Reborn: From Manga to King of Entertainment

Chapter 62 Manga Publishing Negotiation
After finishing the day's class, Xia Yu, who was already past seven o'clock in the evening, dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory.

After opening the door, several other people also turned on the lights in their own rooms and didn't know what they were doing. They didn't pay too much attention to it. Xia Yu just washed up briefly and then returned to his room.

I turned on the computer, picked up the digital tablet, and continued to draw.

'ding ding ding'

While Xia Yu was drawing manga, his cell phone rang suddenly, and as Xia Yu picked it up to look, it was the editor Wild Dog's call.

"Hello? What's wrong, Brother Lin?"

Because he is called the editor of the other party every time, in order to get closer, Lin Dawei took the initiative to ask the other party to call him Brother Lin. Although Lin Dawei wished that the other party would not even have to take Lin, but now it is no better than in ancient times, there is nothing The ceremony of the turn of eight worships was held, and in order not to frighten Xia Yu with too much enthusiasm, so he used Brother Lin as the title.

"Uh, it's Mr. Shenlan like this. Isn't it already the beginning of the month? Both of your works have become the champion and runner-up in the August rankings, so it will involve the publication of the works. Look at your side when Are you free? I'll come to you with a contract?"

As soon as Xia Yu answered the phone, Lin Dawei spoke enthusiastically and cautiously.

You must know that because of Xia Yu’s reasons last month, his salary was once much higher than that of the deputy editor in the past, and this is the editor who was named by the editor-in-chief and the deputy editor-in-chief and asked him to serve enthusiastically, whether it is for promotion. Or for money, he has no reason not to be enthusiastic.

"Huh? Published?"

I have been busy with the start of school recently, and Xia Yu almost forgot about it. At this time, the editor suddenly brought it up, and Xia Yu couldn't help but said in surprise.

"Yeah, there are some specific contract matters and what you need to authorize Mr. Deep Blue to sign and understand items, so you can see when you are free here, and I will come directly to the door with the drafted contract Just come and see you."

Hearing Shen Lan's surprised words, Lin Dawei didn't pay much attention. After all, he already knew about Shen Lan's being a student, and the recent online mess hadn't been resolved yet.

Originally, they all thought that posting the video would get a comprehensive clarification, which would not only increase the traffic of the website, but also increase the fans of Deep Blue, which would kill two birds with one stone.

But those people on the Internet still have some stubborn people who say it's posing, or intelligent video synthesis, or some weird reasons, anyway, Lin Dawei understands it.

90.00% of the mentally handicapped in the world, because they cannot communicate with normal people in reality, all gather online, and they are still in groups, which is outrageous.

But the only thing that is gratifying is that neither their website nor the association have been persuaded by the pressure to punish Young Master Guqiu and the more than 100 cartoonists.

Moreover, the official media that those people have been contacting constantly with hope, and the messages under the major Daxia Weibo accounts, the official did not care about them at all.

"Then why don't you just do it tomorrow morning? I just don't have class tomorrow morning. Well, there's no need to come to the door. Let's just go to the cloud cafe near our school. It's usually easy to talk about things there."

Hearing editor Lin Dawei's enthusiasm, Xia Yu said embarrassedly.

After all, let the editor come to sign with the contract, let alone meet, before and after the time travel, he has never heard of it.

But if he was really asked to run, he probably knew where the Singularity Headquarters was, and it was indeed a little far away, so he made a compromise and proposed a cafe next to the school.

"Of course no problem. I'll be there on time at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll have another good news for you then."

After hearing Xia Yu's location, Lin Dawei immediately agreed, and after confirming the time, he said in a cheerful tone.

Then, without waiting for Xia Yu to ask further questions, he hung up the phone directly, leaving Xia Yu staring at the phone in his hand with a dazed expression.

Afterwards, shaking his head, Xia Yu didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought that there might be some unexpected surprises, so he put down his phone, and continued to immerse himself in his comics.

……

The next day, at nine thirty in the morning.

After everyone else in the dormitory went out for class, Xia Yu also became the last person to leave the dormitory. After spending about [-] minutes, he rode a shared ticket to the door of the cafe.

As soon as he pushed in the door, he saw the familiar figure of the editor sitting in the corner, and the other party couldn't help waving when he saw Xia Yu push the door in.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lin, to keep you waiting."

Looking at the half-drinked cup of hot coffee on the other side's table, Xia Yu couldn't help saying apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, let me tell you, Mr. Shenlan, this is all because of your credit, I should have sat in the office with other colleagues at this point, reviewing manuscripts bitterly, no, please Your blessing, being sent by our editor-in-chief to discuss cooperation with you, this is the time to drink a cup of coffee and take a break."

Seeing Xia Yu's apologetic expression, Lin Dawei quickly waved his hand to explain.

"Hahaha, is that right? I always thought Brother Lin and your work should be very easy."

Hearing Lin Dawei's misery, Xia Yu couldn't help but said curiously.

Although Xia Yu can be said to be a painter of two generations, but for editors, Xia Yu has always only heard his voice and never seen him. This life is better, because there is a system, so his grades are slightly better.

Before time-traveling, it is true, before signing the contract, submitting the manuscript, and then agreeing to publish the work, and then there is nothing else to say.

"Where is it, you have to read hundreds of manuscripts every day, and the amount of reading alone can destroy you, not to mention the performance requirements. All in all, all manuscripts submitted to us must be After reading it carefully, the feeling is simply indescribable.”

Hearing that Xia Yu was still longing for the ease of editing, Lin Dawei immediately waved his hands at the same level, and then complained.

From the perspective of outsiders and authors, their editors are nine in the morning and five in the morning, five days off and two days off, sitting in the office every day, eating snacks and drinking coffee, and then casually decide whether to keep a work or not.

But he, Lin Dawei, can tell those people responsibly that these are all nonsense. Hundreds of thousands of manuscripts are written every day, and they are doomed to read from morning to night, even in order to prevent their own authors from complaining.

Most of the time, they have to work overtime to review manuscripts. Sometimes, even on the subway returning home from get off work, he would look at the works sent by the authors with his mobile phone.

(End of this chapter)