I don’t know who first spread the news. In short, everyone working at Little Red Horse knew about it a day later.
Everyone's first reaction was to be excited, because Zhang Tan's achievements in the past were brilliant, and now the studio's main comic "Qin Shi Ming Yue" and the comic "Coco" being adapted are both his works, and people have to believe in him.
vision and ability.
Soon the studio's opinions were unified and production of "Ponyo on the Cliff" began.
Wang Yinghu, the editor-in-chief of "Fantasy Night of the Tang Dynasty" magazine, quickly got the news and couldn't wait to call to inquire about the situation.
He is probably the person who cares most about this comic besides the studio. He is the editor of Little Red Horse Comics Studio, and the success of the new comic is directly related to his performance.
Xin Xiaoguang: "This is the story."
He told Wang Yinghu roughly the story of Jinyu Ji on the phone.
"It's a bit refreshing." Wang Yinghu said slowly.
"This is quite special."
"Can't it be more violent?"
"What about?"
"For example, "Qin Shi Mingyue" and other books are more passionate and attract readers. "
"Haha, the market is so diversified, and there is an audience for every subject, so you don't have to worry too much."
"I'm not worried. Who dares to question your little red horse's work? Of course I'm relieved. I mainly feel that it's a pity that "Qin Shi Mingyue" is so popular now. The fire has already been lit. It would be a pity not to strike while the iron is hot. Please pay attention.
Aren’t you aware that our competitors have recently launched similar hot-blooded comics? The market has already started, and it was us who started it. Just giving up like this is like taking a bite of the pie and throwing it away. Are you a pity?"
"Brother Wang, what you said makes sense, but didn't we take one bite and lose it? Aren't we working on the second part of "Qin Shi Mingyue"? As long as we grasp this backbone, we will be indispensable in this market."
"That's it, the market is so big, and with your current reputation, you can get more of the cake."
…
Xin Xiaoguang found that he and Wang Yinghu could not reach an agreement. Although his words were tactful, his attitude was very firm.
"We are the Little Red Horse Comics Studio. We never compete with others for cake. I am only a trend-setter."
Wang Yinghu was left speechless by this remark that was so cheesy and pretentious.
Wang Yinghu was particularly worried. He came to Little Red Horse in the afternoon and read a more detailed outline of the story and several comics that had been drawn. He thought it was really good, but he still felt that hot-blooded comics were the more correct choice.
He returned to the magazine and reported to the editor-in-chief.
The editor asked: "Then what are your plans? Can you make Little Red Horse Studio change its mind?"
Wang Yinghu was stunned and was asked, yes, what can he do? He could only make suggestions and could not influence the creative intentions of Little Red Horse Studio.
Seeing his silence, the editor-in-chief said, "Otherwise, you don't plan to get this new comic?"
Wang Yinghu was excited and said quickly: "Of course, I have read this comic and it is excellent. I just feel it is a pity, but I do not deny its excellence."
Editor-in-Chief: "Look, you can neither make them change their minds nor let them go. The magazine can't let them go either. But it's not about them, it's about the market. Now they represent the market. When the market abandons them, we will not want them anymore."
Just choose a new 'market'. As for now, why bother with the market? If they want to do that, let them do it. We have done everything we should do and leave the rest to them."
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At Xiaobai's house, both Lao Bai and Xiao Bai were there. Lao Bai was cooking and Xiao Bai was helping him. As soon as he handed him a porcelain bowl, he ran out.
"Don't run away, there's still Xiaobai!"
The child ran away without any response. Bai Jianping muttered, took a plate, shoveled out the fried pork with chili, put it on the plate, and brought it to the dining table in the living room.
"Where do you live?" Bai Jianping asked, seeing Xiaobai pasting things on the wall of the living room.
"Hoohoho~~~~"
The little guy smiled very proudly. Bai Jianping took a closer look and saw a chubby little girl, who looked like a human but not like a human.
"What is this?"
"Xiaobaithi."
"Claw?? This is you? Are you mistaken?" Bai Jianping was surprised. If the little girl in the painting is really Xiaobai, she must have eaten not only one pound, but at least thirty or forty pounds.
Only then can I gain such a good figure.
Xiaobai was very dissatisfied with his reaction.
"Claw?? What's your look, uncle? You're a nag. If you can't see clearly, you're the one who's going to pinch me."
"You're such a nag!!! Look at my muscles!!"
Xiaobai didn't look at it and didn't bother to look at it. She ran away, ran into the bedroom, and pasted Ponyo's portrait beside her bed. Then she ran into the bathroom and pasted it on the porcelain board as well.
She ran out, her eyes darting everywhere.
Bai Jianping said: "You are so busy, Xiaobai, eat Mangmang, come over and eat Mangmang."
Xiaobai saw that the TV was on and that Laobai was eating and watching TV. She ran over, clicked, and pasted a picture on the TV.
Bai Jianping: "..."
"Xiaobai, what do you mean? My uncle wants to watch TV, why don't you stick a doll on the TV?"
"Good looking."
"You can't just look at it as if it's beautiful."
"Aren't you eating Mangmang?"
"Television is my uncle's recklessness."
"paw?"
"Spiritual!"
"What is Le?"
"Tear you off quickly!"
"I'm a doll, are you going to tear me apart?"
Bai Jianping found it difficult to communicate with her, so he went to remove Ponyo from the TV. Xiaobai screamed, saying that she was going to die.
"Ha Bao~~eat Mangmang."
Xiaobai was laughing and joking. He pressed the removed portrait onto his head and pasted it on the door, turning into a lively little zombie.
"Hehehehahahahaha~~~"
"I see you are eating like crazy."
This didn't bother Xiaobai. Xiaobai raised her mouth and blew a breath, and the portrait flew up. She immediately picked up vegetables and ate, and so on.
Bai Jianping just watched and let her go. Suddenly, the portrait became a little loose, and it flew up with a breath from Xiaobai, and fell into his rice bowl.
Bai Jianping: "..."
noob:"……"
…
"Can you be a little more naive?"
On the way to Little Red Horse, Bai Jianping told Xiaobai who was lagging behind that he thought Xiaobai was too naughty and he couldn't control it, so he had to call Lao Ma.
"I'm a fool. I'm a good kid. I'm just a little smart."
"..."
When they arrived at the Little Red Horse, Bai Jianping sent Xiaobai inside, turned around and left.
In the yard, Zhang Tan got off work early today and was drinking tea and chatting with Lao Li.
He brought the tea, Su Lan bought it, and Lao Li was full of praise.
"Why does Boss Zhang also drink mulberry leaves?" Xiaobai was puzzled.
Lao Li didn't want to talk to her. She, like those other melons from Liliu Xi'er, stubbornly believed that he drank mulberry leaves.
Zhang Tan smiled and said, "Xiao Bai, do you want to drink a little and try it?"
Xiaobai curiously wanted to try it. If Lao Li gave it to her, she would not drink it for fear of being poisonous, but this was Boss Zhang's invitation.
"Xiaobai, don't you want to be a dead duck~~~Run away, Boss Zhang is poisoning me."
Just when Xiaobai was about to drink, a cry of pomegranates came from the grove. When Xiaobai heard this, he ran away and stopped drinking.
Zhang Tan said to Lao Li: "It's really a bit silly."
Lao Li: "This novice is indeed a bit stupid."
"I'm not talking about Xiaobai, I'm talking about Liuliu."
They were sitting in the yard. As night fell, the setting sun hung between the buildings in the distance, looming, and parents kept sending their children into the garden.
Zhang Tan met Tan Jin'er who had brought Xi'er to see her, and invited her to sit down and have a cup of tea.
"Is there anything happy about you? I see you are so happy." Zhang Tan asked.
Miss Jin'er is indeed very happy, but she also laughs often. She is indeed a sister to Xi'er.
The sky is blue and black, and a waxing moon hangs opposite the setting sun. Stars show their shadows in the night, the lights are on in Little Red Pony Academy, and the sound of baby dolls fills my ears.
The evening breeze blows and leaves rustle, blowing away the worries of the day's work.
"Thank you, Boss Zhang." Tan Jin'er thanked Zhang Tan before answering.
