Chapter 3339: I won't even give you five dollars!

Song Song stepped into the bookstore panting, and saw that her signing desk had been set up. It was just a table, a chair, not even a set board.
A simple banner was hung on the top, which was taught to her by the media public relations senior yesterday, and wrote "babies are all girls".
There is also a half-person poster, a manuscript drawn by her herself, standing on the side of the signing desk.
Well, simple is simple, but it is also clean and generous.
The people who helped lift the desks and chairs to pull the banner were all the drivers and logisticians of the publishing house. There were no professionals to help. Only Sister Na gave orders here, and it looked like it was almost done, and she had to rush to the Empire State Building without stopping. At the same time, Qin Weiwei's place to take care of.
"Song Song, it’s the first time you hold a signing meeting. Don’t be too nervous. Relax. It doesn’t matter if you can’t sell. After all, the conditions are the same. Then I will ask the assistant to take a photo or two and send it to a reporter friend. Maybe it's good to be able to print two lines in the newspaper, and it's a kind of publicity."
Song Song nodded sensibly: "I understand, Sister Na, I won't be too ambitious. Even if there are no readers here today, I will insist on sitting for two hours. You...go ahead!"
"Yeah, then I won't say much. Go and put on your own makeup and change to a better dress. Remember to use your signature pen more elegantly!" Sister Na asked again before leaving without worry.
Alas, even though he helped this little girl win the signing event, Wang was always an iron cock, he only contacted the bookstore to provide the venue, and he refused to offer anything else.
Knowing it was such a shabby signing event, she didn't fight for it in the first place!
What promotional effect can this have?
Sister Na sighed, what I said just now was just to comfort the little newcomer.
The key resources of the Imperial City Club today are still on Qin Weiwei. She also had to focus on that side, leaving Song Song alone here, with only a few drivers and logistics staff who did not understand the business to help.
After Sister Na left, Song Songchong's driver and the logistics staff bowed and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help! Thank you so much!"
After thanking me, I went to the dressing room behind and changed my clothes.
Seeing her closing the door, the few people looked at each other and winked:
"Miss Song is much more cordial than Qin Weiwei! She is also pretty!"
"Moreover, people are polite. See how polite I was just now, and thanked us. Then, when is Qin Weiwei's nostrils facing the sky, where does he catch us?"
"Yes, I also think Miss Song is good, helping her with her work, I think it's quite pleasant..."
Although everyone said so, some people dismissed it and sneered: "What's the point of saying that it’s nice? It’s not practical! Qin Weiwei is of poor character, but she sells comic books. That's good, I will give you red envelopes every time!"
"Hmph, she sent the five-yuan red envelope, I haven't gotten my eye! Compared with her stinky temper, I don't care about the five-yuan!"
"The problem is, this little newcomer named Song won't give you five dollars! At least Qin Weiwei's five dollars can buy a cigarette, buy a bottle of water?"
With that said, everyone was silent.
Yes, just moving the table, setting up banners, and putting out books, it seemed like a small job, and it was hard to do, and they came busy early in the morning, and now they are so busy that they haven't even had their saliva!
Alas, whoever made their lives bad, the company sent all qualified people to Qin Weiwei's place, and these unfavored and useless people can only be on the side of Xiaoxinren!
Everyone was sighing depressedly, and suddenly, from outside the bookstore, a bustling voice came.
"Let's give way! Come on, give us a way!"
A loud and full of breath came from the air.