I walk the career line in dog blood

"If it is a comic submission, maybe I can give you some advice, for example, you can find a suitable comic magazine (regular) according to your subject matter and style, so as to increase the success rate.

"After finding a suitable comic magazine publishing house, look at the quality of their recent comics. If there is no famous cartoonist in the market recently, the chances of being accepted for a newcomer's drawing will be higher. ——X"

The front and back of the small paper are full of petite characters. It seems that X is really serious about teaching him how to improve the success rate and get admitted smoothly.

An Yinong suddenly wondered what kind of job X does, will he work in a publishing house?

"What does your master do every day?" he asked the parrot.

"Him? He's a very boring two-legged beast. He goes out in the morning and comes back at night. He used to bring a lot of food home, but recently he hasn't brought any prey home. I'm worried that he will starve to death one day because he is too weak. "

The parrot was really worried: "Probably because he is too weak, the female Twolegs don't like him. Even though the nest has been built, no female Twolegs is willing to lay eggs with him."

The parrot's worry was very serious, An Yinong felt that he couldn't smile too obviously, it seemed very rude.

He wrote on the paper: "'Thank you' told me that recently you went out early and returned late but did not bring back food. It was worried that you would starve to death if you were not able to survive. It was depressed before. Is there any reason for this? ——H "

X who received the letter had a question mark all over his head: What is this?Is it a naive fantasy that belongs only to minors?

Although An Yinong didn't say anything, the free time from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] has already explained everything. Adults need to work overtime, socialize, and do housework. Only students have such fixed free time.

The second evidence is the occasional slip of paper with missing or typo-this kid's Chinese doesn't seem to be very good.

The man is also very surprised that he can chat with an underage child like this, but the fact is that, communication makes him happy.

"But how did he know that I used to take some restaurant takeaway boxes home?" For a while, he really liked to eat the food of a certain restaurant, and he went to take away food every day.

It's a pity that someone set up a beauty trick because of this, and he lost interest in packing dinner.

The man thought this was the childlike innocence of an underage, but when he came home from work the next day, he brought some dishes by mistake—yes, he took an expensive private car, went to a nearby restaurant, and brought it back himself Vegetables, and meat.

"I must be crazy to believe such words." The man couldn't help thinking.

As a result, that day, the man saw 'comfort' in his parrot's eyes.

When the pen pal experienced the fragmentation and reorganization of the three views, An Yinong received the first reply letter from the publishing house.

In less than a week, three of the five magazine publishers wrote back, expressing their willingness to sign a more stable and long-term contract with him, and also disclosed the salary range.

The first company said that it would provide a manuscript fee, eight yuan per page, and the copyright would belong to the publisher after the buyout.

The second company said that it would provide the original manuscript fee, five yuan per page. If a single edition is issued in the future, the publisher will provide a 5% royalty on the first edition (unit price × number of publications × 5%), and the copyright also belongs to the publisher.

The third company said that it would provide a manuscript fee, five yuan per page, but the copyright belonged to the author.If they publish single editions in their publishing houses in the future, they can provide 5%~10% royalties.

Judging from the salary and the responses he received, his comic has been a success—someone is willing to pay for it.

"X is right. The three comic magazines are all focusing on martial arts, and there are no serial works by famous cartoonists recently."

The third is the "Painting Friends" magazine publishing house, so he skipped the first two and directly made an appointment with the editor in charge of "Painting Friends", that is, this weekend, to a famous restaurant in Hong Kong City to discuss signing a contract.

Then he called and made an appointment with the restaurant.

"Sure enough, I can." After putting down the phone to reserve a restaurant, An Yinong remained calm all the way until he returned to his room.His footsteps became brisk, as expected career is the potion of youth.

"I have good news for you. My manuscript has been accepted, and the contract will be signed in a few days. ——H"

In this environment, An Yinong was 'He Tiantong' in the eyes of all of them, only here, when he was communicating with a person whose name and appearance was unknown, he was 'An Yinong'.

Maybe that's why he wanted to find this person to share his joy with.

"It's no surprise, your efforts deserve such a reward. -X"

The reply came soon, but An Yinong noticed something strange through the suddenly 'weak' handwriting.

"Is your hand hurt? Please take care of your body. I hope our communication will not burden your hand. - H"

"Huh?" The man sitting in the study and dismantling the letter was stunned, and he looked down at his wrist.

He was indeed injured, and he had just bought a piece of land to build a hospital when he was attacked by homeless people from that place.They thought he bought the land to build the hospital, which left them without even the last living space.

But the wound was tightly wrapped by his sleeve, and he didn't show any traces, so no one around him noticed that he was injured here.

"I have so many business partners and so many people in my family. I didn't expect that the one who knows me best is a little guy I've never met." If you didn't pay attention to his letter and read it carefully, how could you pay attention? Is the handwriting wrong up to this point?

The man reached out to pet the parrot, with a long-lost smile on his face.

He suddenly wanted to talk to this kid about his troubles.He bought land, built a hospital, everything is legal, why should he be attacked?Of course, he sympathized with the homeless, but their misfortune could be blamed on the government, not on him, a legitimate businessman.

The injury made him very dissatisfied, and he even wondered if he should find some people to drive out the homeless.But if he does this, a bunch of Hong Kong media will make him "for the rich and unkind" and "violently drive out the bottom of society".

He replaced the nouns and sent a letter to H. Originally, he just wanted to talk to someone, but he didn't expect that H's reply also mentioned other solutions.

"Dear X, I don't have any good advice on this matter. But have you ever considered, when building a supermarket, provide a job for that homeless man? Like cleaning up some construction waste, or helping out or something like that ?If he is old and unable to work, he can also help find a government welfare home.

"While it's not your responsibility, doing so will help both you and the bum. Give the other person a chance and give yourself a chance. I like to call this a 'win-win' model. -H"

"Maybe I should try." The man in the study made up his mind.

His hospital was working again, but this time without any hindrance.

Those who made trouble before were too old, and he was sent to a government nursing home. Some young and middle-aged people became workers on the construction site, some were responsible for cleaning garbage, and some were responsible for carrying food.

There are also those who are unwilling to work, they are a minority, seeing the majority of people 'surrendering to the enemy', they have no choice but to leave in desperation.

He didn't spend much money, but the effect was very good.The man can't help but reflect that he may have really done something wrong before.He had decided that if these people did a good job, he could be a hospital cleaner or something later.

Thinking of the criticism he had caused by his usual tough style, the man suddenly thought: "I should go to various industries to see the real situation, instead of sitting in the office and listening to the ups and downs of the data on paper."

Soon, it was the weekend, and An Yinong took the tram to the appointed place by himself.

This is a three-storey western-style building with tasteful decoration, and it is a favorite place for many wealthy people.

The location of the restaurant is very good, just on the edge of the port, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the lights and the reflection of the sea at night.Such places are usually not available now, and reservations must be made in advance.

"01:30 p.m., two seats, by the window."

The staff at the counter showed a signature smile after checking the registration: "Is it Mr. He? The seat is ready."

An Yinong was led by the waiter to walk towards the window, there was a row of small square tables for four people, with silver bells and menus on the table.

Yuanshen had been here several times, but it was the first time for An Yinong to come here. He walked very slowly, watching while walking.Except for the few places he has already been to, everything in this world is new to him.

The last world is still too far away for modern people, but what is in front of him is the "past" that he has seen before. He seems to be walking in a video.

It's funny that he even wants to draw a comic for this era from the perspective of people in the future.

This restaurant is in a western classical style, with a lot of golden embossed decorations on all sides, the floor is paved with pieces of natural marble, black and white are combined to form exquisite patterns, and gold edging is filled, which is magnificent.

The clatter of beautiful ladies' high heels and men's shiny leather shoes on the smooth marble, the crisp sound of glasses clinking, whispers of whispers, and the sound of the wheels of dining cars passing by.

Looking up, there are shining crystal chandeliers on it, which complement each other with the shiny jewelry, shiny goblets, and reflective bone china tableware of the guests on the dining table.

One side of the restaurant is facing the sea. In order to share this beautiful sea view, the wall on that side is almost pure glass, so the inside is bright enough.But the lights were still on in the dining room, and every table was shrouded in light.

At this time, a violinist in a suit and vest passed by An Yinong. He walked over to play music for a young couple. On the other side, a waiter brought out flowers and rolled out a cake covered with rose petals on a cart.

What a romance.

An Yinong walked past a small table for two, and there was a lady sitting here, trying to communicate with the waiter using sign language, but then she changed to writing to communicate, and the waiter's face was faintly impatient.

The waiter didn't really read those words, he kept looking at those 'noble' guests from the corner of his eye, with longing in his eyes.

Yes, there are many blond and blue-eyed guests here, and the waiters who serve them are also very straight. They communicate in English, occasionally French and other languages.The other waiters secretly looked at these waiters with their heads up high with envious eyes.

This small restaurant seems to be the same as the entire Hong Kong City, because of the different service objects, it is divided into three, six, and nine grades.

An Yinong's mood suddenly became a little complicated: in his own country, they were second-class citizens.

Finally he arrived at the reserved position. This small table is separated from other positions by green plants, which has a certain degree of privacy.

"Thank you." He sat down and picked up the menu that was put aside, but the waiter didn't leave, but looked at him expectantly.

"..." He remembered, tip.

An Yinong, who seldom eats out, is still not used to the habit of 'tipping' in this world.

He took out a five-yuan bill, and the waiter glanced at it, and the smile on his face froze a little, as if to say 'why so little'.

"Call me if you have anything to do." The waiter squeezed out a dry sentence, turned and left.An Yinong also heard him mutter: poor ghost.

Poor?

Looking at his back, An Yinong was puzzled.

Did he misremember the current price?Now the salary of an ordinary clerk seems to be more than 100 yuan, and a bowl of wonton noodles on the street is only three yuan.

He knows that the basic wages in the service industry in this world are very low, and the money basically depends on tips and commissions, but the tips of [-] customers are someone else's monthly salary, so five yuan is not much?

An Yinong raised his brows, but he didn't make a fuss, he was just going to complain after the meal.

"Deaf!"

A slightly loud voice attracted An Yinong's attention. He turned his head and saw the waiter he had seen before, behind the back of the lady who couldn't speak, complaining to his companion there.

In fact, their voices were very small, but An Yinong was close and his ears were sharp, so he heard them.

"Hush, keep your voice down." One person covered the other, and he looked around, lowering his voice so that it was almost inaudible.

"Hey, she's another poor guy who only gave a tip of three yuan, but she's still deaf. Trouble. Secretly add some ingredients to her when the dishes are served."

"You want to spit again?"

"Hey, tell these rich people to eat my saliva too."

An Yinong looked at their lips and 'read' in his heart. He understood lip language because he was also 'deaf'.

Looking from where he was sitting now, he couldn't see the lady's face, only she was gesticulating with some embarrassment and writing on paper with a pen - she brought the pen and paper with her.

She has worked very hard to adapt to others, trying not to cause trouble to others.

For people with physical disabilities, it takes great courage to go out, because once such physical defects are exposed, others will look at them with strange eyes.

But to be honest, most of the people An Yinong met in modern times were well-meaning people. At least when he went to the restaurant, the waiters in the restaurant would not dislike him as deaf and deliberately spit on his food.

Being 'deaf' wasn't a sin, especially since she had paid for the services she needed.

An Yinong looked at her back and was silent for a few seconds. He picked up the service bell and rang it, and the waiter came over.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"I'm not good, call your manager."

After a while, the manager came, a middle-aged man with greasy hair and noodles. He had a friendly attitude: "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I want to know, does your store have a threshold for customers?" An Yinong asked.

The manager didn't know, so: "You mean?"

"For example, a poor ghost who only gives five yuan as a tip for a waiter, isn't it worthy of setting foot? People who are inconvenient and can't hear, aren't they qualified to eat your food?

"If it is, then please put a sign at the door, saying that guests with a monthly income of less than [-] people with physical disabilities are not allowed to enter. I will definitely not come here to take the humiliation."