The acquisition of "Fantasy Night of the Tang Dynasty" magazine by Little Red Horse Comics Studio did not cause much disturbance to the outside world.
Although the magazine "Fantasy Night of the Tang Dynasty" has a large circulation and is very popular among young people, it is like the daily firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, which is indispensable in life, but who cares about which business is behind it?
, as long as you have something to eat.
In the same way, for young people, reading comics is enough.
The "Fantasy Night of the Tang Dynasty" magazine did not announce that it would cease publication. The magazine complied, and people's spiritual world is still brilliant without being affected in the slightest.
It just caused a tsunami-like wave in the industry.
The magazine "Fantasy Night of the Tang Dynasty" is not a small company, it is one of the top comic book giants in the industry, but now it was acquired without any warning without saying a word!
Everyone was still confused, but when they turned around, they saw that the acquired company was Little Red Horse Comics Studio.
Good guy, not a new barbarian, but the same industry giant.
It's just that this giant crocodile usually lurks underwater and rarely emerges. Now when it appears, it swallows up its former "employer".
People in the industry know that this industry is probably going to change.
Amid everyone's attention, Little Red Horse Comics Studio moved its entirety to the comics building, officially settled here, and became its owner.
Xin Xiaoguang, Wu Shiying and others were most impressed by this.
In the past, every time they came here, they came here to do errands. For a while, they even had the mentality of asking for help. Now, they have become the owners of this place.
Once the manga studio moved out, the original No. 2 building of Little Red Horse Academy became vacant.
Moreover, after Li Yuxiao saw that the comic studio had moved, she took the initiative to suggest that her music studio should also be moved, to the Pentium Building, to be with the music company.
In the past, there was a comic studio here, so she would not be so conspicuous because she often came here. Now that everyone has moved away, it would be too special for her to stay here.
Zhang Tan naturally had no objection to this, so immediately after, Li Yuxiao's music room was moved.
In this way, the entire Building No. 2 will be empty.
"Xiaobai—Xiaobai~"
Xi'er came, and she shouted everywhere when she entered the school.
Xiaobai emerged from the vacated Building 2, "Here! Where do you live?"
"Look, I made dumplings for you to eat, and they're still hot."
Xi'er ran over and presented the dumplings she made with both hands.
As soon as Tuanzi appeared, Xiwawa must be in trouble.
She used Tuanzi to apologize to Xiaobai, because she made many mistakes in the winter vacation homework she gave Xiaobai, which caused Xiaobai to finish the homework at eleven o'clock last night.
When Xiwa went home, the more she thought about it, the more sorry she became, so she asked her sister to make dumplings, and hurriedly delivered them while they were still hot, and at the same time, she sent her own thoughts.
How can there be an overnight feud between children? Yesterday's things only stay yesterday and are not brought back today.
Xiaobai happily accepted Xiwawa's offer, and the two of them sat on the steps, one by one, and started eating on the spot.
Suddenly, the two of them saw Li Pendui sitting in the yard, and Li Pendui was looking at them.
Xi'er said: "Li Baibao must want to eat it. Let's give him two."
Xiaobai also said: "Did he not eat and was hungry?"
"It's so pitiful." Xi'er was overflowing with compassion.
The two murmured in a low voice, but the whisper was heard by Old Li in the distance, and even the parrot heard it. The parrot looked down at Old Li in surprise, feeling sorry for the hungry old man.
"I ate!"
Lao Li had to take the initiative to speak up and explain to himself that he was not peeking at the two little ones eating dumplings and getting greedy. Because in Xiao Bai and Xi'er's association, he was about to lose his family and live on the street, hungry and cold.
Forced.
Hearing this, Xi'er immediately lowered her voice further and said to Xiaobai: "Li Penbao said he is not hungry."
Xiaobai said in a tone that I understood very well: "He must be lying. He is an old man and is embarrassed to eat food from children."
Xi'er thought it made sense, "Let's go and give it to him."
Xiaobai nodded and said: "If we give it to him, he will definitely say that I have eaten it and I won't eat it. Thank you. But he doesn't really refuse to eat it, but he is being polite."
Xi'er: "Are you polite?"
Xiaobai: "Sorry, I have to force it on him."
Xi'er asked: "Do you want to feed him?"
noob:"……"
So the two of them got up, came to Lao Li, and presented him with dumplings.
Lao Li declined: "I have eaten it, but I won't eat it. Thank you."
Xi'er was surprised and looked at Xiaobai. What Li Baibao said was exactly the same as what Xiaobai just said. So, then, that is, Li Baobao wanted to eat.
"Here you go~"
Xi'er didn't hesitate, put down the two hot dumplings and ran away.
Lao Li said loudly behind him: "I really don't want to eat~"
Xi'er, who had run away, asked Xiaobai if he was short of money, "Look at Li Weibao shouting so loudly."
Xiaobai said: "Everyone likes to eat the dumplings you make. Two are not enough. Twenty are enough."
Xi'er said distressedly: "I don't have that much."
Xiaobai: "So, don't worry about whether you are full or not. You will definitely not be full. Just be happy."
"What does it mean?" Xi'er asked doubtfully.
Xiaobai explained to her: "It's just... Hey, Xiwawa, what do you think this building should be used for in the future?"
This question involves planning issues, which is Xiwawa's strength. She immediately forgot what it meant and focused on how to plan the Little Red Horse Building No. 2.
When talking about this topic, Xiwawa has something to say.
Xiaobai nodded repeatedly after hearing this:
"Hmm~ Yes~ this is your strong point."
"Yeah, yeah, I have to~"
"Hmm~"
"Hmm~"
"..."
Although Xiaobai showed a lack of interest, Xier was still enthusiastic, and Balabala told her the blueprint in his mind.
It's a pity that Xiaobai couldn't get her point at all and couldn't understand the miraculous craftsmanship of this plan.
Only Dudu can resonate with her.
In the evening, the two of them were like two magnets. As soon as they appeared in Little Red Horse, they stood in front of Building 2, giving advice and planning the construction.
Dudu said that a room should be reserved specifically for the children’s dolls.
Xi'er said that she wanted to build a ballet room for Xiaomi, a skateboarding place for Dudu, a place for archery, a bigger study room for her godfather, and a bigger study room for Li Baodui.
news room
The two planned very carefully. What should the first floor be used for? How many rooms should it be divided into? What should the second floor be used for? Should Boss Zhang's study be demolished? What would it be used for after it is demolished? How should the third floor be planned?
The truth became clearer and clearer, and the plan became clearer and clearer. Taking this clear plan, the two of them planned to go to Boss Zhang to discuss how to implement it. On the way, they met Mr. Bai, the young boss, so they explained it to Mr. Bai first.
.
Xiaobai always looked confused when he listened, and kept humming throughout the whole process. When he finally finished listening, he felt lonely.
The two asked Xiaobai what he thought.
Xiaobai thought for a while and could only ask: "How much does it cost?"
money?
This issue that does not exist in the planning still needs to be considered?
Isn’t that an issue that Boss Zhang should consider? What does it have to do with children?!
Mr. Xiaobai was confused by what they said just now. He didn't understand and was a little embarrassed. Now he finally regained the initiative and said confidently: "I don't know how much it will cost, so what's the plan?"
Well, let’s re-plan! Humph——”
After saying that, he walked away with his hands behind his back and walked in a figure-eight stride.
