I’m Walking 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 theme and style to improve the success rate.

"After finding a suitable manga magazine publisher, look at the quality of their recent manga. If there is no famous manga artist recently, the chance of newcomer's drawing being accepted will be higher. -X"

The front and back sides of the small paper are full of tiny characters. It seems that X is really teaching him how to improve his success rate and be successfully admitted.

An Yinong suddenly wondered what job X did, would he work in a publishing house?

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

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

The parrot is really worried: "Probably because it's too weak, the female twolegs don't look down on him, obviously the nest is set up, but no female twolegs are willing to lay eggs with him. "

The parrot's concern is very serious, An Yinong feels that he can't laugh too clearly, and it is very rude.

He wrote on the paper: "'Thank you' for telling me that recently you went out early and returned late but didn't bring back food. It was worried that you would starve to death if you were not able to survive. It was in a low mood before, did you have any? The reason for this?—H"

X received the letter with a question mark: what is this? Is it a naive fantasy that belongs only to minors?

Although An Yinong didn't say it, the free time from 6:00 to 9:00 has already explained everything. Adults need to work overtime, socialize, take care of housework, etc. Only students have such fixed freedom Activity time.

The second piece of evidence is the occasional misspelled note—this kid's Chinese doesn't seem to be very good.

The man is also surprised that he can talk like this with an underage child, but it is the truth, and the correspondence makes him happy.

"But how did he know that I used to bring home some restaurant packing boxes?" There was a time when he really liked to eat food from a certain restaurant and packed it every day.

Unfortunately, someone set up a beauty plan because of this, and he lost interest in packing dinner.

The man thinks this is the childish innocence of the underage, but when he came home from get off work the next day, he brought some dishes - yes, he took an expensive private car and went to the nearby restaurants, dishes brought back in person, and meat.

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

In the end, that day, the man saw 'gratification' in his parrot's eyes.

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

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

The first company offered to provide the manuscript fee, 8 yuan per page. After the buyout, the copyright belongs to the publisher.

The second company offered a manuscript fee of five yuan per page. If a single copy is issued in the future, the publishing house will provide a 5% royalty for the first edition (unit price × number of publications × 5%), and the copyright also belongs to the publishing house .

The third company said it would provide the manuscript fee, five yuan per page, but the copyright belongs to the author. If you issue a single copy in their publishing house in the future, you can provide 5% to 10% of the royalties.

Judging from the salary and the replies he received, his comic was a success—someone was willing to pay for it.

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

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

Then he called and made a reservation with the restaurant.

"I really can." After putting down the phone to make a restaurant reservation, An Yinong was very calm all the way until he returned to his room. His footsteps have become brisk, as expected, career is the potion of youth.

"Tell you the good news, my manuscript has been accepted and the contract will be signed in a few days.—H"

In this environment, An Yinong is 'He Tiantong' in the eyes of all of them, only here, when communicating with a person who does not know his name and appearance, he is ' Anon'.

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

"It's not surprising that your efforts are worth it. -X"

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

"Is your hand hurt? Please take care of yourself. Hope our correspondence will not burden your hand. -H"

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

He was indeed injured. He had just bought a piece of land to build a hospital, and was attacked by homeless people from that place. They thought he had bought the land to build the hospital, leaving them with no last living space.

But the wound was tightly wrapped by the sleeve, and he did not show any traces, so no one around him found 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 not paying attention to his letter, Look carefully, how can you notice that this little handwriting is wrong?

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

He suddenly wanted to talk to this little boy 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 a legitimate businessman like him.

The injury made him very dissatisfied, and even wondered if he should find some people to expel the homeless. But in doing so, there will be a bunch of Hong Kong media arranging him to be "unkind for the rich" and "violently drive out the bottom of society".

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

"Dear X, I don't have any good advice on this matter. But have you considered giving the homeless a job when building the supermarket? Like cleaning some Construction waste, or help? If he is too old to work, he can also help find a government welfare home.

"Although it's not your responsibility, it will help both you and the homeless person. Give others a chance, and give yourself a chance. I like to call this model a 'win-win' .—H”

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

His hospital is operating again, but this time without any hindrance.

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

He didn't use much money, but the effect was very good. The man couldn't help but reflect, maybe he really did something wrong before. He has decided that if these people do a good job, they can be a cleaner in the hospital or something in the future.

Thinking of the criticism 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 listening to the ups and downs of data on paper. "

Soon, the time came to the weekend, and An Yinong took the tram to the appointed place.

This is a three-storey western-style building with tasteful decoration. It is a place where many rich people like to come.

The location of the restaurant is excellent, right by the port, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the lights and the reflection of the sea at night. Places like this are usually unavailable and must be reserved in advance.

"One thirty in the afternoon, double seat, 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 to the window by the waiter. The row was full of small square tables for four with silver bells and menus on the table.

I have been here several times, but this is the first time An Yinong has come here. He walked very slowly, watching as he walked. Except for the few places he has 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' he has seen before, he seems to be walking in a video.

It's very interesting, he even wants to draw a comic for this era from the perspective of future people.

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Beautiful ladies' high heels and men's polished leather shoes clattering on the smooth marble, the crunch of glasses, the murmur of whispers, the passing of the dining car The sound of the wheel turning.

Looking up, there are shining crystal chandeliers one by one, which complements the guests' shiny jewelry, shiny goblets, and reflective bone china tableware on the table.

One side of the restaurant faces the sea. In order to share this beautiful sea view, the wall on that side is almost pure glass, so the interior 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 An Yinong, he walked over to play music for a young couple, and on the other side, a waiter held flowers and pushed them out with a cart A cake sprinkled with rose petals.

It's so romantic.

An Yinong walked past a small table for two, where a lady was sitting, trying to communicate with the waiter in sign language, but then she changed to writing to communicate, the waiter had a face with a Subtle impatience.

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

Yes, there are many blond customers sitting here, and the waiters serving them are also very straight-backed. They communicate in English, and occasionally French and other national languages. The other waiters secretly looked at these waiters with their heads raised with envy and jealousy.

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

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

Finally, he arrived at the predetermined 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 on the side, 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 'tips' in this world.

He took out a five-dollar bill, the waiter glanced at it, and the smile on his face stiffened a bit, as if to say 'why are there so few'.

"Call me again." The waiter squeezed out a dry sentence and turned away. 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 3 yuan.

He knows that the basic salary in the service industry in this world is very low, and he basically relies on tips and commissions for money, but the tip of twenty guests is someone else's salary in one month, so five dollars is very little? ?

An Yinong raised his brows, but he didn't make trouble, just prepared to complain after dinner.

"Deaf!"

A slightly louder voice attracted An Yinong's attention. He turned his head and saw the waiter he had seen earlier carrying the unspeakable lady, complaining to his companion there.

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

"Shh, be quiet." One person covered the other, he looked around, and lowered his voice so that it was almost inaudible.

"Bah, he's another poor guy who only gave three yuan for a tip, but he's still deaf. It's troublesome. I'll secretly add some toppings to her later."

"You want to spit again?"

"Hey, let these rich people eat my saliva too."

Annon looked at their lips and 'reading' in his heart, he knew lip language because he was 'deaf' too.

Looking from where he was sitting, I couldn't see the lady's face, only she was making gestures with some embarrassment, and holding a pen and writing on paper - both pen and paper She brought it with her.

She has tried very hard to adapt to others and try not to cause trouble to others.

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

But to be honest, when An Yinong was in modern times, most of the people he met were good-hearted people. At least when he went to the restaurant, the waiters in the restaurant would not dislike him for being deaf, and he would deliberately stay in the restaurant. Spit in his meal.

'Deaf' is not a sin, especially since she has paid for the services she needs.

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

"Hello, what's the matter?"

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

The manager came after a while. He was a middle-aged man with oily head and noodles. He had a friendly attitude: "Hello, what is the guest asking for me?"

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

The manager is unknown so: "You mean?"

"For example, the waiter leads the way to a poor ghost who only gives five bucks a tip, is it not worthy to set foot? People who live inconveniently and cannot hear are not qualified to eat your family's meals?

"If yes, then please put a sign at the door, and guests who have less than 10,000 monthly income are not allowed to enter. I will definitely not take it for myself."