When Zhang Chu arrived at the B&N Bookstore, the readers who had been waiting for a long time immediately cheered!

I didn’t know many people before recording programs in supermarkets, but no one here was blind. Of course, different groups will have different perceptions, and this is the generation gap.

If it weren't for the different languages, he would have thought this was in the country.

As a foreign writer, it is definitely a fake to be sought after by so many fans at the largest bookstore in downtown Los Angeles!

"I thought most of the people who came to the signing party were Chinese or Asian, but I didn't expect the proportion to be so small." Zhang Chu communicated with Blair in surprise. At this moment, four burly men in suits had already come around him, escorting him to the table where he signed.

Surrounded by everyone, he felt like a big star!

"Zhang! I love you!"

"Ah! Ah! When will the new book be released?"

“The Lord of the Rings is so good!”

"I bought five Da Vinci passwords and they were so well written!"

“slay!”

This place happened to be a prosperous area, and many passers-by looked at it after seeing the movement. They really thought that a certain star arrived.

It is not uncommon to see celebrities in Los Angeles, but it is difficult for many tourists to encounter such opportunities in their lives.

No matter which country you are, you know the existence of Hollywood.

Especially a red double-decker tourist bus happened to drive slowly at this time. The tourists on the upper floor were originally taking their mobile phones and cameras, so of course they would not miss the opportunity to photograph celebrities!

No matter whether he recognizes it or not, even if he can only see one of the backs of his head, he has to take a picture!

Blair smiled and said, "It proves that you are very popular, so you are not wrong, right?"

However, the sound was too small, and it was covered by the screams and cheers around it, and it was not heard by Zhang Chu at all.

The crowd was very excited, and these young people with different skin colors and hair were crowded with excitement. If there weren't security guards who were driving the way next to him, Zhang Chu would probably not be able to get through.

American readers are really enthusiastic. When Zhang Chu stood in front of the small table, he picked up the microphone and said, "On this wonderful Thursday afternoon, everyone can do all kinds of things. Thank you for spending your time with me. I am flattered. I hope you can really enjoy the work in your hands!"

Without further ado, the staff began to cooperate, handing over books, turning pages, guiding directions, and orderly, obviously not the first time the signing meeting was held.

Zhang Chu accepted his fate and started signing, which is the essential work.

The first one was an excited young man who didn't even look adult. He said in a mosquito-like voice: "I like the book "The Lord of the Rings". I think Frodo wrote very well. He always fantasizes about me being him, and hopes that I can be as brave as him."

After Zhang Chulong and Feifengwu wrote his name, he smiled and encouraged: "As long as you think, you will definitely do it. A half-ling can succeed, let alone you!"

It is not appropriate to put poisonous chicken soup at this time, so Zhang Chu poured some thick chicken soup in, hoping that the loyal fans of the Lord of the Ring will get what they want.

"So are you writing the elf text now?"

"No, this is Chinese character."

It just looks particularly ethereal, comparable to the handwriting of an old Chinese doctor.

The skin on the neck of the little fan instantly swelled red and he whispered, "Can you sign me with the elf text? Just like you did in New Zealand, please!"

Perhaps only white people can do this. Zhang Chu really doubts whether the blood vessels of the young man opposite would burst out.

The first one is always a bit privileged, not to mention that writing elves is not a difficult thing, so try to satisfy it.

"It's great that you really keep it in your heart! Unfortunately, I can't learn pronunciation. I really hope you can publish a special Elf Language textbook, and I'm sure I'm willing to buy it."

He looks introverted, but he talks endlessly.

Zhang Chu nodded in cooperation, "I think this is OK, I have to communicate with Random Bookstore. Thank you again for coming, and I hope this book can accompany you."

After having the first fan, the fans followed suit and even asked him to sign in the elf language. Even if he couldn't understand it at all, it would be more special!

Now Zhang Chu's workload has increased a lot. Not only did he have to write his own name, but he also had to write elf articles, and he also had to treat every fan who came with a book with a smile.

For him, he might have to sign thousands of books this day; but for those readers, today he is waiting for several hours to wait for a writer.

...

Wu Yulong finally ran out of his home. He made an appointment with another friend Jack to meet at the bus stop outside the block.

He had already come out now, but Jack was missing at all, so he had to use his cell phone to dial Jack's phone.

"Hi, Jack, this is Howard, where are you? Why didn't I see you?"

As a second-generation immigrant, Wu Yulong also has an English name called Howard Wu, which is almost a bad street name.

A hoarse voice came from the other side of the phone, as if it was in the voice change period, "Sorry, I really can't come out. My sister is still at home now."

Wu Yulong said anxiously: "If we don't go, there may be no one in the signing sale, and it will be very miserable. I must go there, are you sure you won't come?"

"If there are very few people, can you help me get an autograph? I like "Boys Pi" very much."

"traitor!"

Wu Yulong hung up the phone in great displeasure, then got on the bus, and came to the city center worriedly.

He has not followed the New York Times bestseller list, but he just likes Zhang Chu's works, and he is all Chinese.

If a cousin from China had not sent a message specifically to Wu Yulong for help with the autograph this time, he would have no idea about Zhang Chu's signing party.

Although Chinese people have outstanding top figures in all walks of life in the United States, they cannot change the discrimination in the general environment. Chinese and even Asians are almost at the bottom of the contempt chain.

Black people who always yell at rejecting racial discrimination have actually discriminated against Asians openly and secretly!

Wu Yulong thought that Zhang Chu was not very famous and needed him to bring his friends to help support the situation.

Wu Yulong, who was in a bad mood, had just arrived at the bookstore and was immediately surprised by the crowd here.

I have never been here to buy books before, but why are there people queuing up at the door?

"Sorry, I'm disturbing. Will Zhang Chu's signing be here?" Wu Yulong mustered up the courage to ask, and even worried that the bookstore staff would not know who Zhang Chu was. He added, "It's the Zhang Chu who wrote "Youth Pi" and "Da Vinci Code". I heard that he will come to sign the sale this afternoon."

At this time, Wu Yulong was a little worried. It was not a good thing to compare too tragic!

Who knew that the staff member glanced at Wu Yulong, pointed to the winding and hovering team and said, "Go to line up behind, these are all for Zhang Chu to sign."

"All of them?"

The little guy widened his eyes and couldn't believe this reality at all!

"Yes. All of these are. If I were you, I would definitely go in line quickly, otherwise there would be hundreds of people inside, and I might miss this signature."

"Thank you, I'll go right away!"

Wu Yulong's mind is full of fog now. With Zhang Chu's popularity, he doesn't need to support himself?

He suddenly felt aggrieved that he had been deceived. He thought he was a niche book and writer he liked, but in the end he was an absolute big shot!
Chapter completed!