He Wanqing glanced at Qiao Qing suspiciously, "Is this salesman so close to you?"
Qiao Qing cursed lowly, knowing that she couldn't be fooled, so she turned around and opened the door.
Sun Jing outside the door didn't expect Qiao Qing to open the door suddenly, but he couldn't catch it in time and ran into her arms.
Qiao Qing frowned and helped her, and Sun Jing immediately burst into tears. She didn't know whether it was because she was moved or because she hit her nose.
"My dear, you still love me!"
Qiao Qing: "..."
You really misunderstood.
He Wanqing looked at the interaction between the two in confusion, looked at Qiao Qing and said, "Baby, who is this?"
Before Qiao Qing could speak, Sun Jing actively introduced herself, "Hello, Qingqing's dear mother, I am Qingqing's best friend!"
Qiao Qing: "..."
Did she admit it
He Wanqing was stunned, "Are you about the same age as me? Are you good friends with Qingqing?"
"Harm! What's the problem with age?" Sun Jing didn't feel embarrassed at all when someone guessed her age. She patted her chest and said, "I'm young at heart!"
He Wanqing smiled dryly and nodded, "How do you and Qingqing know each other? Are you here?"
"We met online!" Sun Jing lied: "I came specifically to see her this time. Look, I even brought something here."
As she spoke, she pointed to the two big boxes behind her, "One box of toys and one box of books, both for baby Qingqing!"
Qiao Qing glanced at the two big boxes, her forehead twitched, and she regretted opening the door to this person.
He Wanqing nodded blankly, but felt something was wrong.
How can anyone give so many books to friends
Also, Qingqing is already 17, why don’t you give her a toy
Qiao Qing was afraid that He Wanqing would notice something, so she glanced at Sun Jing, turned around and said, "Come up."
"Okay!"
Sun Jing greeted the assistant behind her and followed Qiao Qing upstairs carrying a box.
As soon as she entered Qiao Qing's study, Sun Jing was shocked by the entire shelf of medical books in front of her.
"My dear, do you want to write a medical book for your next book? This is another big step!"
"No such plan." Qiao Qing picked up the cup on the table and poured a cup of tea, "Why did you come in person?"
"My dear, you are so considerate!"
Just as Sun Jing was about to step forward to take the tea, she saw Qiao Qing picking up the cup and drinking it herself, with a look of resentment on her face.
"Dear dear, I made a special trip from Kyoto just to..."
Qiao Qing interrupted her, "Answer the question."
Sun Jing said weakly: "Why am I here in person? You refused to sign the express delivery I sent, so the express company shipped the things back to me again. I can only come to you in person to sign the book!"
Qiao Qing frowned, "It's been two years since the book was published, why come again?"
"Who makes your book different from other people's? Other people's books sell well in pre-sale and launch, and no one cares about them when they are placed on the bookshelf. Yours is not good enough. No matter how much is mass-produced, it will not be enough to sell. ! The book sold out as soon as it was released, and I was so driven to death by the fans!”
While saying compliments, Sun Jing quietly looked at her expression.
"I promise this is the last wave. As long as you sign a hundred copies, it's a hundred copies! It's a feedback to consumers this time. Okay?"
After all, you are not selling film and television rights, nor are you talking about any other derivative rights, and you are not holding any autograph sessions. If you publish more books, don’t you make more money by selling them? "
Qiao Qing half-smiled, "Do you think I'm short of money?"
"It doesn't look like it!" Sun Jing shook her head quickly, "But who thinks it's too much money?"
Qiao Qing: "I'm about to take the college entrance examination. I have to review and I don't have time."
Sun Jing said: "This won't take much time! Just sign a hundred pen names, one every five seconds, and it will be done in less than ten minutes!"
(End of chapter)