How to Become a White Moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

When Bai Tan took the drawing to the First Publishing House again, Gu Jianrong was reading a book in the living room. Seeing this, he quietly tightened his hand on the page, and asked inadvertently, "How many volumes are there in "The Truth"?"

After Bai Tan changed his clothes, he was sorting out the sketches and putting them into the file bag one by one, "There are seven volumes in total, and now the serialization has reached the third volume."

Gu Jianrong said, "Can you stop the car?"

Bai Tan stopped moving, with an inexplicable expression on his face: "What are you talking about? The fans won't agree. Besides, we managed to make some money with this. How can we just stop?"

Gu Jianrong sighed and didn't say anything else, but his expression was still a little heavy. Now he understood Xu Shubai's mood more and more. This feeling of knowing the direction of fate but being powerless to stop it is really terrible.

Before going out, Bai Tan smiled and said to Gu Jianrong: "Oh, by the way, I bought a new laptop for you. Calculate the time and it should arrive today. Remember to sign for it."

The sky is clear and the weather is clear and the wind is smooth. Young and beautiful girls gather together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing wantonly. The corners of their bright skirts are blown into beautiful arcs by the wind, as if even the surrounding scenery is lit up.

Bai Tan, holding a full file bag, ran quickly to catch the bus.A person rushed out of the oblique stab, also in a panic.The two couldn't stop their momentum and bumped into each other firmly.

The office worker wearing glasses was furious. While patting his suit jacket, he said angrily: "What are you doing, do you have eyes? Do you know how much this suit costs?"

The effect of force is two-way, and Bai Tan also felt a lot of pain, so he quickly rubbed his chest with his hands. Although both parties were wrong when talking about this matter, it is difficult to judge who is more responsible, but in the spirit of more than one thing, it is better With the mentality of doing nothing, Bai Tan smiled politely: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

It was only after he spoke that he noticed that because of the accident just now, the baseball cap he was wearing on his head was overturned by the other party's strength and fell to the side of the road. Breakable and dazzlingly white.

The man with glasses looked like a leather ball that was suddenly pricked by a needle, his anger disappeared instantly, his eyes were fixed on Bai Tan's beautiful and alluring face, his cheeks flushed, and he said incoherently: "No, I'm fine, it's all my fault, I didn't see the way clearly. ..."

I knew it would be like this, Bai Tan has grown accustomed to it, since he was a child, it seems to be like this every time, once someone meets him face to face and makes eye contact, he can't help but soften his heart and compromise, no matter what Bai Tan says or does, They all agree unreservedly.

Bai Tan picked up the hat and put it on, apologized again and left, until he walked a long way, the man with glasses was still in place, unable to recover.

The First Publishing House was as busy as ever, and Bai Tan was led to the reception room by the little girl in charge of the reception. After waiting for a while, Xu Shubai came over. Bai Tan explained the purpose of coming, and showed him the drawing.

Xu Shubai took a deep look at Bai Tan, pointed his fingers on the drawing, and was not in a hurry to flip through it. Shu Lang's brows relaxed, and he smiled a little, "No, to be honest, with your painting ability, I am very relieved. .”

Bai Tan rushed all the way here, covered in thin sweat, and in the room again, out of respect for others, he took off his hat a long time ago, brushed away his sweaty bangs, revealing his smooth and fair forehead without any concealment, And a cinnabar mole that was bright red like blood, showing off her face and smiling, her peach blossom eyes were full of sparkles, so bright that it seemed to drip water from the ground.

Unexpectedly, Xu Shubai changed the subject, and suddenly said: "I have already transferred part of the profits from the comics to you, and part of the dividends will be transferred to your account at No. 30 per month as agreed."

Bai Tan nodded: "Thank you." He keenly sensed that the other party had something to say, and what he said just now was just a foreshadowing, so he made a gesture of listening attentively and waited patiently.

Xu Shubai hesitated for a moment, and said: "So, if you are serializing comics because of financial pressure, it should have been resolved by now, can you stop the comics?"

"Why do you say that?" Bai Tan was surprised. He frowned and reflected for a while, then humbly asked, "Is it something bad about my comics? Or did it bring some negative effects? Why are you all trying to persuade me?" I stopped updating."

Xu Shubai has created many classic comic images, and has also published several books. He knows that any author has an instinctive love for his own works. After all, they have condensed countless efforts on it. People want to hear criticism and accusations.

Therefore, Xu Shubai understood Bai Tan's feelings very well, but he had to explain to him: "Don't be sad, I mean, the update speed of "Truth" is too fast, it is appropriate to slow down for a while, maybe Good thing, you must have heard of the 'hunger marketing' strategy?"

Of course, these words are just excuses, it is impossible for Xu Shubai to tell Bai Tan the real reason.

Bai Tan forced a smile, jokingly said: "Should it be said that there is no evil or no business?"

Xu Shubai spread his hands: "I was originally a businessman who smelled like copper."

But Xu Shubai was being modest. He came from a good background, received an elite education since he was a child, and he was full of nobleness in every gesture, and he was very well-trained.At least Bai Tan has always felt that Xu Shubai is more suitable for Chinese ink paintings than oil paintings and comics.On the snow-white rice paper, splash ink, slowly render, and outline the scenery with appropriate shades.

Xu Shubai himself looks like an elegant freehand landscape painting.

Bai Tan chooses to draw comics. Apart from utilitarian considerations, he also really loves this industry. Therefore, Bai Tan would not agree to Xu Shubai's proposal. The explosion of "The Truth" made Bai Tan famous overnight, but he did I have a very clear plan for my future, and I don't want to be limited to it.

Moreover, there has never been a company in this world that does not want to make money. Even if the First Publishing House has a strong background and many resources, it cannot be separated from the mass base. It is clear that Bai Tan had received a reminder message from the publishing house before, so why did it only take a few days? Today, the attitude has changed 180 degrees, and there is no rush to serialize.

Bai Tan selfishly speculated that the words just now were probably only Xu Shubai's intention, and the First Publishing House might not even know about it.

So why would he do it?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that when I started painting "The Truth" and asked Xu Shubai for his opinions, he was quite resistant and didn't like his own works. Even when he came to submit manuscripts several times later, he was rejected Picked out a lot of problems.

Bai Tan had a vague perception: Xu Shubai didn't seem to want "The Truth" to be seen by too many people.

But Bai Tan also knew that this kind of speculation was groundless, and it would only make people feel unbelievable to say it. Xu Shubai might not admit it, so he kept silent, but from now on he had an extra heart.

At noon, Xu Shubai said that he wanted to invite Bai Tan back, so he took him to a well-reviewed private restaurant and ordered a table full of dishes.

This restaurant is exquisitely decorated, with a little freshness in the gorgeousness. It is divided into semi-enclosed small rooms with flower windows and bonsai. The dining environment is very elegant, and the chef's craftsmanship is also very good. Every dish is delicious. It is delicious in color and fragrance, and it makes people salivate when it smells.

While Bai Tan was feasting, he couldn't help thinking that he could bring Gu Jianrong over next time, he should like the dishes here.Speaking of which, Gu Jianrong's taste seems to be exactly the same as Bai Tan's, and Gu Jianrong seems to like all the dishes that Bai Tan likes.

"What are you thinking, smiling so happily?" Xu Shubai asked with a slight smile.

Bai Tan shook his head: "It's nothing, ah, I also want to thank Senior Brother for bringing me here."

Facing Bai Tan's clear gaze, Xu Shubai didn't say a word, and suddenly approached silently, stretched out his right hand and struck towards Bai Tan's cheek, Bai Tan was startled, and his breathing was light.

The clean and slender fingers landed on Bai Tan's lips, and the fingertips slowly brushed the corners of the mouth, slowly caressing the delicate and beautiful cheeks like white porcelain.

Bai Tan was stunned, and stammered: "Brother, you, what are you doing?"

Xu Shubai looked natural, and showed Bai Tan a little sauce red on his finger, "Well, you got something on your mouth."

Then there is no need to start directly?Just say no to me, okay?Bai Tan slandered Xu Shubai a few words, but he didn't have the guts to confront him directly, so he could only obediently admit his cowardice, and said tactfully: "Oh, brother, I'm sorry, but I can handle this trivial matter by myself."

Xu Shubai smiled gently, his starry eyes were doting, as if looking at a petted and proud animal, full of indulgence and love, "Be obedient."

Communication fails.

It turns out that the senior brother who looks gentle and gentle like jade, and is a gentleman, also has such domineering and strong times, saying exactly what he says.

I'm really afraid that he will start to speak plainly in the next second.Thinking of this, Bai Tan was trembling with fear.

Bai Tan was full of food and drink, and walked home. When he came to the downstairs of the community, he saw a police car at the gate of the compound. He didn't pay attention, and got on the elevator familiarly. The door was opened.

A man in a black windbreaker with a tough face, sharp outlines, and slightly dark skin opened the door. His sharp eyes scanned Bai Tan from head to toe, up and down several times, and then turned sideways, beckoning him to go in quickly.

Bai Tan was still out of the situation, and asked in a daze, "Hey, did I go the wrong way?"

Gu Jianrong quickly came to the entrance, pulled Bai Tan's wrist, and protected him behind him, looked at the man in the windbreaker warily, and said coldly: "What's the matter, can we talk about it now?"

The man in the black windbreaker was taller and more muscular than Gu Jianrong, with a hulking back and a majestic appearance. When he stood there, it was as if a wall had been built, making people almost out of breath.

Bai Tan tiptoed quietly, poked his head out from Gu Jianrong's shoulder for a look, and said in surprise, "Hey, aren't you the famous police officer Feng Siwei Feng?"

The man in the black windbreaker nodded, showed his police officer's ID again, and said concisely: "It's me."

Bai Tan had a bad premonition in his heart, Qiqi Ai said: "What's the matter?"

Feng Siwei had a bad expression: "I received a report that a homicide occurred in the North Fourth Ring Road. I need you to go back and assist in the investigation."

Bai Tan resisted a little: "This has nothing to do with me, I haven't been to the North Fourth Ring Road in the past month."

Feng Siwei said: "But the way that person died is exactly the same as the content in your second volume of comics."