Chapter 332

"Did you hear anything?!"

Noticing Wenwen stopped, Ye Xuan took off the headphones from his ears and asked in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

He saw the reporter Wenwen in front of him pointing, "It seems like there's a very noisy sound."

Seeing this, Ye Xuan pulled out the other headphone as well.

Sure enough, noisy sounds were vaguely coming from the front passage.

Even though there was still some distance, he could feel the enthusiasm.

However, the next moment, Ye Xuan said casually with an indifferent look.

"Probably some traffic star just happened to come to the airport too, right?"

After saying that, Ye Xuan still walked towards the exit with leisurely steps.

Only reporter Wenwen, who was left behind, shook her head.

How could a traffic star have such a big posture?!

This group of people were probably all here for Mr. Ye, right?!

On the other side, at the exit of the passage.

Major media reporters had long been carrying long guns and short cannons, tightly watching every passenger passing by.

This was the first-hand news of Ye Xuan returning home!

They had to squat tightly!

At this time, there were also passengers who had just gotten off the plane, passing through layer after layer of dense crowds with great difficulty.

When he finally arrived at an empty place, he frowned and complained.

"It's really annoying! Do these traffic stars and fans think they own the airport?!"

The annoyance in the man's voice was obvious.

Previously, news of fans breaking through fences and crushing glass to welcome stars had emerged one after another, causing a lot of resentment from passersby.

Looking at this scene, the man subconsciously thought it was another traffic star and fan group that had come to Beijing Airport.

Just as he wanted to complain again, he saw the crowd on the side suddenly become enthusiastic.

"I saw them, they're out!"

"Look, that one in the black hoodie is Ye Xuan!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

……

Hearing the name Ye Xuan, the man who had been complaining just now reacted.

Was it his idol Ye Xuan?!

The next moment, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly joined the dense crowd.

"I'm going to hurry and get an autograph too!"

At this very moment, the airport had already lost control.

It was truly a sea of people, dense and packed.

Even the screams of the crowd were about to flip the ceiling of the airport hall.

Just when Ye Xuan thought so many fans were here for others, the next instant, he felt countless people's eyes light up as soon as they saw him.

One by one, they pounced like wolves.

Some students ran over, shouting excitedly with full faces.

"Mr. Ye, you won us so much face this time, it's simply too much national prestige, can you give me an autograph?!"

(agba)

Ye Xuan took the pen and said casually: "No problem."

There were also women with exquisite makeup, who didn't care about their image and squeezed up, screaming loudly.

"Ye Xuan, you are really too handsome, can you give me an autograph?!"

Hearing that he was handsome, Ye Xuan also nodded and agreed with a smile.

Some people were even roaring.

"Ye Xuan, your hair isn't bald at all, please sign one!"

Bald?!

Ye Xuan's hand signing the autograph moved slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

What does him not being bald have to do with signing an autograph?!

At this moment, the fans who had received the autograph first were all happy.

"I grabbed it! I'm going to worship this autograph when I go back!"

"I'm going to pass it down for three generations, leave it to my son's son!"

And the fans who didn't get one were all showing increasingly ferocious expressions as they squeezed into the crowd.

"Mr. Ye, sign one for me quickly!"

"Holy crap! Where are my shoes, who stepped on my shoes!"

"Don't pull my pants! Some pervert is touching my butt!"

"Mr. Ye, write one for me quickly, I'm living off your autograph!"

……

Ye Xuan's hand movements never stopped, signing for everyone one by one.

It was just that when he heard the sentence "living off your autograph," he blurted out and asked.

"How do you live off an autograph?!"

He saw a fan with a fanatical face shouting excitedly.

"Mr. Ye! You don't know, your autograph has already been bid up to 10,000 yuan online! This is my meal money for the next period!"

Holy crap!

How come I didn't know my autograph was already this valuable?!

Ye Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, but his hand movements didn't stop, continuing to work on signing.

By the time he signed to the end, his hand was already numb, but the crowd was getting bigger and bigger.

Later, the airport dispatched dozens of security guards, which ended this massive airport pickup activity!

At this time, the news of Ye Xuan returning home had spread across the entire internet.

Ye Xuan's phone ringtone never stopped throughout.

"Mr. Ye, we want to invite you to be the global spokesperson for our brand..."

"Mr. Ye, our 20th Academic Conference of the Contemporary Literature Research Association of the Literary Federation, I wonder if you have time to attend..."

"Ah! The phone finally got through, Mr. Ye, our Writers Association wants to invite you to do us the honor..."

……

A series of endorsements, evening parties, and event invitations were endless.

It was just that Ye Xuan's unified reply was a refusal.

As for the reason, he didn't want to be a busy person.

Isn't a leisurely life fragrant?!

When Ye Xuan returned to Qiong Village to adjust his jet lag and had a beautiful sleep for nearly twelve hours, he opened his phone and saw the SMS notification that the Nobel Prize in Literature bonus had arrived.

8 million Swedish kronor, which converted to RMB was a full 7.5 million yuan!

And it was a tax-free bonus!

Sighing that the Nobel Prize was indeed quite generous, Ye Xuan began to busy himself with another matter.

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