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"Uh...Uncle, do you think I look like a fool? You don't want to say, in fact, you are a Saiyan, are you? Saiyans don't have such a pig's hoof." Lu Menglin said quietly. .

"You kid still leather! Of course I'm from the earth, the Saiyans were made up by others. However, I do have some origins with this "Dragon Ball"!"

The black-faced uncle raised his head pretentiously, holding half a pig's hoof in his hand, looking out the window as a peerless master.

"Ha! Are you the author Toriyama Akira? I don't believe it! Toriyama Akira is Japanese, obviously you are not." Lu Menglin joked casually when he saw that he was funny.

"No, of course not! Toriyama Akira is a manga master, I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't compare with the master." The black face shook his head quickly.

"Then I don't understand even more. It has something to do with "Dragon Ball". Could it be that you were transformed from a dragon? I don't look like it! Haha!" Lu Menglin deliberately joked.

Uncle Blackface was so confused by what he said, he had to say honestly: "Do you know Hainan Photography and Art Publishing House? That is the publishing house that moved "Dragon Ball" into our China. I am the vice president!"

"What? You are from Hainan Photographic and Fine Arts Publishing House?" Lu Menglin automatically filtered out the three words as vice president. Based on his current understanding of this black-faced uncle, it is almost impossible to put gold on his face. .

"How? You know how good I am!" This black-faced uncle who claims to be the vice president is obviously also a flamboyant temperament, and he fits well with young people.

"Well, I know, a conscientious enterprise in the piracy industry! By the way, have you closed down?" Lu Menglin said whatever he thought of, and blurted out.

Uncle Blackface was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head, and said with a wry smile: "Huh? Yeah! You even know this? Yes, we are already disbanded. Originally we wanted to hold the annual meeting, but I didn't expect it to be finished so soon. Yeah!"

When he said this, Lu Menglin was a little bit sorry, so he had to put down the lunch box in his hand, patted the black-faced uncle's shoulder lightly, and said, "Don't be sad! History will remember you! At least you let our generation see Japan. Comics, I have seen good things from others. What you have done is actually quite meaningful."

As soon as he said this, Uncle Black Face was stunned. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at Lu Menglin in a daze.

The publishing house was ordered to dissolve due to copyright issues. He has been sad for many days. This time he came out to attend the annual meeting here. On the one hand, he wanted to relax, and on the other hand, he wanted to walk around to see if there were new opportunities.

I just didn't expect that in such an environment, chatting with the boy who met in front of you, but chatting a little bit of knowing and encountering, quite a little bit of feeling of knowing each other.

"Fucking! It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise I will say these words to you, life will be a big white!" The black-faced uncle sighed sadly.

Lu Menglin was also very impressed, nodded and said: "As long as the spirit of innovation is not dead, you can start again at any time!"

"Well, just like in the movie "God Whip", although the braids are cut, but God still keeps it, enough! We Hainan Photography will have the same chance to rise in the future!" The black face uncle said excitedly while fiercely. Slap on the desktop.

Lu Menglin had to nod his head, but in his memory, Hainan Photography and Art Publishing House seemed to have never stood up again, and disappeared in the long river of Chinese animation history and became an object of memory.

Because no matter how ambitious and aggressive they are, they are in the piracy industry after all, without original content, it is normal to be killed in minutes.

"Uncle finished eating, right? I throw out these lunch boxes." Lu Menglin said calmly.

Uncle Blackface seemed to be still immersed in the distressed past glory, and he had no interest in speaking for the time being. He just waved his hand casually, indicating that Lu Menglin was free.

Lu Menglin simply cleaned up the garbage on the table and packed it out of the room.

If you wait for the waiter to collect it, it will taste too much, so it is more convenient to take it out by yourself.

Carrying the garbage bag, Lu Menglin walked a few steps forward, when he heard the elevator ding in the corner of the corridor and the door opened.

Three people walked out of the elevator. One of them was the round-faced girl who had been in reception at the front desk before, and the other two were in suits and leather shoes, tied with ties, and their hair was combed greasy, looking like The two grooms resembled each other.

When the round-faced girl saw Lu Menglin, she pointed to him and said, "It's him! He is the youngest guest."

When the other two men in suits heard this, they immediately greeted Lu Menglin.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Lu?" One of the men in a suit had a sincere voice and asked frankly.

Lu Menglin stunned for a moment. This is the first time since his rebirth to 1998 that he has been called by such a title, but he is not at all stage fright, and politely nodded and smiled: "I am Lu Menglin. Mr. dare not be."

Another man in a suit hurried forward and introduced with a smile on his face: "This is the editor-in-chief of our science fiction world. He is very optimistic about your work "Anti-Matter War" and came to visit you specially. I did not expect you Really so young! Amazing, amazing!"

The man in the suit, known as Editor-in-Chief Hu, nodded repeatedly, and exclaimed: "The posterity is terrifying, and the posterity is terrible! Which school is Mr. Lu currently studying in? There are many advanced concepts in your work, my colleagues in the editorial department. After reading it, one after another made a lot of stories and screamed, and I can’t wait to see you all!"

Lu Menglin was a bit awkward listening to the introduction of such a young young man, and laughed, "You don't have to be so polite, just call me Xiaolu. I'm only sophomore in high school this year, and I won't be admitted to college until next year!"

"Ah? Only sophomore?" The three people present were all stunned. Unexpectedly, this cutting-edge famous artist who was highly respected by the editorial department of the magazine was actually still a high school student.

"This, this is a hero who is born in a young age! The future is limitless! I look forward to the release of better works by Brother Lu."

The editor-in-chief Hu didn't know for a while what he should talk to the author of the high school student, and he had never encountered such a situation before!

In fact, the editors of these magazines are naturally not bad in writing style and vision, but their ability to communicate and deal with people is indeed remarkable.

When encountering this unexpected unexpected situation, he didn't know what to talk about.

However, another man in a suit reacted quickly and quickly introduced himself: "Brother Lu...Xiaolu, I am the host of this conference. My name is Lu Feng. I am glad to meet you. You are so young. I personally admire the ability to write such a magnificent work. I wonder if you would like to give you a speech at the exchange meeting of the branch venue tomorrow?"

Lu Menglin had seen the conference process and knew that the next day's branch exchanges were mainly arranged for science fiction authors and authors, as well as exchanges and interactions with some readers. To put it bluntly, they were bragging and exchanging writing experience. Things.

Lu Menglin came to participate in this annual meeting. Originally, he wanted to deal more with outside colleagues and obtain some up-to-date information. For this level of exchange activities, I believe he would be able to do well.

"Yes. It's okay to talk about my own works. However, I see less of other authors' works, so it is inconvenient to evaluate." Lu Menglin shrugged and smiled.

Suddenly, the two men in suits had a better impression of the big boy in front of them.

His gestures, including the tone and attitude of his speech, make people feel that they are very well-measured and just right. They are not at all like a fledgling, unknowingly thick hairy boy.

Moreover, the literati have always been light, and it is even more commendable that a young and ambitious author like him can remain so humble.

"Great! Listen to Brother Xiaolu's advice then!" Editor Hu clung his hands and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's not bother for now, we have to visit several other authors, see you brother Xiao Lu!" Lu Feng, the host of the conference, beckoned to Lu Menglin.

Lu Menglin nodded, brushed past the representatives of the two organizers, and took out the garbage.