Chapter 4

At this time, Meng Huo was drying clothes at home, and the telephone rang.

He ran back to the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Meng Huo?"

It's natural that Meng Huo, who is over 30 years old, was not surprised by the word "Sir" when it came out on the phone.

"Yes, I am. Who's calling, please?"

"I'm Ye Xiong, chief editor of the youth Editorial Department of Phoenix Weekly, Mr. Meng Huo. Have you sold the copyright of Detective Conan

The other side's voice was very urgent.

Hearing the meaning of his words, although Meng Huo had been prepared, his heart beat twice more, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly: "no, I have submitted the only manuscript to you."

This answer made Ye Xiong on the other side feel relieved: "in that case, can you give this cartoon to our weekly youth distribution? We will do our best to publicize and package it, and the remuneration and distribution will be paid according to the standard of professional cartoonists. "

The standard of professional cartoonist!? Meng Huo was stunned, which was far beyond his expectation. He nodded: "no problem! I'll be happy to give it to you. When can I sign the contract? "

"As soon as possible!"

Ye Xiong is eager to sign the contract as soon as possible to save a long night's dream: "when are you free, I'll book a train ticket for you, and you'll come over then."

For the sake of safety, it is best to sign the contract face to face.

However, Meng Huo hesitated. He suddenly remembered that he could not sign a contract at the age of 15 unless his guardian, Li Qin, had permission.

"I'm free all the time, but can you provide two train tickets?" Meng Huo said with a bitter smile, "I'm only 15 years old. I can't sign a contract until my mother is present."

“……”

The microphone quieted down. Ye Xiong said again, "I'm sorry, I heard you wrong just now. Can you tell me your age again?"

"Fifteen."

"You said it too quickly. It's twenty-five, isn't it?"

"No, I'm 15 years old. I just finished my senior high school entrance examination."

"You're kidding

With a cry, ye Xiong immediately apologized: "no, no, I didn't doubt you just now... I just didn't expect you to be so young, totally unexpected!"

He was shocked. His 17-year-old daughter couldn't even draw a chicken. At the age of 15, the other side threw out high-quality original comics. Why is there such a big difference between people?

But at the age of 15, the significance of such a young cartoonist is

"No problem." Ye Xiong gritted his teeth, he must not miss the opportunity: "I will prepare two round-trip train tickets, the time is a week, please be sure to prepare in advance."

Hang up the phone, ye Xiong sat down limply.

"Chief editor, what's the matter?"

Sun Yang asked carefully.

"The author only..."

Ye xionggang wants to answer, suddenly shut up again. This information can't be divulged. Before everything is finalized, he'd better keep it a secret. After all, he doesn't know what Meng Huo's Guardian thinks.

Qingcheng County, Jiangnan Province

That night, Li Qin came home and was surprised to find her son sitting in the living room with a sad face.

She poured a glass of water, sat down and asked, "is something wrong?"

"Well." Meng Huo nodded and replied, "Mom, I have a friend. You should know... Liu Yi. A cartoon he drew was liked by a big company. He was invited to sign a contract with his father in Ninghai city."

Li Qin was stunned: "isn't that a good thing?"

She doesn't know much about comics, but she has heard that it's the same thing as movies and novels.

"Of course, it's a good thing, but Liu Yi doesn't dare to tell his father. If his father knows that he's drawing cartoons while reviewing, he must kill him." Meng Huo glanced at his mother and asked carefully, "Mom, how do you say he wants to persuade his father?"

Li Qin thought, "how did the child do in the high school entrance examination?"

"He said that he did well in the exam and could enter No.1 Middle School of the county."

"Then there's nothing to worry about." Li Qin drank water and said with a smile: "since the results are OK, it doesn't matter to tell his father directly."

"Ma, you think so." Meng Huo nodded and suddenly said, "actually, I think so too. Mom, I cheated you just now. How can Liu Yi have that ability? If you say that comics are only drawn by your son, can I?""Don't be kidding. How can you do that..." Li Qin's smile stopped, the cup in her hand shook, suddenly turned her head and glared at Meng Huo: "did you draw the cartoon?"

"Yes." Meng Huo's head shrank. He was afraid of Li Qin's anger. His reverence for his mother in his last life has not changed now: "Mom, you won't be angry. I'm sure I did well in the high school entrance examination!"

Li Qin stared at him with complicated eyes, and didn't even find the water pouring on the table. She did not expect that this son should be so bold to deceive himself. The original review was to draw pictures in the room. However, Meng Huo's performance during this period was too clever.

"Are you sure you did well in the high school entrance examination?"

"Well."

"Your comics are popular with big companies?"

"Well, they want us to sign a contract in Ninghai, and they will be responsible for the round-trip tickets."

Meng Huo bowed his head and answered sincerely. Seeing his honest appearance, Li Qin couldn't get angry for a moment: "give me the phone tomorrow, I'll ask."

She compromised.

The next day, after Li Qin made a phone call to confirm that Meng Huo had not lied, she felt very complicated, surprised, happy and at a loss. She didn't even know whether it was good or bad. After all, her son was only 15 years old.

She doesn't know what a 15-year-old cartoonist is, but she knows that 15-year-old novelists and stars are very attractive. Is my son so promising at such a young age—— Li Qin could not be sure of this idea until the moment when they went out on June 25.

"I said Xiao Huo, they can't be deceiving!" When queuing up to check in, Li Qin suddenly asked uneasily, "what if it's a liar?"

Meng Huo, holding two big bags in his hand, comforted her with a smile: "how can it be a liar? Mom, you have confirmed it several times! Besides, what can we do to cheat? "

Their mother and son are so poor that even thieves and swindlers will not target them.

Li Qin calmed down a little, and she felt that her son was right. She was not a beautiful young girl, and she could not be afraid of anything. And the company also bought them expensive berth tickets. How could the swindler be so generous.

The platform was a little chilly. It was dark now. It was a night's journey from Qingcheng county to Ninghai city.

After she got on the train, Li Qin clumsily changed her ticket with the conductor. She had never left Qingcheng since she was born. She was a little worried: I didn't expect that the first time in her life that she traveled far away was thanks to her son.

But at this time, she didn't know the bigger surprise was behind