The rise of the country from the entertainment industry

Chapter 13 Brother Li can't do it... (please collect, please follow up)
Here Jiang Li was chatting with his "cute" book friends, but a message from the editor caught his attention.

"Master Tomb, have you considered the comic adaptation of your novel?"

In order to win over great writers, the platform will promise them many benefits, and it is even more willing to give up benefits to big hands and pillars like "Epitaph".

But he still entrusted the comic adaptation to the platform, after all, his development focus is not on the web.

This can not only bring benefits and reputation to the platform, but also save his time and energy, which is a win-win situation.

"I don't have anything to say in terms of operation planning and other aspects, but the Xianxia movie last time was done very well.

I just have one request, let me choose someone to join your manga studio. "

Jiang Li did not forget the silly boy in the dormitory who has always loved comics.

Fang Jingyuan has always been generating electricity for love, the most is to accept some outsourcing.

Although the level is not bad and the reputation is not small, but has been suffering from no contacts, let alone confidence.

"This……"

"Don't worry, he still has strength, but he doesn't have the experience of drawing novels. The main reason is to let him learn a lot and help him, so he won't interfere with you."

He understands the embarrassment of the platform. After all, they and the studio are more of a cooperative relationship. If a thorn is arranged to enter, both parties will lose face.

"Wait a moment, I'll ask the higher up for instructions."

"No problem, oh yes, my friend's scarf is called 'Wan Zhang Guang', you can tell them."

Fang Jingyuan is quite well-known in the comic circle, and often answers questions about new comics on the platforms of Bibo and Wenhu.

His charitable character has brought him a good reputation and good reputation.

Without waiting for the editor to reply, he returned to dormitory 404 with his hands in his pockets.

As expected, only Fang Jingyuan was still immersed in painting in the dormitory.

"Brother Li."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and held up the round-rimmed glasses that held his nose up, greeted Jiang Li, then lowered his head and concentrated on drawing.

"Jing Yuan, I asked my friend to help you find a job."

The digital pen in Fang Jingyuan's hand paused, smiled and said: "Okay, does anyone need my help with drawing?"

Jiang Li smiled helplessly when he heard this, and understood that the child was starting to make up his mind again.

Fang Jingyuan has a sensitive personality, cowardice and low self-esteem, but is too simple and kind, and never refuses other people's requests.

When I was wronged, I would only hold it in my heart, I couldn't hold it back, and I didn't dare to cry when I hid in the quilt at night.

If group activities are not mandatory, he will never participate. Apart from painting, he would rather sit alone in a daze than get close to the crowd.

"Jing Yuan, what I mean is, I have already recommended you to his comic studio to accumulate experience in creating long-form comics to my friends."

Fang Jingyuan suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Being able to participate in the creation of a comic work is definitely what he has always longed for.

But in an instant the light in his eyes disappeared again, he lowered his head and said weakly:
"I'm not good at it, Brother Li, I'm very reluctant to draw short comics. Every day, there are so many people commenting that I'm not good at drawing. If I go to your friend's studio, I will be slowed down."

This guy really doesn't have any self-knowledge...

Which literary work has no critics?If no one criticizes you, it means that you are not popular enough, and there are not enough people who read your works, but if you read more comments that praise you, you will not feel that you are not talented enough.

If Fang Jingyuan's current level is rated according to the system, it should be close to the level of "entering the court", which is the same level as his tennis level.

A geek is a geek, and if Jiang Li's beauty is God's reward, then Jing Yuan's talent is God's opening his mouth and insisting on feeding him.

"Jing Yuan, raise your head and look here."

Fang Jingyuan raised his head slowly, Jiang Li held the phone with a look of resentment, and directly slammed those comments that praised him on his face.

"Look for yourself, how many people like your work? Why do you always care so much about what those trolls think? When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. You can't satisfy everyone."

Fang Jingyuan's childhood was only endlessly reprimanded by his father, and he never recognized his son's talent.

"Look at the composition you wrote yourself. Can you understand it yourself? Is it logical? What do you want to express? Shit doesn't make sense!!"

"Louder! Is that how you read the poem? Shout it out!"

Such harsh words filled his childhood memories. In his heart, he had always been a loser, at best a lucky loser.

"So, do so many people still like my comics?"

Looking at Fang Jingyuan who was as happy as a child, Jiang Li felt a little melancholy.

When we were young, there was always a toy, a movie, a game, a cartoon...no matter what it was, it had a great influence on us when we were young:
Opened a door for us, let us understand for the first time that there are such cool things in the world, and there was a light in our eyes at that time.

It was so strong and beautiful that we decided to believe in it and pursue it with the rest of our lives.

Write novels, play games, draw comics, and share the original emotion with the world.

On the way of chasing, we may compromise and give up, but we will always remember that love.

I still remember the previous life, when he was a child, there were abacus, books, brushes, seals, wooden swords and other things in front of him, but little Jiang Li didn't even look at it, and crawled straight to the costume that Mr. Deng put aside.

The whole family was stunned, only Xiao Jiang Li was babbling and smiling, and the old man also laughed heartily when he saw this.

Since then, he has become Mr. Deng's closed disciple, a closed disciple who is only one year old.

But it is a pity that his talent in Chinese music is far inferior to Fang Jingyuan's talent in painting.

I just learned a little about the old man's skills, so that laymen don't know what's going on, but they can't stand up in front of insiders.

In the end, until his death in a car accident, the situation of Japanese and Korean cultural invasion did not improve at all.

So in the first few years before his rebirth, he cherished the time very much.

"I can't waste my life anymore!"

"You still need to work harder!"

"There's just not enough time!"

"prove yourself"

"Innovation!"

"Alive!"

"I am king of the word!"

Maybe a bit of a second grader, but he does regard leading the rise of the national tide as his lifelong mission.

All the setbacks he has experienced now are the price of living a new life, and he is willing to do so.

"Brother Li, thank you."

Fang Jingyuan was still hunched over with long bangs covering his eyes, thanking Jiang Li with tears in his eyes.

Jiang Li frowned, slapped him on the back, and said in a deep voice:
"Straighten your back, if you have time, get your hair trimmed, and make a good impression on others. It's nothing for a handsome young man who always looks so aggrieved."

This slap made Fang Jingyuan's small body cough.

"Ahem, Brother Li, I...I don't even know how to thank you."

"Thank you, thank you. You help the studio members to paint my friend's works well, which is the greatest reward for me."

Kacha~
"Brothers, I'll go back...uh." Song Qing, who had just entered the door, instantly broke the weird atmosphere, "Is it time for me to come back?"

"roll!"

"okay!"

Jiang Li scolded angrily, making Song Qing run away with a shiver.

This guy has no shape

"Wait, put down the snacks in your hand before leaving."

Jiang Li's eyes were so vicious that he could see through the contents of the bag at a glance.

If you guessed right, there is also his favorite chicken drumstick in it.

But Song Qing, who was still cowardly just now, suddenly became tough, and said with a stiff neck, "That's not okay, this is a gift from a junior sister!"

Jiang Li's first reaction was,

Um?Which girl from a good family has been tricked by this guy?
It's no wonder that his first reaction was this kind of thought. The main reason is that Song Qing is a repeat offender.

Relying on his handsome face, gentle personality and affluent family, he has changed partners a lot in the past two years since he was in college.

But I've never seen him like this before, they are all blessed to share, has he met true love?

Impossible, the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change...

"Oh? I also know the senior sister in junior year, maybe I still know her. What's the name of your senior sister?"

Jiang Li asked cautiously and tentatively.

"That senior is called Jiang Yue, and she is very cute. At first I thought she was a junior, so I helped her carry several couriers. On the way, I begged for a long time before I came to Yixin. Only then did I know that she was a junior senior. .”

Song Qing had nothing to hide, and when she said it, her face was filled with joy.

Jiang Yue?

Why does it sound familiar?
(End of this chapter)