My Cartoonist Strategy

Shen Xin has never seen "Fu Yao Zhi" but is very familiar with "Half Monthly Leap".

This magazine is different from general magazines. It is a colorful man and has a relatively fixed style. It is usually closely related to China. Most of them are martial arts or Xianxia comics. Sometimes there are some historical comics, styles and " Datang Shuanglong Biography is quite similar.

The style of the magazine is tougher than that of "Comic Futura" and "Manga Fly", and different styles have also given a different readership to "Leap", making the single issue of this magazine more than 3 million copies sold, becoming the top three The last issue in the journal.

On the Internet, readers' evaluation of "Fu Yao Zhi" is not low. Two separate copies have been published, and the cumulative sales volume has also exceeded 500,000 copies. They are indeed eligible for the Newcomer Award.

The next powerful newcomer has not yet appeared, and Shen Xin does not know who will be his opponent. Normally, he has to wait for the release of the single book, and then infer the strength of the new man based on the sales of the single book.If you speculate in this way, there should be eyebrows after the Chinese New Year.

Shen Xin is not in a hurry. After all, "Y's" has just been serialized. He still has a lot of time to improve his reputation.

The final award of the "Comics Festival", "Best Long Comic Award of the Year" was picked up by the weekly publication "Dragon King Biography" of Comic Futura. Since a comic can only be obtained once, other magazines have no opinions.

After turning off the TV, Shen Xin looked back at Xi Mumo, but the little girl looked at the TV brightly.

"What's wrong?" Shen Xin puzzled.

"Next year, it would be nice if Brother Xin could also go up to receive the award." Xi Mumo looked envious.

"No problem, isn't it the'Rookie Award'?" Shen Xin rubbed his nose, "Y's" is not without a chance to win.

...

An apartment in Hongchuan.

The phone dropped on the ground rang, and after half a minute, it finally quieted down. After about ten more seconds, the ring rang again, but no one answered it.

After repeating this for five or six times, the door of the compartment finally opened, and a middle-aged man in his thirties walked out of the room angrily, glanced at the young man still painting at the desk in the living room, and sighed helplessly.

He picked up the phone on the floor and connected the phone.

"Compendium..."

"Ye Hexu?"

"Teacher Ye..." The middle-aged man turned his head. The young man with headphones was sitting on a swivel chair, holding a G pen, and moved quickly on the drawing paper. "He is painting."

"Painting? Why don't you answer my phone?"

"Uh..." The assistant scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

"Should you wear headphones? Give him the phone!"

The assistant quickly moved the phone away from his ear, and the roar from the microphone caused the phone to vibrate slightly.

The assistant walked to Ye Hexu's side and yelled "Mr. Ye" gently, but Ye Hexu, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up, just under the assistant's chin.

The assistant screamed, covering his chin with both hands, squatting on the ground, Ye Hexu also fell from the swivel chair, his hands clasped his head tightly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The voice on the phone was very anxious, but both of them covered their injured parts and groaned painfully.

About half a minute later, the assistant's chin became conscious. He picked up the mobile phone on the ground and raised it to smash Ye Hexu's body, but when he saw Ye Hexu's arms around his head and curled up, he couldn't help it. .

The assistant was about to send him the phone. Ye Hexu sat up suddenly, his eyes flashing with light, "That's how it feels."

He lifted the swivel chair that fell to the ground and squatted on it again, touching the table with his hands.

"Huh, what about my G pen?"

The assistant also looked around,

"Mr. Ye, here is the G-pen...and the phone of the compendium." The assistant put the pen and mobile phone on the original paper.

Just that moment, I really wanted his old life. Until now, he hasn't spoken too hard.

"Eh? What's the matter with you? Ah, it was you who bumped into it just now? How did I say it hit something." Ye Hexu took off his headphones and gave a clear expression.

The assistant wanted to cry without tears, needless to say, just took it and bumped on the headset.

"Abbreviated phone." Assistant pointed to the phone.

"She? What can she do?" Ye Hexu was confused, and pressed the hands-free phone. "Hey, Jian Xiaomei, what are you looking for? I am busy now."

"Why not come to the comic festival today?"

"Oh, I forgot about it. At that time, I suddenly had inspiration, and I stayed to paint." Ye Hexu thought for a while. It should be the reason... right.

"This is put aside in advance, next year's newcomer award selection, do you want to participate?"

"Don't...the unbeatable, you won't win. The "Manga Fly" is no big newcomer, "Comic Futura" is even worse. By the way, I heard that the three major magazines evenly split the past 15 newcomer awards, next year Give it to others?"

"No! Our magazine will not say it for the first time, how do you know that there is no newcomer to "Manga Fly"? Maybe one pops up after a month or two? At that time, you will be too late even if you want to participate. Besides, small magazines are not without The amazing newcomer, Chen Zijiao in "Shattering", is also very good."

"Oh, you said that the book painter? He is good at painting women, other aspects are very general, and, I heard Su Han said, "Shattering" is her work of practice, there are some pits in it. Well... I don't know Can he fill these pits, in case he can’t fill them, "Shattering" is estimated to be over." Ye Hexu thought for a while and put on his headphones again.

"Then there are other people, other people are also very powerful... Hey, hey--" Jian Xiaomei heard nobody talking, scalp tingling, "Hey, you bastard, won't you put on your headphones again? Wait. Me, I'll go find you now!"

"Beep..."

The assistant covered his chin and showed such a master pen, it was really helpless.

No matter, go to bed quickly, maybe sometime, the compendium came over.

The assistant returned to the bedroom and rested. I didn't know how long it was. I finally became sleepy. I was about to fall asleep. I suddenly heard the sound of "dong" outside the door.

Needless to say, the compendium is here...

The assistant sighed and could only get up from the bed.

Ye Hexu, who was wearing noise-cancelling headphones, didn't know what was happening. It wasn't until a stack of magazines suddenly pressed on the manuscript he drew that he noticed a person standing beside him, and he raised his head, but saw a short haircut. The girl was looking down at him glaringly with her head down.

The woman was in her early twenties, with thin eyebrows, bright eyes, and thin lips under the high bridge of her nose.Wearing a black-and-white shirt with middle sleeves, because it was too hot, he unbuttoned a button, pinched his waist with one hand, and supported the table with the other.

"I bought the latest issue of the magazine. This is only a part. There are downstairs... I don't believe that there is no new person who will make you dare to be interested."