The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

"Boss, we actually received letters from readers!"

Shortly after the second issue of "Chengfang Manga" was put on the shelves, Duan Fang was stopped by an editor in charge when he passed the manga department.

Seeing that female editor who was seven or eight years older than himself beaming with joy, Duan Fang couldn't help but also become happy.

He boasted: "There are letters from readers so soon, the second issue of comics must be very good, thank you for your hard work."

Manager Gao also came out with a more relaxed expression than before.

"I thought it would take at least half a year for the sales volume of the first issue to improve." He showed Duan Fang the current sales statistics, and said, "Thanks to Mr. Cheng and your friends for their help in publicizing, the second issue The sales volume of the magazine is finally not that bad.”

At this time, the responsible editor also opened the envelope.

The envelope is the most common earth-colored rectangular style and there is no special pattern. On the front of the envelope is a row of elegant fonts, which write the addresses of the recipient and sender; on the upper right corner of the envelope is an 8-point Stamps, with a colorful pattern promoting environmental protection, the entire envelope looks unexpectedly old.

"Everyone communicates online or with mobile phones these days, and it's been a long time since I've seen anyone writing letters." The editor in charge opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

The letter paper is as simple as the earth-colored envelope, without any fancy patterns, the white thin paper is printed with simple red horizontal stripes, and the quality is like the kind of scratch paper issued during school exams.

"Huh——" the editor in charge looked at the few pieces of letter paper in his hand, showing a surprised expression.

"what happened?"

The other editor-in-charge next to him leaned over to take a look curiously, with a surprised expression on his face.

Several sheets of letter paper were filled with characters with different handwritings. Some characters were relatively neat, and some characters were slightly skewed, but no matter what kind of characters, they looked a little immature, as if they were written by elementary school students.

It turned out that these letter papers were words written by a group of children together. You wrote a sentence, and I wrote a sentence. They wrote all what they wanted to say on the letter paper, and made up this letter.

"This doesn't seem to be..."

The editor wanted to say that this was not a letter from readers, but seeing the childish words on the letter paper, he couldn't deny the identity of these young readers, even though most of them were asking some weird questions.

[Hi Yuanzi, Teacher Zhang said that we all live in the Milky Way, do you know how big the Milky Way is?Can you take me to take a look outside the Milky Way?I don't know which one is better, the Milky Way or the sea. ]

[Hi Jumping King, my deskmate Mao Tiantian and I both like the big-horned deer you drew. When I was dreaming last night, I dreamed that our whole class rode the deer to school together.Haha, riding a deer is really fast. When I save money, I will buy a big horned deer. I will ride it and take my grandma to the mountain to play. ]

[Stroke Dragon Snake Hello, I am Zhong Xiaohua from the third grade.The teacher said that everyone should take turns to read the comics, but I really like Zhong Yifei you drew.He actually has the same last name as me, and I also like playing table tennis very much.Zhong Yifei is so cool, you must be very good at playing table tennis too, I will become like Zhong Yifei in the future and become a table tennis master! ]

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After reading the words written by more than twenty children, the adults in the office were all amused.

An editor in charge rubbed his chin and said, "Speaking of which, although Jumping King is a rookie manga author, the stories he draws are really pretty good."

"Our comic magazine is still very powerful. It has attracted so many readers at one time."

"Did you read the last words written by their class teacher? They said that this is an elementary school in X province. Last time, our comic books were donated to their school together with supplies."

"I think this is very good. They seem to really like our comic magazine. Sister Wang, can I show this letter to my comic writer later? The little snake guy also said that he The ping pong balls drawn are too old-fashioned, but there are still people who like them.”

Several young editors in charge were discussing with each other, saying that they would gather together a few questions raised by young readers and ask their respective authors to answer them.

"It's just a matter of setting up a question-and-answer section in future journals. We can let comic authors choose some questions raised by fans to answer and interact."

"But those young readers probably won't be able to see the Q&A section... After all, the first issue was given away for free last time, and the economic conditions of schools in poverty-stricken areas are generally not good, so it is impossible to have spare money to add comic books to students. .”

Having said that, several young editors-in-charge also fell silent.

They still remember the cheerful tone of the young readers on those letters. The comic books they did not sell brought a door to the mysterious world for those children, and that door led to a place they used to live in. A world that they have never seen or heard of, that world is so beautiful that it has all the things they are curious about and don't know.

"Otherwise, I'll send them a copy next time."

Perhaps because she really couldn't bear to let down the group of children, one of the youngest female editors made a proposal to return the comic book.

"Last time, more than one class and one elementary school donated books. It's not enough to send back just one book. Maybe in some places where the conditions are particularly backward, our comic books may be the only extracurricular books for some children."

The children enjoyed watching it, and everyone in the office felt very happy. They weaved a dream, and this dream happened to be delivered to those who needed it most.That feeling is not just a simple recognition of work results, but more of a feeling that doing a good deed has really helped others.just like

However, their company has only just been established, and it has always been in a state of negative profit, so it is not suitable to continue donating books to those innocent and cute little readers. After all, in the long run, this will definitely be a big expense, and it will It's something of no value.

But Duan Fang didn't care about this.

"Money is for spending. Spending money will make people happy. Since the donated comic books can make them happier, it is very valuable."

Children in the city can see many interesting and interesting things.They can go to Ocean Park, go to the cinema, go to museums; they know about the Milky Way and the solar system, they have phones and tablets, and they can know many wonderful things about this planet.

However, for some children living in backward areas, maybe a comic book can attract their full attention.Because, in that comic book, they can imagine everything they want.Fantastic, wonderful, full of possibilities.

"Donate." Duan Fang said, "These comic books have different meanings to them."

That is not a necessity of life, but it is a dream.

"In the future, I will print more manga magazines for each issue, and continue to send them. It feels too bad to only read the beginning of the story. We should let readers see the end of the story."

As soon as the voice fell, the people in the office also responded.

"Boss is right, we can be regarded as dream sellers anyway, let them see the end of the story if they want to see it!"

The employees coaxed and made noises happily, but Manager Gao was not as relaxed as they were.

He followed Duanfang outside alone, looked at the group of laughing young people on the other side of the glass wall, and frowned helplessly.

"Although our second issue is selling well, our cost is too high. If we continue to donate..." Manager Gao hesitated to speak.

Although Chengfang Comic Company has the same boss as Equation Technology Co., Ltd., it is an independent company after all, and it can't keep losing money and let another big company with two bosses subsidize the comic company.

Looking at his expression, Duan Fang knew what he was thinking.

"It's okay, I asked Brother Cheng just now." Duan Fang couldn't help laughing when he remembered what Cheng Yi said on WeChat.

"Brother Cheng said, anyway, every time we pay so many various taxes, these should be regarded as paying a dream tax for doing things."

Duan Fang thinks this statement is quite interesting.

Maybe among those children who read their comic books, there are some who really work hard for their dreams like the protagonists of the comic stories?

Even if this is not the case, but as long as the lives of those children can be enriched and their future possibilities increased, Duan Fang feels that it is worth paying such a dream tax.

In May, the sun in Beishi was a bit scorching, because the manager, Sister Song, told Duan Fang to take good care of his skin every day, and not to disfigure his face during puberty.Therefore, when Duan Fang and Cheng Yi went out, they not only wore sunglasses, but also a sun umbrella to protect them from the sun.

The two came out to watch a movie.

Duan Fang and Cheng Yi were very busy for a while before, and now they have a little leisure time. It just so happened that the urban love movie "Can't Tell People You Like" was released. Seeing that Cheng Yi seemed to have forgotten what he said before, he would never To watch this movie, Duanfang simply bought tickets in advance and abducted him to the movie theater.

However, although his acting skills and appearance are both good, he and Zhao Xizi's female characters on the screen are a couple after all. The better he plays, the angrier Cheng Yi gets.

In the dark movie theater, a scene of his male character arrogantly rejecting Zhao Xizi was shown on the big screen in front of him, and then he was locked by the opponent's tough wall, and he couldn't help blushing after the two looked at each other.

This scene of a woman chasing a man, coupled with the relaxed and cheerful electronic drumbeat, almost excited all the female audience.

"Okay, so cute! I also want to throw Xiao Fangfang down."

"Let go of that boy, let me do it, I have long legs, and I can use my legs to beat him"

Hearing the voices of the two girls in the front row, Cheng Yi couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Duan Fang, then squeezed his palm angrily.

"I haven't hit you with my leg wall yet." He turned his head and whispered in Duan Fang's ear.

Duan Fang didn't speak, he looked down at Cheng Yi's legs, and then at his face, "Well, you have long legs, you have the final say."