The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool

Chapter 333: The price after the fire

In a short while, the two Weibo posts were topped with the one posted by Qiao Qing, which caused an uproar on the Internet.

Suddenly, Qiao Qing's exposure as a writer due to Fengci's identity was completely on fire.

Of course, there is a price to pay if it gets hot.

Just like now, as soon as the school bell rang, she was surrounded by water before she stood up.

"Ci Da, sign a name!"

"Ci Da, let's take a photo!"

"Ci Da, when will I open a new book?!"

"Ci Da..."

Qiao Qing looked at the paper and pens, mobile phones, and the people who were still pouring in at the door, suddenly regretting her impulse.

Just then, a message edited by Sun Jing came on her mobile phone.

"Baby Qingqing, do you fully feel the enthusiasm of your fans now? I'm usually so squeezed and thin!"

Qiao Qing: "..."

Sun Jing sent another grinning expression, and a strong sense of wretchedness could be revealed across the screen.

"Do you want a concubine to give the young master a trick?"

Qiao Qing's eyelids twitched.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw her send such a message.

"As long as you let people say loudly in the campus broadcast, you will go back first. I will hold an autograph meeting at the Kyoto International Convention and Exhibition Center on the 9th of this month. When you sign on the spot, they will disperse ( ?ω?

Qiao Qing: "..."

Yin Shiqiong watched the grand scene of countless crowds rushing to Qiao Qing, and was jealous.

At this moment, the little attendant next to her looked at her unabashed gloomy expression.

Deliberately said: "Shiqiong, don't care, Fengci has never exposed his information, suddenly revealing his identity, fans are rare, and they all ran over.

This situation will last for a day or two at most, and it will be gone after this period of freshness has passed.

In terms of true overall popularity, she may not be as high as you. After all, her Weibo fans do not have as many fans as you, and she does not join the association.

You are already a member of the Lancheng Writers Association, and I heard that the Chinese Writers Association may also invite you to join.

What does Fengci have? In addition to the high sales of three books, the information on Weibo is only a best-selling author without a title. "

Yin Shiqiong's expression eased a bit. Although many of her Weibo fans bought it, it is true that she joined the Lancheng Writers Association.

Qiao Qing shouldn't have been invited by the Writers Association, and if there is, she won't miss the bid.

Outside the school gate, Mu Jingheng looked at the crowds on and off the campus, who was crowded with the crowds on the ground and crowded the empty space of the campus, and immediately burst into foul language.

"She has too many fans, right? That means she can't squeeze in any classroom!"

Jun Yexuan's eyes showed a rare look of worry, and he slammed a punch on the wall, "I still underestimated her influence, it's too late!"

Mu Jingheng said: "Would you like to send a helicopter to the window to pick her up?"

"This seems too high-profile, it is estimated that there will be follow-up troubles." Jun Yexuan said: "Send someone to the top of the Peng Xin building on this street to throw money."

Mu Jingheng: "..."

As soon as Jun Yexuan's voice fell, a male voice suddenly came from the campus radio, "All go back first, Fengci will hold an autograph event at the Kyoto International Convention and Exhibition Center on the 9th of this month..."

Yes, Qiao Qing compromised.

Just because editor-in-chief Sun Jing sent another message.

The message was no longer a joke, but rather a secret.

"So many fans have supported you for so many years. It is not too much to hold a signing event for a day.

Moreover, they are extremely prone to stampede accidents in this situation, should you not want your fans to be hurt because of your enthusiasm for you? "

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