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Chapter 298 Laughing to death, you are really pretending

If they were not outside, Wen Xiangyi would have burst into tears.

Is God really not going to let her go?

She is just a stay-at-home girl who loves to read novels and buy peripheral products.

How come she has traveled through time and space and still reaches out to take money from her pocket openly?

but!

Ancient times and modern times are really different! In ancient times, there was no such beautiful two-dimensional painting style and exquisite production. Don't even think about reaching into her pocket to take money this time!

She doesn't eat ancient paintings, and she doesn't eat ancient products. As long as she doesn't eat them, no one can take a penny from her pocket!

However, Wen Xiangyi's mouth was faster than his brain, and he blurted out the purchase process, what time it opened, how many new products were available each time, whether there were many people on site, and whether he could find a purchasing agent...

The woman probably felt that she had found a like-minded person, so she told him everything she knew. "You have to arrive earlier than the store opens. If you can't get the items in the surrounding areas, you can go to the restaurant. If you spend a certain amount of money, you will be given a small gift. The gift is the surrounding area."

"Many of the heavy-duty ornaments are only one product, and you can't even grab one. Ordinary people like us can only look at them to feast our eyes. But if you spend a certain amount of money in a restaurant, you can get one for free. That costs a lot of money."

"It's okay if you can't get one, your neighbors can take a look. Other stores have made them, but they don't put up many characters. The owner of the restaurant has read the storybook several times, and the things he designed are very soulful."

There are also many shops in Beijing that follow the trend of making products when they see others making money, but either their craftsmanship is not good, or their products do not fit the character, or their creativity is not good, and their products are just mediocre.

Ji Wanyan has many clever ideas. Even though there are countless followers, she is always ahead and has become a weather vane for the surrounding development.

Whatever she does, others learn to do.

She also didn't want to dominate the market and stop others from doing it. With more people following the trend, there will always be people with strong creativity who will stand out and design something that she hadn't thought of, which will also increase the influence of the storybook.

It would be boring if she created everything. It’s better to have more diverse ideas.

Wen Xiangyi suddenly wanted to meet this fellow villager. With such strong creativity, she must be a figure in modern times. Who knows, she might be the wife of a grain producer. Maybe she has paid attention to her and bought peripheral products designed by her.

She just wanted to see it and had absolutely no intention of buying it.

She didn't bring much money with her today.

Soon it was Wen Xiangyi's turn to enter the house.

Just like before, as soon as she entered the library, the writing on the wall began to change.

——Please ask Wen Xiangyi to enter the cabin to get the book to be signed.

Wen Xiangyi's back straightened instantly, and he walked into the cabin with his head held high and his chest puffed out, facing the gazes of people inside and outside the house.

"What is book signing?"

"What's that symbol in the middle?"

"Can you explain what you said today?"

The people in the room looked at the wall and asked what it meant.

——Books signed by the author with good wishes.

"Autograph? What good is that?"

"I'm just reading a book, why do you need an autograph?"

"I was so scared. I thought that little girl got something good again. It seemed like it was her last time."

"Hahaha, I have to brag a little bit about this. The author also wrote back to me. I asked her to finish it in one go, and she replied, 'If you have the ability, write it yourself.' She has a bad temper."

"I received it, too. To be honest, I couldn't stop crying that day. I wrote it while crying. I hope the author will write more. Maybe I was too emotional and my words were a little vulgar, but the author didn't blame me.

Let me wait."

"Fortunately it's just an autograph. I don't know what's so special about it. I think it would be better for her to write more stories."

Wen Xiangyi screamed and crawled inside to vent her excitement before coming out. After all, if she did that outside, she might be mistaken for a ghost.

Although some people outside say that signatures are useless, they are still curious in their hearts.

What can I sign?

The woman who was talking to Wen Xiangyi in front stepped forward first and asked curiously, "What did the author write for you?"

Wen Xiangyi showed it to others without hiding anything, intending to show off.

Although I can’t show off by posting on WeChat Moments like we do nowadays, but!

Anyone who has read the novel Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs will definitely think that she is lucky.

The sentence that Wen Xiangyi had been thinking about was from a novel written by Li Wenshu in his previous life. It was the first novel she read and also the one she reread the most times. She still couldn't forget the plot.

It is also the first book by Li Wenshu that has greatly impressed readers.

This novel and other previous ones were like Li Wenshu's tests on the readers. The heroine or the hero and heroine were all alive and well, and the ones who were unhappy were the supporting characters, or the whole world was in ruins except for the protagonist.

The protagonist also dies at the beginning of this book.

Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs instantly became the number one author on readers' most wanted-to-assassinate list, and has never left the list since then.

The rest is the blessing written by Li Wenshu to Wen Xiangyi, and a signature of sweet and sour pork ribs.

There is also a Q version of Pei Lingyi's big head, and her little expression can really capture the readers' hearts.

The handwriting is also very neat and beautiful.

What ordinary people cannot see is that there is a faint golden glow on the handwriting, which is the effect of the good luck value that Li Wenshu had exchanged for previously.

Although some people present also received Li Wenshu's reply.

But the feeling of holding a handwritten signature and a reply letter is different.

There are no blessings, no Q prints, the meaning is different, and there is no pseudonym signature.

The people in the bookstore just took a look out of curiosity and didn't think there was anything special about it.

But when I actually saw the page full of sincere blessings, the Q-version figurine in the lower right corner, and the pen name, I couldn't bring myself to say anything ordinary or unnecessary.

Some people also said stubbornly: "It's no big deal. What's the picture on the lower right corner? A picture of a villain? Why is the style so weird? It doesn't look good at all."

Wen Xiangyi had thought that the boasting skills she had imagined before going to bed would not be useful in ancient times, but she had never expected that they would actually be useful.

She tried hard to suppress the upward curve of her lips, "Ah, actually, there's really no need for the ribs guy to sign so many words for me, and even specially draw a little figure of the heroine."

"I didn't expect that she would take my casual remark to heart. I just asked her to write something casually, but I didn't expect that she would take me so seriously and write so much to me."

"Hey, do you have it? Something that's so easy for me to get, you should also have it, right? Just now I seemed to hear you say that this is not very important and has no great use, so you should all have it, after all, if it's too easy to get, you won't care about it."

"Alas, unlike me, I must be the last one to get the autograph."

Wen Xiangyi felt so happy when she saw the people around her blushing.

If it were in modern times, she couldn't imagine how many people would leave envious and jealous comments on her. Some of those who were on good terms with her might even crawl over to her house that same day.

"Miss, could you please give me a price? I have some money."

"How did the girl get the author's autograph? Did she write letters of consolation every day? Or did she give enough silver as a reward?"

"Will you sell it? Oh no, forget it, okay. Actually, I don't really want to buy it from you, girl. It's so funny. I don't like the clown picture at all. The signature is pretty ordinary, hahaha. It's so funny. You are really pretentious. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I have plenty of money."

"The handwriting is ordinary, the painting is ordinary, and the signature is not necessary... You don't even know how you got it? I won't live like that."

"..."

Wen Xiangyi walked for a while under the envious gazes of the people around her. The expressions of those people made her feel a little elated, and gave her a great sense of satisfaction in her heart.

However, before he could enjoy this feeling for long, a carriage came driving towards him on the street.

"Stop! It's her! Tie her up!"