Bang!

A middle-aged bald man threw a magazine on the table, put his hands on his hips, and put his suit in his hands, walking back and forth, "You'd better explain. You said before, "New Reader" asked you to be an art editor and you refused, so I gave you such a high salary. Now I think it's someone else who hired another clever one. You can't find the next one, so you're "condescending" to our magazine, right?"

Ding Fenfen looked at the thumbnail on the white cover. It was obvious that the original size of the original large-scale masterpiece was hundreds or dozens of times larger than this one.

"This... how is this possible? In order to match this picture, I actually... I even changed the green border that I always used. Is it crazy?" Ding Fenfen murmured to himself.

Since this cover image is black and white, the green cover border that was used by "New Reader" was replaced with white in order to match this cover image! The entire magazine is a bit similar to this issue of "Digits", except that one magazine has a red name and the other is the original black one.

"I'm not asking you if they are crazy now, I'm asking you if you've been fired and then came to our magazine?"

Ding Fenfen raised his eyebrows, "Are you insulting my personality?"

"No, I strongly doubt what you said before. They obviously did not fall into paralysis because of losing a third-rate illustrator like you. Judging from the sales volume in the past few days, at least in the Ganzhou area, this magazine has been selling crazy in the past few days!"

"This... this cannot be explained. It is because of the cover image. Maybe... it is because of the content of their issue that is attractive?"

Bang!

The middle-aged bald man supported his hands on the table, looking angry, "Ms. Ding Fenfen, please face your inferiority! After working for so many years, don't you understand what the meaning of sealing pictures in literary magazines is? If you still have to argue, I don't mind that once the probation period is over, you will leave with your stuff in the door!"

Ding Fenfen looked at the magazine "New Reader" on the table. She had just made a move and had such a big blow, but this painting...

"Is this painting he painted? The painting styles are so different?" Ding Fenfen was a little disbelief. She didn't think that the painter who painted and comics had such a strong foundation after returning to traditional Chinese painting. This level is enough to catch up with those Chinese painting masters!

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"I'm really a ghost! Teacher Qiu is really a lucky star in our magazine. I have been an editor for so many years. For the first time, I have seen a bimonthly and supplementary need for a bimonthly magazine!"

Wang Rui smiled happily holding the data from all over the country: "This month's subscription volume increased by 7 percentage points year-on-year, mainly because the sales of major bookstores and newsstands increased sharply. The original number of publications was not enough. According to the data growth line, the second issue of the same period has been printed and ready to be sold."

The entire magazine was filled with laughter and joy. Wang Rui walked over and shook Zhong Yue's hand, "Looking forward to your masterpiece."

Zhong Yue nodded gently and sat in his seat. He didn't think this was such a valuable event. This painting would come in handy sooner or later. Even if he didn't use it, he would soon be taken out by Ouyang Ming at the personal calligraphy and painting exhibition held in Shanghai. Zhong Yue just warmed up in advance.

"Teacher Qiu, drink tea."

Zhong Yue turned his head slightly and pointed it lightly. This is his common way to express his gratitude.

Zhao Lele sat on the chair beside him and pushed his glasses, "Last weekend, Sasha and I watched the movie..."

Zhong Yue remembered that it seemed that he had not settled the fee for Zhao Lele yet! Liu Ping gave him a thousand overtime fee, and he spent 300 to see Sasha's teeth, and other expenses on the weekend spent another 300 yuan. Zhong Yue's remaining money is only more than 300 yuan, but soon, he got money, so Zhong Yue gave all the money in the envelope in the drawer to Zhao Lele.

"Oh, you...you misunderstood. I'm not talking about money. The magazine has responded to all the fees. I heard from Sasha that you are only in your twenties...so she called your name?"

Zhao Lele is the same as everyone else in the newspaper. When he saw Zhong Yue, he thought he was a respected old painter, because he could not see any tender brushes from Zhong Yue's paintings, and he seemed very experienced and skillful. However, during the chat with Sasha, Zhong Yue's image in her mind was completely subverted.

young people.

The mysterious origin.

Calm and mature mind.

When these information interacted, the impact on Zhao Lele was so severe that it made her puzzled what Zhong Yue was here to do.

"Oh, is there any problem?" Zhong Yue wrote the rebellious question on paper.

Zhao Lele raised his head, yes, is there any problem? It seems that Zhong Yue never told them his age, but they just put a series of words such as the old man and pitiful into him with preconceived ideas. Now when they think about it, it seems like this.

"No... I'll go to work."

Zhong Yue crossed his hands, and the skin on his hands was very white and shiny, which was very close to the skin of a normal person. The palms were the closest place to the skin and bones. Zhong Yue had never stopped offering the Nine Powers of the Gods and Mans these days, and his body also received continuous feeding from the Nine Powers of the Gods and Mans. The kind of yin and yang harmony is something that no medicine can achieve.

So Zhong Yue's complexion is getting better and better day by day, compared to when he was just discharged from the hospital, it is much better.

In addition to columnists and some commissions, the magazine will have many submissions. This is what Zhong Yue likes to do the most. His inspiration for painting now also comes from this, so sometimes Zhong Yue can sit in his seat and not write for a day, but once he starts writing, it may be the time when a series of paintings are released. Illustrations do not require a very complete conception, it is a sense of shot in a moment, which is different from the layout of traditional paintings.

When it was about to get off work, an uninvited guest came to the magazine.

"Sir, our magazine is about to get off work."

The old man who was rushing to the dust narrowed his eyes, held a magazine in his hand, and said, "I want to find this Mr. Qiu Shan."

"This...is there anything you have to do?"

The old man straightened his waist and said with a serious expression: "I want to buy a painting."

"Buy a painting? This one?"

"I think, please let me talk to Mr. Qiu, okay?"

The clerk of the magazine smiled and said, "Can you disclose your name easily? I'll ask Teacher Qiu."

"I am Qin Hai."

"Okay, Mr. Qin, please wait." Clerk Xiao Li walked to the corner of the editorial department. Zhong Yue had already packed up his painting tools and was about to get off work.

"Teacher Qiu, a gentleman named Qin Hai came to you and said he wanted to buy a painting."
Chapter completed!