My Cartoonist Strategy

The following morning, Zhen Duo and his wife got up early as usual.

While passing Zhen Xi's room, the two of them are now concealing Zhen Xi's door.

Zhen Duo opened the door slightly and glanced at the room, but his wife gave him a slight tap.

"Why are you? Don't quarrel with the child..." The wife muttered in the ear.

Zhen Duo did not say anything, but closed the door gently.

"Hush, don't talk." Zhen Duo pulled his wife to the living room.

His wife was confused, and Zhen Duo said softly, "He is playing chess."

"what?"

The wife blinked and looked at Zhen Xi's room with a look of consternation. "How could he... suddenly..."

"I don't know." Zhen Duo shook his head. "However, it seems that he is in good spirits. Hurry and cook something delicious for him? He hasn't eaten well these days and he is probably hungry."

"I'll cook some dumplings for him." The wife nodded quickly.

Just after the dumplings got out of the pan, Zhen Xi pushed open the door and came out of the bedroom. His spirit was indeed much better, but his face was dirty.

Zhen Duo pointed at his face, and Zhen Xi froze, then blushed and hurriedly entered the bathroom.After washing, he walked out and looked at his father with embarrassment.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhen Duo asked.

"Huh." Zhen Xi nodded.

"Come... come here, our two grandpas haven't talked for a long time, just say a few words." Zhen Duo pointed to the sand around him.

Zhen Xi nodded.

When Zhen Xi sat down, Zhen Duo said, "How is it? Are you feeling more comfortable?"

"Well, it's much better than yesterday..." Zhen Xi shrank again.

Zhen Duo didn't know what was born yesterday, but out of protection and respect for Zhen Xi, he didn't dig any further.

"Much better. What do you do after you think about it?" Zhen Duo asked.

"Um. Still playing chess."

"Is it taken back two days ago?" Zhen Duo gasped for a moment.

"A few days ago, I was really stupid... I watched "The Soul of Chess" last night and thought a lot. My... and my opponent." Zhen Xi took a deep breath.

"what?"

Zhen Duo had seen "Chess Soul" before, and found it very interesting, so he thought about buying it to make Zhen Xi soothe her mood, but did not expect a comic to help Zhen Xi.

"I want to apologize to Shen Zheng... cough, the teacher." Zhen Xi coughed and felt a little guilty in his heart, "I shouldn't have said that he and "Soul of Chess" at that time, and sister Xie also... I shouldn't say that she is too good. ."

Zhen Xi's words surprised Zhen Duo.

Growing up so big, Zhen Xi rarely persuaded soft words, otherwise, he would not be fooled with himself during the Chinese New Year last year.

"Oh, speaking of this, did you see his previous Weibo?"

"Ah... I don't know." Zhen Xi shook his head.

"Xie Shiqi turned around, I accidentally saw it." Zhen Duo said, took out his phone, and found Shen Wei's Weibo. "Although I haven't contacted him, I think his people are not bad." "

Zhen Xi took the phone and saw the Weibo that Shen Xin had, and she felt warm.

At that time, if someone is willing to speak for him, it is estimated that there is also a lot of pressure?

He looked down at Shen Xin's Weibo again, and apart from a few promotional Weibos for "Mobile", there was basically nothing.

Zhen Xi returned the phone to Zhen Duo, "Dad, I want to apologize to him."

"On Weibo?"

"Well. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to apologize in person?" Zhen Xi said.

"In person."

Zhen Duo thought about it for a while. Xie Chengbo and Xie Shiqi were building bridges in the middle.

"dad……"

"Ok?"

"Did I watch the game between Park Yongtai and me?"

"Look, the first two games are wonderful, you are not worse than him." Zhen Duo laughed.

"Then...I want to replay those three games today."

"No problem. I help you." Zhen Duo smiled.

The wife who came out of the kitchen saw her husband reconcile with her son,

...

After the Spring Festival, Shen Xin noticed that Zhen Xi left a message on his Weibo-I'm sorry, I did something wrong before, please forgive me.

Why did the child apologize suddenly?

Shen Xin was confused, and then, Zhen Duo also sent him a private letter, "Thank you "Soul of Chess."

Huh?

This pair of father and son suddenly came to such a set, which surprised Shen Xin.

"Brother Xin, what's wrong?" Xi Muhan couldn't understand it when he saw Shen Xin with a serious face.

"It's nothing."

Shen Xin returned a sentence to each of them, placed the phone on the coffee table, and then looked at the TV.

Compared with the first season, "The Soul of Chess" in the second season is not weak in quality, and the music is also good. It is a fine animation.

Long Yao and Orochi were really powerful.

Shen Xin sighed.

Xi Muhan's novel came to an end temporarily, and the total sales volume of the three-volume single book approached two million copies.

Next, Xi Muhan had to renegotiate the contract with "The Lightest Language" and re-evaluate it in terms of manuscript fees, copyright, royalties, and so on.

The relationship between Shen Xin and "icfuture" is also in this situation. He roughly calculated the time. It is possible that "Soul of Chess" will end by the end of this year.

Is it time to sign a new contract or part ways with "icfuture"? It's hard to say, the key is to see the sincerity of the magazine.

However, from the current point of view, he is very likely to renew the contract with "icfuture".

Shen Xin is not in a hurry. First, he has time; second, after "The Soul of Chess" is over, he wants to take a break.

The animation is a rebroadcast. Xi Muhan, who has watched it once, after holding two eyes, holds a book, curls up on the single sand, and reads it carefully.

"Xiaohan, what kind of book are you reading?" Shen Xin asked curiously.

"Mystery." Xi Muhan picked up the book, and the title fell in Shen Xin's field of vision.

"Basics of Mystics"?

Shen Xin is familiar with occultism, but it is not clear what it is.

"How are you interested in this kind of thing?" Shen Xin asked.

"Why write a novel, you should read a little bit of any book, maybe, in this book, there is inspiration for writing a book?"

"Don't you write Chinese fantasy? Does mysticism seem to be Western?" Shen Xin puzzled.

"This is recommended by my roommate. I also want to learn about occultism. Do you want to see it?" Xi Muhan asked rhetorically.

Shen Xin waved his hand, just wanted to refuse, but remembered what Xi Muhan said just now, and he also had curiosity in his heart. Will there be inspiration from the lower comics in mysticism?

It's not easy to say.

"That... after you read it, will you lend it to me again?"

"Well." Xi Muhan nodded again and again, "Mysticism is still very interesting, it will involve psychology or magic."

Is it magic?Yeah, if the next comic book is about blood and adventure, what will happen?

Shen Xin rubbed his chin and fell into contemplation.

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