That evening, when Ya Da came to deliver the materials, he was so astonished to see Gong Qiming that he couldn't speak.
"Aren't you that, that celebrity?"
The shocked expression on Bamboo Pole greatly pleased Gong Qiming.
Gong Qiming patted Ya Da on the shoulder, "Alright, I'll give you an autograph later."
Ya Da immediately said, "No need, no need, don't want to delay your important matters."
But Gong Qiming didn't take no for an answer and found a pen to flamboyantly sign his name on Ya Da's shirt.
"There, now you don't have to wash this shirt anymore."
Ya Da looked troubled, wondering why this person was forcing a deal on him; this was a new shirt he had just bought.
Yan Sinian snickered, "A perfectly good shirt, and now it's ruined."
The implication was that Gong Qiming's autograph wasn't even worth as much as the shirt itself.
Gong Qiming retorted sarcastically, "You're just jealous, at least people recognize me at first glance, what about you?"