It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

"What?" Lin Qingyu thought for a while, "I think the comic Lu Wei pushed to us last night is not the best. This author's previous works are better."

No, she couldn't even stop.

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Song Jiahe shook his head, "Have you noticed that this author likes the word 'year' very much. Almost all male protagonists have the word 'year'. Fu Sinian, Lu Nian, Zhou Jinnian..."

"It's really...if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have noticed." Lin Qingyu nodded.

Lu Xun looked at the two women, you and I were talking about each other, completely treating them as air, which was a bit disgusting.

The two women chatted about the plot of the comic for more than half an hour before sorting out some information about Jiangli's uncle and aunt.

When Song Jiahe was about to leave, he walked over and greeted Lu Xun: "Third Master, I'm leaving. Oh, by the way, what are you looking at, so fascinated?"

Song Jiahe stretched out his neck to take a look, his expression seemed to be frozen by something.

Oh my God... Teletubbies? ? ?

Mr. Jiangcheng is watching Teletubbies! ! !

Lu Xun could detect the change in Song Jiahe's expression.

Song Jiahe also felt that it was not very good, so he smiled bitterly: "It's good, it's good, and... it's also a pure English version, and you can practice listening... Haha..."

After saying that, Song Jiahe ran away.

Damn, it's so embarrassing.

Lu Xun: ...

His lifelong reputation... can he still pick it up and stick it on before using it again?

Song Jiahe collected some information, and Lin Qingyu asked his second brother to help him hack into the street surveillance to see if he could piece together the truth about Aunt Jiangli's injury.

After the second brother of the Zhou family received the information, he immediately agreed and started processing it.

……

At this time, in an old single-family house with the name "Guan Family" somewhere on the outskirts of the city, a woman wearing a loose T-shirt was lying on the table on the second floor window sill, watching adult cartoons boredly.

Her expression was dull, and she watched the characters in the cartoon "move" numbly.

These pictures come and go, and they are annoying to death.

After a while, her cell phone rang.

As soon as I was connected, I heard the loud voice of the editor.

"I'm talking about Manman, what are you drawing recently! Many overseas readers say that your drawings are not very delicate in that aspect. It can be described as rough!"

"Let me read you a very representative reader's comment. The author has a delicate painting style and a fascinating storyline, but every time he enters the adult plot, it is like changing his personal painting. I seriously doubt that the author is a primary school student."

Guan Manman:......

After the editor hammered it, he said sincerely: "Manman, domestic readers have also responded that one of your new books is not as good as the last! You are serializing this one now, and the data will be lost later. You are always drawing those sweet things." Daily life, who wants to see daily life these days! Everyone just wants to see those with real guns and live ammunition!"

"Manman, my wonderful Manman! Now I have given you all the recommendations I can get. You have to give me credit! Draw more spiritual, immersive, and novel stories!"

Guan Manman lay on the table and sighed: "I think about it too, do you think I don't want to draw? My mind is like mushy and I can't get anything out of it! How about you recommend some more films? Me?"

"Is this a problem with the movie? Manman, I beg you to have a real love affair!"

Guan Manman took the colored pencils and poked at the little doll on the table, and couldn't help but complain: "I think so too. But you don't even know that what my dad introduced to me was all crooked melons and cracked jujubes.

Some people heard about my work and said that it was a great job. In the future, they could open an art class for children in the community to earn extra money.Is this a class issue?This is very disrespectful to me, okay?After all, I am also a well-known comic artist who has made hits! "

Taking a breath, Guan Manman continued to complain: "Some people just said, your freelancing job is good, you can take care of the children at home and take care of my mother. Me? You don't know how many question marks are popping up on my head." How about you introduce me to someone?"

Also single, older female editor:...

"Don't be impatient. The superiors are not satisfied with the book you are serializing now. Please finish it as soon as possible. Rethink it. Don't be in a hurry to start a new book, but you must communicate with me! Choose the topic after communicating with me before publishing the book, okay?"

"Oh, I see."

Just as Guan Manman was about to hang up the phone, she heard another sentence from the editor, "Oh, by the way, I asked the errand boy to bring you a ticket to the charity dinner. You can rent a nice dress and go there tonight."

"Me? I'm a cartoonist. Why should I attend a charity dinner?" Guan Manman, a young man in fear of society, had some resistance on his face.

"Please, this charity dinner is rare, okay? Many dignitaries in Jiangcheng and CEOs of super wealthy families will attend. Go and see more, it will stimulate your inspiration. It will also help your new book. You must go! Go and give it to me Check in at the photo shoot!”

"Hmm~" Guan Manman hung up the phone and lay on the table, looking miserable.

Finishing the new book on hand means no income.

Alas, melancholy.

I still don’t know what the subject of my new book will be, which makes me even more melancholy~

In order to open a new book, she reluctantly cheered up and drove to the city to find a styling company...

……

Soon, night fell, and the annual swearing-in dinner for the heads of charity organizations officially kicked off.