Hong Kong Comic Master

"Boom!"

A loud opening of the door woke up Li Wannian, who was sleeping soundly. ,-*' ^ '~*-.,_,.-*~ ~*-.,_,.-*~' ^ '*-,

Li Wannian opened his eyes and glanced at the sun hanging high outside the window, and immediately realized that it was already noon.

After all, I still failed to create a miracle last night.

With the help of my father, I only copied...and finished two-thirds of my winter vacation homework.

Hey, getting old...

It seems wrong, it must be too small...

Why doesn't it feel right?

Before Li Wannian could figure it out, he suddenly felt a chill in his body and the quilt had been completely lifted off.

"Are you still sleeping? Don't care what time it is? Get up quickly and deliver food to your father! He's not as good as your sister!"

Huang Jiali, her mother, wore an apron and stared at Li Wannian angrily.

"Mom, don't be so angry, it's easy for you to have menopause!"

With that said, Li Wannian stretched out on the bed.

"roll!"

Although Huang Jiali didn't understand what menopause was, when she saw Li Wannian's laziness, she angrily threw a corner of the quilt on the bed, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

After a long while, Li Wannian yawned and pushed open the bedroom door, lazily walked to the living room, and saw his sister Li Wanyue learning to dance along with the TV.

My little sister didn't like studying when she was little, and fantasizes about becoming a big star every day!

But don't mention it, her talent is quite good. She learned from TV and actually danced well.

After washing up, Li Wannian was just in time to have lunch.

The claypot rice I had for lunch today, the crystal clear rice grains and the golden barbecued pork all whetted my appetite.

There is nothing to say about my mother's craftsmanship. Although Li Wannian used to be a northerner, he was still conquered by his mother's craftsmanship in the past two months since he traveled back in time.

After lunch, Li Wannian picked up his schoolbag, picked up the lunch box that his mother had prepared early, and sent meals to his father just like he did during the winter vacation.

I will start school tomorrow, and then my mother will have to deliver meals in person!

Dundas Street was already crowded with people. All kinds of pedestrians passed by Li Wannian, which gave him the illusion of witnessing history.

Compared to Dundas Street, where the security is pretty good, everything is completely different when you come to Yau Ma Tei.

There are high-rise buildings on one side, and dilapidated and dangerous buildings on the other. The so-called heaven on one side and hell on the other side, it's probably like this.

Today Uncle He did not lie outside the door to bask in the sun as usual. There was no one at the door.

Li Wannian walked straight into the factory, only to find that the machines in the factory did not roar like yesterday, and stopped again?

Before he went upstairs, he heard the voices of Lao Dou and Uncle He coming from the second floor.

"Mr. He, didn't you say that this comic is very well drawn? Can't you sell it if you order it? A few old friends sent the news back, and more than a dozen copies were sold in the morning!"

"There's nothing wrong with the comics. I think it's because no one knows about it! Don't be impatient. It's only the first day. As long as you wait a little longer, sales will improve!"

"Do I have that time? You also know the current situation in the factory. Hey, I don't know how effective GG can be..."

The conversation between the two made Li Wannian frown. Sure enough, things would not be so smooth sailing.

"What's the matter?"

Li Wannian waited until there was no conversation upstairs before going up to the second floor.

As soon as they came up, they saw Li Chongjun and Uncle He sitting there with sad faces.

"Oh, Nian is here?" Li Chongjun forced a smile.

"Are the comics not selling well?"

Li Wannian did not beat around the bush with Li Chongjun and directly chose to get straight to the point.

"Nianzi, this has nothing to do with you. You draw very well, but those readers are ignorant!"

Li Chongjun was afraid of damaging Li Wannian's enthusiasm, so he quickly comforted him.

"No, Dad, this is not my problem, nor is it the reader's problem, it is your problem!"

"That's right, it's me... um, my problem?"

Li Chongjun's mind didn't turn around for a moment.

"Dad, let me ask you, where did you print the comics and send them to?"

Although Li Wannian placed the lunch box on the table, Li Chongjun had no intention of eating at this time.

"Of course it's a newsstand or a newspaper stall!"

"Well, Dad, who do you think the audience for this comic of mine is?"

"Audience...what?"

"Is it just a comic who likes me?"

"Of course..."

Li Chongjun was keenly aware of what Li Wannian wanted to say, but due to his stupidity, he couldn't find the right words for a while.

"A child?"

At this time, Uncle He rushed to answer from the side.

"Inaccurate! The audience for my comics should be teenagers between 10 and 16 years old. How come these people go to newsstands to buy comics? What kind of comics did you sell through your previous channel? The ones like "Urban Beauty". Comics that are not suitable for children are meant for adults!”

"It makes sense!" Li Wannian's words made Li Chongjun suddenly realize, and he slapped his thigh suddenly, but he soon came back to his thoughts, "How do you know that "Urban Beauty" is a comic not suitable for children?"

"Ahem... Dad, this is not the point. The point is that now that we know the problem, we must prescribe the right medicine!"

Seeing Li Wannian's embarrassment, Li Chongjun gave him a knowing look and said nothing more.

Compared with most old-fashioned fathers of this era, Li Chongjun seems to be very open-minded and doesn't care about these things at all.

In his opinion, what if a boy reads this kind of thing? He will know it sooner or later anyway!

"How to prescribe the right medicine?"

At this time, Uncle He once again played his best role as a supporting actor.

"We have to find a way to sell comics in the canteens and grocery stores near the school!

Then let the students get a comic book for free for every five classmates they bring to the scene to sign..."

"Wait, wait, free?"

Hearing that it was not sold but given away, Li Chongjun immediately interrupted Li Wannian.

"That's right!"

"Your father is not a philanthropist, and I don't have that much money to give away!"

"Dad, listen to me, 20 books per school, we only need to send more than 100 schools, and the total is only about 2,000 books. How much can your cost be?"

"That's not expensive, it's just a few hundred yuan!"

The cost of a comic book, raw materials and processing only account for a small part, the bulk of it is royalties, compilation, management, publicity and other expenses.

After all, the core competitiveness of comics still lies in good works.

"That's right. We only need to spend a few hundred dollars to let many students in more than 100 schools in Hong Kong know about this comic. Once they read the first one, will they want to read the second one?"

"You mean, the first one loses money to gain publicity, and the second one will make money?"

At this time, He Bo also understood what Li Wannian meant.

"That's right! As long as it is well-known, I believe many people will like my "Death God"!"

Speaking of this, Li Wannian is full of confidence.

Nonsense, one of the three major folk comics at the beginning is a very famous name in the history of the entire comic industry, not to mention his beautiful character modeling, facing the comics of this era, it is a dimensionality reduction attack!

"However, there is another question, how do you guarantee that the signatures of the shop owners are not fake?"

At this time, Li Chongjun raised a fatal question.