But who knows, it’s my little cotton-padded jacket. If it weren’t for Xiaoyu’s “one meal” in the past two days, I don’t know how my quality of life would have declined.

After thinking about it, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Duan Xiaoyi.

Meng said: [Um... let me ask, how much is Chao Ge's autographed photo worth? 】

"Ding!" There was a reply soon.

Xiaoyi: [Chao Ge’s autographed photo? He doesn’t sell autographed photos, and there are very few in the market. As long as they are genuine, they cost at least 500 and up!

What? Do you have it?]

"Hiss~"

500 for a signature?

Is the fan economy so exaggerated?

Meng said; [Yes, there are quite a lot, 500 a piece, do you want it? 】

Xiaoyi: [What?! I want it, I want as much as I want! There is no need to worry about selling to the fan base, I can also be a middleman to make the difference! Thank you, Brother Meng! (Blow a kiss)]

Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth.

Middleman?

It seems that there is no conflict between being a die-hard fan and making money from the price difference...
Chapter completed!