Rebirth of Hong Kong 1981

   Chapter 212 Throwing a Melon

   Back at Xue's house, seeing that Father Xue, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa on time every day, was not there, Yang Chen was a little surprised, then changed his shoes and walked towards the kitchen.

   Seeing that Mother Xue, who had already cooked food in the past, had just started to wash the vegetables, Yang Chen asked in doubt, "Auntie, has my uncle come back yet?"

   Mother Xue turned her head and said, "Your uncle called at noon and said that he would be back an hour late at night."

   "There is mung bean soup I made in the refrigerator. You and Yu Fei should eat something to make a stomach first."

   "Oh, good." Yang Chen nodded after listening.

   If it wasn't for herself today, Xue Yufei would definitely not know when she would get off work.

   No need to guess that he knew that Father Xue must have been busy with the opening of the store after hearing the advertisement caused a sensation.

From the refrigerator, he brought out the mung bean soup that Mother Xue cooked at noon, and Yang Chen went to the kitchen to wash two bowls. After filling the mung bean soup, Yang Chen saw that Xue Yufei was still reading in those fashion magazines, and he couldn't help but have a headache and said: "Rain Come on, Fei, don't look at it, let's drink mung bean soup."

  Put the mung bean soup in Xue Yufei's hand, Yang Chen said speechlessly, "I said, as for you, if the response is good, no one may buy it, what are you excited about?"

   After finishing speaking, he took a gulp of the cool mung bean soup. Maybe Xue's mother added some sugar after cooking, so that the mung bean soup had a hint of sweetness.

   But the sweetness is not very strong. Father Xue and Mother Xue are both old. Although there is no disease such as diabetes, it is not good to eat too much dessert.

   Xue Yufei said angrily when she heard Yang Chen's words: "Don't talk nonsense, you are the only one who doesn't care about such a big thing."

  Yang Chen drank the mung bean soup nonchalantly, curled his lips and said, "Is this a big deal?"

   Hearing this, Xue Yufei opened her mouth and finally thought of something, rolled her eyes, threw the magazine aside in frustration, didn't return to him, and quietly started drinking mung bean soup.

   If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she had seen with her own eyes that Yang Chen was still secretly investing in the stock market behind him, and the number was terrifyingly large, she would never have imagined that the fiancé sitting beside her would be so bold.

   Having invested so much money in the stock market for someone else, it would be nice to have a safe meal every day, there is such an indifferent attitude as Yang Chen is now.

   He should eat and drink, and he can't see any pressure on him.

  Sometimes every day, I only go to HSBC, and I don’t even have time to make a phone call.

   If it wasn't for the fact that the stock market had been rising continuously during this time, and He Chaoqiong had been helping Yang Chen to stare at the stock market, she would have had a heart attack.

   Seeing that Xue Yufei didn't speak, Yang Chen slumped on the sofa after drinking a bowl of mung bean soup, and kicked Xue Yufei who was drinking mung bean soup with his feet.

   "Why?" Xue Yufei gave Yang Chen a puzzled look.

   "Go and get me the sketchbook and pen."

   Xue Yufei listened, put down the bowl, and quickly took out a sketchbook and a pen from the room of the two of them.

   Now the two of them are living in the same room. In the past, Yang Chen's room, he didn't really like to go in it himself.

Although he inherited the memory of his predecessor, Yang Chen didn't particularly like what the other party liked, so as long as he went back to Xue's house, Yang Chen would live in the same room with Xue Yufei after being lectured by his mother last time. .

   took over the sketchbook, Yang Chen took a look at the previous record, while thinking about it, he started writing.

   "What happened to the manga club?"

  Xue Yufei said hard: "With the help of Sister Xue, more than a dozen people have joined the comic club. Although those people are good at drawing, they have no experience. I'm thinking about going there to poach people recently."

   Xu Siqi is very strict in the selection of comic book members. Although there are more students in the Department of Fine Arts of Hong Kong University, few are able to gain Xu Siqi's eyes.

   In addition, as the vice president of the student union, Xu Siqi has a certain understanding of his classmates and juniors, so he really saved Xue Yufei a lot of time in recruiting personnel.

   "Don't worry, as long as the people who join have solid basic skills, you can accumulate and learn slowly if you have no experience, but the premise must be that you like the comics industry.

   As for poaching, let me give you an opinion. You can directly advertise on ATV. The interview object is not necessarily only a local cartoonist in Hong Kong. As long as cartoonists from other countries have works, they can come over. "

   As a comic book club that was not yet well-known, Yang Chen didn't even think about lifting it up in a day. Comics, like novels, belonged to a slow-moving industry.

  It is useless to be in a hurry, he can only take his time, it is still early, he can afford to wait.

   "By the way, did the people who joined signed a contract with them?"

  Xue Yufei nodded and said, "It has already been signed, and some of them are seniors and seniors who have graduated from the previous class."

"Well, in two days, you can pick out a dozen episodes of the outline I drew and send them to the signatories, so that they can carefully compile the story according to the content of the outline, so that I can choose the right one from them. Candidates for painting.”

  Like fiction, short stories and short comics have become less interesting as readers read longer.

  The story is too short, and it disappears after watching it, which makes people speechless.

   Therefore, many novels and comics in later generations belong to what kind of old grandma's foot-binding cloth, smelly and long, moving a million words, hundreds of episodes have become the norm.

   As for tens of millions of characters and hundreds of episodes, they are all at the level of great gods. No matter how good or bad they are, everyone who can write and draw so many people is awesome.

   Of course, the reason why there are millions of characters and hundreds of episodes of comics is actually determined by the market, not the author.

   The determinants of this market are actually a group of paying readers. They are no longer interested in short stories, they are boring, and authors naturally need to follow the trend of the times.

  Different from later e-books, the quality of novels and comics can be judged based on reader feedback.

   In this era, there is no mobile phone, no Internet, and every novel and comic has a certain cost.

   Therefore, it is almost impossible for hundreds of thousands of novelists and cartoonists to appear in this era.

   For the judgment of a cartoonist, the first step is to start with the other side's painter. A person who can't even pass the level of the painter is destined to be the first batch of eliminations.

   As for the content inside, whether it is exciting or not, the editor will continue to look down after the first level.

  If the editor thinks it’s good, if you stay, you’re just getting started. Yes, you read it right, and getting the editor’s approval is just getting started. As for the next few hurdles, it’s hard to say.

  In this era, the novels and comics that can be published are basically people who are outstanding in both aspects.

   Any one placed in the later generations belongs to the level of a great god, which is not an exaggeration at all.

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   (end of this chapter)