"bite--"

The bank sent a text message.

Lin Chen took out his cell phone and looked at it. The six million royalties were paid.

The first print of the third book is also one million copies.

Judging from the feedback from a large number of readers in the book review area, he estimated that these million copies should be sold out soon.

This book is of better quality, and a large number of readers have long been looking forward to buying it.

And he has accumulated a lot of readers.

"Didi!"

Not long after, Chen Xinhan called.

"Mr. Lin, your royalties have just been filed. I guess a thousand books to sign will arrive tomorrow morning. Will it be delivered to the original address?"

Chen Xinhan asked.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Editor-in-chief, sign today and you can send the book tomorrow. You are so fast."

"Mr. Lin, we have nothing to do."

"The website blades have collected a basket recently. The readers urged you to have a third paper book, but you haven't finished it, and we didn't sign the contract at that time."

"Do you think we are wronged?"

"We have already done the preparations. After signing the contract, we will notify the printing factory to start construction immediately."

Chen Xinhan was a little helpless on the other side of the phone.

Readers urge their website to update, what's the use of urging them?

Lin Chen: "Editor-in-chief, is it true or false, do you really have so many blades?"

Chen Xinhan: "Mr. Lin, of course it's true. Some people come here to deliver it in person, and some are delivered to us with express delivery."

"A basket can't be filled."

Lin Chen smiled and said, "I am now one of the shareholders of Tongxin.com. They did not give the blades the wrong place."

Chen Xinhan: “…”

This makes sense.

"Editor-in-chief, it's better to put the place, and the key is in the old place."

The shop he bought is now being renovated. It turns out that one has not been returned yet, so there is no problem with sending the book to him.

"OK."

The next day, Lin Chen took Lin Xiaoqian to the shop.

Large cartons are placed inside.

"Xixi, you can draw and play by yourself, dad wants to work."

Lin Chen smiled.

"Uh-huh."

"Dad, please work."

Lin Xiaoqian began to draw sensibly.

Lin Chen took out the pen that Xu Mengyao gave him.

This pen is perfect for signature use.

"Swish!"

Lin Chen started writing.

"Give it to my wife--"

"Hold your hand and grow old with me."

"Lin Chen."

He wrote the first book aside. This was given to Xu Mengyao. There were more than a thousand books sent by Tongxin.com, and he could handle some of them by himself.

Soon Lin Chen started signing other things.

"Lin Yu!"

Lin Chen did not deliberately hide his strength.

He signed at the current level. He could do it by hiding his strength, but it was awkward to write. Besides, readers do not know his true identity.

"Swish--"

Book after book.

There are only one thousand books in total, which is better than the previous three thousand books.

...

When Lin Chen signed the autograph, Tongxin.com released the news that the third signature book was only 1,000 in total.

"There are three thousand books on it, why are there fewer ones?"

"Lin Yu is a little drifty, let's boycott him together."

"I originally planned to buy about a hundred copies, maybe I could get a signature book, but now I don't plan to buy any of them."

The news quickly spread as the announcement came out.

"Editor-in-chief, what should I do?"

"It seems that there are naval troops deliberately setting the rhythm."

An editor of Tongxin.com came to Chen Xinhan and said.

Chen Xinhan frowned slightly.

Lin Yu's books are very popular and will inevitably affect the interests of some other people. It is normal for someone to criticize him. Their rhythm will definitely affect many readers.

"You go out first."

Chen Xinhan waved his hand.

Soon he called Lin Chen: "Mr. Lin, the website has only 1,000 signature books for news and signatures. Now there are many fierce remarks on the Internet, saying that you are floating or something."

"There are many naval troops deliberately setting the rhythm."

Lin Chen said calmly: "Let them do it. I sell stories, not signatures. Those who like my stories will naturally choose to buy my books."

"Mr. Lin, will this affect sales-"

Chen Xinhan was a little worried.

Lin Chen: "I believe the impact will not be that great. Not so many real readers care about signatures."

"Also... they will be surprised when readers get their signature book."

Chen Xinhan was confused, surprised?

"That's it."

Lin Chen continued to sign the autograph, and he got it done by noon.

The driver of Tongxin.com, Li Lin, woke up and packed the signed book to the headquarters of Tongxin.com.

He finally arrived at around nine o'clock in the evening.

Chen Xinhan is still waiting in the company and has not returned home.

Boxes of books were quickly delivered to the company's warehouse.

Chen Xinhan took out one of them.

"Um?"

See Lin Chen's signatureChen Xinhan's eyes lit up.

He felt that Lin Chen's signature was better than the second batch.

And this kind of good is obvious.

The second batch is better than the first batch, but many ordinary people cannot feel it. This time ordinary people can feel it, and the difference is very obvious.

"Is it because I changed my pen?"

Chen Xinhan said in his heart.

Lin Chen used ordinary signature pens for the first and second batches, and this batch of Lin Chen used fountain pens.

Soon Chen Xinhan read several other books.

The signatures of these books are the same and have a higher level.

"Mr. Jiang, I want to visit you tomorrow. Boss Lin Yu's book has arrived. I would like to ask you to taste his signature."

"Do you think it's OK?"

Chen Xinhan sent a message to Jiang Xuesong.

"Send the photos to see."

Chen Xinhan soon received a reply.

"OK."

Chen Xinhan quickly took a photo and sent it to Jiang Xuesong.

Jiang Xuesong wore reading glasses.

He was stunned when he saw the photos sent by Chen Xinhan.

"this--"

Jiang Xuesong's heart was surging.

He judged that Lin Chen's calligraphy had improved. Lin Chen's calligraphy has reached an incredible level.

"Xiao Chen, can I send it to others for discussion?"

Jiang Xuesong sent a message to inquire.

"sure."

Jiang Xuesong sent him to a small group.

There are only a dozen people in this small group, but their calligraphy skills are extraordinary. They all watched the preface to the Lanting Collection at Jiang Xuesong last time.

"This is the new signature of Master Lin Yu."

"How do you feel?"

Jiang Xuesong tagged everyone.

Some of the dozen people in the group have not yet gone to bed.

"Is it my dazzled? Why do I feel that this word is even more powerful than the word "Sage of the Wang family's Calligraphy?"

A master named Wang spoke in the group.

"Old Wang, you want to have some face, what's your old Wang family? This word can't be said to have a charm, if it weren't for the photo."

"I feel like I've entered the forest, and the birds are singing in the forest. Brother Jiang, this is awesome."

Jiang Xuesong: "I thought it was me who felt wrong. This is just a photo, and it should feel more obvious if the actual thing is."

He quickly called Chen Xinhan.

"Xiao Chen, can you please come now?"

Chen Xinhan looked at the time, at half past nine. It was getting late, but Jiang Xuesong wanted to see him and of course he was willing to give it to him.

"I'll set out right away."

Chen Xinhan arrived at the Jiang family for about an hour.

"Old Master Jiang is sorry, I'm disturbing you so late."

Jiang Xuesong waved his hand: "I'm sorry, I'm asking you to send this trip so late. Where is Master Lin Yu's book?"

Chen Xinhan took out the book.

Jiang Xuesong did not open the book immediately. He calmed himself down first, and then slowly opened the book.

Looking at Lin Chen's signature, Jiang Xuesong's eyes gradually became blurred.

He seemed to be in the forest.

There are birds singing in the forest.

The trees in the forest seemed to be whispering.

The two words Lin Yu seemed to come alive.

"Calligraphy can actually reach this level."

"It's really incredible."

Jiang Xuesong murmured to himself.

Chen Xinhan couldn't help asking: "Old Jiang, what level has the word Master Lin Yu reached?"

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