My Cartoonist Guide

　　 "No big problem, anyway, the current contracts are almost the same."

Shen Xin handed the contract to Xi Muhan.

Crows in the world are generally dark, and no magazine will give authors absolutely fair treatment. "Comic　Future" and "Young Leap" are no exception.

Therefore, if you want to eat this bowl of rice, you can almost do it before you really have the strength to compete with the magazine.

"By the way, Brother Xin, my last novel will also be changed to an animation." Xi Muhan rubbed his hands, hesitating in his heart.

This is what the editor told her.

Although that book is only Xi Muhan's first novel, the sales volume is good, nearly 800,000 copies have been sold in most of the year. Therefore, the magazine also intends to sell the comic copyright of this novel. It just so happened that Girls' Century was also very interested in this novel, and the two magazines hit it off.

"This is a good thing." Shen Xin nodded quickly.

"But... the manga artist recommended by the comics party is..." Xi Muhan looked at Shen Xin rather tangledly, "It's Sister Lu."

what?

Shen Xin blinked.

No, I didn't do anything, so I had to get an assistant in?

He glanced at Lu Ning, but saw that she also lowered her head, silent.

If it's such a look, it means that Lu Ning also wants to try it.

"Girls' Century"?

Shen Xin thought deeply and nodded, "I know. I will let Brother Wang help find a new assistant as soon as possible. The rest depends on how you plan."

"I'm sorry..." Lu Ning whispered.

"No need to apologize, no matter who you are, as long as you have the opportunity to debut, I welcome it. Isn't the purpose of doing this business is to have your own work? Otherwise, why be an assistant? If you stay in the studio, I will be very Guilt, I doubt whether I have the potential to be a teacher. Moreover, I am more at ease if Xiaohan's works are handed over to you."

"Yes...Is that so?" Lu Ning asked in surprise.

"Of course, I don't want Xiaohan to hand over the work to Uncle Xianshi." Shen Xin smiled.

"Are you Uncle Salty Wet?" Lu Ning glared at Shen Xin, and the air fell into a short silence. Then she stood up and bowed to Shen Xin, "Thank you, Teacher Shen for so long teaching."

"Well, everyone will be colleagues in the future, so don't be so cautious. Think about the state when you hit me before."

"Mr. Shen, how long has this been! How do you remember?" Lu Ning's face instantly looked like a red cloth.

"Isn't it so sad now?" Shen Xin chuckled, "Well, when you leave, say hello to the two people below? After all, everyone has been together and worked for so long."

"Well, I will." Lu Ning nodded and said.

For Lu Ning's choice, Shen Xin is his heartfelt support and blessing.

As a friend, he hoped that Lu Ning would have a better future. As a teacher, he also hoped that his assistant could grow up. Moreover, Lu Ning also had such strength.

As for the new assistant, Shen Xin threw it to Wang Wenhong without hesitation on such a complicated issue.

Lu Ning resigned...new assistant...

The back of Wang Wenhong's chair was soft and weak.

The reason why some people choose to be assistants is to hone their drawing skills and improve their experience, so that one day they can become cartoonists and make their mark. The cost of the assistant is paid by the cartoonist, the magazine or the editor, just to match the line.

Therefore, the resignation of assistants is normal.

But after Lu Ning left his job, he was looking for a new assistant. Whether the level of the newcomer can meet Shen Xin's requirements, this needs to be considered. In addition, "God of the Game" is getting better, and he must find an assistant who can be stable for a long time.

At this time, the editor-in-chief's landline rang suddenly, and many people looked back at Shang Haozhi, but saw him pick up the phone, said casually, and then raised their heads to ask other people, "Luo Zheng... whose author is ?"

Luo Zheng, the first place in the "Comic　Future" newcomer short story contest.

There is strength, and many people are also optimistic about his future, but he is a bit sharp in his conduct and affairs, which makes many editors not too satisfied.

Originally, Luo Zheng was the author of Jian Xiaomei, but the day after she contacted Luo Zheng, she immediately applied.

"Ye Hexu alone is enough for me to have a headache, plus Luo Zheng, I guess I must die suddenly."

As a result, Luo Zheng fell into Xu Jie's hands.

Xu Jie raised his hand, "Mine."

"Hurry up and contact Luo Zheng. The advertising department is urging him to take two pages of photos. Also, are you ready for the questions you ask? Remember, you need to write an article with no less than a thousand words. Interview." Shang Haozhi exhorted.

Today the magazine will interview Luo Zheng.

Hearing Luo Zheng's name, Wang Wenhong thought about it.

"Yes."

Xu Jie immediately picked up the landline and dialed Luo Zheng's phone. After asking a few words, he said: "Mr. Shang, he is stuck in traffic on the road-it should take five or six minutes."

Shang Haozhi nodded slightly.

Wang Wenhong once again focused his attention on the display screen and recorded the barely qualified painters on the notepad.

"Still worrying about the assistant?" Hook asked.

Recently, "Killer's Diary" has achieved good results. Although his image was damaged and was teased by other editors, Hook felt that it was worth it.

"Yeah... I'm a little worried. The tacit understanding between Lu Ning and Teacher Shen has been cultivated. If you find a new assistant, first of all you can't guarantee his level, and secondly, it will take some time to run in."

"Yes." Hook nodded sympathetically. "Slowly figure out a solution, right?"

At this moment, Wang Wenhong's landline also rang.

He glanced at the display of the landline, which was the extension number of the front desk.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this editor Wang Wenhong?"

"Correct."

"There is a young man named...Li Jie who wants to submit a manuscript to you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the front desk clerk said.

Li Jie?

The name is familiar.

"Oh, you let him stay in the reception room, and I will pass."

After Wang Wenhong hung up the phone, he said Li Jie's name twice, then looked up at Hook, "Boss, do you know who Li Jie is? This name sounds familiar to me."

"Li Jie?" Hook raised his head and thought for a moment. "Isn't Li Jie the excellence award of last year's short story contest? This year he also entered the top four."

"Oh... I remembered it." Wang Wenhong rubbed his forehead, "Why would he remember to contribute to me?"

"Let's go and see, make more suggestions, less comments." Hook said.

Wang Wenhong bowed his head, took the notepad, and immediately got up and walked out of the editorial office.

The reception room is next to the editorial office, which is relatively close to the elevator.

Wang Wenhong was about to turn around and enter the reception room, but saw the elevator door suddenly open, and two young men walked out of it.

One of them looked serious, wearing a purple down jacket with a folder under his arm. The other person, with a haircut that kills Matt, wears cheap sunglasses, and wears five golden rings — I don’t know what metal — is wearing colorful clothes. There is something indescribable. Publicity.

Wang Wenhong sneered, and cast a cold look at Killing Matt-this guy is the first place in the newcomer short story contest, Luo Zheng.