Fairyland, Big Problem

Boss Zhang posted on Tonghao’s self-built communication platform, saying that he had a deep chat with President Lin and learned of all kinds of suffering, and wanted to organize everyone to cheer for President Lin.

After speaking like this, three to five hundred people responded positively within three days, and even some friends from far away knew that they could not come and wanted to sponsor this event.

This is just that Boss Zhang has not revealed his identity. Some netizens are worried about being deceived and are still in a wait-and-see situation.

And the first version of Kamen Rider figure as a lottery news has not been released.

“I think you can try it.”

Boss Zhang has deep bags under his eyes and it is not easy to stay up late. Wen Jiu still wanted to remind him.

“Netizens can’t fully believe what they say. They often shout lively on the Internet, the crowd is excited, and less than 1% of the people who actually do things are present.”

“I know, but this self-built Masked Superman forum has existed for at least 30 years, and all that can be left are iron fans. It’s worth a try.”

Wen Jiu was really powerless to organize his friends to act secretly, and it was beyond his ability.

Even if you hurriedly flip through the Manga comics these days, it’s not really integrated into the cultural circle.

Friends arrived in Changle City from other places, and only Boss Zhang could handle the reception and guidance.

“Boss Zhang, how can I help?”

It felt a little subtle. Originally, Wen Jiu was the chief swordsman, and he asked Boss Zhang to fight, but the situation seemed to be reversed.

“Little brother Wenjiu, please be sure to untie the knot in President Lin’s heart.”

Boss Zhang, who is over forty years old, has tired eyes, but his eyes are shining.

Wen Jiu seriously promised, “I will do my best.”

“Thank you, this is not only to redeem President Lin, but also the wish of all of us…”

In the next few days, Wen Jiu clearly felt that Boss Zhang had become haggard, and the staff in the supermarket were mobilized to book a small hotel to receive the friends who gathered one after another.

The economic situation of the small supermarket has been compressed by the department store. For the sake of his childhood ideals, Boss Zhang temporarily closed some of the business of the small supermarket and made every effort to welcome his colleagues.

He was destined not to become Masked Rider, but he felt that he was fighting alongside Masked Rider in action.

It was obviously a dream mission that Wen Jiu took over, and the heaviest burden rested on Boss Zhang’s shoulders.

Although a large part of it is based on Boss Zhang’s own love for Masked Superman, the feeling of taking a business and not being able to help is really uncomfortable.

Wen Jiu could only secretly make up his mind and do more homework with President Lin.

The second time I met with President Lin, his condition didn’t change much. Wen Jiu didn’t do any chicken soup-style counseling. He just told him that one day, Masked Rider will be resurrected.

There was no progress in psychotherapy, at least it was confirmed that the plan of Boss Zhang’s organization was still secret.

“President Lin, I will come again in a few days.”

“What’s up?”

“No, it’s just my mental treatment arrangement. I want to ask President Lin if he is free in two days?”

Boss Zhang has given information, and the friends are almost gathered. There are more than 2,000 people in the surrounding cities of Changle City, and the number is still increasing.

Changle City is not a seasonal tourist city. If it continues to increase, the police station will definitely notice the difference. Wen Jiu must decide the final action time.

In the image of Sweet Dream, Masked Superman is still looking left and right, still can’t see what he is looking for.

“Well, Mr. Wen, tomorrow night, we will meet at Maple Leaf Publishing House at this time tomorrow night. I have to go to other cities to discuss business the day after tomorrow.”

“no problem.”

The time was one day less than expected, so I had to go back as soon as possible to prepare.

When he told Boss Zhang, who had become a panda, the panda’s face was full of fairy-like smiles.

“Oh, we are all Masked Superman!”

Wen Jiu squeezed his sweat secretly, the matter should end early, or else he would be arrested by the police station as some kind of evil sect that was brainwashing believers.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the night covers the earth again.

Wen Jiu called to inform President Lin in advance, saying that there was some delay today, and he would be a little late, so he didn’t need a driver to pick him up, so let’s go to Maple Leaf Publishing House by ourselves.

President Lin expressed his understanding, but he did not know that Wen Jiu was already near Maple Leaf Publishing House.

The streets are crowded…a little bit more than usual.

There are more than 2,000 people. Those who didn’t know it thought that a marathon was going to be held here.

Fortunately, the time agreed with President Lin was 20:00, and it was already past the rush hour. The members of the Masked Superman fan club gathered on the street, so that it would not overly affect the city traffic.

Most of them don’t know each other, and they can recognize themselves just by a simple smile.

Wen Jiu originally thought that this action was only driven by profit, and everyone came for the first version of the masked superman model, but at the scene, he felt the atmosphere of secretly helping the idol in his dreams, and his mood was inspired.

A cloud of white mist floated up, forming a masked superman.

Tonghaomeng’s vision is unprecedentedly pure, without the need for entrustment, the image of the dream is directly embodied in Wenjiu’s vision.

What Boss Zhang said: “We are all supermen in masks” turned out to be true.

Take to the streets, don’t miss this great opportunity, hurry up and score!

Get Sweet Dream Points!

Wen Jiu went to pick him up, whenever he saw the guy whose image of Mei Meng was Masked Superman, he would talk directly with a kind smile.

“Let’s make our dreams come true together.”

“Um!”

The other party didn’t think there was anything wrong, and the Dream Entrustment was established.

In this way, if President Lin’s business can be accomplished, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Wen Jiu will collect Dream Points from many of his friends.

The easier it is to complete the commission, the lower the points, and the more expensive it is.

If Wen Jiu asked all the friends around him who visualized the image of the beautiful dream, he would have gained hundreds of points in a wave, and then asked more people…

It’s a pity it couldn’t be done. Boss Zhang said that more than 2,000 people came, and he could not finish asking Wen Jiu if he didn’t eat or drink for half a month.

The phone rang, showing that the caller was Boss Zhang.

“Little brother Wenjiu, the plan can begin.”

“Um.”

Following Boss Zhang’s notification, the surrounding people all looked at the phone, and they also received the news that they were ready to start the mission.

Pretending to not know each other, they wandered around Maple Leaf Publishing House together, and they looked at their mobile phones at the same time, which was really conspicuous.

As long as there is an employee in Maple Leaf Publishing House standing by the window and looking down, more or less abnormality can be found.

Fortunately, work doesn’t seem to be busy today, only a few lights are on.

After finishing the call with Boss Zhang, Wen Jiu dug out President Lin’s cell phone number.

“Mr. Wen? Are you there yet?”

“I’m downstairs from Maple Leaf Press.”

“Then please come up.”

“No, President Lin, please go to the balcony behind the office and look down.”

“The window?”

There was a sound of aluminum alloy being pushed and pulled over the phone, a floor-to-ceiling glass door on the roof of Maple Leaf Publishing House opened, and an old figure walked out.

At the same time, many spots of light lit up on the street, and fellow fans pulled up banners full of expectations for the return of Masked Superman.

“President Lin! Come on!”

“Lin Zhengyi! Come on!”

I don’t know who started first, two thousand people sang the opening song of Masked Superman…