My Cartoonist Guide

　　 The next day, Lu Ning and Xi Muhan took a ride to the magazine of "The Lightest Language" early in the morning, and did not return until the evening.

After entering the door, Xi Muhan told Shen Xin that he had finalized 30,000 copies.

For newcomers, this result is not bad, and Xi Muhan also feels acceptable.

Lu Ning stayed in Shen Xin's compound building for another night. The next day, she found a single room in a nearby community and accepted work from her assistant.

During this period of time, Wang Wenhong has been busy selling the one-line version of "The Soul of the Game". When he came to the studio to communicate with Shen Xin, he suddenly saw Lu Ning and was taken aback. Then he narrowed his eyes and nodded constantly. Lu Ning felt cold behind her back, and she didn't know what Wang Wenhong meant.

Wang Wenhong's thoughts are not complicated. Lu Ning's arrival means that Shen Xin's shoulder pressure will be much less, at least one or two more hours to sleep.

Shen Xin's current work intensity, Wang Wenhong looks distressed, but he can't help, so he can only help Shen Xin with things other than painting.

Xi Muhan grinds a cup of coffee and brings it to the coffee table. Wang Wenhong's face is immediately full, and he finally drank freshly ground coffee.

"Mr. Shen, didn't you say you didn't buy a coffee machine?"

"Ah? Did I say that? Forgot...Well, the owner seems to have one. I think it takes a lot of time to grind coffee. It's convenient without filling coffee." Shen Xin pretended to be confused.

"..."

Wang Wenhong looked at the coffee on the coffee table and sighed helplessly. Xi Muhan also gave Shen Xin a white look, after all, he still didn't want to do it.

However, after all, Brother Xin is someone who can't even make tomato scrambled eggs, so he really shouldn't have too high demands on him.

Shen Xin couldn't help but fought a cold war, felt the extremely unfriendly eyes of the two people, coughed dryly, and quickly changed the subject, "You are here this time, aren't you here to talk about coffee?"

"Of course not. If you don't tell me, I forgot to officially. Cough, Mr. Shen, tomorrow, "The Soul of the Game" will be officially released tomorrow, with 300,000 copies." Wang Wenhong pressed his left chest, his face tense, "I do. Sufficient preparation, two pairs of leather shoes were broken, but I was still nervous for fear of **** up."

"'It's up to people to make things, and it's up to the sky.' If you and I do your best, the result doesn't matter." Shen Xin comforted.

"No... No! Teacher Shen, you almost got in. Mr. Shang took the position of editor-in-chief as collateral to get the 300,000 copies. To me, this is even more true. The editor in charge must be responsible for "Soul of Chess"." Wang Wenhong's eyes were firm.

"Is the editor-in-chief too persistent?" Shen Xin frowned.

"You don't know him. Although Mr. Shang usually likes'acting', he is also a very arrogant person. He will go all out to support the cartoonist he likes. By the way, the last one he likes is Wang Yunze. At that time, he was just an editor. This time, he, like me, fell in love with you."

Speaking of this, Wang Wenhong’s face showed complacency, “To paraphrase Shang Zong’s sentence, "God of Chess" has improved on every page since the first chapter. If such a work can be finished perfectly, the results of this comic will also be great. It must not be low."

"President Shang... is a good person." Xi Muhan, who was sitting on the side, said softly.

"Well, he is the best editor-in-chief I have ever seen. In fact, Yuan Zhe is also good, but he has no chance to cooperate." Wang Wenhong said.

"Then you go to Jilong tomorrow? Or stay in the editorial department?" Shen Xin asked rhetorically.

"Neither, I'm going to the chess club tomorrow." Wang Wenhong said seriously.

Shen Xin blinked, a little confused about Wang Wenhong's thoughts.

"Just watch it slowly. Tomorrow...no, next week, you will definitely win." Wang Wenhong clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

…

From the propaganda posters of "Soul of Chess", Xie Shiqi posted posters on the gates, walls, and dining halls of the dojo.

Since the pamphlet has not yet been put on sale, Wang Wenhong tore 12 magazines in succession, made a 12-page "pamphlet", and copied 9 copies, each of which was put on the scene.

Chen Shiqi was the supervisor of "The Soul of Chess", and Wang Wenhong put the "original" bound by the magazine in the "Xie Chengbo Go Dojo".

However, from the first day in the dojo, Xie Chengbo put the "original" in the office. As long as he is free, he can't help but turn it out and read two pages.

The old man’s eyes were not good, and it took some time to understand the existence of "Zuo Wei", but when Xie Chengbo watched the 12 chapters of "Soul of Chess" twice, he immediately became hooked and even told many students Recommend this comic.

"Grandpa... don't you understand?" Xie Shiqi held the tattered "original", somewhat helpless.

"Ahem... I didn't understand it at the beginning. Could it be that I can't study anymore? Huh?" Xie Chengbo asked back, standing straight.

"..."

Xie Shiqi sighed and couldn't reason with the old man.

"Xiaoqi, how many people are there in our dojo?" Xie Chengbo asked suddenly.

"Are you all?" Xie Shiqi asked.

Xie Chengbo nodded.

"486 people." Xie Shiqi said.

"Yeah. Order 500 copies, one for each student, and the other separate books, put them in the lobby, and the students can read them when they are resting. The book is a good book... It is so easy to have a comic related to Go, and you can't let it go. "Xie Chengbo said.

"Ah? Oh!" Xie Shiqi nodded repeatedly.

The dojos that are interested in "Soul of the Game" are not limited to the "Xie Chengbo Go Dojo", but other dojos are not as big as the "Xie Chengbo Dojo", and none of them serve as consultants of "Soul of the Game." So, Each magazine booked more than 20 volumes and placed them in the dojo for reading.

Seven or eight hundred copies of "Soul of the Game" have been ordered before it went on sale.

On August 7th, major bookstores officially put on sale the single-volume version of "Hire of the Game".

Wang Wenhong did not sit in the editorial office waiting for news, but wore a t-shirt and drove a dilapidated van to deliver the packaged pamphlets to every chess club.

After everything was delivered, the sun almost went down.

When he parked the car in the garage, he took off his gloves, and even bruised his hands.

Wang Wenhong got out of the car and spit out. Since serving as a waiter last year, he has never been so tired.

Coincidentally, both times were for Shen Xin. Really owed him in the previous life.

As soon as he walked to the elevator, before Wang Wenhong had time to press the elevator, Jiang Zhong strode into the building.

"Look at how you look like a bear." Jiang Zhong scolded with a smile.

Wang Wenhong rolled his eyes, and even if Jiang Zhong didn't say anything, he knew that he looked ugly.

"How is it now?" Wang Wenhong asked weakly without thinking.

"I don't know... I have to wait, tomorrow morning at the earliest." Jiang Zhong shook his head.

"Anyway, I tried my best. Whatever the result is, let him go." Wang Wenhong sighed.

"Yes, but I guess it should be good." Jiang Zhong said.

"Hope..." Wang Wenhong muttered to himself.