. After the signing, she gained a lot of rolling eyes and cold treatment from Su Wan.

But the difference in age and gender can make the originally invincible boy smile without any effect? ​​Well, the old man in front of him, can you win? But please don’t look at me with such deep frowns. Those who don’t know will definitely think that I am the bastard who deceived your cute granddaughter. So, can you change your expression?

Just when Yang Yi was very surprised, was this pure smile not a man or a woman killing each other, the second old man who came to ask for an autograph suddenly pointed to two lines of text in his book and asked in dissatisfaction: "Doesn't I, an old man, deserve your icq number? You are naked and naked. And I never knew that the taste of young people has changed from young girls to those adult women."

It's embarrassing!

So that's the case, wouldn't it be better if you keep saying it out directly? At first, I stared at it so tightly, and thought something was wrong. Besides, the icq number is not a necessary content for signatures. Yang Yi was naturally shouting injustice in his heart. It's a pity that no one could hear it. However, after getting the contact information of the boy, the old man suddenly burst into a satisfied smile and held his hand happily: "Although there is a completely different culture in many details, I still want to say that your work reminds me of my mother. She is the same, um. A hard stone that makes people helpless. Thank you and your works for bringing me such beautiful memories. Dear, a foreign little gentleman."

After the old man left, the third one came up was a girl about the same age as a boy. After sighing, he could understand his novel, he still honestly picked up the pen and signed his name.

However, in the following exchanges, there was a situation that both Yang Yi and Galimma Publishing House had expected. The reader only knew French and was not proficient in English. So a translator immediately came and started to build a bridge for the exchange between the two.

"It really surprised me. Why do I look as old as you, but I can't write such good works? You know, I am a student at the Paris Higher Education College now, and even my mentor thinks I can become a qualified writer in ten years. But he obviously doesn't know your age, and if he knew it, he wouldn't comfort me like that. Well, in fact, I want to ask, do you have no writing skills or tricks? If you can teach me, then I will agree to date you. How about it, I think this is a very worthy suggestion."

After hesitating for a moment, the translator finally said this completely. After hearing this, Yang Yi understood why this translator's expression was so strange before, and his feelings were met with a more strange girl with a disconnected mind.

However, this problem is obviously easy to solve: "Sorry, I don't have any tricks. My trick is to follow my mentor to study the culture of my country and then study these cultures more deeply. As for your suggestions, I must say sorry for the second time. The flight to China has been booked at 9:30 pm, so we shouldn't have a chance to be together."

"Okay, it's really disappointing. If you suddenly change your mind, I think you can contact me on icq. I've been on it almost always except for class." The girl shook her head in disappointment. It seemed that her interest in Yang Yi's work was far less important than that in the writing itself.

After signing seven or eight readers in a row, when the boy looked up again, he found that there was no one in front of him. After all, this is not the Lunton of Britain, and he has not won the Goncourt Award. In addition, the problem of language communication is that the team of readers ahead of him is far shorter than the team of the other four authors.

However, this also gave him the opportunity to go on a run. Faced with such a great spring and a Paris that he had lived in the future, Yang Yi was naturally more happy to appreciate. As for the publicity issues, Galimma was worried about it anyway, so it was not his turn to worry about it.

In the alternation of enjoying the scenery and signing readers, a morning passed quickly, but because the signing will start at 10:30 in the morning, in fact, it was only a little over an hour.

After using the luncheon arranged by Galimma, a group of people returned to the square. The same kind of signing in the morning, watching readers coming one after another and leaving one after another, Yang Yi couldn't help but think of the signing parties organized by Yang Yi Culture. Whether it was himself, Su Wan, Yang or other authors under Yang Yi Publishing, they would have some interaction with readers during the signing process. Of course, this interaction was carefully designed and arranged by him, so the whole game was often a small gathering for literary lovers. The sales results were also particularly good.

As one of the largest publishing groups in Europe, Galimah was founded many years ago than Yangyi Culture in the morning, but in this kind of marketing, this publishing house is obviously no match for the rebirth. It fully adheres to the tradition of authors and readers in the European literary circle that all authors and readers write and read quietly, and even the signing party is so calm.

The difference between the two is not better, but judging from sales results alone, Yangyi Culture is undoubtedly a perfect match for Galimma.

Soon, the signing began again, and after this time, there were a lot of readers in front of Yang Yi, and it seemed that he could almost catch up with the other four authors with the least readers. However, the other four were French local writers, and people were undoubtedly far more popular with Yang Yi. So the boy was not in a hurry at all now, but he was a little worried that if there were too many readers, it would be difficult to face his peer after waiting. Although victory was not based on the sale of the strong, if it really exceeded the number of signings of the other party, it was always a bit embarrassing to meet.

In the next hour, it was also said that Yang Yi's prediction turned into reality. The team that was filmed in front of the boy was almost thirty, but there were still more than twenty people there.

He sighed, the success and the defeat of the enemy. Although the competition between them was not so fierce, Galimma would definitely not think so. But Yang Yi finally calmed down and turned to sign the readers honestly.

After signing about a dozen people, when it was the next reader's turn, the boy just raised his head and heard a familiar voice: "Hello, is it a writer from China?"

Hey, he's a fellow villager again?

However, meeting this fellow villager was obviously much easier and more pleasant than the previous one, at least not allowing me to see the difficulties of my compatriots outside.

So Yang Yi quickly looked over and found that he was a man who was about 40 years old and went to 50 years old. He seemed to have worked outdoors all year round, so his face was very black, red and shiny. But under this dark and shiny face, he really looked like a face that made people feel involuntarily friendly: "Hello, I am here in France for cultural exchanges. I didn't expect to meet fellow villagers. It's really rare. By the way, did you write this book "Stone"? I've read it, and it's really good."

Doing cultural work?

When doing cultural work, you look like you have just read this book. Uncle, don’t be close to it, right? And just look at your dark and bright face, you don’t look like a person who works in cultural work.

A young man who is well versed in Chinese temperament has maintained a certain degree of suspicion about the cultural exchange work of men. However, in the other party's enthusiastic and straightforward smile, he still put down his little opinions in his heart and began to sign the other party seriously.

"It's really good, thank you. I hope you can write more and better works in the future and become a cultural ambassador for communication with other countries in the world..." The man may not know Yang Yi's whisper to him. The verbal call was quite a bit like a foreign-related official's accent, which made Yang Yi a little suspicious of his previous judgment.

Then the man's next words made him understand why the other party's skin color was so healthy: "I am a far-far Tibetan. It is really not easy to be able to read texts from the country from such a distance abroad. By the way, a colleague of mine also likes your works. Can you sign a name for him here?"

As the man said, he took something out of a briefcase he carried with him.

Yang Yi naturally had no objection to this requirement. Although according to Galimma's arrangement, readers must be able to enjoy the author's autograph treatment after purchasing books, at least the person in front of him is a fellow villager, and no matter what, he should be given preferential treatment.
Chapter completed!