Chapter 32

"Your editor in chief thinks too much of me."

After watching the news, Meng Huo wiped the sweat on his face.

"Yes? Meng Huo, you should be more confident! "

Alice said with a smile, "I'm here for this news today. How about it? Isn't it a surprise

"Surprise is surprise, that's right."

Meng Huo frowned slightly: "but you just want to say this?"

If it's just about sales, Alice can tell by phone. There's no need to come early in the morning.

"Of course not. There are other reasons."

Alice shakes her head and grins bitterly. It's not convenient for her to go to the company now.

Yesterday's sales volume has let Meng Huo into the eyes of many media, now there must be a lot of reporters want to explore the true face of Teacher He Xi. Ye Xiong makes a quick decision to let Alice stay away from work for the time being. He is worried that Alice, as a editor in charge, will be found, and he will find Meng Huo.

The Phoenix company is going to protect Meng Huo this time. Alice just takes advantage of this time to help Meng Huo mend his lessons. Just give the manuscript to Ye Xiong in private.

"Then you stay today."

After hearing Alice's explanation, Meng Huo stood up and went to the kitchen and said to Li Qin, "Mom, sister Alice is staying for lunch today, and she didn't sleep last night. Can you borrow your room to sleep?"

Li Qin was washing the dishes, and Wen Yan began to laugh.

"Let her use it. I'll go shopping later."

Of course she agreed, and Alice was more or less a chatting companion.

"Sister Qin, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Alice also came to thank him. She didn't expect Meng Huo to offer her a rest. She couldn't help looking at him gratefully.

So in the morning, Alice was sleeping in Li Qin's room. Meng Huo drew some pictures and read some books in his spare time. During this time, he could recite almost all the knowledge in the textbook, so it was no problem not to teach Alice.

"Detective Conan" is just like the track, Meng Huo thought that later life will be more free.

Since his rebirth, Meng Huo has been trying to adjust his state to struggle. Especially recently, he has been busy with reading and painting. He has already enjoyed this kind of full life for fear that he will become lazy again,

As long as a person is lazy, it is more difficult to struggle again.

Meng Huo thinks that he should consider the next comic book, but it's tiring to serial two comic books at the same time, and put his life on comic books, OK?

He was a little fidgety, so he put down his textbook and went to the living room to exercise on the treadmill he just bought.

Sports can exercise the body and relax the mind. Meng Huo thinks of Shen Jie's excellent physical ability, and suddenly thinks that maybe he can learn martial arts. He was a martial arts fan in his last life, but he was ruined by staying at home for too long.

I've been in good health all my life. It's not impossible to learn martial arts.

Meng Huo is a little excited. He seems to be able to see himself flying over the eaves and walls. But he soon realized that it was just a fantasy. In reality, there was no martial arts in TV and novels, and practicing martial arts required a lot of energy and physical strength, which might hinder his painting.

With that time, it's better to learn other things with the gift of never forgetting.

"It's a pity..."

Meng Huo shakes his head and gives up. He wants that the air mass in his head can be used to increase his physical ability. In this way, he can become powerful without learning martial arts. This idea just flashed, suddenly, the air mass in his brain that had not yet recovered moved for a moment, and a trace of gas flowed out, and flowed to other parts of his body along the nerves and blood vessels.

"Bang!"

Meng Huo faltered, couldn't match the speed of the treadmill, and fell to the ground.

He didn't scream. He looked at all parts of his body in shock - what was that just now? Does the air mass flow to other parts of the body? Isn't the air mass a flash in his imagination? But something more magical?

What else can he do with it?

Meng Huo's attention was immediately attracted by the air mass, and the popularity of the famous detective Conan's booklet faded from his mind.

But at this time, someone was scolding him.

"He Xi, you ugly man, I wish your child no * *"

This is the 234 th time that Bei Feng cursed Meng Huo in his heart today. His face was red with anger, but he didn't have the usual pride. He stood in the office honestly.

"Mr. mach..." Wang zhechang, the editor in chief of Longteng junior cartoon, who was sitting in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed the famous detective Conan on his hand, looked up and asked, "have you read this single edition?""No

Bei Feng bowed his head and did not dare to lie. He knows that his achievements mainly come from the company's support, whether cartoonists or idols, as long as Longteng company is not satisfied, he may take everything back at any time.

"Well, no?"

Wang Zhe snorted coldly: "if you don't read the enemy's comics, you won't be wronged. The cartoonist named He Xi is really a genius. I didn't think he could make the content so interesting with two words."

The appearance of the character Kidd is very timely. Without him, the result would be different now.

"Take it back and study other people's painting." Wang Zhe threw "Detective Conan" to Bei Feng and said in a cold voice: "the signing meeting will not be held for the time being. I'll let you know when there is news."

Bei Feng's face turned white.

"Yes."

He took Detective Conan and turned to leave. A familiar editor walked by him without looking at him.

Bei Feng suddenly felt cold all over. He was not replaced by a new person in the company, but was overtaken by an original cartoonist?

"No, impossible!"

Bei Feng never admits this. What has Ninghai proved? He gritted his teeth and thought that the readers of Sherlock, who had been cultivated in China for 40 years, would never be defeated by a clown.

"I'll be the winner of the end!"

His back disappeared in Longteng junior editorial department.

"Editor in chief, do we still need Mr. mach?" The editor who just passed by Bei Feng asked, "his myth has been shattered."

"It's too early to draw a conclusion."

Wang Zhe shook his head and said: "in fact, Mr. Mach's painting of" detective Shylock "is good, and the sales volume is also very considerable. It's a pity that Mr. He Xi is better at this style."

As long as Bei Feng can make money, Wang Zhe has no reason to abandon him.

But he had another idea.

"Send someone to investigate He Xi's real identity. If He Xi is determined to be a young genius, no matter how much it costs, he will be brought over!" Wang Zhe said with a smile: "we are more suitable for his development than Phoenix company."

"If it's the same as the rumor, how many people are there?"

Asked the editor.

"Then poke it out and make them famous!"

Wang Zhe showed no mercy