My Little Mom is the Richest

Inside the Tokyo Dome, there were a lot of people and voices. Just like the signing event held by Mu Qiu and Mu Qingcheng at the Bird’s Nest a few days ago, they also set up a table on the stage in the center of the venue, and Ichiro Tanaka sat alone. At the table, standing beside him were his agent, some people in the studio, and some staff members in the venue.

As for the security personnel, although the number is quite large, they are far inferior to the Bird's Nest. Compared with the "Doom" signing event, Tanaka Ichiro is a bit weaker both on the cards and the momentum.

But it doesn't matter, Tanaka Ichiro feels that this level is enough. Looking at the tens of thousands of fans around the stage, countless senses of accomplishment and satisfaction flowed from him, as if he could completely step on "The Doomsday" tomorrow.

"Tanaka teacher, come on!"

"Although the results of "Doomsday" are very good, "The Outsider" can't easily admit defeat!"

"Come on! Don't lose to Huaxia!"

"Tanaka-teacher, you are the backbone of our Dongying comics world! You must hold on!"

"China’s Mu Qiu signed one hundred thousand people, Teacher Tanaka, please work hard too! Please don’t lose in every aspect!"

...I don't know if the person who called these words is a real fan or a fake fan. Anyway, Ichiro Tanaka was very happy to hear that, and he was still raising his hands and beckoning to the audience, with a smile on his face, and he didn't know where he was going. What will go through.

The agent on the side wanted to speak, but stopped talking and wanted, and finally couldn't help but get to Ichiro Tanaka's ear and asked him: "Tanaka-sensei, do you really want to do this? This...this is more than 50,000 people. ..."

Ichiro Tanaka snorted coldly and said, "Of course, the decision I made will not change easily! Besides, do you think I will lose to a mere Chinese? Do you think I am old and physically weak?"

"No, no, I never meant that..." The agent waved his hand again and again, but his face was full of bitterness.

Then Ichiro Tanaka said again: "By the way, are the 10 million copies I asked you to contact the manufacturer for the first printing in place?"

When I talked about this, the agent felt a pain in the liver again. After the results of "Doom" exploded, Ichiro Tanaka seemed to have taken gunpowder. He had to win the **** for everything, which not only cost a lot of money. I won the Tokyo Dome as the site of the signing event, and printed a full 10 million copies on the first day just like "The Doomsday".

He didn't know how Tanaka Ichiro's confidence in honey came from, anyway, the agent left after preparing for this wave.

He smiled on his face, and his mother said, "Don't worry, Mr. Tanaka, the 10 million copies of "The Outsider" have been distributed to bookstores across the country. Today... it should be sold out."

He didn't believe this when he said it.

Tanaka Ichiro was very confident. He smiled and said, "Huh, what is a mere ten million copies? Let the printing plant continue to print. I believe these ten million copies will be sold out soon. My fans have been waiting for a long time, you know?"

"……Oh."

Forget it, let him do it, the agent is already numb.

Soon, after a wave of opening speeches, the comic signing event was officially held. The audience lined up in an orderly manner under the leadership of the on-site staff, and approached Ichiro Tanaka on the stage step by step with the comic book of the first episode of "The Outsider".

Having been in the industry for so many years, Ichiro Tanaka also has a lot of fans, and there are many supporters. Those who have to sign before are just such a few fans. They are holding comic books and are excited to come to the idols and wait for their signatures. Leave contentedly.

"Mr. Tanaka, go for it!"

"You will always be the idol in my heart."

"The only Chinese people, please be sure to defeat them and tell them who is the king of the comics world!"

"Come on, Mr. Tanaka! "The Outsider" will win!"

Ichiro Tanaka was so famous for signing a group of second-degree patients, and slowly his strength from the beginning gradually turned into a languid heart. As the so-called swelling, then fading, and exhausting... the signing started at half past ten. The sales meeting only lasted for an hour. Before twelve o'clock arrived, Ichiro Tanaka trembled and put down his pen, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't write another word.

When he is getting older, he is not only unable to keep up with his physical strength, but also his spirit is extremely weakened by the comics of the previous days and the day. Now that he has signed so many names, he doesn't even know his own name anymore. ...And in fact, in this hour, he had only signed three hundred names.

Compared to the 55,000 people, these three hundred can't even make up a fraction, let alone the 100,000 people signed by Mu Qiu.

He fell tired on the table and put his hands weakly and said, "No, I can't sign, I can't sign."

The surrounding staff and the people in Ichiro Tanaka’s studio were watching this scene with cold eyes. They were not surprised by the result. Although they didn’t know how the monster Mu Qiu signed the 100,000 people, they knew very well. Tanaka Ichiro couldn’t do it. Compared to Mu Qiu’s “grand sensation” when he held a 100,000 sign-sale event, they were really sensationalist this time, and they really picked up a rock and smashed it. Got his own feet.

The next person who just came to get the autograph was still a Chinese who wanted to see Ichiro Tanaka's jokes. Seeing Ichiro Tanaka fell tired on the table, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Taking advantage of the staff not paying attention, he took three steps and two steps. When he arrived at the table, he randomly threw the comic book on the table and said: "Tian~ Zhong~ Old~ Master~, it's my turn~ Please sign me~"

This tone is full of irony, but Ichiro Tanaka hasn't heard it yet, he only thinks that the fans are coming again.

He said weakly: "Sorry, please let me rest for a while."

He was a little out of breath now, he was just sitting at the table and writing, but he seemed to run a marathon.

This made the person who came to sign the autograph laugh badly, and couldn't help but ridicule: "Ha, you still want to fight Mu Qingcheng? How about learning from other people's Muqiu for a large-scale signing event? Other people's Muqiu? Can you sign a hundred thousand people, you have only signed a few now, is it enough for others?"

When Ichiro Tanaka heard this, a mouthful of old blood rushed into his heart, and he felt his chest become stuffy for a while, and he was so angry that he raised his finger and cursed at the man: "Asshole! What are you talking about!"

It is true that Ichiro Tanaka is ignorant of himself. Others know it, but I can't let that person be presumptuous here. At the moment, security personnel took the Chinese to leave, and Ichiro Tanaka's agent stood up and said: "I'm sorry everyone, Mr. Tanaka has been working hard these days so that everyone can see the first episode of "The Outsider" as early as possible. I haven't had a good sleep for many days, and I'm already mentally exhausted. I am even more tired on the table, and I hope everyone can be more considerate of Mr. Tanaka, and I can only say sorry to the fans who did not get the autograph."

The Huaxia guy who had not been taken away heard the words and shouted: "Liar! I lied to us to spend money to buy tickets. Are you here to see you sleeping on the table? Other Huaxia’s Mu Qiu can sign 100,000 fans , How come I signed hundreds of people when I got to you? You are a liar! Ticket refund! We don't even read comic books! Ticket refund!"

The staff didn’t think there was anything he was shouting, but they didn’t want him to say what he said was like igniting the fuse, which completely ignited the people who were already distressed and resentful. Suddenly, many people They all began to curse, and finally formed a consistent slogan.

"Liar! Refund! Refund!"

"Liar! Refund! Refund!"

Everyone’s slogans are very consistent. The overlapping sounds resounded throughout the Tokyo Dome. The sound that lingered in Ichiro Tanaka’s ears finally broke the last string in his heart, the one that was originally pressed in his heart. The old blood in the mouth could no longer be suppressed, and it came directly down the throat and eyes, spraying all over the table, and he also rolled his eyes and fainted directly. ,, ..