"Teacher Zhang, please wait for a while, we will temporarily clear the red carpet."

The staff were not so blind that they asked Zhang Chu to show the invitation letter. They politely blocked Zhang Chu in the heating shed in front of the red carpet.

Clearing the red carpet and letting the stars walk alone is one of the highest treatments!

It represents the official recognition of Zhang Chu's popularity. He is already a separate writer. It is not easy to have so many fans and media stand on the red carpet in the middle of winter.

But Zhang Chu didn't want to be too troublesome. He monopolized the red carpet at a young age. Maybe he would be labeled as a black material that disrespects the old seniors, and it wouldn't take too long to be so small.

"There is no need to be so troublesome, I can go there directly."

Before the staff could stop him, Zhou Kang, who was on the other side, explained: "This is also the process and convention of the writer's annual meeting breaking the red carpet for you. It's not good if you go up rashly now, and you will steal all the other writers' shots and interviews. It's better to wait until they finish, clear the red carpet and you will go up."

In any circle, people will watch people serve. Even if Zhang Chu doesn't care, the agency cannot simply give up.

The wind is cold and although it has not snowed yet, the temperature at night has reached below zero.

The sides of the red carpet 50 meters outside were full of fans, some came for books, some were for writers, and some were for cross-border stars.

Among such a group of people, there was a small group that seemed particularly special. They had no unified support in their hands, and various posters, books and light signs looked a little messy.

Yan Liwei took a poster stuffed by a fan club girl and looked at the crowd around him curiously, and found that most of them were male fans, with a small number of female fans.

"Brother, please ask, are you really from Zhang Chu's fan club? I can't find the organization." Yan Liwei didn't plan to join in the fun, but the old men who had better chatted in the fan club group all made an appointment to come and support him together, so he rushed to the subway station after class and rushed over.

The man asked was a man with a serious hairline backward. He shook his head and said, "I am working nearby. After work, I just saw the excitement here and came to see it. Actually, I also like the books written by this writer, especially "Ghost Blows Out the Light". Which one do you like?"

Yan Liwei pointed to his down jacket: "Of course it's "The Legend of Wukong"! For this, I also bought a Uniqlo co-branded down jacket!"

"The Legend of Wukong" is a very good reputation among young people and the golden sentences in it are widely circulated, and it is very popular in the development of surrounding copyrights. Needless to say, cultural and creative works such as doll notebooks.

We directly cooperated with fast-moving consumer goods brand Uniqlo to create a series of clothing accessories. The clothing price of its products is very cheap, even for students and wage earners.

"I think "The Legend of Wukong" is quite a second-class person. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely like this one." Xu Yuan sighed, working overtime makes people old and haggard.

At this moment, there are more and more fans on both sides of the red carpet. They want to squeeze in front of them to take a look, but they are already in a mess!

If it weren't for the 180-year-old, I wouldn't have seen who was on the red carpet.

"How long will Teacher Zhang come here? He won't be the finale, right? The warm baby I put on is almost overworked."

"My hands are so cold. I guess I can't even get my phone even if I take a photo later!"

"We should post a red carpet sequence table to see Teacher Zhang's appearance time."

"In theory, he is already a big shot now and will definitely appear in the future."

Fortunately, there were crowds on the red carpet, just like Antarctic penguins to keep warm. Except for the fact that it was a little cold when it was blown by the wind, the rest was fine.

Originally, there were six or seven writers on the red carpet being interviewed, but after a while it became empty. The reporters and fans were stunned. Could it be that the ending was just a slight start, right?

"What kind of plane is there? Is there no one behind?"

"The rest of them went straight into the venue?"

"But there are still many big names who haven't come, what's going on?"

Everyone couldn't bear it and looked around, trying to figure it out.

However, at this moment, a cheer suddenly came from the starting point of the red carpet!

The audiences in the rest of the world turned their heads and wanted to look over there.

The reporters in the media area are much more convenient. Just turn the camera and point it at the right time, which is much clearer than the eyes.

Yan Liwei relied on his height advantage, and he reminded in surprise: "It seems that Zhang Chu is here!"

"I'll just go, it turns out that the red carpet was cleared to let Zhang Chu walk on the red carpet alone? This treatment is so awesome!"

"Is it really Zhang Chu?"

"Everyone quickly turn on the support lights and dance the poster so that Zhang Chu can see our existence!"

"Really, the hosts are all reporting."

"The card is really big enough!"

At this time, Zhang Chu was already familiar with the red carpet. It was not the first time he walked alone on the red carpet. He was walking slowly forward, regardless of whether the audience on both sides were his fans. Anyway, he just waved his hand and smiled.

For the audience, Zhang Chu is one of the few celebrities they have been waiting for so long to recognize. Now they have started taking photos with their mobile phones, and some even turn around to take selfies.

"Teacher Zhang!"

"I love you!"

"Aoaoao, look here!"

"Zhang Chu, you are the best!"

Fans shouted one after another, and even several male voices had broken their voices.

Before he went on stage, he was told that he had three to four minutes of red carpet exclusive time. Compared to the reporters, of course, fans are more intimate.

So he walked to the group of fans, took the sign pen handed over, and quickly signed the poster and book, while smiling and taking photos with them, answering questions.

Yan Liwei wanted to sign the autograph, but there were too many people in front of him, so he stretched his arms from afar and couldn't reach it. He could only shout loudly: "Teacher Zhang, when will the movie "Mr. Wukong be filmed?"

Compared to the rest of the people asking about new books and the sequel to the Ghost Blows the Light, this man was so persistent about asking the old book two years ago. Zhang Chu looked up and didn't see who was asking. He could only try to increase the volume and said: "The copyright of the Legend of Wukong is not sold, and he may participate in the investment and shooting himself."

The copyright of "The Legend of Wukong" is not that it cannot be sold. Nowadays, movies with Journey to the West are money-making tools. As long as they are shot, they can exceed 1 billion if they are slightly better.

It is precisely because young people have deep feelings and obsession with this movie that Zhang Chu cannot hand it over to the film and television company at will.

With so much money in a year, he is not short of money for the time being and does not need to rely on selling film and television copyrights to survive.
Chapter completed!