Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 171 Pancake Fruit and Winter Olympics Handover Ceremony

Hearing that Han Zidong had an idea for a new comic, Jin Yarong unconsciously grabbed Han Zidong's sleeve with his left hand and shook it: "Your star, you have only serialized a few episodes, so don't you have to wait a long time to see this new comic?" .”

Han Zidong glanced at Jin Yarong, then shook his head: "You don't know me and Xingni well enough."

"Nei? Why do you say that?"

"Actually, Xingyou's script has been written a long time ago. My main job now is to change the script into a line draft. Other trivial tasks are helped by several assistants, so I have already been conceiving new comics."

"really?"

"Of course, you can go to Afreeca TV to search for Tumblbug's original press conference. The news that your script has been written is officially announced to the public through this press conference."

Jin Yarong secretly took note of this matter, but he said wittily: "We didn't know you back then, so please tell me the plot of this new comic."

"Okay, you can help me with ideas later, I have several ideas at the moment, and I'm not sure which one to choose."

"Inside."

Seeing that they were downstairs, both of them slowly fell silent.

Jin Yarong put on the mask, buttoned the hood of the padded jacket, and hung behind Han Zidong not too far away.

But in Han Zidong's eyes, her behavior was a bit of a cover-up, so she might as well just follow him.

After the two walked out of the gate, they saw a patrolman who was doing aerobics on the spot and the other was eating snacks.

When the two patrolmen saw Han Zidong coming out, they trotted up to meet him again. Jin Yarong was so frightened that he took a few steps back, turned sideways, and at the same time tugged on his hood.

Han Zidong noticed this scene, and thought that it would be better for Jin Yarong not to act in the future, otherwise she would be another Shin Sekyung, or it would be better for her to pick and choose scripts for acting in the future, and take on some roles that fit her personality, and act in her true colors .

The attitude of the two police officers was even worse than before, and they bent slightly to greet each other: "Writer Han, do you want to go out?"

Han Zidong nodded: "I'm going out to do something."

One of the younger police officers pointed to the police car not far away and said, "Is it far away? If it is far away, we can take you there."

"That's right, our original mission is to ensure your safety." Another police officer also reacted and echoed loudly.

Han Zidong glanced at the police car, smiled and waved his hands, if it wasn't because Jin Yarong was an artist and his identity was too sensitive, he really wanted to agree.

"Don't bother you, just go to the nearby Zhonghua Pavilion.

Don't stand outside all the time, take a rest if you have nothing to do, and if you need anything, you can contact our landlord. I will prepare a hot water machine for the two of you tomorrow. If you need it, you can go to the building Lobby available. "

"How embarrassing, Kang Sang Mita!"

The elderly police officer supported Han Zidong's arm with one hand, and pointed in the direction of the car with the other: "Or we'll take you there."

"It's really not necessary. This is also my personal habit. Walking alone at night will also help stimulate inspiration. You can do whatever you want and don't pay too much attention to me."

Seeing that Han Zidong's expression didn't seem fake, the older patrolman stopped insisting. The other patrolman hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Writer Han, maybe we can take a photo together? My sister likes you very much."

"How much do you like it?"

"She heard that our police had arrested you, but she scolded me badly. She thought you would be fine if you were released, but she still ran on me every day."

Han Zidong laughed twice, he has always favored his fans, and rarely refuses a fan's request for a group photo.

Because he knew very well that sooner or later his high-definition photos would be completely leaked, all he could do was to delay the time as much as possible, there was really no need to be so cold.

"It can be, but I hope you don't upload photos to SNS, and I don't want to be surrounded by people when I go out in the future."

"Nei." The little patrolman nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, if my little sister knows that you are as handsome as Professor Du, then I'm afraid I will have no status at home."

"How old is your sister now?"

"In 98, now in the second grade of middle school."

Han Zidong sighed when he heard the words: "I heard that some people call me 'Small, Middle, and High Ding Commander', but the conscience of heaven and earth, my webcomics are clearly for adults to read."

The young patrolman answered: "Nai, your comics are indeed highly discussed among students, but there are also many adult readers like me who rarely leave messages on the Internet.

The main reason is that we haven't found a suitable place for communication, and most people still leave messages around your Instagram. "

Han Zidong nodded: "It's a coincidence, then you should try our Lezhin Comic mobile application. There will be many novel functions on it, and it will definitely give you a completely different reading experience."

The little patrolman was very polite and quickly asked, "When will this app be released?"

"Friday at six o'clock."

The little patrolman nodded again and again, indicating that he had written it down: "Nai, I will call on some colleagues to actively support you when the time comes."

Han Zidong nodded: "Kangsang Mita!"

Seeing this, another patrolman raised his hand slightly: "Maybe..." Seeing Han Zidong looking over, he also pointed his finger at himself: "Writer Han, actually I also have a younger sister..."

Han Zidong really laughed this time, and nodded again and again: "Come one by one, if I stand in the middle and there are two policemen next to me, people who don't know will think I have committed another crime."

"Hahaha, inside."

For a moment, the air was filled with joy, and even Jin Yarong, who was standing on the side, couldn't help laughing.

……

On a van with the words "Zhonghua Pavilion" on it.

"Ouba, your fan service just now is more professional than our idols."

"I won't lose a piece of meat when taking pictures. In fact, if I don't worry that it will affect my private life, I don't mind taking pictures with people at all."

Jin Yarong nodded, she had a deep understanding of the fact that artists have no private life.

Recalling the previous topic, she asked again: "Ouba, let's talk about your next comic."

Han Zidong drove the car a little slower: "At present, there are a few rough ideas, and I haven't decided which one to launch. You can help me out as a reader with suggestions later."

"Inside."

Jin Yarong turned his body sideways and made a posture of listening.

"One is probably called "The Horror Examination Institute". It tells the story of a normal person who accidentally enters an examination institute full of murderers. In it, he is gradually driven crazy by these murderers, although in the end he kills all the murderers. , escaped from this death place, but fell into darkness forever.”

"Killer?" Jin Yarong looked disgusted: "Hey, I don't like it! The subject matter is too dark."

Han Zidong smiled and looked at Jin Yarong: "Your preferences are really clear, the second one is called "Signal", inspired by two early movies and Hong Kong dramas.

It is about the protagonist who accidentally communicated with a criminal policeman many years ago through time and space through an old walkie-talkie. The two worked together to solve shocking mysteries one after another. "

"When you hear it, it's completely a man's show, and it feels very boring."

"The third part is called "Secret Forest". The main theme is the game between the prosecutor's office and the police agency..."

"Ouba, don't you have any romantic themes, or warm-hearted ones, like comics like Xingyou?"

"It's not impossible, for example, the protagonist is an autistic heroine who likes whales..."

Before Han Zidong finished speaking, Jin Yarong clapped his little hands and said, "This is good, this is good, I want to see this."

Han Zidong smiled helplessly. Sure enough, the interests of male readers and female readers were very divided, so divided that they couldn't eat at the same table at all.

As far as he is concerned, he is actually more inclined to "Signal". Topics that foreigners can get involved in.

Just thinking about it, he realized that he had already made up his mind, so he asked in a joking tone: "Then how about drawing this comic for you, and I'll help you with the basic setting and plot outline? "

"Okay," Jin Yarong did not refuse: "You come up with an idea, I come up with a book, and it will definitely sell well."

"Ah, you are really immodest. Although you have good drawing skills, you are not as extensive as Zaijing. You have a certain ability in manga creation. The most important thing is that you don't have basic manga creation experience."

Jin Yarong pouted: "Zaijing O'Neill is not born to draw, if not, I can learn, anyway, when we are not active, there is nowhere to go, it is better to draw manga with you."

"Are you serious?"

"of course."

Han Zidong laughed, and there was a hint of ridicule in his laughter.

It's not that he looked down on Jin Yarong. If the person who spoke was Jin Zaijing, he would trust the other party without hesitation. As for Jin Yarong, he suspected that the other party might just give up after painting.

Although he will provide character designs and plots, Jin Yarong still needs to design the pictures of the comics. At most, he will give pointers, otherwise he might as well draw them himself.

Creation is a very mentally exhausting process, not only Jin Yarong, but whenever a female idol he doesn't know very well promises to draw a manga, he will cautiously remain skeptical.

"you do not believe me?"

"No, I believe you."

Jin Yarong opened her mouth to retort, but she chose to remain silent in the end, thinking that she would let Han Zidong see her professional side.

In the silence between the two, the car traveled another distance.

Jin Yarong, who couldn't hold back the gloomy atmosphere, took the initiative to move closer to Han Zidong: "Ouba, when you watched the live broadcast today, did you see the scene where the four of us confessed to you?"

Han Zidong didn't think too much about it, he just thought it was some kind of thank you words similar to the official formula, although he didn't read it, he still answered: "You should also thank Liu Chengcan, he is bleeding a lot this time."

"When this week's singing is over, we will thank him individually."

"That's good."

As soon as Han Zidong interrupted, Jin Yarong's originally designed dialogue showed a clear sense of deviation, and he seemed a little cautious: "Ouba..."

Han Zidong turned his head: "Why?"

"That's right..." Jin Yarong was so nervous that her toes were tense, she opened her mouth: "That's right... You remember to attend my birthday party on time, I will send you the time and address in advance."

"Oh."

The car soon arrived near Girl's Day's apartment, and before getting out of the car, Jin Yarong asked again: "You didn't accept the gift this time, or I'll give you breakfast for a few days.

I heard from Minxiu Oni ​​that you like to eat Xiaguo style breakfast. It just so happens that we have to get up early in the past few days to go to the recording and playing stage, so I will buy it for you and send it there. "

By the way?

The location of KBS TV station - Yeouido is west of Girls' Day dormitory, and his residence is east of Girls' Day, what the hell is it called a drop in?
Although he knew that the other party wanted to express his gratitude, he really didn't want to accept this burdensome way of expressing his gratitude.

At this moment, Han Zidong suddenly thought of a food that Jin Yarong would never be able to buy, and wanted to make the other party quit: "Then I want to eat pancake fruit."

"Chinese savior crepe?"

Jin Yarong seemed to be hearing this kind of food for the first time, and his entire facial features were wrinkled together.

Han Zidong waved his hand: "Of course, if you really can't buy it, forget it."

"..."

At 07:30 the next morning, in a police car near a single-family building in Yushui-dong.

The two policemen feasted on food that seemed to be spring rolls in their hands, and at the same time did not forget to give a thumbs up.

"It's delicious, it's almost enough to open a shop."

"Dafa, this is the first time I have eaten such food."

At this moment, Han Zidong in the back seat only felt that he was out of place in this society, and once again felt the cultural conflict between him and the natives of the peninsula after many years.

An omelette with sliced ​​bananas and strawberries in it, and chocolate sauce on it is actually worthy of the word "delicious". If it weren't for the pickles and luncheon meat in it, he really couldn't swallow it.

"It's delicious, you can eat more. There are still two servings here. Just put the heat preservation box at the landlord's place later."

"Nai, Kang Sang Mita!"

Now that the two patrolmen have gotten to know him well, they are almost no longer so polite, so they took him over.

The little patrolman seemed to have turned into his senior fanboy, and said with a smile: "You are too kind, it's the first time I've seen a celebrity like you treat little people like us..."

"Little people?"

Han Zidong interrupted the other party: "Who said you are small people, you just play different roles in different positions, and it is precisely because of you small people that the entire city can maintain normal operation.

Maybe the protagonists of my next work are you little people. "

The two patrolmen laughed, what's so interesting about the stories of such little people as them.

"Nai, then we will be waiting for your work."

Han Zidong stretched out his fist and touched the two of them: "Okay, I will also wait for you to pay for this work."

"Of course," the young policeman said with a smile, "as long as you really produce this cartoon, on behalf of my colleagues, we will try our best to provide you with materials."

Han Zidong opened the car door and got out of the car. Looking at the food in his hand, he exclaimed that it was unbelievable. He bit the bullet and took another bite of the "Yura Pancake Fruit" in his hand.

I'm going to die!

Sin... Forget it, it's almost a sincere heart.

He took out a few slices of fruit and ate them, rubbed the unknown object in his hand, and solved the heavy sincerity in one bite.

The moment he swallowed it, he shrank his head, feeling his soul trembling: "Looking at this sincerity, I will block your social death performance in the future for you."

Girls' Day's hot and sexy dance at the handover ceremony of the 2014 Winter Olympics can be described as a dark scene in the lives of the four.

In fact, in his view, it is understandable that Peninsula officials intend to use a series of international competitions and conferences to continuously promote their own culture, but these popular cultures are incompatible with the atmosphere of solemn events and conferences, which will make their pop culture seem ridiculous.

The official starting point of the peninsula may be good, but it is best not to start yet.

But this also highlights that the girls' day in 14 and 15 is indeed very popular...

Just then, the phone vibrated.

Han Zidong took out his mobile phone. When he saw the caller, he was obviously taken aback. Why did his little assistant call him at this time?

"Aren't you stuffy?"

"Writer nim, where have you been?"

Sure enough, when Jin Minxiu used honorifics, he felt a sense of disharmony: "Of course I'm at home, what time is it?"

Hearing his words, Jin Minxiu's tone immediately became very urgent: "Come to the company quickly, our office is about to be surrounded by reporters."

Jin Minxiu is not a person who makes trouble out of nothing. Since she said so, there must be a reason for the incident. Realizing that things may be different from what he thought, Han Zidong raised his voice a little: "Don't panic, take a photo for me to see .”

"Inside?"

"..."

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