After walking out of the editorial department, Fang Yuan heard the sound of calling himself.

He turned around and looked at Hirose Kanyin who was catching up with him, and smiled bitterly and asked, "What's wrong with Miss Hirose? Why don't you take this opportunity to discuss the work with the editor?"

Hirose Kanyin shook her head and whispered: "Oyasan's reaction just now shows that my work is not qualified to comment at all, and the other party is very busy. It is impossible to specifically guide a cartoonist like me who is not under his name."

Indeed, there are good people in the workplace, but not many. People like Yuma Oya, even at the bottom of the editorial department, are already big shots compared to most quasi-comic artists.

If such a big shot wastes time guiding irrelevant people every day, it sounds bad that it is serious dereliction of duty, and it is possible to be warned by the editorial department.

Fujii Fangyuan also understood it all at once. He had no intention of wasting time with the beauty here. Although Hirose Kanyin's kindness reminder just now was also very touched, now he just wants to buy time and try it in the other two comics weekly magazines.

So he nodded, looked around and said, "Miss Hirose, if you have time, let's discuss it together. Now I have something to do... To be honest, I want to try my luck at the other two big weekly magazines, so I lost my companion first."

Hirose Kanyin smiled. She flipped through the package she was carrying, then took out a piece of paper, handed it to Fujii Kazura, and said, "I know you are very anxious now, and I won't bother you anymore. This is a small comic lover organization formed by me and a few friends. There is a tea party the day after tomorrow, which is all about newcomers in the industry to exchange their experiences. If Fujii San has time, you are welcome to give me some guidance."

"It's so polite to say that the guidance is, I will definitely go if I have time."

After taking it, Fang Yuan glanced briefly, which read the location and time of the tea party.

It seems to be hand-painted. It doesn't seem like these guys are very expensive. It's not the Failers League...

It is very likely that this is the case. Is it necessary to show off in the face of failure?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is good. Although I don’t even count as a floppy person nowadays - floppy refers to someone who has published works but has a very poor reaction or is an ordinary person.

Fang Yuan looked at the sky. In a small country like the island country, the weather changed as soon as possible. The originally clear sky suddenly became dark clouds, and it looked like it was about to rain.

He looked at Hirose Kanyin and smiled. After all, the other party was good to him, and it seemed to have a little intentional flattery. Normal people would feel happy.

He was no exception, and his anger of being intercepted was slightly weakened.

"Miss Hirose, it's raining soon. You didn't bring an umbrella out, so you might as well go and hide from the rain as soon as possible. I will try my best to attend this tea party."

After hearing Fujii Kazura's agreement, Hirose Kanyin also smiled and said yes, then quickly turned around and walked to the station - she really didn't bring an umbrella. Although she wore looser clothes to cover her proud parts, if she was wet and stuck together, it would be a bit too lustful.

If you cause any bad attention, it will be troublesome.

After seeing Hirose Guanyin walking far away, Fang Yuan also walked towards the taxi. It was almost noon now, and the editorial departments of Sunday and Dream were not in the same area. It took more than two hours to go back and forth, so he had to hurry up.

...

Sitting on the bus home, Fujii Fangyuan no longer felt the boiling feeling of just leaving the door, as if he was thrown into the face by cold water - and it was three consecutive buckets.

The editor of Sunday is not polite at all. After reading the works, he directly said that the works serialized in the weekly magazine are very popular now and there is no need to replace them. If you can last for a few years, maybe your chance will come. How about it, join our sunday family quickly!

See you again.

Dream's situation is slightly better. They have two works to be cut in half and will be released next month. One of them has a quota, and the other is given to a new female editor.

It’s a pity that the female editor may have been taking a long serial for the first time and has been asking for manuscripts everywhere. She hasn’t returned to the office for more than ten days, so she can only wait for her to come back.

In other words, there is still hope, but I don’t know when, and maybe the female editor has found the target.

Both companies have great vision. Although they can't see the future potential of Dragon Ball - they can't see anything in just three episodes, they can still see such a sophisticated brushwork and composition, which must be of great potential. At least there is no problem with serialization.

It’s just a carrot and a pit, and they can’t suddenly cut off their works and push for an unknown work.

If it is really so simple and easy to decide on a serialization of a comic, such a magazine may have temporary success, but it will definitely end up bankruptcy.

When I got home, it was already past 10 o'clock in the evening.

After Fujii Fangyuan, who had no food, entered the house, took off his shoes and socks, tidied up his shoes, put down the umbrella he had just bought before entering the house.

I saw my father Ichiro Fujii wearing a bathrobe and looking at the newspaper, while my mother Eiko Fujii walked to the door and looked at him and asked, "Son, have you eaten? It was raining heavily just now, are you not wet?"

After hearing what his mother said, Fang Yuan felt warm in his heart. He shook his head and said, "I haven't eaten yet, my clothes are fine. I bought an umbrella and came back."

After listening, Huizi immediately said to go and heat up the food, and then walked out of the hall.

At this time, Fujii Ichiro, who had a typical face with a serious face in the island nation and exuded a Showa breath, raised his head, showed half of his face from the back of the newspaper, and asked, "How is it? I heard you took your own to submit your article today?"

He walked to the platform and sat down. Fang Yuan nodded. He did not hide the matter of his contribution from his mother Huizi. It must be her who told her father.

He honestly told what happened today, and finally shook his head a little depressed and sighed.

Fujii Ichiro's face changed a little. He put down the newspaper and then reached out and said, "I haven't read your comics yet, take them out and show them to me."

"Ah? Dad, do you really want to see it? Maybe we have a little different understanding, that is, the generation gap. You may not like the things I draw..."

"When your dad was reading comics in the bookstore, you didn't know where you were. What nonsense, please bring it over." Fujii Ichiro said angrily.

Fang Yuan smiled and took out his first three chapters from his briefcase, then ran to the room, and took out his subsequent comics.

My dad is not an outsider, so there is no need to be on guard.

And today he also figured out that the protection of copyright in this world's island country is more exaggerated than in the past. Once the plagiarism and plagiarism are implemented, even if a lawyer is hired, it is legally a good difference between a "death penalty" and a "death reprieve" in the workplace, so you don't have to worry too much at all.

After taking the manuscript, Ichiro Fujii began to read it carefully and carefully. He was so fascinated that Fang Yuan was a little surprised.

Why did my dad suddenly want to read his comics?
Chapter completed!