The next morning, Zhong Yue went to the magazine again.

The girl with big black glasses was received. The trend is really a cycle of reincarnation in twenty years. The most popular glasses frames that the little girl has now, exactly the same as Feng Zikai's.

"My name is Zhao Lele." The little girl carried the work permit hanging on her chest.

Zhong Yue nodded slightly and signaled the question mark.

"Editor-in-Chief, Mr. Qiu is here."

Liu Ping pushed her glasses, walked out of the office, and smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Qiu, come with me, our executive president wants to see you."

Zhong Yue followed Liu Ping, who had some water waist, and walked towards the corridor on one side. When he arrived at the door of three separate office meetings, Editor-in-Chief Liu knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

"President Wang, Mr. Zhong is here."

The middle-aged man stood up, pressed his unbuttoned suit with one hand, and smiled and said, "Mr. Qiu, please, Aping, go and have someone pour two cups of tea."

"Hello, Mr. Qiu, my name is Wang Rui." The middle-aged man shook hands with Zhong Yue and signaled Zhong Yue to sit on the sofa, "You wrap yourself up like this, this is..."

Zhong Yue wrote it on the note in a pen, "I was burned and I couldn't stand it."

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I read your painting yesterday. Now fewer and fewer people use Chinese painting techniques to draw comics, especially those who paint so vividly like you. I would like to ask, where are you learning from? Don't worry, I have no other meaning."

Zhong Yue shook his head.

President Wang smiled awkwardly.

"President, the tea is here." Zhao Lele knocked on the door.

"Come in." Wang Rui continued, "I felt a lot after seeing your paintings by Mr. Qiu yesterday, but the style needs to be changed a lot. I don't know if Mr. Qiu can grasp it. In this way, the probation period is one month. If you do well, then the salary for the first month will be set at 5,000. What do you think?"

What Zhong Yue thought was not about making more money, but at this stage he really had to find a place to calm him down. On the one hand, healing his wounds, on the other hand, he could understand the customs and culture, and learn from Master Feng’s instructions on his painting subtraction.

The development of painting has become today, and the theme of flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rivers and animals is only said that for the public, it has become aesthetic fatigue. It seems boring to be exhibited in an elegant art museum, and it has a tasteless feeling of eating. He must find the meaning and expression of his paintings.

Zhong Yue nodded and agreed.

Wang Rui crossed his fingers and said with a smile: "That's it, someone will contact you later. By the way, you have a place to live. If not, we can provide dormitories here."

Zhong Yue hesitated for a moment and felt that it would be better not to scare people like this, so he shook his head and said that he didn't need it.

...

"Come with me, this is your desk, a little closer to the bathroom." Liu Ping smiled awkwardly, "It is convenient for you to wash the inkstone and change the water."

Zhong Yue glanced at the desk. Fortunately, this was not the position facing the bathroom, but it was just a corner position against the bathroom, but there was a window next to it. Looking down, you could see the street view of the city and nodded.

Liu Ping said: "There are ten manuscripts here, so you can practice it first. We are about to transform into a bimonthly magazine. In addition to illustrations, each issue of the journal will have a theme cover, which must be designed and completed by you. During this probation period, your works are only used as alternative plans and will be submitted as a plan with the works of the part-time artist before. If you perform well during the probation period, you will soon become the art editor of our New Reader magazine."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly. Still want to pk? This is a bit of a stake in people's jobs. However, in this era, competition is inevitable. In the past, he used to make rapid progress. Now, in this kind of life, it is also an experience to experience the pressure and cruelty of competition.

Seeing Zhong Yue in a daze, Liu Ping said, "Then you can do whatever you want, I'll go to work first."

Zhong Yue put his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Since it is an illustration, the color is always needed. For this reason, he also exchanged some Chinese painting pigments from the system. The Chinese painting pigments bought on the market are all chemical pigments, while the real Chinese painting pigments are made up of a combination of minerals and natural plant pigments.

The porcelain boxes were filled with the most basic pigments. Seeing the bottles and jars on Zhong Yue’s table, some girls from the editorial department who passed by were surrounded by Zhong Yue and chattering.

"Teacher Qiu, are these Chinese painting paints? They all look so high-end."

"Is this cinnabar? It's so different from the aluminum tube pigment I used before."

Liu Ping heard the voice outside and opened the door and walked out, "Don't disturb Teacher Qiu's creation."

Under the editor-in-chief's "power", several girls from the editorial department slipped away one after another. Liu Ping and Zhong Yue looked at each other and smiled.

Zhong Yue felt that Fu Guoqiang must have not told Liu Ping about his real age. He dressed up like this, Liu Ping probably was an old man in his fifties and sixties. He shouted Teacher Qiu at once, which was a bit of a terrifying blow to him.

He looked at these selected manuscripts and several previous issues of "New Reader" magazines. Each issue had a theme, and there were nearly twenty stories in it. He looked at the illustrations and pictures of the previous issues, and some were real photos, probably found from the Internet. For the photos, the suspected infringement may be very small, because some of them were fragile photos, and no one could see them with a little retouching and adding a filter. There were also many paintings, which Zhong Yue could see, all of them were made by one person.

Although the drawings are quite reasonable and quite consistent with the content, they are not very contagious and seem to be painted for illustration and are optional.

After a rough understanding of the number of illustrations required for each issue of the journal and the overall layout, Zhong Yue picked up the manuscript and started reading.

As Feng Zikai said, if painting can become another expression of literary methods, become humane and reflect social problems, it will be a new vitality.

Zhong Yue drank tea and looked at the screened and edited stories, looking as if he was free.

Liu Ping stood in Wang Rui's office, looking at Zhong Yue in the corner outside through the blinds.

"Aping, is this person reliable?"

"It should...reliable...I saw him draw this painting casually on the spot."

"He won't be able to draw this one, right? I've seen him for so long, but he hasn't written it. The magazine is now going to be a half-monthly magazine, and its style is transformed well. If the sales volume cannot keep up, there will be problems."

Liu Ping stared at the painter recommended by her ex-husband and said to herself: Liang Ping, if you cheat me, you won’t think of seeing my son this month!
Chapter completed!