Cartoonist Code

Fortunately for Dongfang Ming, he was tutored by his family. There is no such thing as family rules at home, but his mother has taught her by words and deeds since she was a child.

"No, that your son is a shy and shy person, that kind of thing is too early."

"Well, it's true. During the New Year, your aunt doesn't say a word, and he stays at home all day without going out, just like everyone else..."

There is no end to these words. Dongfang Ming can only endure and listen, but he can't retort. The only resistance he can do is to hold the mobile phone away. He can hear but can't hear clearly, and wait for his mother to finish talking Pick up the call again.

"Did you hear that?"

"Well, I heard it, I understand." Dongfang Ming perfunctory three times.

"By the way, bring your child to us one day, and if you have a photo, send us one or let us make a video."

It was said earlier that this would tell him not to do anything to Chuixue, but now he asked the little fox to see his parents, Dongfang Ming said he didn't understand.

Of course, he can't talk back, and he can't reason with his mother, because the creature like mother is the biggest bully. They won't reason with you. If you choose to reason, it's fine. If you talk about it, they will say this is False reasoning, and then angrily "reasoning" with you.

As for whether the "truth" is physical or what, it depends on the family environment and status.

"Also, when did you learn to draw? Why don't I know about that? I planned to return all your New Year's red envelopes to you during the summer vacation, but since you can make money, I will keep the red envelopes for you. I won't help you keep the money for your manuscript, but don't waste it when you save it."

"…"

Dongfang Ming was speechless and perfunctory about the painting. He didn't care if the red envelopes were fake. With the changes in the status of the family and relatives, the red envelopes might be a lot.

He wisely did not inquire about that number, otherwise his heart would cry. In my heart, I am grateful for my mother's kindness and virtue. If he keeps his manuscript fees, his plan to raise foxes and become a star will go bankrupt.

Chapter 29 Tanuki Editing and New Issues

"Hello Mr. Bai Mao, I'm your new editor-in-chief, Mae Ye Miye."

Green-yellow eyes, black-brown hair, herringbone-shaped hair at the hairline between her foreheads, and a fascinated smile on her face.

Dongfang Ming doesn't know why, but there is an urge to hit him. This guy is handsome, but this handsome face is a mocking face, and he is the type that will not be surprised if he is beaten any day.

"Has Miss Editor Ze already been transferred to the monthly magazine?"

"Yes, Senior Editor Ze has already joined the monthly magazine. From now on, I will be your editor-in-chief, Mr. Bai Mao, and your comics have been transferred to the new magazine "Weekly Shonen Times", which will be released today."

No matter how young the white cat is, the new editor's former wild honey also gives him enough respect. Although the white cat is also a rookie cartoonist, he is a genius cartoonist. "100% Psychic" is already a well-deserved pillar, which puts him under a lot of pressure. Big.

"I see, this is a comic, please read it, and then make a suggestion." Dongfang Ming handed over the comic draft completed this week to the editor, Mae Ye Mi also knew where it came from, so just listen to this person's suggestion. Can't take it seriously unless it really works.

In the room, only Qianye Mi was left with the voice of reading the comics quietly. Unlike Mayu Xianze, Dongfang Ming did not plan to keep him at home for dinner.

"Very good, it's perfect. I just don't know if you have an idea, Mr. Bai Mao."

Since Teacher Baimao said to make suggestions, he is welcome, and Qianye Mi also has a bold idea.

Seeing that there was no response from Dongfang Ming, he cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Bai Mao, don't you think this comic lacks a mascot? Don't you see a lot of comics with mascots, very cute ones."

"So?" Dongfang Ming probably knew what he was going to say.

"So can you add a mascot to it? I think the civet cat is good."

Qianye Mi also likes civet cats, and he hopes that civet cats will also appear in the works of cartoonists.

"I reject."

Dongfang Ming resisted the urge to beat the editor and refused his request.

"why?"

Qianye Mi also couldn't figure out how the civet cat is so cute and no one likes it. Adding it to the comics will definitely be very popular.

"There are mascots in the comics, so you rejected this plan."

"Is there a mascot, who is in the psychic, is it a dragon?"

"Little dimples, look at the small, round ones, aren't they very suitable as mascots?"

"The little dimple is not dead! Well, the little dimple is not dead, as expected of me."

I want to hit him. Dongfang Ming's eyelids twitched when he saw Qianye Mi who was intoxicated with his chin. This guy was obviously still shocked in the first half of the sentence, but the next moment he turned into the appearance of "Swamp Leaping Fish has already seen through everything".

"Is there anything else to do with the editor Mae Ye?" Dongfang Ming was selectively deaf.

"Is it really impossible to use a civet cat as a mascot? How about a small dimple that is so ugly? A civet cat is so cute and sure many people like it."

"See you next week!" Dongfang Ming stood up abruptly, pushed Qianye Mi out, and slammed the door shut.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and Qianye Mi only felt a flower in front of her eyes, and the surrounding environment changed.

"Teacher White Cat!"

Shaking the handle, the door was locked from the inside.

"See you next time, bye, next time you talk about civet cats, I'll kill you!"

"..." It's really not cute, Mr. White Cat, although the civet cat is so cute, he actually chooses a small dimple as the mascot. The small dimple is too ugly. Qianye Mi also complained, if he said this to Dongfang Ming in the room, he might be beaten to death on the spot.

The civet cat had a lot of questions about editing. Dongfang Ming touched his hair, but he didn't grab a bunch of them like he did before crossing. He couldn't help but sigh knowing that sighing was getting old fast.

On the first day when the editor was away, I missed her.

…

"I'm so tired, so tired from work."

Aoi Miyamori, who came back from a part-time job at a convenience store, walked to the bookstore with a tired body, buying manga magazines and then desserts. .

Today is the release date of Wenfangshe's new issue "Weekly Shonen Times", and many people should buy it. Not to mention the current hot "100% Psionics", it is said that Wenfangshe, a manga magazine that focuses on women and men, has attracted the attention of many people. If she is unlucky, she may not be able to buy it.

The recent popularity of "100% Psionics" is not weaker than the popular comics on "Weekly Shonen Jumk", because the incident of 1ch Dixin has made a lot of people know about this comic, and many people are chasing "100 Psionics" "Weekly Manga TIMES", which was bought only after 100%, cannot be bought by too many people for "Weekly Shonen TIMES".

This kind of new publication bookstore may enter very little. It is the first time to test the water. If you sell a lot, you will enter, and if you buy a lot, you will enter less.

"Why, why is "Weekly Shonen Times" gone again!" As soon as he entered the door, Aoi Miyamori heard the screams of a young girl.

The word "again" is very spiritual, and then Miyamori Aoi's heart sank. "Weekly Shonen Times" in the bookstore is gone?

"Little girl, I'm sorry too. I've already had people stocking this. Maybe it will arrive tomorrow. Or you can go to other bookstores to see, there may be bigger bookstores."

The fat store manager was embarrassed to wipe his sweat. He was also a comic book fanatic. He knew that "100% Psionics" was very good-looking, so he specially bought more than 100 copies, but he didn't expect it to sell so quickly.

There have been more than 100 people who came to ask if there are "Weekly Shonen Times" today.

I regret it, I regret it very much. If I add two hundred more copies of this ruthless dim sum, no, five hundred copies might make a lot of money.

Now the contact there is out of stock, and the printing house is printing at full capacity.