Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 10 Little Book, Great Craftsman

But the words came to his lips and swallowed back, after all, he usually took advantage of the other party.

Chang Zhaodi thought to forget it, this time she will suffer a bit, and she will settle the score with him after Jiang Shan calms down.

"Okay, half is half." The two of them pooled up a lot of money and handed it to the window, feeling regretful.

Pork is only 5 cents a catty now, how much meat can you buy for 6 yuan and [-] yuan.

The table was full of dishes, all of which were delicacies that Yu Wenwen and Chang Zhaodi couldn't bear to eat.

But this moment was not a good feeling in the mouths of the two of them.

Chang Zhaodi couldn't figure it out: "What kind of evil do you think this country is besieged by? It was so kind to you before, but today..."

She didn't continue to talk, and followed Yu Wenwen's gaze to look out curiously: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the small bungalows around here. This kind of old and dilapidated place is full of unlearned and unskilled citizens. Jiang Shan said just now that he lives in this area."

After Yu Wenwen finished speaking, he gracefully scooped up a wonton and put it in his mouth.

"Oh~"

Chang Zhaodi, who agreed with her mouth, rolled her eyes at Yu Wenwen, thinking that your house is also so old and dilapidated!
"These petty citizens are not educated," Yu Wenwen said with a sneer in his eyes, "they only use some dirty tricks! I thought others couldn't see it!"

Yu Wenwen has always thought of herself as a visionary girl.

She made up her life plan early on, and she will definitely marry into the army compound in the future.

Once again, you should also live in a unit building with a balcony.

She had heard for a long time that Ye Zhuqing's father was on official food before he went to the countryside, so he should be transferred back soon!

Chang Zhaodi didn't say anything more, just chewed the big meat bun in her mouth, and couldn't help but smack a few times when she was deeply in love.

Yu Wenwen looked disgusted, but his mouth speeded up.

After all, I haven't married into the army compound yet, so I still have to cherish it when I have meat.

……

At eight o'clock the next morning, Jiang Shan entered the art editorial department of "Pujiang Literature and Art Publishing House" through a letter of introduction written by Li Ruocheng.

Sitting with him at the same time, there are four other young people.

Looking at the blank 64K manuscript paper in front of him, Jiang Shan became inexplicably excited. He knew that this was the manuscript paper used to draw villain books.

I don't know if I will have the chance to draw a little book by myself in this life.

However, in the eyes of Pan Hua, editor-in-chief of graphics, this scene is a different scene.

Editor-in-chief Pan looked down at the education level column on Jiangshan's registration form: junior high school.

I couldn't help frowning even tighter.

When I read the letter of introduction, I found it strange. It stands to reason that an old comrade who is as strict as Li Translator does not seem to be in charge of this matter, until he saw the word "neighbor".

So, it seems that Translator Li must have been annoyed by his neighbor, otherwise he would never recommend someone of this level to enter the publishing house.

"I know that most of you comrades come from the art department,"

When the editor-in-chief Pan Hua said this, his eyes were impartial: "Have you come into contact with comic books before? Have you heard about comic books?"

"The format of the comic book is very good, and the combination of pictures and texts is suitable for people of all levels of education."

"From fairy tales to historical masterpieces, there are a wide range and variety."

"Entertaining and entertaining..."

Editor-in-Chief Pan Hua glanced at Jiang Shan, only to see that he nodded accordingly.

Jiang Shan thinks that what everyone said is correct, these are indeed the advantages of the comic book.

But what we are applying for today is a painter, painters don't talk about painting, what are they talking about?
"Comrade," Editor-in-Chief Pan looked at Jiang Shan and asked, "I see you've been nodding, why don't we hear your opinion?"

"I?"

Jiang Shan didn't answer immediately, but began to think seriously. As an art designer, why did he become obsessed with comic books in his previous life?
"Little book, great craftsman!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another editor in the editorial department immediately raised his head in surprise.

Qin Tian, ​​the leader of the drawing team in the art editorial department, had been looking down at the manuscript before.

I didn't care about these inexperienced young people at all until I heard Jiang Shan's words.

Editor-in-chief Pan was also a little surprised: "Little book, great craftsman? How do you say this?"

Jiang Shan thinks this is true: "Every page is a paragraph of text. The artist not only has to consider the composition of the picture, but also refer to the plot, integrate a paragraph of text into a piece of palm-sized drawing paper, and then connect them into a book. This level is not ordinary painters. It can be controlled!"

What this comrade said is really...in the jargon!
The two editors had the same idea, especially Team Leader Qin of the sketching team. It was the first time she knew that her work was so extraordinary!
Finally a reliable one!

Entertainment books and periodicals have disappeared for ten years. After the Ministry of Culture issued an order, "Pujiang Literature and Art Publishing House" immediately decided to expand the distribution of comic books.

I was just about to do a big job, but found that the old painters in the past were either too busy or were preempted by other publishing houses.

In a fit of anger, the editor-in-chief dismissed all the staff in the group. As a result, none of the art students he recruited could get started directly, and they all had to teach from scratch.

Today this guy speaks well, but how about a painter?

Team Leader Qin was thinking about it when he suddenly saw the editor-in-chief Pan Hua give him a wink, which seemed to mean...she got excited too early?
Editor-in-Chief Pan was indeed shocked by Jiang Shan's words, but thinking that he was introduced by Li Translator, he must have consulted Li Lao for some industry knowledge before coming here.

"Everyone said it was good,"

The chubby editor-in-chief Pan looked easy-going, but he spoke seriously:
"Since you are a painter, you still need to know your skills. See the manuscript paper in front of you. The theme of today's assessment is "Dream of Red Mansions."

Team leader Qin then reminded: "The content of "Dream of Red Mansions" is optional, just submit a copy, and the rest of the manuscript paper can be used freely."

After knowing the exam questions, everyone opened their toolbox one after another and started to think about it.

Looking at Jiangshan again, he took out the pen in his shirt pocket and started to draw directly.

"Ugh,"

Group leader Qin sighed, it's not impossible to draw with a pen, but...: Why did he draw it directly, what about the composition?What about the layout?This is a comic book with a plot!

It seems that I really told the editor-in-chief that I was really excited too early.

Editor-in-Chief Pan thought so too.

After about 20 minutes, the two editors stood up, ready to look at your first draft!

The five comrades participating in the assessment sat at five desks in the editorial department, and all of them, including Jiang Shan, were engrossed in painting.

"This is Daiyu's burial flower, it's a good painting!"

change a table,
"Oh, it's Daiyu's burial of flowers again, the painting is very good!"

Another table,
"What is he painting?" Facing Chen Hao from the Fine Arts Department of Pujiang Jiaotong University, Editor-in-Chief Pan is most optimistic about him.

But at this moment, he turned to Team Leader Qin and asked, "Which one do you think this is from?"

Team leader Qin shook his head and asked directly: "Student, what is your painting...?"

Chen Hao smiled and adjusted his glasses: "Didn't you see it, teachers? This is "Daiyu's First Debut" I drew."

"Daiyu's debut?"

(End of this chapter)