Chapter 32 The Suffering Hand
When Liu Zhou's flight landed at Yangcheng Baiyun Airport, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

However, as soon as Liu Zhou walked out of the station, he saw his father's familiar figure.

"Dad, didn't I tell you not to answer it?"

"Your mother is worried about you and insisted that I come to pick you up."

Liu Zhou knew that his father must be worried about him, but his way of expressing love was usually through actions.

After getting in the car, Liu Zhou's father said with a smile while starting the engine:

"You've set a satellite on our family. Suddenly you've become a great writer."

"I am not a great writer. At most I am a young and emerging writer."

"No matter what you call me, you have brought honor to our family. Ever since our family found out that you became a best-selling author, your mother has been showing off to your former colleagues and neighbors.

Even your grandfather is the same. Whenever he chats with friends and neighbors, he always mentions you as his good grandson. "

Liu Jingcheng actually didn't say much about himself. He is a university teacher, so he is a little reserved. However, he would inadvertently let his colleagues and friends know that his son has become a writer.

"As long as I can make mom and grandpa happy."

If he didn't have a second chance to live his life, Liu Zhou would feel a little embarrassed for doing this to his mother and grandfather, but now, Liu Zhou knows that making his family happy is more important than anything else.

Because there were few cars at night, Liu Zhou got home quickly.

I opened the door and saw my mother waiting for me in the living room.

"Mom, I'm back."

"I'm finally back. Zhou Zhou, are you hungry? I made you some delicious soup. I'll go get you a bowl."

"No need, Mom. I've already had dinner and I'm not hungry. I'll have the soup tomorrow."

"Okay, then go take a shower and go to bed early after that."

"it is good."

The bed at home is so comfortable to sleep in. After a night, my body, which was very tired the day before, will be fully refreshed immediately after a good night’s sleep the next day.

Apart from feeling a little sore in his hands, Liu Zhou felt particularly energetic.

After washing up, my mother had already prepared breakfast.

Liu Zhou said as he peeled the eggs:
"Mom, is everything cleaned up at the bookstore?"

"It's already been sorted out. We're just waiting for the people from the Sprout magazine to come over and give us some instructions on how to arrange it."

"They should arrive in Yangcheng today and go there today or tomorrow."

"Just let me know when someone comes. Do you want to go to the bookstore with me after breakfast?"

"Of course, otherwise it would be boring for me to be alone at home, but I have to go to my grandfather first."

Originally, Liu Zhou wanted to visit his high school teacher. After all, after he knew that he had become a best-selling author, he once called his home to express his happiness for him.

However, I thought it was a bit of a hassle to visit the teacher in person, so after considering it, I called each of them personally to express my gratitude.

After staying at his grandfather's house for the morning and having lunch, Liu Zhou went to the bookstore opened by his mother in Yuexiu District in the afternoon.

The name of the bookstore is Sanwei Bookstore, and everyone should know its origin.

This name may be a bit common in later generations, but nowadays, there are very few privately-owned bookstores, and even fewer bookstores with this name.

The bookstore is over 100 square meters in total, which is quite large.

My mother opened this bookstore just to kill her free time, so she was quite Buddhist about running the store and didn’t care whether she could make money or not.

Because the bookstore is owned by the company, there is a lot less expense, and the salaries of the three employees are probably the biggest expense.

However, this is the last hot-selling period for paper books, and it is also the last stage in which we in mainland China still maintain our love for reading, so this bookstore is doing well.

At least every month I can not only maintain my income and expenditure, but also make some money.

As soon as he entered the bookstore, Liu Zhou saw his novel placed in the most conspicuous position.

An employee saw Liu Zhou coming in and staring at the novel again, and hurriedly stepped forward and said:
"Handsome boy, do you want to buy a book? This book is very popular recently. Many students are reading it. The author of this book is the son of our store owner. Would you like to have a copy?" Liu Zhou saw that the man didn't recognize him and thought that he was a new employee hired in the past year.

“I don’t buy books, I find people.”

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for my mother, the owner of this bookstore."

"Are you Liu Zhou?" The employee was a little unbelievable.

At this time, Liu Zhou's mother came out and called him.

Liu Zhou ignored the employee's surprised expression and walked towards his mother.

"Look, how's this cleaned up?"

There used to be several bookshelves in the middle of this bookstore, but now they have all been moved away, leaving a space of at least 50 square meters.

"Of course that's great. Just wait for this bookstore to become extremely popular after the book signing event."

Liu Zhou originally didn't want to hold a book signing event in his own bookstore because he didn't want his mother to be too tired.

But because Liu Zhou went to college and had more free time, my mother gradually became more ambitious about her career.

She saw that opening a bookstore could make money, so she wanted to make it bigger and stronger.

After knowing that he was going to hold a book signing event, Liu Zhou also asked him to hold one in his own bookstore.

Liu Zhou would naturally agree, so he discussed the matter with Qu He.

In my previous life, my mother started to seriously build her business this year. In the next four or five years, she opened three more bookstores in Guangzhou, forming a chain.

However, bookstores are a sunset industry after all. Without teaching materials to support them, no private bookstore can survive. Later, even the Xinhua Bookstore was like Wang Xiaoer, and it was getting worse every year.

In the end, my mother had to accept the fact that her business had failed. She closed all the other bookstores and only kept the original one.

"And I've also made an agreement with the owners of several nearby shops that they won't mind if there are too many people lining up in front of their shops."

"Mom, you're so thoughtful."

"Of course. I have thought about this book signing event for a long time. I can't let my son's hard work go to waste."

"I'll get the people from Mengya Magazine to come over and set up the venue as soon as possible. I can't let your hard work go to waste."

After spending an afternoon in my mother's bookstore, Qu He and his group arrived in Guangzhou in the afternoon.

Liu Zhou doesn't have to worry about anything because they can arrange their own accommodation.

However, as the host, Liu Zhou still invited Qu He and others to have dinner.

The next day, Qu He personally brought people to his mother's bookstore to help guide the arrangement of the venue and explained some precautions.

Two days later, Liu Zhou's book signing event officially began at the Xinhua Bookstore in Liwan, Yangcheng.

Because Liu Zhou is originally from Guangzhou, book fans here feel more familiar with him.

Therefore, the number of readers present was no less than that in Beijing, and they were even more enthusiastic.

This made Liu Zhou feel like returning home in glory, so he once again worked his hands until he was completely numb.

When Liu Zhou's mother saw this, her eyes became wet with heartache, and she immediately said that she would cancel the book signing event at her own bookstore.

No career is more important than your own son!

Liu Zhou hurriedly dissuaded her and made a detailed analysis, and it took all his efforts to get his mother to change her mind.

But my mom also made a rule that the signing can only last two hours.

Liu Zhou also agreed with this. Besides not wanting to make his mother worry, his hands really couldn't hold on for too long.

Liu Zhou felt that his right hand had suffered more in the past ten days than it had in the previous twenty years.

(End of this chapter)