The book signing was held in a small exhibition hall on the mall's third floor. Only when Wang Xiaoliang arrived did he realize how many people had come. Every chair was taken, and a crowd stood at the back. He had expected nothing but women, but a quick scan showed that men made up almost half the audience.
The women held books, while the men clutched notebooks.
Wang Xiaoliang understood at once-these people had come for Wei Zijin.
Wasn't this a little awkward? Surely this wasn't what the publisher wanted?
Some people in the crowd had brought nothing. The organizers had prepared plenty of stock to sell on-site. Books were stacked in a decorative arrangement at the very back of the stage, both attracting attention and serving as a backdrop to make the photographs look better. Two chairs stood in front of it.
Wang Xiaoliang knew those were for the female writer and Wei Zijin.
With two minutes to go before the start, Wei Zijin and the female writer took the stage one after the other. Wei Zijin wore a knee-length skirt today, her hair tied up, looking bright and energetic. The female writer was reasonably good-looking herself, with a certain sultry charm, but standing beside Wei Zijin, she was reduced to an utter nobody.
A slightly hoarse voice came from behind Wang Xiaoliang to his right. "Wei Zijin really is beautiful. Even prettier than on TV. Gorgeous face, and those legs are incredible."
He turned his head and got a shock.
The speaker was an old man, sixty at the very least. But his outfit-a loud, large-check shirt, wide-legged trousers, and a baseball cap perched on his head-looked utterly incongruous with the prominent age spots on the side of his face.
Wang Xiaoliang gave him another look, then paid