Hong Kong Island Comic Master

Chapter 410 Give me a pencil

"The current sales volume of "Century" is still very good. It has been stable at around 280 million copies. The decline has not been significant and has not been affected by the suspension of "Naruto"..."

In a BMW driving on the streets of Chiyoda District in Tokyo, Sawajiri Shi was giving a report to Li Wannian.

Just a few months ago this year, when Li Wannian said that his "Naruto" would be suspended, it caused an uproar not only in Hong Kong Island, but also in Neon.

The response from Neon was even greater!

After all, for Hong Kong readers, even if "Naruto" is gone, there will still be "Death"!

What's more, "Death" has recently reached its final plot, one climax after another, which makes people overwhelmed.

But on Neon's side, since "Dragon Ball" went on hiatus, "Naruto" is the well-deserved number one on the popularity list.

In this case, the impact of the suspension of "Naruto" on "Century" is visible to the naked eye.

It is said that as soon as this news came out, the "Jump" editorial team was already on their knees to celebrate.

However, according to the sales statistics of the latest issue of "Century" magazine, sales have only dropped by less than 30. Such a sales decline is completely acceptable.

"How is the market acceptance of "One Piece"?"

"Not bad. According to the results of the preliminary survey, it is currently ranked fifth. Readers are quite interested in the world view of this comic!"

Sure enough, the tastes in the markets of various countries are still very different.

But this is a good thing for Li Wannian. After all, he has many works. If the east is not bright, the west is bright, there will always be one that satisfies local readers.

"That's good, how long until the hospital?"

"It's almost here, I think we'll be there in less than ten minutes!"

The Hanzomon Hospital in Kojimachi, Tokyo, where he is about to arrive, is his destination for Neon this time.

Soon, the car stopped at the door of the hospital. As soon as Li Wannian got out of the car, Tezuka Shin, who had been waiting at the door, immediately greeted him.

"Li Sang, are you finally here?"

"Tezuka-kun, how is your father now?"

"Hey, I've had surgery, but I'm afraid the effect is still not ideal!"

Speaking of this, Tezuka's face was filled with frost, and it was obvious how bad his mood was.

Hearing this, Li Wannian couldn't help but sigh.

In the original time and space, Osamu Tezuka would die of stomach cancer next year.

Although Li Wannian knew about the circumstances of Osamu Tezuka's death, he only knew a general outline and did not know the details. Therefore, in the past few years, he often reminded Tezuka Osamu to go for a physical examination.

But this kind of thing is ultimately Tezuka Osamu's personal matter. Even if Li Wannian urges him again, as long as Tezuka Osamu doesn't listen, he has no good solution.

Until last month, Tezuka Osamu actually vomited blood. Under such circumstances, Tezuka Makoto took his father to the hospital for examination, and the result was found to be stomach cancer.

Faced with such bad news, Tezuka felt as if the sky had fallen. Who would have thought that the head of Neon's No. 1 comic magazine would be at a loss.

In the end, he called Li Wannian and asked Li Wan to make arrangements for him one by one. Only then did Tezuka really calm down.

And Li Wannian also flew over to Neon immediately after finishing his work on Hong Kong Island.

“How could it not be ideal?”

"Hey, it was discovered too late. It's already at an advanced stage. The doctor said there is a risk of spread!"

Having said this, Tezuka sighed again, with a sad expression on his face.

Li Wannian didn't know how to comfort Tezuka Makoto, so he could only pat him on the shoulder.

The two walked into the elevator together and arrived outside Osamu Tezuka's ward.

Regardless of his status or financial strength, Osamu Tezuka could not be like ordinary people, with several patients crowded into one ward. The ward where Osamu Tezuka is located is an independent private high-end ward.

After opening the door, Li Wannian saw the bathroom, TV, coffee table, sofa, balcony, etc. It can be said that if there was not a hospital bed in the room, this place would be just like a hotel.

It’s still the kind of high-end hotel that costs more than 2000 yuan a night!

Osamu Tezuka, whom Li Wannian was visiting, was sitting on the hospital bed with a small table on it, lying on it and drawing.

The rickety body, thin cheeks, and remaining silver threads trembled due to the slight trembling of the body.

However, his thin body hides huge energy, allowing him to work despite the pain even when his body is in the most pain.

"Dad, Mr. Banzai is here to see you!"

Tezuka Makoto walked to the bedside and whispered a reminder to Tezuka Osamu, who was painting seriously, but the latter did not respond at all and was still painting seriously.

"Mr. Tezuka, why are you still painting when you are like this?"

Li Wannian also sat by the bed and asked softly, but unfortunately Tezuka Osamu also did not answer.

So Li Wannian stood up and took a look at the painting that Osamu Tezuka was painting. At this time, it was the most critical moment, so he didn't say anything more, but sat back to his original position and waited quietly.

Sure enough, after Li Wannian waited for almost half an hour, Osamu Tezuka finally stopped writing.

"This chapter is the end of the painting!"

"Then you should rest for a while!"

Tezuka Shin snatched the pencil from Tezuka Osamu's hand, looking like he was looking at a disobedient child.

"You guy...Wanniansang, why are you here?"

"Of course I came to see you, I think you are in good spirits!"

Seeing that Osamu Tezuka had finally discovered him, Li Wannian said calmly, as if he hadn't waited so long just now.

"Hey, I know my own body. I don't have much time. I don't want to waste it on the interpersonal communication of welcoming him and sending him off!"

Since Osamu Tezuka was hospitalized, of course there has been an endless stream of people coming to see him, even so many that Osamu Tezuka feels bored.

If he hadn't finished drawing many comics, he would have died immediately!

"Don't say that. When you recover, you'll still have plenty of time to paint!"

Li Wannian comforted him again.

"There is no need to comfort me. Ever since I was admitted to the hospital, I knew that I might not be able to escape death this time!" Osamu Tezuka seemed to have a very open mind about life and death, and did not shy away from the word at all.

"Sorry, you reminded me so many times before, but I didn't even listen!"

Osamu Tezuka is not a person who knows good and evil. What Li Wannian said to him at that time is still vivid in his mind, but it is a pity that he did not listen.

"Don't say that, I should be more insistent!"

"Haha, it has nothing to do with that! We are all cartoonists, and we are all cartoonists loved by readers. It is enough to be able to leave some comics that readers will love for a long time in this short life!"

Osamu Tezuka's words seemed to be talking about him, but he looked at Li Wannian with a smile in his eyes. Obviously, these words were also meant for Li Wannian.

"Yes, Mr. Tezuka, I will keep it in mind!"

Li Wannian nodded solemnly.

Seeing this, Osamu Tezuka didn't say anything more, but turned his head and glared at Makoto Tezuka fiercely, "Give me the pencil!"

(End of this chapter)