Reborn Cultural Empire

At noon in early winter, the sun was shining softly, making people lazy and unwilling to move. In front of the small shop at the entrance of the old alley, there was a square table, and several people were shuffling mahjong tiles. Four of them, including the two aunts who talked about Su Wan and Yang Yi in the morning.

The aunt who lived at her son's house in Modu for a while watched around for a long time, but it was never her turn to play. When she was bored, she saw Su Wan's mother turning into the alley with two bags of vegetables, and her eyes immediately fell Fangguang greeted: "Xiao Su, those who bought vegetables, there are so many things, you two mother and daughter will have to eat for a few days."

The sharp sound of bluffing caused the rest of the people who were not on the wheel to look up. The three-flowered cat in the small shop was sleeping soundly with its head on its back. After being awakened suddenly by this sound, with the laziness in the dream, He flicked his tail twice in displeasure.

"Oh, it's not for us to eat by ourselves. Today, we invited a master to decorate the house. This is the dish for them at noon." Hearing someone calling her, Su's mother stopped quickly and greeted her with a smile: "It's Aunt Qian. Had a good time there”

"Oh, I said I was going to play, not to take care of their children, but to be a babysitter." Aunt Qian said with a resentful tone, but her eyes were wrinkled: "That's really troublesome. We raise children, we have milk to eat milk, and no milk to feed rice porridge. Now it is good, except for a foreign brand of milk, they are not allowed to feed anything. Fortunately, they bought their own car, or they just bought milk powder. It’s a long way to go.”

"Your son is so promising and rich, so of course he should feed and use well for his grandson." Mother Su smiled agreeably. In 97, private cars were far from being as popular as later generations. At this time, even a Poussin can attract the attention of many people. Aunt Qian always mentions this matter when she meets people. common sense.

"Hey, what is he doing? He earns not only small money." Aunt Qian waved her hand pretending to be insignificant, and then took a look at the plastic bag in Mother Su's hand, and was a little surprised: "Yo , did you buy it for the decoration workers?"

"Huh?" Seeing Aunt Qian's surprised look, Su's mother was startled: "What's wrong."

"You big fish and big meat, ribs, shrimp..." Aunt Qian said in a strange tone while picking up the vegetables in the plastic bag: "It's just some decoration workers, it's quite worthy of you to pack a meal, It’s still so good, after all, the money comes easily, so I don’t feel bad at all.”

Su's mother didn't know what to say for a while, so she chuckled twice and nodded her head to leave, but was stopped by Aunt Qian: "Hey, I heard that your Su Wan and the rich man's son are getting married. Is it the one who went out in the morning? Hey, I think that kid is quite ordinary, standing with your Xiaowan, how can he be worthy of Xiaowan?"

"Hehe, we are still children now, and we didn't think so far." Su's mother smiled a little reluctantly: "It's not about whether you deserve it or not. Xiao Yang is kind to our family. If you want to say whether you deserve it or not." In fact, we, Su Wan, are not good enough for others, we are like a log all day long, and we don't know anything..."

"Oh, how can you say that, as long as a girl has a face now, she is good enough for anyone who is beautiful." Aunt Qian didn't look at Su's mother's face, and continued talking to herself. With a warm-hearted look: "But I'm just afraid that there is something wrong with that boy. Think about it, how can anyone be so kind to others for no reason now?"

Mother Su squeezed out a smile: "This child used to be a classmate of Wan Wan's junior high school classmate, and he only helped out when he recognized him..."

"Card, I thought he was from a rich family, but he was also a student. Then you should pay more attention to how the real rich people send their children to the third middle school. They are also experimental middle schools and they are a little sensible. Just follow the family to do business, what else do you want to study?" Aunt Qian snorted disdainfully, as if she saw through the disguise on the boy at a glance: "Like the boss of my son's company, their child is only 19 years old, and he runs a business outside. Started a car and ran around doing business. I saw it once, and he was more sensible than some adults when he spoke and acted, not like some little kids."

The target of this sentence undoubtedly included Yang Yi. In Aunt Qian's eyes, the young man who walked away with Su Wan was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans. It was not a big problem to describe it as a kid.

Neighbors are all neighbors, but the people inside will always be divided into three classes. Among most warm-hearted residents in the old alley, it is not uncommon for one or two narrow-minded street people to appear occasionally, just like Aunt Qian, who changed someone else It's just a matter of envy, and when it comes to her, there will always be some jealousy.

And Su's mother is not good at explaining to this aunt. This person is notorious for his broken mouth, and he likes to mix his own imagination when gossiping. Now explain to her one more time, it is inevitable that it will be out of shape tomorrow. Bad gossip.

Just as Su's mother was perfunctory and thinking about how to get out and leave, at the entrance of the alley, a black Mercedes-Benz appeared like a ghost, and then stopped firmly at the spacious place at the intersection.

The appearance of this car immediately attracted the attention of the neighbors in the old alleys. Like private cars and big brothers, luxury goods in 97 are still very eye-catching. After all, it is a symbol of wealth and is also the heart of many people. Something that is secretly longed for deep down.

The person who got out of the car was a young man in his late thirties. When he closed the car door with a bang and was about to walk into the alley, he looked around, but caught sight of Mother Su standing by the side of the road, and hesitated for a while. He stepped forward and walked up with a puzzled expression: "Excuse me, are you Miss Su Wan's mother? I met Mr. Luo last time when I followed us here."

Su Wan's mother also felt that the person in front of her was familiar, but after hearing him announce his family name, she immediately reacted: "So it's Assistant Zhang, your surname is Zhang?"

"Hey, that's right, the surname is Zhang. Auntie has a good memory." The young man nodded repeatedly: "It's like this. The company encountered something during the negotiation today, so Mr. Luo asked me to ask Mr. Yang to go back and preside over it. Mr. Yang I seem to have said yesterday that I am here to see Miss Su today."

This assistant Zhang was newly promoted from the old staff by Rogo after his big victory in the first battle of "Cloud Desolation". He almost witnessed the marketing campaign that Yang Yi single-handedly planned and promoted.

From the conception, design, production of the advertisement to the implementation of the specific marketing plan, it was all done by Yang Yi, as well as the sales manual distributed to a channel distributor, as well as the previous communication with the island country cg production company. It was Yang who played the leading role.

Not to mention that this high school student is also the actual author of two best-selling books, that is, these two books, which have pushed Siyue to a new level. This is what Assistant Zhang, who was an intern editor at the time, admired most. The place.

So when Rogo revealed that he was going to join hands with Yang Yi to fight the cultural market, some of the younger employees in Siyue would call Mr. Yang directly after seeing Yang Yi, although it cannot be denied that there was some joking mentality in it , but more is respect.

But when these words fell into the ears of Aunt Qian, the somewhat snobbish old woman was stunned, her eyes unconsciously glanced at the big black people at the entrance of the alley, even if the residents of these alleys—especially No matter how confused the housewives are about the difference between a car and a car, they can still tell that this car is more than one grade higher than his son's Poussin.

"My Wanwan and Xiao Yang... went out with your Mr. Yang, saying they were going to the Greater Library?" In fact, Su Wan's mother has not cleared up the relationship between Rogo and Yang Yi even now, let alone I don't know Yang Yi's background, but I heard that such a young man driving a luxury car also called Yang Yi "Mr. Yang", and she couldn't say "Xiao Yang, classmate".

"That's it, then I won't bother you. I have to find Mr. Yang urgently." Assistant Zhang nodded with a smile, and was about to leave after saying hello. Auntie smiled politely.

This smile made the old woman who was in a petrified state suddenly wake up, and put on a distorted smile in a panic.

"Aunt Qian, why don't you play? I'm going back first, and I have to cook for the masters." Mother Su smiled politely, and then left. Just as she was walking back muttering, the three-colored cat that was being fed in the small shop jumped down from the flower stand, pulled a gorgeous waist in front of her, and then jumped up the high wall with its tail upright, looking quite Pace away for disdain.

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In the other direction of the city, in the Greater Library, Yang Yizheng was walking back with a stack of books in his arms, and Su Wan was immersed in the picture album on the seat by the window.

The girl's hair has never changed, it flows down from the temples, covering the cheeks, whenever the wind blows outside the window, it will scatter and fly, but it does not reduce the coolness.The outline of the eyes and eyebrows is not as soft as that of ordinary girls, but with indifferent sharpness. Even when facing the beloved album, there is still no expression.

"From now to the end of the year, your task is very heavy, um, can you handle it?" Yang Yi smiled, hugged the album and sat beside Su Wan.

"Ah."

"After finishing the second volume of "Wandering in Kyushu", in "Ink. Yanshi", the style needs to be fine-tuned." Yang Yi opened a picture album in his hand: "Here, this is Wei Jinhe Compared with the pictures of ladies in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the characters are thinner and more handsome than those of the Tang Dynasty, so it is very suitable to find some inspiration for comic characters from them."

In fact, what fits Yang Yi’s adaptation is the painting style of Zhang Wang, known as the "Kyushu designer" in later generations. His painting combines fine brushwork and freehand brushwork, and has an extremely strong oriental fantasy style. The drawing of the manga is a match made in heaven with Yang Yi's adaptation of the script.

It's just that Yang Yi knew that Su Wan's dream was not only in these cartoons, but in the girl's heart, traditional Chinese painting always occupied the most important position.So, on the premise of setting a big framework for the painting style, he allowed her to stick to some likes and dislikes in her heart, instead of forcing the girl to do what she wanted.

What surprised Yang Yi today was that the first draft of a character that Su Wan had drawn casually just now had a bit of the charm of Zhang Wang's mandala, which made him praise again and again, because it undoubtedly meant that The acceptance of "Mo Yanshi" will almost certainly surpass that of "Kyushu Wandering to Yang Yi's confidence is groundless, but he firmly believes that the disposition deeply hidden in the blood of the nation will definitely make domestic comics accept this kind of painting wind.

The reason why those Japanese comics in later generations are so popular, although it cannot deny its own shining points, but it has to be related to the sluggishness of domestic animation works-after all, who is not willing to support their own good things.

After drawing another character setting, Su Wan pushed it in front of Yang Yi. Yang Yi was thinking about the image style of a certain character. Before he could react, the girl put down the pencil.

"En? Why don't you draw anymore?" Yang Yi raised his eyes strangely.

Su Wan didn't speak, and looked out of the window expressionlessly.

Yang Yiyi didn't know what was going on for a while. After scratching his forehead for a long time, he tentatively praised: "Huh? The image of this character is very plump, and it almost perfectly expresses the character of the character. The drawing is really getting better and better. Okay."

After hearing this, Su Wan silently dragged the drawing paper over and started sketching again.

Pu Yangyi almost laughed out loud—this girl, since when did she become three-none and also arrogant.