yournovel Chapter 242 Autograph Session
Chapter 242 Autograph Session
Chapter 242 Autograph Session
As a building constructed in the 1990s, the windows in the fire escape are very small, sparingly letting in a few pale rays of light.
The voice-activated lights were also dim.
Yu Huan wore sunglasses, which made the entire world seem somewhat dark.
As he stepped onto the last step, his toes, without noticing, tripped over the protruding end of the step.
Fortunately, he was quick and agile, and by crouching down slightly, he regained his balance.
Seeing this, Sister Ru was about to reach out to help, but then she saw Yu Huan straighten up and stand up as if nothing had happened.
Her toes faltered as she took her first step, and she crossed her arms again, a playful smile on her face, and said:
"Hey! You don't have to be in such a hurry, do you?"
"This is my unique way of making an entrance, understand?!" Yu Huan straightened his hat brim and slowly strolled over to Sister Ru's side.
"I almost believed it," Sister Ru chuckled.
Lin Yourong's song was playing softly in the hall through what could be either a loudspeaker or a speaker, echoing in every corner of the room.
In addition, the various voices, like a tide, intertwined in layers, making it particularly noisy.
Occasionally, a rather piercing scream would erupt.
This is an uncontrollable excited reaction when facing one's idol in person.
Yu Huan walked straight past Sister Ru and stood at the entrance, staring intently into the hall.
A simple temporary stage was set up near the fire escape.
The crowd was cleverly guided by the winding barriers, like a long dragon, slowly flowing towards the long table on the stage covered with a white cloth.
Yu Huan's gaze gave him the illusion of a pilgrimage.
With the assistance of several staff members at the long table, Lin Yourong sat there, only needing to bend over and sign her name.
Yu Huan pulled her sunglasses down a little below her nose, her gaze passing over the frames to carefully examine the profile of her in her dark gray trench coat.
Her fluffy, jet-black braids hung down her back, and her makeup was very obvious and exquisite. Perhaps it was because there were media present today, as the cameras and flashes made her makeup look terrible.
Furthermore, whenever Lin Yourong finishes signing an album, she always looks up, reveals her signature smile, and softly says "thank you" to each fan.
Fans reacted in various ways. A few were able to have a few words with Lin You Rong calmly, some were a little shy, some were quite excited, and some even teared up instantly.
The fans in the audience were more relaxed in the crowd.
They waved albums and support items in their hands, or shouted short support phrases containing nicknames such as "Human Wealth and Beauty" and "Susu".
Here, Lin Yourong is undoubtedly the protagonist who attracts everyone's attention.
Amidst the noise, Yu Huan couldn't help but ask curiously, "Sister Ru, how many albums is she signing this time?"
Without hesitation, Sister Ru said, "Xingcheng is the last stop of the autograph session. There are still two thousand autographed albums left. With Su Su's current popularity, it will definitely sell out."
Yu Huan did some quick calculations: "If it's five hours, wouldn't that mean I have to sign one every nine seconds?"
"More or less," Sister Ru nodded gently.
"I originally thought that a bunch of albums would be left on the table, signed, and then taken down and distributed in batches!" Yu Huan said with a hint of surprise.
He recalled the million yuan that Lin Yourong had persuaded him to transfer to him.
She has no endorsements, does not perform commercially, and has no natural talent for variety shows; the gold mine of song copyright revenue has just been mined.
Without asking my mother-in-law for help, this money was indeed not easy to earn.
Of course, compared to the working class, she earns money relatively easily.
Thinking about how she hadn't rested at all these past few days.
A hint of barely perceptible emotion flickered in Yu Huan's eyes as she said, "It's more troublesome and more arduous than I imagined."
"There are many types of album signing events. The most common one is that fans line up and walk up to the star one by one for an autograph. The kind you mentioned also exists. In the past, those super popular singers could sign tens of thousands of albums at a single signing event."
Sister Ru smiled and continued to explain:
"There's another model that's quite exploitative, and it's very popular in Korea. There are limited spots at autograph sessions, and you have to draw lots to decide who gets one. On average, you only have one chance of winning if you buy a hundred albums. Of course, this is just a common probability."
"So that means that lucky people might win with just one or two tickets, while unlucky people might have to buy five hundred tickets to have a chance?" Yu Huan asked tentatively.
"That's about it. But some people will do things behind the scenes and won't let anyone be so lucky, you know what I mean?" Sister Ru said, gently closing the door and standing beside Yu Huan.
The little saplings who came to the autograph session walked up from the stage on the left and then came down from the stage on the right.
Having finally gotten a chance to meet their idol face-to-face, most people naturally chose to stay in the lobby, reluctant to leave for a long time.
Yu Huan tiptoed gently, her gaze piercing through the bustling crowd, gazing into the distance.
His gaze followed the queuing crowd, winding its way to the middle area between the escalators and elevators in the other corner.
There, staff were busy selling albums.
They were currently in a small area designated specifically for media reporters, surrounded by a cordon.
In the meantime.
They also thoughtfully provided some folding chairs for people to rest.
At the very front, a group of people were holding long lenses and short lenses, with their cameras pointed at Lin Yourong on the stage.
The flashes of light were intermittent.
Noticing his gaze, Sister Ru said softly, "Since this is the last stop of the book signing event, we specially invited some media reporters to come."
Yu Huan, who already knew what was going on, nodded slightly after hearing this.
He turned his head and looked at his radiant wife on the stage, a warm smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.
The two stood in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.
"Would you like to sit down and rest for a while?" Sister Ru suddenly broke the silence.
Yu Huan shook her head: "No need, I'll just stand here for a bit. I still need to go to the seafood market to buy groceries and arrange dinner for everyone. Sister Ru, my wife invited you, right?"
Upon hearing this, Sister Ru immediately started ordering with great enthusiasm: "I already told you, Yu Huan, I want to request a dish of stir-fried razor clams with ginger and scallions!"
"No problem!" Yu Huan readily agreed.
"Since you're not going to sit, then I'll sit down."
The voice just fell.
Sister Ru stepped forward, bowed, and sat down next to a short-haired girl, exchanging a few words with her.
Yu Huan's gaze inadvertently swept over the short-haired girl, and he recognized her as Ji Meng.
She was wearing a black knit sweater and had a DSLR camera hanging around her neck, making her look both professional and capable.
When Ji Meng turned around, the two looked at each other, and she stood up and strode towards him with a smile on her face.
"hello!"
Ji Meng extended her hand warmly, smiling generously as she said:
"How should I address you? Should I call you Mr. Ni Y, or Boss Brother?"
Yu Huan shook hands with her briefly, then jokingly asked, "Ms. Ji, you can actually just call me by my full name, Yu Huan."
Ji Meng laughed heartily: "Okay, Yu Huan. The last time I saw you, you were using crutches. Now you're just like Rongrong, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat—" "Oh well, what can I do?" Yu Huan said abruptly.
He shrugged, a helpless smile appearing beneath his mask:
"You know my nickname 'Brother Boss'. Now I'm considered a somewhat famous internet celebrity."
Looking at Ji Meng's tomboyish appearance and cheerful personality, he thought to himself, no wonder she and Lin Yourong became best friends for ten years.
Clearly, they belonged to the group of people who were like birds of a feather.
However, Lin Yourong is not at all like a tomboy now. At least in Yu Huan's eyes, she exudes a strong feminine charm.
anyway.
Ji Meng's appearance is not tomboyish at all. She has soft facial features and delicate features, and you can tell at a glance that she is a pretty girl.
Yu Huan's gaze lingered on Ji Meng's face for a moment before returning to the autograph session stage.
Just then, Lin Yourong turned her head and looked in their direction.
So he hurriedly raised his hand and waved at her.
Upon seeing this, Lin Yourong slightly raised her red lips, nodded gently, and then turned her gaze back to the table to continue her autograph session.
The pen in her hand quickly glided across the physical music album.
After signing his name, he looked up at the little fan and thanked her with a smile.
Yu Huan has interacted with Lin Yourong's best friend several times and feels that she is an easy person to get along with.
So he casually struck up a conversation with her: "Ji Meng, how's business at your photography studio lately?"
Ji Meng put her hands on her hips, looked at Lin Yourong's profile on the stage, and said, "It's alright. With the end of the year approaching, we've been getting a lot of wedding photo business."
Yu Huan said half-jokingly, "You guys still take this kind of business? Then when my wife and I take our wedding photos, you'll have to be the photographer yourself."
Ji Meng chuckled and teased, "The last time I saw you with Rongrong, you were supposed to be getting your marriage certificate, but you didn't seem to know each other at all. Now you're calling her 'wife' so affectionately?"
Yu Huan felt a little embarrassed by what she said, and with an "uh," she changed the subject, saying, "This is the third time I've seen you."
"Oh? Really?" Ji Meng asked, her face full of curiosity.
“I once mingled with the fans at the airport to greet you, but seeing how busy you were, I didn’t want to bother you,” Yu Huan explained.
"Is that so? Then why didn't I see you in the group photo?"
Yu Huan answered truthfully: "I had something to do that day, so I left."
The two chatted idly for a few minutes, laughing and talking.
However, Yu Huan noticed that Lin Yourong would occasionally glance in their direction.
Not to mention the large number of saplings that caught the attention of several media reporters, who turned around to look.
Yu Huan pondered to himself.
Will this jealous person be sounding the alarm about being wary of fire, theft, and best friends?
He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the time.
It was already 2:30 in the afternoon when he smiled and said, "I need to go to the seafood market to buy groceries. Could you please tell Sister Ru for me?"
"Okay." Ji Meng nodded.
"You're welcome to come to my and Rongrong's little home tonight for dinner," Yu Huan warmly invited.
The voice just fell.
Ji Meng turned to look at Yu Huan, who was opening the door, and teased with a smile: "You're not quite right with the word 'visiting.' I know your little place with Rongrong much better than you do."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, I know our house is next door to yours, and you and Rongrong are old classmates."
After saying that, he stepped into the fire escape.
He took off his sunglasses, and the dimly lit fire station corridor suddenly became clear.
He carefully put his sunglasses into his coat pocket and strode down to the fifth floor.
Then, exit the fire escape on this floor and take the escalator down floor by floor.
A moment later, Yu Huan quickly stepped out of the grand theater, his steps brisk, almost taking two steps at a time.
I hurriedly arrived at the electric scooter.
Yu Huan didn't rush to step onto it. Instead, she first removed the coverings from her head one by one, then opened the cushion and neatly placed them into the storage box.
After doing all this, he took a few deep breaths of the surrounding air. Although it wasn't fresh, it gave him a strange sense of relaxation and refreshment.
People cannot be generalized.
Lin Yourong always bundled up tightly when she went out, but he couldn't stand it for more than an hour or two.
Soon, the electric scooter sped along the non-motorized vehicle lane, heading straight for the seafood market next to the botanical garden.
It's ten kilometers from here, and it would take at least half an hour, which is the main reason why Yu Huan chose to flee.
After all, it was almost four o'clock when I got home from buying seafood, and then I needed time to cook it.
Time flew by in the midst of their busy schedules. Around four o'clock, Yu Huan returned home carrying large and small bags of seafood. After closing the door behind her, she went straight to the kitchen and placed the seafood on the counter.
While turning on the TV, he didn't forget to take a bottle of AD calcium milk from Yu Chengcheng's snack bag.
He put on a straw and sipped his drink, then slumped on the sofa for a short rest of fifteen minutes.
Only then did he take off his coat, roll up the sleeves of his cardigan and thermal underwear, and begin busily preparing the meal.
First, carefully clean the seafood, especially the razor clams, to prevent Sister Bengru from having a mouthful of sand.
Then turn on the heat and blanch the ingredients that need blanching.
Today's menu includes stir-fried razor clams with ginger and scallions, stir-fried sea cucumbers with chives, garlic whelks, steamed bread crab, and oyster soup.
They all use home-style cooking methods, aiming to bring out the original flavor of the ingredients.
After all, seafood can be delicious even in the simplest way.
During this time, he timed it perfectly to Lin Yourong's finishing time and sent her a message to confirm that she would be home at six o'clock sharp, so he sped up the cooking process.
At around 5:50, he turned off the stove and served the last dish of stir-fried leeks and sea cucumbers on a plate.
He spent nearly an hour and a half meticulously preparing just five dishes.
He personally tasted every dish, and he was quite satisfied with the flavors.
Sudden.
A series of knocks sounded on the front door.
Yu Huan had prepared for them to arrive ten minutes late, and the dishes hadn't even been served yet, so she was surprised that they arrived right on time.
He hurriedly put down the kitchen utensils he was holding and rushed to open the door to greet them.
(End of this chapter)