Fairyland, Big Problem

The cold wind in the winter morning whistled in the cracks, and Wen Jiu went out carrying a paper bag.

In the bag is something that can scare Boss Zhang stupid: a masked superman model.

Different from the XX Masked Superman models made by other companies on the market, the Wenjiu bag was produced by Lin Zhengyi's initial team, and it was kept as a souvenir in private.

Later, President Lin left the animation production and environmental protection industry and turned into a commercial publishing house, and the Masked Superman model became a dusty history.

Yesterday, President Lin asked Wen Jiu: How much does the quality plan need to be paid in advance?

Wen Jiu didn't ask for money, he just said that if there is one of the most precious souvenirs of Masked Superman's works, he would like to get one.

For the works of Masked Superman, the most important thing is definitely the first edition manuscript, which President Lin will not sell even if he dies.

Then there are the five masked superman models, which are placed in a large safe alone, and He De can't steal them.

What Wen Jiu wanted was to use this masked superman model to let President Lin know that everyone is looking forward to the return of Lin Zhengyi and Masked Superman.

"Boss Zhang!"

"Little brother Wenjiu, you are very energetic."

"I'll show you the big baby."

"Oh?"

In the office, Wen Jiu mysteriously picked up a paper bag, a paper bag the size of a shoebox.

The paper bag is opaque, and Boss Zhang can't see what's inside, "What treasure is hidden and tucked?"

"Boss Zhang, did you have xing gloves once?"

Still not getting a positive reply from Wen Jiu, Boss Zhang murmured and took out the plastic gloves used by the supermarket staff from the drawer.

"The carton is square, and it means that there are other packages in it. Why do you need to wear gloves."

"Because the contents inside are a little old, even the outer packaging has to be carefully taken care of."

"let me see."

"You can stand still."

It was the first time that Boss Zhang heard Wen Jiu introduce items so solemnly, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and looked ready.

As the transparent plastic packaging shell was pulled out of the paper bag, the model fixed inside was completely exposed to the sight of the two of them.

"This, goose~~"

Boss Zhang twitched, almost fainted, and stabilized his body like a fairy possessed.

"Let me see, let me see—"

Facing Boss Zhang who was as excited as a child, Wen Jiu forcibly held him down, only to feel that the other party was full of strength.

Fortunately, I exercise every day after traveling through another world, otherwise I wouldn't be able to suppress it at all.

"Boss Zhang, calm down. I can tell you that this is the first version of the Masked Superman souvenir that Lin Zhengyi kept privately. If it breaks..."

"Hush—really."

As a **** fan for 30 years, Boss Zhang knew that Lin Zhengyi once posted a photo on social platforms.

In the photo is a group photo of him and the animation studio formed by his best friends. They are celebrating the perfect completion of the masked superman animation. There are 6 masked superman models on the table in the middle, the so-called original models.

At the time of the popular animation of Masked Superman, a photo caused stormy waves. All fans expected that corresponding models and figures would be released in the future, but they did not expect to wait for thirty or forty years of silence.

Yesterday, Wen Jiu said that he used to do psychotherapy to President Lin, and Boss Zhang had no doubts about the authenticity of the Masked Superman model in front of him.

With his plastic gloved palm trembling, he picked up the transparent packaging box. Boss Zhang burst into tears and looked at Wen Jiu in a daze.

"Not really."

"As for... uh, my youth is back."

After waiting for Boss Zhang's situation to stabilize, Wen Jiu raised the topic, "Now President Lin is in a quagmire."

"we know."

The **** fans of Masked Superman still pay attention to President Lin. For so long, Maple Leaf Publishing House has become mercenary, the fan base has shrunk a lot, and some people are still looking forward to Lin Zhengyi's return.

"I saw President Lin yesterday, and the core issue was his knot."

Wen Jiu roughly explained the situation. There must be objective restrictions, but President Lin felt that his hands could no longer draw Masked Superman.

After a few minutes of silence, Boss Zhang shook his head, "No, President Lin has this idea about the work of Masked Superman, and he doesn't want the smell of copper to be contaminated, which shows that he still holds the original intention."

If it is the most money-making gimmick to use the Masked Superman IP at all costs, this work is death in the true sense.

Wen Jiu knew very well that before President Lin achieved the entrustment, the image of the beautiful dream was concretized, indicating that the desire for the pure dream was quite thorough in his heart.

"So I want to prescribe a powerful medicine for him." Wen Jiu pointed at the masked superman model, "use this thing as a lottery reward, and call on all fans to cheer for President Lin."

"Draw... lottery?!"

Eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. Boss Zhang couldn't say anything about drawing the first-generation Masked Superman model by lottery.

"Boss Zhang, now is not the time to be selfish. As a true fan, you should pull Lin Zhengyi out of the quagmire. It's time for you to save Masked Superman."

Wen Jiu's idea is very direct. The inspiration is similar to solving the He De incident, and let fans personally tell the author the importance of photos to life.

The difference is that President Lin and He De are not of the same order of magnitude at all. It is useless to find one or two fans face-to-face to talk about their love for Masked Superman.

It takes a lot of fans' love to wake up the autistic author.

"Can it be done?"

Wen Jiu planned to launch "Masked Superman Rescue Project" or "Lin Zhengyi Rescue Project~www.novelmt.com~ to get fans to gather in secret, and suddenly cheered on President Lin below Maple Leaf Publishing House.

The first version of the masked superman model was used as a lottery prize. There was only this one, and the effect was even better.

It sounds like a die-hard fan with an ordinary financial situation is calling on everyone, and the only thing the caller can get is such a beloved collection.

"This plan must be kept secret, and it must attract enough people. Sincerely call President Lin and tell him that it can be done."

Not only is it a chicken soup-like cheer, if it can really gather a large number of fans, it means that Masked Superman still has vitality, and it is worth re-launching the sequel to return to the public eye.

If you come up with high-quality works, everyone is willing to pay for it.

The problem is that this plan is all Wen Jiu's idea. It is completely unclear that the fans of Masked Superman are explaining the situation now, and they have no ability to communicate with them.

Fortunately, there is Boss Zhang, an excellent strategic advisor.

"It's difficult, I'll try it out."

Boss Zhang is considered to have been ups and downs in Shanghai at any rate. He knows that this plan is not a simple offline carnival. If there are only a dozen scattered people, it will make President Lin completely desperate.

When it was time for breakfast, Wen Jiu went back to work. Until noon, Boss Zhang still did not give any news. It is said that he sat silently in front of the computer for a whole day.

The next day was also calm, just like Wen Jiu never talked to Boss Zhang about his plans, but he hardly ever saw him leave the office.

On the third day, Boss Zhang, who had dark circles under his eyes, called Wen Jiu, and the empty tea can in front of him was stuffed with cigarettes.

"We really want to wake up Zhengyi Lin, wake up Masked Superman, and prepare to execute the plan..."