Chapter 352 The So-Called Death

Inside the Tokyo Dome, there was a huge crowd of people, just like the autograph signing 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. Standing beside the table were his agent, some people in the studio, and some staff in the venue.

As for the security personnel, although there are a lot of them, they are far inferior to the Bird's Nest. Compared with the "Doomsday" signing event, Ichiro Tanaka is a bit weaker both in terms of appearance and momentum this time.

But it doesn't matter, Ichiro Tanaka thinks this level is enough. Looking at the tens of thousands of fans around the stage, he felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in his heart, as if he could completely crush "Doomsday" tomorrow.

"Tanaka-sensei, come on!"

"Although the results of "The Doomsday" are very good, "The Guest from Extraterrestrial Space" cannot easily admit defeat!"

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

"Tanaka-sensei, you are the pillar of our Dongying manga world! You must persevere!"

"Mu Qiu of Huaxia has signed 100,000 people, Mr. Tanaka, please work hard too! Please don't lose in any way!"

... I don't know if the person who shouted these words is a real fan or a fake fan. Anyway, Ichiro Tanaka was very happy when he heard it. He was still raising his hand and waving to the audience, with a smile on his face, not knowing what he was going to do next What will happen.

The manager at the side wanted to speak but stopped talking, and finally couldn't help leaning into Ichiro Tanaka's ear and asking him: "Mr. Tanaka, are you really going to do this? This... this is a total of more than 50,000 people! ..."

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

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

Then Ichiro Tanaka said again: "By the way, have I asked you to contact the manufacturer for the first 10 million copies to be printed?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, the manager felt a pain in his liver again. After the results of "Doomsday" exploded, Ichiro Tanaka seemed to have taken gunpowder, and he had to win everything he did, which not only cost a huge price It won the Tokyo Dome as the venue for the signing event, and printed a full 10 million copies on the first day just like "Doomsday".

He didn't know how Ichiro Tanaka's self-confidence came from. Anyway, the manager packed up and left after preparing for this wave.

With a smile on his face, he said in his heart: "Don't worry, Mr. Tanaka, ten million copies of "The Guest from Extraterrestrial Space" have been distributed to bookstores all over the country. Today... it should be sold out."

He didn't even believe it when he said it.

Tanaka Ichiro was very confident, he said with a smile: "Hmph, what is a mere 10 million copies? Let the printing factory continue to print, I believe that the 10 million copies will be sold out soon, and we can't let 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 neatly and orderly 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 chapter of "The Guest from Space".

Having been in the industry for so many years, Ichiro Tanaka also has many loyal fans, and there are also many supporters. These are the few fans who want to sign their names. Leave contentedly.

"Tanaka-sensei, please do your best!"

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

"Mere Chinese people, please defeat them and tell them who is the king of the comics world!"

"Tanaka-sensei, come on! "Outsiders" will win!"

In this way, Ichiro Tanaka signed for a group of second-year-old patients, and gradually changed from the strength at the beginning to the exhaustion of the heart. It is the so-called vigorous effort, then decline, and three exhaustion... The signing started at 10:30 The sale lasted only one hour, and before twelve o'clock, Ichiro Tanaka put down his pen with trembling hands, no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to write another word.

Not only is he getting older, his physical strength can't keep up, but his spirit is also extremely weak due to the manga drawing in the past few days. Now, with so many signatures, he doesn't even recognize his own name. ...In fact, in this hour, he only signed 300 names.

Compared with the 55,000 people, the three hundred is hardly even a fraction, let alone compared with the 100,000 people Mu Qiu signed.

He collapsed on the table exhausted, waved his hands weakly and said: "It can't be done, I can't sign anymore, I can't sign anymore."

The surrounding staff and people in Tanaka Ichiro's studio were all watching this scene with cold eyes. They were not surprised by this result, although they don't know how that monster Mu Qiu managed to sign for 100,000 people. But they know very well that Ichiro Tanaka can’t do it. Compared with Mu Qiu who held a 100,000-person autograph event and was called "sensational" by the outside world, they are the real sensationalist this time, and they are really lifting stones He smashed his foot hard.

It happened that the next person who came to get the autograph was a Chinese who wanted to see Ichiro Tanaka’s jokes. Seeing Ichiro Tanaka collapsed on the table, he couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth. Taking advantage of the staff’s inattention, he took three steps in parallel. When he arrived at the table, he casually threw the comic book on the table and said, "Tian~zhong~old~teacher~, it's my turn~ Please sign for me~"

The tone was full of sarcasm, but Ichiro Tanaka hadn't heard it yet, and thought it was the fans coming again.

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

He was out of breath now, and he was obviously just sitting on the desk writing, but he seemed to be running a marathon.

This made the person who came to sign the autograph laugh so hard that he couldn't help but sneered: "Ha, you still want to fight Mu Qingcheng? Do you want to imitate Mu Qiu and hold a large-scale signing party? Mu Qiu You can sign for 100,000 people, you have only signed a few now, is it enough for others?"

When Ichiro Tanaka heard this, a mouthful of old blood came to his heart, and he felt a tightness in his chest, so he raised his finger and cursed at the man, "Bastard! What are you talking about!"

This matter is indeed Tanaka Ichiro's own trouble, and others know it, but that person can't be allowed to be presumptuous here. Immediately, the security personnel carried the Huaxia person away, and Tanaka Ichiro's manager even stood up and said: "I'm sorry everyone, Mr. Tanaka has been working day after day these days so that everyone can see the first chapter of "The Guest from Outsider" as soon as possible. I haven't slept well for many days, and I am mentally exhausted. Now I was even more tired and fell on the table, and I hope everyone can be more considerate to Mr. Tanaka, and here I can only say sorry to the fans who did not get autographs."

The Huaxia man who hadn't been kidnapped heard the words and shouted: "Liar! You lied to us to pay for tickets, did you come here just to watch you sleep on your stomach on the table? Mu Qiu from Huaxia can sign autographs for 100,000 fans , How come you signed hundreds of people? You are a liar! Refund! We don’t read comic books! Refund!”

The staff didn't think what he said was meaningful at first, but they didn't think that his words were like lighting a fuse, completely igniting those present who were originally calm and resentful. Suddenly, many people They all started cursing, and finally formed a unanimous slogan.

"Liar! Refund the ticket! Refund the book!"

"Liar! Refund the ticket! Refund the book!"

"Liar! Refund the ticket! Refund the book!"

Everyone's slogans were very consistent, and the overlapping voices resounded throughout the Tokyo Dome venue, and the voice lingering in Ichiro Tanaka's ears finally broke the last string in his heart. The old blood couldn't be suppressed anymore, it gushed out directly from his throat, sprayed all over the table, and he rolled his eyes, and passed out immediately. . ,,.