Chapter 90 Dedicated Female Driver

Two months later.

Friday.

Magic City comic drawing.

Within the first editing group.

At this time, the editor-in-chief Bai Yang was summarizing last month's sales results, looking at the rise and fall of his chest and the distance the spit flew.

Obviously, he was in a bad mood.

"Snapped!"

Bai Yang threw the performance report on the conference table and looked at the new editors sitting at the end of the long table with cold eyes:

"You have been in the industry for more than half a year. Do you know what is the most important thing as a comics editor?"

"Eye!" One of the newcomers said after hesitation.

"Xingba, it turns out that you also know that it's about vision, so when you choose works, are your eyes stuffed with donkey hair?"

Bai Yang loosened his suit and tie and turned on the taunting mode:

"The work you are responsible for has the second-lowest sales volume this month. Do you think it is too easy to become a full-time employee, or do you think it's because your family has a mine that you can't bear to pay such a meager salary?"

But I am only responsible for selecting the works, and it is you, the editor-in-chief, who really makes the final decision. Xing Ba feels like he has become the scapegoat.

He shrank his neck and looked hurt:

"Boss, I'll pay attention next time."

There was no way he could do it. As one of the top three comics clubs in China, he cherished this hard-won internship opportunity.

But after glancing at the young girl beside him, Xingba secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't panic, he still has a backup candidate.

Whether you can successfully become a regular employee this time depends entirely on the support of your peers.

Sensing Xingba's scrutiny, Liu Ruoyan frowned secretly, this damn fat man, is this a joke on her?

That's right, the sales volume of Xingba, the penultimate one, is tens of thousands of times higher than hers.

Because the work she was responsible for was interrupted this month, the reason the cartoonist gave her was——

Running out of inspiration, go out and get materials!

It was really difficult for her as a newbie to edit.

When the editor assigned this cartoonist to her, she thought she had found a treasure.

Because this cartoonist is somewhat famous in the industry and has several masterpieces with good sales to his name.

Being able to become his editor-in-chief, Liu Ruoyan felt that it was a performance appraisal for him to become a regular intern.

Well, this wave should be stable.

She celebrated in advance with her best friends and even opened the champagne.

But who would have thought that at the most critical moment, that fat guy would stop updating.

That guy serialized a comic in which the female character broke out of her clothes whenever they disagreed with her. When he ran out of inspiration, where could he draw inspiration from?

Liu Ruoyan had some doubts. When he was consoling the lost girl, he was invited into the station for tea by the police uncle.

"Yu Ji, why did Teacher Aoi stop updating this month? How do you, the editor in charge, do your work?" Bai Yang frowned as he looked at Liu Ruoyan at the end of the long table.

He actually likes this girl very much.

She has outstanding academic qualifications, a solid job, long and straight legs, durable looks, and loves to wear black stockings.

In short, it was because of the girl's ability that he assigned this cartoonist with good grades to her name.

Unexpectedly, we had a discontinued update.

Alas, beautiful girls are indeed unreliable. Bai Yang labeled Liu Ruoyan a vase in his heart.

"Editor-in-Chief, Aoi-sensei has run out of inspiration."

Grabbing the beautiful black stocking legs under the table, Liu Ruoyan's tone was a little weak:

"But he went out to collect materials this month, and he will definitely resume updating next month."

"Why go out to collect materials? These cartoonists who have become famous have become lazy after becoming financially free."

Bai Yang patted the table and looked a little ugly:

"Look at how diligent those newcomers are, updating on time every week, because they have just debuted and have not accumulated wealth."

"If you don't have money in your hand, you naturally don't have the capital to go out to collect materials, and you can't touch the warm things."

Considering that Liu Ruoyan was a young girl, Bai Yang stopped talking and didn't say anything too explicit.

But the senior editors sitting at the front of the long table all showed meaningful smiles.

Well, I understand everything!

They, the otaku cartoonists, naturally want to find a technician to relax after they have money in hand.

Veteran editors have all heard this industry anecdote:

Because a technician was tired of the life of entertainment and entertainment, he chose to wash his hands and go back to his hometown, where he found an honest man to spend the rest of his life with.

And the cartoonist who often came to talk to her, in order to commemorate his lost youth, serialized a popular cartoon——

"My Technician No. 18"

"Ahem."

Bai Yang cleared his throat to stop everyone's thoughts. He repeated the question just now:

"Yu Ji, as a comic editor, do you know what is most important?"

"Eye." Liu Ruoyan replied decisively.

How could she not be able to answer the question she just asked?

"wrong!"

This time Bai Yang gave a completely different answer: "It's communication!"

"When dealing with new cartoonists, we must have a vision for selecting works, but when it comes to cartoonists with achievements like Aoi-sensei."

"We need to communicate with them frequently to prevent them from causing trouble."

"I know editor-in-chief."

Liu Ruoyan nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I will communicate with Teacher Aoi in the future and strive for common progress, so that things like interruption of updates will not happen again."

"Maybe there is no future. The team will assess the performance of you newcomers next month."

Bai Yang shook his head and said: "If he can't resume updates before the end of the month, you will lose the chance to become a regular employee."

After the meeting.

Liu Ruoyan returned to her work station a little dejectedly.

Will updates resume before the end of the month?

This is simply impossible!

I don’t know where that fat bastard went to hang out, and I lost contact with her a few days ago.

She has only one choice now, which is to contact a new cartoonist so that she can replace that fat nerd.

But she is just a new editor with limited resources. If she wants to contact established cartoonists who have achieved results, they may not pay attention to her.

Moreover, these cartoonists have their own fixed editors, so her success rate in finding corners is not high.

Unless she can give something.

Pinching her beautiful legs with black stockings, Liu Ruoyan quickly got rid of this terrible thought.

Even if she is fired, even if she sweeps the road, she will not take this evil path.

Turning on the computer, she pinned her hopes on the newly sent manuscripts from her cartoonist in the mailbox.

Looking forward to encountering a good work.

Two hours later.

Liu Ruoyan collapsed on the back of the seat in exhaustion, looking at the computer screen with dull eyes.

Like a broken doll.

Sure enough, it was so naive.

The cartoonists who can contribute to her are naturally newcomers.

Some painters are not good at it.

Some plots are crappy.
To be continued...