Fairyland, big problem

Boss Zhang posted on the self-built communication platform, saying that he had a deep chat with President Lin, learned of all kinds of sufferings, and wanted to organize everyone to cheer for President Lin.

With such a speech, three to five hundred people responded positively within three days, and even colleagues from far away knew that they could not come and wanted to sponsor this event.

It's just that Boss Zhang hasn't revealed his identity. Some netizens are worried about being cheated and are still on the sidelines.

Moreover, the news that the first version of Kamen Rider model was used as a lottery has not been released.

"I think you can try it."

Boss Zhang has deep bags under his eyes and it is not easy to stay up late. Wen Jiu still wants to remind him.

"You can't believe everything that netizens say. They often shout loudly on the Internet, and the crowd is excited. Less than 1% of them actually do things."

"I know, but this self-built Kamen Rider forum has existed for at least 30 years, and the only ones left are hardcore fans. It's worth a try."

To organize his comrades to act secretly, Wen Jiu is really powerless and beyond his ability.

Even if I read the Kamen Rider comics in a hurry these days, it doesn't count as really integrating into the cultural circle.

Friends arrived in Changle City from other places, and the reception and guidance matters can only be handled by Boss Zhang.

"Boss Zhang, what can I do to help?"

It feels a bit subtle. Originally, Wen Jiu was the main knife, and Boss Zhang was the one to help, but the situation seemed to be reversed.

"Brother Wen Jiu, please untie President Lin's knot."

Boss Zhang, who is over forty years old, has tired eyes, but his pupils are shining again.

Wen Jiu earnestly promised, "I will do my best."

"Thank you, this is not only to save President Lin, but also the wish of all of us..."

In the next few days, Wen Jiu clearly felt that Boss Zhang had become haggard, and the staff in the supermarket was mobilized to book a small hotel to receive fellow friends who gathered one after another.

The economic situation of the small supermarket was already compressed by the department store. Boss Zhang temporarily closed part of the business of the small supermarket for his childhood ideals, and fully welcomed his colleagues.

He is destined not to become Kamen Rider, but he feels that he is fighting side by side with Kamen Rider in action.

Obviously it was Wen Jiu's dream mission, and the heaviest burden rested on Boss Zhang's shoulders.

Although a large part of it is based on Boss Zhang's own love for Kamen Rider, but the feeling of being unable to help after accepting a business is really uncomfortable.

Wen Jiu could only secretly make up his mind to do more homework with President Lin.

The second time I contacted President Lin, his condition didn't change much, and Wen Jiu didn't give chicken soup counseling, just told him that one day, Kamen Rider will definitely be resurrected.

There has been no progress in psychotherapy, but it has been confirmed that the plan organized by Boss Zhang is still secret.

"President Lin, I will come again in a few days."

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's just my psychological treatment arrangement. I want to ask if President Lin is free in two days?"

Boss Zhang had given information that the fellows had almost gathered. More than 2,000 people came from the surrounding cities of Changle City alone, and the number is still increasing.

Changle City is not a seasonal tourist city, if it continues to increase, the Police Department will definitely notice something strange, Wen Jiu must decide on the final time for action.

In the image of the sweet dream, Kamen Rider is still looking around, but still can't see what he is looking for.

"Well, Mr. Wen, tomorrow night, tomorrow night we still have this time to meet at Maple Leaf Publishing House. I have to go to other cities to discuss business the day after tomorrow."

"no problem."

The time is one day less than expected, so I can only go back and prepare as soon as possible.

When I told the matter to Boss Zhang who had turned into a panda, the panda face was full of fairy-like smiles.

"Oh, we are all Kamen Rider!"

Wen Jiu sweated secretly, the matter should be over soon, otherwise he might be arrested by the police department as some kind of evil sect that brainwashed believers.

The sun rose and the moon set, and night once again enveloped the earth.

Wen Jiu called in advance to inform President Lin that there was some delay today and he would be a little late. There was no need for a driver to pick him up. Let's go to Maple Leaf Publishing House by ourselves.

President Lin expressed his understanding, but he didn't know that Wen Jiu was already near Maple Leaf Publishing House.

The streets are full of people...more than a little bit more than usual.

More than 2,000 people, those who didn't know thought there was going to be a marathon here.

Fortunately, the time agreed with President Lin was 20:00, which was already past the rush hour, and the members of the Kamen Rider Club gathered on the street, so that the urban traffic would not be excessively affected.

Most of them don't know each other, and they can recognize their own people with just a simple smile.

Wen Jiu originally thought that this action was only driven by profit, and everyone came for the first version of Kamen Rider model, but felt the atmosphere of secretly helping the idol of his dreams at the scene, and his mood was encouraged accordingly.

Groups of white mist floated up, forming Masked Riders one by one.

Tonghaomeng's vision is unprecedentedly pure, without commissioning, and the image of Meimeng is directly visualized in Wen Jiu's field of vision.

What Boss Zhang said: "We are all Masked Riders" turned out to be the truth.

Take to the streets, don't miss the great opportunity, hurry up and score!

Earn dream points!

Wen Jiu walked up to pick up, and anyone who saw the image of Meimeng as Kamen Rider directly talked with a friendly smile.

"Let's make our dreams come true together."

"Um!"

The other party didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and the dream commission was established.

In this way, if President Lin's business can be accomplished, Wen Jiu will collect Dream Points from many colleagues.

The easier the commission to complete, the lower the points, and the more expensive it is.

If Wen Jiu asks all the friends who have dreamed and visualized images around him, I am afraid that he will gain hundreds of points in a wave, and ask more people...

It's a pity that it can't be done. Boss Zhang said that more than 2,000 people came, and Wen Jiu couldn't finish asking him for half a month without eating or drinking.

The phone rang, showing that the caller was Boss Zhang.

"Brother Wen Jiu, the plan can begin."

"Um."

Following Boss Zhang's notification, the surrounding people all looked at their mobile phones, and they also received the news that they were about to start the mission.

Pretending to be strangers to each other, Qiqi wandered around the Maple Leaf Publishing House, and looked at their mobile phones at the same time, which was really conspicuous.

As long as there is an employee in Maple Leaf Publishing House standing by the window and looking down, more or less abnormalities can be found.

Fortunately, work doesn't seem to be busy today, only a few lights are on.

After finishing the call with Boss Zhang, Wen Jiu found President Lin's cell phone number.

"Mr. Wen? Are you here?"

"I'm downstairs at Maple Leaf Press."

"Then please come up."

"No, President Lin, please go to the balcony behind the office and look down."

"window?"

The sound of aluminum alloy pushing and pulling came from the phone, and a floor-to-ceiling glass door on the roof of Maple Leaf Publishing House opened, and an old figure walked out.

At the same time, many light spots were lit up on the street, and fellow fans held up banners, full of expectations for the return of Masked Superman.

"President Lin! Come on!"

"Lin Zhengyi! Come on!"

I don't know who started it first, two thousand people sang the opening song of Masked Rider...