The early morning sunlight shines through the window and shines on the sheets with the letters wc printed on them.

The ringing of the mobile phone woke Li Nuo.

For this guy, the mobile phone has basically lost its call function. After all, there is no social communication. There are only three phone numbers in the address book, "Doctor Death King", "Shaobing Selling Chicken Legs" and "That guy downstairs who never

The community management department that handles personnel affairs."

So, staring in confusion, he subconsciously reached out and regarded the phone call as an alarm and hung up, even though he never set the alarm.

A few minutes later, the call came again.

This time he looked at the screen of his phone with sleepy eyes. It was an unfamiliar number.

"You asked me to buy a house again..."

After complaining, pick up the phone.

Before anyone said anything, Li Nuo said bluntly, "Who?"

The person on the other end of the phone was embarrassed.

"Then... is that Writer Li?" A woman's voice said.

writer……

Li Nuo's eyes lit up, "Promise!"

…

Li Nuo stood at the foot of a commercial building in the city center.

This is one of the most prosperous areas in the city. The roads are open, the traffic is imperceptible, and the humanistic atmosphere is abundant. Compared with the health care community where he lives, it feels like it is a different era.

That phone call was from the company that signed his comic book series. To put it simply, there was a boss within the company who was interested in Li Nuo's comics and wanted to discuss some cooperation matters with him. However, the boss... it was impossible.

I talked to you on the phone, and then this happened.

It's less than eleven o'clock now, and Li Nuo is squatting on the street breathing heavily.

He is still in a state of confusion.

Although he is a native of this city, he has only passed by this place when taking the bus since he was a child. For him, the tall buildings in front of him and himself are creatures of two different worlds.

"I think I'm going to the city to work..."

After laughing at himself, he walked into the building in front of him.

Everything was kept simple. A mature-dressed woman was called at the front desk, and it was she who called Li Nuo in the morning.

"Is this Writer Li?" The woman looked at him and stretched out her hand, "Zhang Quan, I am the director of the Ministry of Commerce. I am very happy to meet you."

Li Nuo was quite ignorant about this kind of workplace etiquette, but he also knew the etiquette of shaking hands, so he shook hands with him.

Zhang Quan looked at Li Nuo and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Writer Li to be so young."

"Have you not seen my ID card?"

Li Nuo's words directly brought the "friendly" atmosphere to a freezing point. Zhang Quan was stunned and slowly let go of his hand. Generally speaking, the other party should respond to her approval by saying something like "No," even if the heart is high.

Arrogant people can only boast a few words, but she is really rare for people who directly undermine others, especially in the workplace where interpersonal relationships are complicated.

In fact, Li Nuo didn't want to cause trouble. The signing contract he sent to this company included a copy of his ID card, which was in color, and the photo was clearly printed on the paper, so his words were actually very tactful.

Saying "you are blind".

Very face-saving.

Zhang Quan, beating his heart, took Li Nuo to the elevator.

"Does this building belong to the company?" Li Nuo asked.

"Yeah, almost." Zhang Quan didn't want to pay attention to him, but still smiled, "The person Writer Li wants to meet later is the editor-in-chief of our comic editing agency. Does Writer Li know him?"

"have no idea."

"..." Zhang Quan forced out a smile, "He... just call him Mr. Xu later... Also, I have to remind you that when you meet Mr. Xu later, remember to be kind...

.”

Most of these words were for Zhang Quan's own consideration, and the other half were really for Li Nuo's benefit. Thinking of this, Li Nuo smiled and said, "Yeah."

Zhang Quan was stunned when he saw Li Nuo's smiling face. This guy actually looks pretty good, but he always has a pair of dead eyes on his face, but he couldn't help but smile normally with that pure and delicate face, which made Zhang Quan subconsciously

It occurred to me that maybe there was some misunderstanding about Li Nuo just now.

"Thank you, Sister Zhang."

"..."

The words "Sister Zhang" broke all assumptions.

In front of the office, Sister Zhang knocked on the frosted glass door, and a magnetic mature man's voice came from inside. She pushed the door open and walked in. Mr. Xu sat on the leather sofa, looked at Li Nuo, stood up and said with a kind smile: "Hello

, please sit down."

Sister Zhang retreated outside and closed the door.

Li Nuo sat across from him and looked up and down at Mr. Xu, who had jeans, a white shirt, a greasy face and a smile on his face, one of the standard accessories for successful people.

"Xu Le, I should be considered your editor-in-chief." Mr. Xu poured a cup of tea and handed it to Li Nuo, "Nice to meet you, Writer Li."

"Ah...nice to meet you..." Li Nuo took the small teacup and said, "Mr. Xu, just call me by my pen name."

Xu Le poured himself tea, looked down at the purple clay teacup, and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't pronounce your pen name."

"I understand." Li Nuo nodded slightly. After all, his pen name was "Uncle Li".

Xu Le looked at him and said, "Writer Li, can you tell me what you think of the current comic industry?"

Li Nuo slightly understood his intention and said, "Let me think about it..."

"OK."

Two seconds later, Li Nuo said: "There is basically no difference between most of the female characters whether they wear them or not. Clothes are just like large band-aids. Tsundere, lolita or three-no will all end up being turned into toilets. Male characters insist on three views."

Under the premise of justice, it is best to be a passionate stallion. Even if you meet a female ghost, it must be from the previous life.

Maid, most comics are like this, and it does not rule out that there are some very good works, but they are rare. Meat always dominates the plot. It is the mainstream now, and most people draw with hand-painted tablets. The lack of line color should be there.

The aura makes the picture look like a composite of photos.

But I can’t blame the author. There are two updates a week, ten pages per update. This level of intensity is beyond the reach of ordinary people. The competition is fierce. It’s impossible to be noticed without some edge-stepping. The hand-drawn tablet is even more convenient for creation and doubles the speed. Even if

Even people with average painting skills can surpass the basic platform as long as they are skilled in using it.

The market also needs these things. Before the domestic comic industry really takes off, it needs to rely on their 404 works to maintain its appeal. If you ask me what my core view is about the market, this is my answer, but if

If you ask me to tell you whether I am going to paint this kind of thing...I will refuse."

Xu Le's eyes widened when he heard this. Is this what he said after careful consideration?

"Writer Li, the website currently has sixteen categories. Among them, the section with the fewest writers is the urban living area. There are probably less than 800 people who are still painting. You are one of them, and you are also one of the few among these people who are still painting.

Insisting on drawing by hand, insisting on writing every Monday without asking for recommended writers, that’s not right... To be precise, you should be the only one."

Li Nuo joked: "Because I didn't even save my editor's phone number, I never joined the writers group, and I had zero communication with anyone in the industry."

Xu Le asked: "Then what is your purpose of drawing comics?"

"To kill time while waiting to die and earn some money for drinks."

Xu Le smiled and said: "Your answer... can I think of you as a literary youth?"

"Mr. Xu, we don't want to curse." Li Nuo said, "Can you get to the point?"

Xu Le leaned forward slightly and said, "The company is currently developing a new cartoonist. We value your hand-drawing ability very much and hope to sign up as an in-house painter for the company, specializing in drawing cartoons for well-known novels. At the same time, we also need to provide cartoons for the novels."

Adaptation is also the reason why I asked you about your views on the industry. We need a cartoonist who has excellent hand-drawing skills and does not follow the trend."

Li Nuo took a sip of tea and said, "Well... I just sell paintings."

Xu Le spread his hands, "Of course you can say that, but hand-drawing skills are a real ability, and being chosen by someone also proves the saying, the wine is good and the alley is deep."

"I think this sentence is a lie at all." Li Nuo said: "To be honest, I am completely retarded when it comes to social and workplace matters. If I follow my heart, I will refuse, but from the perspective of 'real' life

Think about it, what are the benefits?"

Xu Le looked at him and smiled, "The advantage is your career."

"I have an apartment in the city center."

"That's not your career, it's your parents' thing."

"I have no father or mother."

"..."

Xu Le was speechless, and his patience was almost at its limit. He knew from the beginning that Li Nuo might be difficult to get along with, because the editor in charge of Li Nuo had warned him, but he never expected that he had such a twisted personality.

In fact, it’s not that no one reads Li Nuo’s comics. He has great talent in painting. The editors have very sharp eyes and have noticed his comics for a long time. However, they just ignored them because the number of updates was too few and did not meet the recommended standards.

, but when Xu Le asked the editors responsible for managing urban comics who had the best drawing skills, the answer was almost unanimous: a comics author who still insisted on hand-drawing in the second half of the 20th century.

"I understand." Xu Le filled Li Nuo's empty teacup, barely keeping a decent expression, and said the final and planned bottom line, "a fixed salary of 1.50,000 a month."

Li Nuo glanced upward, "My bottom line as a human being is that I will not bow my head for capital."

"That's it." Xu Le felt relieved. He didn't know why he had to talk so much to this guy.

"You have to pay more."

"..." Xu Le's expression changed slightly at this moment, and he still managed to keep his smile, "You think this is a vegetable market...According to the contract, every signed writer will be...

With a salary of 1.50,000 yuan, there is no other way.”

"Okay..." Li Nuo shrugged, drank all the tea in the small cup, wiped his mouth, and slapped the teacup on the table, "Deal!"

He really thought this was a vegetable market! Xu Le was shocked. He had rarely seen such a shameless person in his limited career.

He took a long breath to ease his mood and got back to business, "Sign up next week. Remember, as an internal author who has officially signed a contract, everyone must abide by the working principles." He said word by word: "Monday, week, double, more.

.Ten pages per chapter.”

Li Nuo's face turned pale in a flash, but Xu Le's words were not over yet, "Also, remember to set aside two days every Monday to Friday to come to the company to paint. If you are late, you will be dealt with according to "Late~ Arrival."

After Xu Le finished speaking, he stood up and opened the door. Sister Zhang was still waiting outside.

"Writer Li, we had a great time talking today. Please wait until we notify you of the specific date of the signing."

This condition was like the scythe of death to Li Nuo. He jumped over, grabbed Xu Le's arm without hesitation, bent down and shouted: "Mr. Xu! Let's talk about money again!"

It’s easy to talk about things like this! I’m a little kid who doesn’t understand sense. Do you think you should lower your salary..."

Sister Zhang was immediately confused. What kind of situation was this? It was the first time I saw someone asking for a salary reduction, and it came from this person's mouth.

Xu Le suddenly wanted to laugh when he saw Li Nuo's shameless look, but he still kept his face straight, "I really want to tell you the word crawl."

Li Nuo raised his head and looked at each other sincerely, "Then can I miss one day of work?"
Chapter completed!