Chapter 656: 553 Critical Hit Again! Supporting the Kids [1 more update]_2

There were those bearing Qin Lingyu’s name, and also Shang Yaozhi’s.

A signed photo of these two top-tier celebrities was already going for five hundred on secondhand trading websites.

Not to mention other people, even the production team and Qin Lingyu herself hadn’t expected this.

Qin Lingyu: “…You carry some with you, aren’t they heavy?”

Although it’s true that Ying Zijin, as Chuguang Media’s Executive Director, certainly wouldn’t lack signed photos.

But who would carry around a pack of signed photos for no reason?

Ying Zijin methodically laid out the signed photos: “This is money.”

How could money be heavy.

Really strange.

Qin Lingyu: “…”

Wen Tinglan sat down next to Ying Zijin with two QR codes displayed, one for Alipay and one for WeChat.

Indeed.

In this aspect, he needed to learn more from his sister.

The live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

[Damn, is anyone on West Street? Hurry and go buy some!]

[I’m coming, I’m coming, taking a cab, I’ll arrive in ten minutes.]

[Kids a thousand miles from the capital are getting sour.]

Soon, West Street was packed with people.

Both boys and girls were present, and they lined up very orderly.

Ying Zijin’s prices were not steep.

Ten Yuan per photo.

Those who had made the journey were die-hard fans of Qin Lingyu and Shang Yaozhi.

Chuguang Media has never taken advantage of celebrities’ fans to make money, nor would they allow such a thing to happen.

[Sobbing, for ten Yuan! For ten Yuan, I got the whelp’s signed photo.]

[We should monitor each other, no one who buys a signed photo today is allowed to resell it at a high price.]

It didn’t take long for Ying Zijin to sell out of the hundreds of signed photos she brought with her.

The crowd dispersed, too.

But just then, a tall and upright figure appeared within the camera’s frame.

The viewers could see clearly.

“Sorry.” Ying Zijin didn’t look up, “They’re all sold.”

“Hmm, I don’t want theirs.” A familiar, lazy voice sounded, then it lowered, slowly chuckling, “I don’t like theirs; God Ying, do you have a signed photo of yourself? I’ll buy it.”

The words “God Ying” spoken by him felt completely different from when others said it.

There was a hint of seductive bewitchment in his tone.

Ying Zijin looked up, her phoenix eyes narrowing.

Although the focus of this program was Norton University, from yesterday onwards, all the attention was once again concentrated on the girl.

Ying Zijin was followed by two photographers who clearly captured the man’s voice.

[Damn, who is this guy? Flirting with God Ying, big time bad!!!]

[To be fair, I also want God Ying’s signed photo.]

[Why is it wrapped up so tightly? Can’t see anything, his voice is too nice, no, I have to dig up who this man is.]

“I have one.” Ying Zijin restrained the light in her eyes, avoiding his overly intense gaze, “But there will be an extra charge.”

Fu Yunshen simply laughed: “Of course.”

Ying Zijin’s hand paused, then using Adele’s instant camera, she took a photo, signed it, and handed it over.

“I don’t have cash on me.” Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes drooped down as he glanced at the photo, his eyebrows lifting, “The money in this card will suffice.”

There was an ATM next to them, and Wen Tinglan took the card to check the balance.

One of the cameras followed him.

Then it clearly captured the amount of money in the bank card.

The seven-digit figure stunned everyone.

The barrage was filled with curses and exclamation marks.

Ying Zijin: “…”

She could only say two words.

Squandering.

Ying Zijin raised her head: “It’s too much.”

“Not at all, this is for–” Fu Yunshen paused, his slender fingers pressing down on the signed photo, then he smiled, “Thank you, God Ying.”

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She knew what he wanted to say next.

For Yaoyao, how could it be squandering.

Fu Yunshen left with the signed photo in hand.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, yet they conveyed a strong presence.

“Hurry!” The producer watching the recording was thrilled, “Teacher Qin, send someone to follow and shoot! This is a big scoop.”

Qin Lingyu: “…”

She didn’t quite dare.

In the end, Ying Zijin’s group made a total of Six Thousand Yuan.

Forget about having a meal; they could open a franchise.

Huan’s Tarot Cards reading stall didn’t attract a single visitor.

It’s not that there aren’t Tarot Cards reading stores in the capital, but even those start at seventy or eighty Yuan per session, let alone a street stall.

Only the old shops in the area, with a certain customer base, could attract customers.

Huan started off asking for eight hundred, a young foreign guy with no customer base; only a fool would spend money there.