It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"It would be great if I could be a copy master ()"

Light novels, a familiar word.

On the one hand, the content of the light and different styles is inseparable from the packaging of the book on the other hand.

The so-called packaging.

It is the sum of the products and incentives that attract the attention of all customers and make them purchase.

Taking ordinary works as an example, the title layout, book cover, book waist, introduction, and illustrations are all part of the packaging.

Among these things, the most important to light novels are illustrations.

No matter how charming characters appear in the book, how shocking the plot development is... If it is not reflected in the illustrations, the attractiveness index will drop by half first.

Therefore, for the majority of light novelists, the illustrator responsible for drawing the illustrations of their works is like the supreme existence that can control their destiny.

Just like the gods of all walks of life.

Ever since Leijian Wenku and Bilibili developed a brand-new illustration style, the illustration industry has been in a state where, led by Su Chen and Su Xiaoxiao, gods are everywhere.

There are the only almighty gods in the industry like Su Chen and Su Xiaoxiao, there are small gods who are not very reliable, there are gods who are strong but lack stability, and there are gods who create problems and cause trouble for the publishing industry...

Now, sunny morning.

Mr. Dan is sitting face to face with two reliable "gods", discussing work issues.

The two painters are Yinsha and Fengyu.

Su Chen's former comic assistant, now publishes original comics in a single volume in the name of the studio, and occasionally accepts business orders, designs characters, or adapts comics.

What we are talking about now is the cooperation of the comic adaptation of Mr. Dan's "Listen to Dad".

Today, he can be regarded as a best-selling author.

Under Su Chen's introduction, it is not unreasonable to invite Yinsha and Fengyu as the lead writers.

"Yeah, that's it. In the future, I will ask the two teachers to take care of the comic work of "I want to listen to my father."

"Yes, each other."

Then, the two women, Mr. Dan and the editor of Qingyu together, the four of them had a simple meal and happily shared a wave of work-related topics.

Afterwards, they returned to the apartment.

Since the workload of this manga is still quite heavy, Yinsha and Fengyu planned to start off with a few dozen or hundreds of pages on the first day.

Putting on lighter home clothes, Yinsha and Fengyu worked hard to draw on the table in the apartment.

in a minute.

A little tired, put down the pen, and the two of them stretched.

Another minute passed.

Tired again, let's make a cup of black tea, one cup for each person, to refresh your mind.

After drinking the black tea, work hard for ten minutes.

No, after drinking, I suddenly have no mood to continue painting.

Fiddle with your phone for a while.

Oh, this group of painters is really interesting.

Everyone in it is talented, and they speak nicely.

The melons in this post bar are so delicious, the average person on the Internet is a great writer, and the clown is actually by my side.

The two women looked down at their mobile phones with a very high synchronization rate.

After a while.

I finally remembered that today's fixed amount of work has not been completed.

So I put away my sloppy mind and concentrated on painting for half an hour.

then.

"Feng Yu, do you want to play some games?"

"But today's drawing..."

"It's okay, I'll draw again later, let's play a little bit, I recently learned a LOL top score routine, you give me support, we two come to rank for a round, just one round."

Since Yinsha said to only play one game...

"Uh... that's fine."

Feng Yu hesitated briefly and agreed.

It took only half an hour for a game to last.

It is not too late to work again after half an hour.

Anyway, both of them are old painters, so the speed is definitely not bad.

Thinking like this.

Afterwards, I swam in the Summoner Canyon with Yinsha.

Bottom road happy yellow-hair combination routine, ez Galax.

After one game, one side surrendered in 15 minutes, and the two girls gave away 11 heads together.

Teammates put on pain masks directly.

"How did this happen?"

"There is no gaming experience at all!"

Yinsha, who finished a round of the game, was troubled. She was a shooter after all, but she couldn't even beat anyone. She couldn't help but feel depressed.

——This b game is like this.

Sometimes, I want to play a game to change my mood, but when I go in, I am beaten on the ground by the enemy.

After playing, I feel more depressed and uncomfortable than before playing.

Glancing at the time, one game counted the time for queuing for BP, and it did not exceed twenty minutes.

So Yinsha also said angrily: "Why don't we play another round, at least it's a bit of game experience."

"OK."

Maybe because it was still early, Feng Yu agreed.

And there is one more thing, the game just now was really uncomfortable, the kind of frustration that couldn't even get an assist, the kind of irritability... I understand it all.

Start another round of ranking.

This time it is a bit of a game experience, a balance of power throughout the process.

However, before the last team battle of the Nakano teammates, there was a wave of two hits and five cerebral hemorrhage operations, and both of them were killed in the wild area, making the fierce battle of the previous 30 minutes all useless, and the opponent pushed the base flat while dancing.

Good guy.

After this round, Yinsha couldn't help but get angrier.

Mental explosion.

"What kind of teammate is this? I'm convinced... Let's be serious and try another game, at least get our first victory."

"That... today's drawing?" Feng Yu blushed.

"If you win this game, start to draw, otherwise I will be helpless if I draw now."

Feng Yu: "..."

Forget it, as long as you are happy.

Today, the little girl has the right to risk her life to accompany the gentleman.

About three and a half hours passed.

It was completely dark.

"Damn it hahaha finally won a game! I'm MVP super god, hahaha! Feng Yu, do you think I can hang up?"

Yinsha quit the game in surprise, and opened the wegame record page to enjoy.

Above that, beneath the only green, was a dense mass of red.

——The two went down in double row, and they lost all afternoon before winning one game.

It's outrageous.

In every sense.

Feng Yu wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

"Yeah, you're the best, you're the worst..."

"...So, can we start working?" She reminded weakly.

"Of course!" Yinsha patted herself on the chest full of energy, and stood up, "I am in the best condition now! It is not a problem to draw a scroll in one go!"

"Come on, get to work! Let's work till dark!"

Feng Yu covered her face, unable to complain anymore: "Then what, it's already dark now..."

"Ah, what time is it?" Yinsha had a bewildered expression on her face.

"Yanjing time, 7:12pm."

"What the hell?"

Yinsha was dumbfounded, "Why... We played for four full hours just now?"

"What do you think?" Feng Yu stared angrily.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"So, why are you still in a daze, hurry up and draw!" Feng Yu said.

The two hurriedly picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and continued to work on the digital board.

Wait until nine o'clock in the evening.

Only half of the scheduled amount was completed.

After thinking about it for a while, Yinsha suddenly put down the pen slowly.

"What are you doing? Why don't you continue to draw?" Feng Yu glanced at her and said non-stop.

Yinsha looked calm: "I'm thinking, I'm sure I won't be able to finish painting today, why don't I delay the manuscript, the studio is also closed collectively, so let's take a vacation..."

Feng Yu: "..."

What kind of countermeasure is this?

besides……

Don't say such things with a blank face, you are too skilled to suspend publications and delay manuscripts every now and then, right?

"It's okay to suspend the publication, but what about Teacher Yidan?"

"Ann, I'll find a reason to procrastinate over there. After all, we're all colleagues in the same company, so it's not like we don't give you any favors?"

Regarding the operation that Yinsha had already arranged, Feng Yu was speechless.

qq.

After the two discussed and confirmed, they quickly reported the news to the editor.

For the ace painter of Leijian Library, the editor agreed to this small request in seconds.

then.

Yinsha joyfully sent the holiday news to the qq group.

"For the next week, the publication of the work will be suspended. You can read more comics and draw materials, or you can accept the draft request list in your own name."

As soon as the news came out, many painters effervescently expressed their congratulations.

"Okay! It's closed again!"

"Forbidden."

"walk slowly."

"Wonderful."

"Why did you suspend the publication all of a sudden?"

"Congratulations, the boss is probably lazy again."

"Low EQ: I'm too lazy to draw today's work, I'm bored, so I might as well just take a break from the publication for a few days.

High emotional intelligence: Inspiration is exhausted, so I stopped to collect materials, and by the way, I will give everyone in the studio a wave of holiday benefits. "

"Understanding person 233 upstairs."

"It's not easy to be a painter, but to paint and cherish."

The small QQ group is full of joy.

After Yinsha saw it, she didn't bother to interact, and directly gave the active sensible painter a wave of silence package.

— Boy, you know too much.

Do it all.

The two women packed up the half-finished drawings.

A burst of relief.

Since the publication will be closed tomorrow, let's just forget about work.

Yinsha even called Su Xiaoxiao.

Ask her if she has time tomorrow to play Mahjong and Fight the Landlord together in my spare time.

The latter naturally agreed when he heard it.

Yinsha said that she would invite Su Chen again, or grab Xia Fan directly, so as to make a complete mahjong table.

And just after everything was arranged and the mahjong game was played at what time the next day——

Boss Dan called.

"Mr. Yinsha, it's already the second day... The character design you mentioned yesterday morning..."

"This, sorry, we haven't finished drawing here."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry today." Mr. Dan said politely on the phone, "May I ask when I can draw it?"

"Well...in ten days' time."

"What?"

"The original manuscript will be released in ten days. This... the recent workload is relatively heavy, so we temporarily take a week off to collect materials for the comics."

Yinsha held the phone between her shoulders, and flicked the mahjong tiles with both hands.

Since several of them are their own people, playing mahjong with the purpose of playing casually, there is no use of mahjong machines, and the cards are shuffled and placed manually.

over the phone.

Noticing the sound from Yinsha's side, Dan Zong's cheeks twitched.

He is also an adult in his thirties.

I'm not familiar with this voice.

"By the way, Teacher Yinsha, may I ask, are you...?"

"Huh? I'm collecting materials, what's wrong?" Yinsha responded casually.

Then, off the phone—

"Dongfeng."

"Northern wind."

"Nine articles."

"Touch! Seventy thousand."

"Pass a bar...get rich"

Boss Egg: "..."

Girl, do you think I'm deaf?

This is so clearly the sound of playing mahjong, you tell me to get the material...

This is called material?

Playing mahjong is a good source!

He dared not speak out in his heart.

"That's it, then don't bother Teacher Yinsha, and continue to take care of you after your break is over." Mr. Dan can only be humble online.

——Also, I don't know if it was an illusion, but he even heard Su Chen's voice on the mahjong table on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, okay." Yinsha hurriedly hung up the phone.

Then, just after hanging up——

"Who gets rich and who gets rich? It's a draw, it's a draw!"

"I called..." The opposite Su Chen looked depressed.

Old and unlucky.

"Haha, dealer, two gongs, single smash, tears on the gong..."

"Five, 32, Mr. Su is angry."

"..."

The atmosphere at the mahjong table is at its peak.

the other side.

After thinking about it over the phone, Mr. Dan, who always felt unbalanced in his heart, finally plucked up the courage and sent a message to the editor in charge.

Give it a try and see if you can get the full leave of absence.

"Editor Qingyu, can the publication of the next volume's special edition be postponed for half a month?"

murmur:"?"

Mr. Dan: "That's right, I want to suspend publication for a week and a half."

When Qingyu saw this, he was shocked.

Closed?

Just a week and a half a month?

What a joke!

Now is the hottest period of time for "Listen to Dad", and the special codes have begun to be sold vigorously...

During such an eye-catching time period, if you give me a backhand to suspend the publication, I will not agree to you if I am too confused!

So Qingyu said directly: "No! Why do you suddenly ask, is there any special reason for the suspension?"

"The inspiration is exhausted, the code is difficult, and what I write is like plain boiled water, which is already a salted fish... I need to take a break from publication for a while, adjust my status, and collect materials."

Mr. Dan tried his best to fight for the opportunity to suspend the journal.

However.

Qingyu understood it in seconds, and replied with a sneer: "Come on, ghosts believe you. If you don't have a source of inspiration, I'll invite you to sit in the small black room of Leijian Library."

Boss Egg: "..."

He was so frightened that he shivered unnaturally in front of the computer screen!

Who can stand a little black house special meow if there is a disagreement?

Recalling the fear of being dominated again...

Mr. Dan hurriedly used his special skills to change his face: "Haha, I was just joking. The lack of inspiration is a joke, just a joke-I won't bother you to visit tomorrow."

Whispering: "Hmph, if you have the time to joke around, why not conceive a special code."

Mr. Dan: "Oh, editor, listen to me, actually, I have a reason why I can't code now."

Whispering: "You started again?"

Boss Dan: "I was diagnosed with cancer, and the doctor informed me that I have a few days to live. Now when we talk, we always say one sentence less!"

"Hehe, make it up, keep making it up." Qingyu's heart didn't fluctuate at this time.

He has long been used to fighting wits with Boss Dan.

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Mr. Dan continued to sell miserably: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow I had never seen such a cold-blooded person, actually do not even give up squeezing patients who are dying..."

"Is this society still going to get better? I'm shaking and cold, as the editor in charge of a brand company like Leijian Library, won't your conscience hurt?"

As he talked, Mr. Dan almost moved himself.

However, Qingyu didn't accept this, and finally warned with indifference:

"Teacher Dandan, I don't know if I have a conscience... But I will tell you very seriously now, and if you play these useless jokes with me again, I will come to visit directly the next day, and serve you in the little black room!"

Mr. Dan was trembling.

Seeing Qingyu's reply, he also knew that he had nothing to do next.

Alas, let's be honest and rush to draft.

He struggled to open the coding software.

Today's wins and losses:

——Dan Zong's defeat.

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