My Cartoonist Strategy

Originally, Shen Xin wanted Xiaolu to make a name for his cooking, but Xi Muhan refused it directly. He was not very happy in his heart, but Xi Muhan didn't mean to give in at all. Shen Xin could only give up.

Ji Yinxuan washed his hands and came out of the kitchen. The joyful expression on his face had not faded.

"Have you ever made dumplings?" Shen Xin passed the line draft.

"No, there is no such opportunity." Ji Yinxuan nodded slightly, and after receiving the line manuscript, his eyes also fell on the line manuscript.

The background pattern was modified with the aid of blue lines, and the three-dimensional effect of the picture was immediately enhanced. Coupled with the red pencil marking and explanation, even people like Ji Yinxuan who have no foundation can understand one or two.

This is not to say that after the line draft has been revised, there will be no problem.

On the contrary, Shen Xin has made large-scale revisions on three or four of the pictures. Therefore, if you want to correct them on the original, the process will be more cumbersome. .

"Thank you." Ji Yinxuan put away the line manuscript contentedly, with a rare smile on his face, "Yes, what happened this morning?"

"There is no news for the time being, but if you say so, I want to know the progress of the matter." Shen Xin took out his mobile phone and dialed Yan Fei's phone. It took more than ten seconds before the phone was answered. through.

"What happened to "Shattering"?"

"It's basically done. The editor of "Dreamer" found the parent and appeased him," Yan Fei said.

Said to appease, in fact, is to give the parent an extra sum of money, which can be regarded as a fortune.

Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, and no one wants to cause trouble at this time.

"Is there anything else in this respect?" Shen Xin was a little worried.

"No. This thing made Luo Zhi very angry. He called Chen Zijiao directly. The next sentence of "Shaky Fall" must be ended. At the same time, he also told other editors to pay attention to the public opinion on the Internet. Some people in our magazine also paid special attention to it. this matter."

"Well, Sister Yan is in trouble." Shen Xin apologized slightly.

"This is what I should do... are you in the sea of ​​clouds?"

"No. I'm in Hongchuan with friends."

"Really? Have fun, don't worry about things here," Yan Fei urged.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Xin remembered what Wang Wenhong said to him-don't stimulate Chen Zijiao, or he might do something unusual.

But from the current point of view, shouldn't it be impossible to stimulate Chen Zijiao?

Shen Xin speculated.

After Ji Yinxuan put away the line manuscript, he rolled up his sleeves again, put on his apron, and entered the kitchen.

Shen Xin once again said that he wanted to show his hand, but was pushed out by Xi Muhan.

In desperation, Shen Xin could only turn on the TV and wait for the Spring Festival Gala broadcast after the news. In his spare time, he also saw Xi Muhan in the kitchen, showing a gleeful look.

When the two were alone, Xi Muhan rarely showed such a look.

Shen Xin suddenly felt that it was not bad to come to Hongchuan this time.If you stay in the sea of ​​clouds, there must be no such atmosphere.

Now that the artwork has been revised, you can go to Hongchuan for the next few days.

Tomorrow, I will go to the shops around Hongchuan's comics, and then watch the movie "Dragon King".

In the next few days, if you have time, visit some magazines.

When Xi Muhan, Ji Yinxuan and Charlotte were busy in the kitchen, Shen Xin had planned the next trip.

The "exploration" of Hongchuan will start tomorrow!

Shen Xin stretched a lazy waist and had full anticipation for tomorrow.

...

The sound of the firecrackers exploded into a dark room.

"what!"

Chen Zijiao suddenly opened his eyes,

There are only three or four words left in Shaky Shake, which makes Chen Zijiao's mood very bad. The name he drew can't satisfy the old editor, and the old editor does not provide him with ideas like Wang Wenhong, but the story is too cliché. The scale is too large to be adopted.

Chen Zijiao was extremely depressed. After thinking over and over again, he thought of calling Wang Wenhong. However, Wang Wenhong didn't take care of him at all.

He kept this account on Wang Wenhong's body, but before that, he had to modify the original name.

Seeing that it dragged on, the skylight must be opened, and the old editor discussed with the editor in chief.

Anyway, "Shattering" is about to end, it is better to let the name pass directly, and, now that the New Year is about to come, it is too late to find a short article that can replace "Shaken".

Therefore, the old editor proposed that name can be passed, but to reduce the scale of this statement.

When Chen Zijiao learned that name passed, he immediately drew the manuscript, but name dragged on for too long.The manuscript was only able to be completed on the evening of the deadline.

The old editor who got the manuscript roughly glanced at the content, only to find that there were some inconsistencies between the name and the manuscript, but wanted to make Chen Zijiao redraw too late, he could only let him use the whitening to deal with the larger scale mirror, and then After hurried typesetting, it was handed to the printing house.

Chen Zijiao didn't want to make too many moths, he just wanted to let himself fly in the last two words. Unexpectedly, he didn't know which goddamn bastard, he even posted his comics online.

Afterwards, the president personally came to his accommodation to question this matter and asked him to apologize to readers and Su Han on Weibo.

"Why should I apologize to that woman?" Chen Zijiao was crazy.

It is really not good to draw some pictures of "harmony" in the Youth Magazine, but hasn't it been processed by "Holy Light"?Moreover, it is only two pages, why should I apologize?

Not to mention China, even in the 11th district, there are also comics that burst into clothes casually.

What's more, the woman is nominally the original work of "Shaky", but apart from handing him a copy, he made no comments.

Especially last month, both he and Shen Xin had already gotten a bayonet to see the red (think themselves), and the woman still did not give any advice.

"First of all, "Shattering" is a buy-out work, and teacher Su Han is the original. We have adapted it after we got the text. Secondly, whether the magazine has a contract with her or not, the two-page painting does affect her, so, There is nothing wrong with asking you to apologize."

After Luo Zhi left, Chen Zijiao became more and more angry, drinking peanuts and corned beef, drinking two large bottles of liquor, and fell asleep late into the night.

Chen Zijiao glanced at his mobile phone and found that a strange number called him a dozen times. He didn't need to guess. It must be Luo Zhi's phone.

"Fuck, didn't you just apologize on Weibo? What's the hurry?"

Chen Zijiao let out a low growl, staggered up from the bed, came to the computer desk, turned on the computer, and glanced at the phone at 0:13.

This year's true tmd is unlucky.

Once he brewed an apology in his heart, he opened Weibo's webpage again and was about to write the abdomen draft on Weibo, and suddenly a private message popped up.

Chen Zijiao subconsciously opened a private letter, and a message appeared in his field of vision.

"Come for 50,000 yuan. Otherwise, your illustrations will spread to every comic forum."

The message time is the morning of New Year's Eve.

what?Threat me on New Year's Day?

Chen Zijiao's eyelids jumped twice. Unexpectedly, there were still people threatening him with things from the day before yesterday, and it was still a newly registered trumpet.

I was originally a drawing book, and I was afraid of you!

Chen Zijiao's brain became hot, and then returned to the word "Go to Death", ready to send an apology on Weibo, but found that the abdominal draft had long been forgotten.

"Go to tmd and apologize, I don't care anymore."

Chen Zijiao opened the door, came to the kitchen, took two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and returned to the bedroom.