Cartoonist's Dream

Li Mu's house is very close to Lu Wei's house, even if you add the distance from upstairs to running down, it only takes about 40 seconds to sprint with all your strength.Of course, in order not to let himself have a heart attack, Limu always controls the speed within the state that he thinks he will not have a heart attack.In fact, even if he participated in the 100-meter race, his heart disease could not be [-]% induced, otherwise he would not have been so strenuous when he went to the hospital for an examination.

Li Mu trotted all the way to his uncle's store, stood on tiptoe, and grabbed the red microphone at the side with the height he could barely touch the counter phone.

"You, hello..." Although she was a little out of breath, Li Mu deliberately lowered her voice and said in a deep voice.

"Hello, is this Mr. Judgment?" The non-standard Mandarin came from the other end of the phone, and Li Mu could tell it was a man's voice.

A few years ago, Hong Kong had not returned to the motherland, and the administrative policy of Mandarin in the mainland was not implemented in Hong Kong. Therefore, most of the people in Hong Kong still speak Cantonese, or in fact, it will still be Cantonese for a long time to come. [

"Yes." Li Mu admitted his identity.

"Mr. Conviction, your manuscript has been approved by our editor and can be published in our magazine for trial. I wonder if you can go to Hong Kong to sign a contract?"

"Sorry, I don't have the funds to go to Hong Kong."

"Then we can only sign the contract remotely. Please prepare a copy of your ID card, photo, bank of account...signature and other materials, and we will send the contract over in duplicate."

"Sorry, I don't have an ID."

"Mr. Conviction? What does it mean that you don't have an ID card?"

"I am still a child, and there is no bank where I can transfer money."

Li Mu didn’t even have an ID card until he was 16 years old. Now he only has a household registration book linked to his parents. It is also very difficult for him to open a bank account that can transfer money at his current age.

"May I ask your age?" Mantianxia Publishing House finally remembered this very important question.

"Eight years old."

"Mr. Conviction, please don't be joking." During the speech, it was obvious that an 8-year-old child could make such a beautiful cartoon.

"I'm not joking!" Li Mu let go of the child's voice and gave them a definite answer.

"..." There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Li Mu vaguely heard the voices of several people, and thought that the receiver was covered by the hands of the caller——

(This author is simply playing with us, cheating a three-year-old?)

(Maybe he is really eight years old.)

(Do you think he is sincere for making me wait so long to answer the phone?)

(That's not what he said, maybe he really has something to do.)

(What if it's really a child? Then it's a manga genius.) [

(Think about how to sign it first, he said he didn't have an ID card.)

(This is a bit troublesome, I have never signed with such a young age before.)

(And it is easy to cause disputes!)

"..."

"Hello, are you still on the phone?" Finally, there was a voice on the phone again.

"I can discuss with my parents to use their ID card and the bank to handle it on my behalf." Limu proposed a plan.

"Sorry, we still have to think about it, and I will give you an answer in a few days." The publisher finally replied.

"Well, yes, I also look forward to the good news." Li Mu said.

At this point, both parties hung up the phone.

In fact, Li Mu wanted to hang up the phone a long time ago, but actually said that he wanted to "test load" himself. Is there such a saying?Since it's just a test run, why sign a contract?Even if he was short of money, Li Mu would not sign such a contract for dozens of pages of manuscript fees.Having said that, he still left a way out for himself, and he didn't get angry with them in a fit of anger, lest a worse situation in Dongman Publishing House would make him lose the room to turn around.

If I was a programmer, I could scold the other party back with a swearing, but since I have five years of experience as a store manager, I have become much more tactful, and my way of doing things has become forward-looking and backward-looking.

The next day, Hong Kong Mantianxia Publishing House did not reply.

By the afternoon of the second day, it was Taiwan's Dongman Publishing House that first contacted Limu.

Although Li Mu was worried that the "two Chinas" might create barriers to communication with each other, the situation was not as bad as he imagined.It can even be said that the situation is much better than Mantianxia Publishing House

"Hello, Mr. Judgment, I am the editor in charge of Dongman Publishing House. I am calling this time to tell you that your submission has been shortlisted, and we have decided to serialize your comics in the monthly magazine "Go Boy!", Can you come to Taiwan for an interview..."

Such and such, such and such.

Such and such, such and such.

"I'm happy to cooperate with your company, but I don't have the right to sign a contract right now, I hope you can give me some time to persuade my parents..."

The conditions offered by Dongman are very good, and the attitude is also very good. Limu nodded, almost wanting to finalize it immediately.But considering that the guardian needs to agree to this matter, I have not yet consulted my parents, so I agreed with the publishing house to give a definite answer in two days.Dongman Publishing House also readily agreed, saying that they can wait...

hang up the phone.

Li Mu hadn't talked to his parents about the submission of comics for the past two days. Once it was finalized at this time, his career as a cartoonist could almost be confirmed.He wanted to talk to his parents many times, but because of the psychological shadow since middle school, the strong opposition of his parents at that time left a deep impression on him.Even though I can choose my own career independently after I graduated from university, I have to choose another job because of my mother's stubborn belief.

It is estimated that because the work is contrary to the ideal, Limu will continue to change jobs, showing a state of displacement. [

Just as he was thinking about how to tell his parents about it when they came back.Uncle Li Jiayasu, who was playing chess with the villagers under the arbor of the grocery store, suddenly said: "Li Mu, there have been a lot of phone calls these two days. Is it because Hua Hua won an award?"

Two phone calls in three days is definitely not too much if it happens to someone else.Ke Limu is a child in the second grade of elementary school, and few people call him throughout the year. Two calls in three days at the moment are absolutely abnormal.

"No, it's another call." Li Mu replied.

"Oh ha, is there another call to Mu Mu?" Someone asked with a smile, but it wasn't the one who played chess with Uncle Li Mu.

Li Jiayasu's opponent is actually thinking hard.

There are only two people playing chess, but there are often seven or eight people watching chess.This is the tragedy of urban villages. Some villagers can live without working, but they don’t think about making progress when they have a lot of time.The villagers always think that after struggling all their lives to get a house, they can live comfortably until their old age. They don't know that after the demolition, they have no land capital.

In a few years, Li Mu will also become such a group of children who are expected by everyone.

That's right, it's not that miserable now, maybe I can talk to my parents and let my grandma hear it, so we can sign the contract smoothly?

Li Mu found a reason to embolden himself. Among the few people in the world that he has scruples about, his parents undoubtedly have a place.

Just as he was about to answer the villager who looked like Maitreya Buddha, the phone rang again at this moment.Before he picked up the phone, he didn't know who he was calling, but standing next to the phone and being the most "suspect" Li Mu, of course he had to do his best for his "busy" uncle.

"Guoba nasai (ごめんなさい)." Li Mugang put the phone to his ear, he heard the voice of the phone, but it was obviously not talking to him, but it seemed to be chatting with a colleague, probably because he didn't expect the phone The person on the other end will answer the phone so quickly.

"Moshi Moshi (もしもし)," Riki greeted in his half Japanese, letting them know he had answered the phone.