Chapter 19

"Ah! I want to die!" Song Yunwu buried his head under the pillow. The whole person seemed to be embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Today is the first time in her life that she signed a contract with a magazine. As soon as she was happy and drank some wine, she was a little complacent.

"Blunder! It's over! The black history of life is known by that idiot zombie! How can I maintain my dignity in the future!"

Song Yunwu thought it over and over and thought it was wrong: "no, I have to cut down the zombie!" she said. She took out a copper coin sword from her inner thigh and angrily prepared to go downstairs to fight the zombie.

However, halfway up the stairs, she suddenly stopped, lay down on the railing and quietly leaned out her head to see what they were talking about downstairs.

"Signed!?" XiMenqing looked at Qin Yuyao in surprise. "Didn't he say he was rejected?"

"Yes..." Qin Yuyao repeated Duan Yangping's words.

Simon Qing nodded and said, "I'll tell you, how can such a good work be rejected? It's like this... Those guys who make fashion magazines let them toss around. I see how they will rush into the street."

"Working cell" was rejected, but she was frightened. She even sang and recorded videos. She said it was impossible to have no complaints about weekly manyou.

"By the way, your magazine club is not big?" Simon Qing suddenly thought of something and asked, "don't be a third rate magazine on the side of the road. You won't make much money if it is serialized at that time."

"Didn't I tell you?" Qin Yuyao said, "I'm now practicing in the square Editorial Department of the weekly."

"Square! That's... that's the largest comic magazine in the country?" Simon Qing exclaimed, "where are our comics going to be serialized?"

Qin Yuyao shook her head: "that's not true. Square also has many other magazines. This time, the cartoon of sister Yunwu is' Mars square '."

"Mars? What's that?"

Qin Yuyao said: "Mars square, another magazine of square publishing house, originally published some external articles as a supplement to the weekly square, but later became popular and went on sale as a semi monthly magazine."

"Oh ~" Ximen seemed to understand.

Qin Yuyao thought for a moment and added: "most of the 'Mars square' now are foreign articles drawn by non original authors. Readers like to call them 'official peer works'. Generally speaking, they are partial to lovely style, and the main market is also primary and secondary school students."

"Hello, primary and secondary school students." Simon said. The plot is too complex for primary school students to understand. "Working cell" is originally a popular science cartoon. The story line is weak, which is just right for primary school students.

Biting the tomato, she suddenly approached Qin Yuyao and whispered, "how much is the remuneration?"

Qin Yuyao's ears were tickled by her, and her cheeks were slightly red: "because it's a semimonthly magazine, 30 pages need to be submitted each time, and the price of each page is 200."

"That's it?" Simon said discontentedly. "Isn't it only 12000 a month? Even if it's fifty-five, I can only take 6000. How many blood bags can I buy?"

Moreover, with the temperament of the charterer, she may give Simon a few percent. After all, she is responsible for the cost of manuscript ink.

"It's not low," Qin Yuyao said. "It's higher than many newcomers. That's why square is so rich and generous that he is willing to give so many newcomers."

"Forget it, just give it." XiMenqing didn't expect to rely on this fee. She valued the future adaptation and the booklet.

She knew exactly how hot the animation of "working cell" was. Even if it was as strong as a bone king, she would be pushed off her horse. When she remembered it, she felt that her mind was full of money falling from the sky.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Damon Zi suddenly pressed up from behind, and a pair of milk larvae put them on Ximen Qing's head, "laughing so obscene."

Simon Qing was pressed to lie on the table. Fortunately, she also had a cushion on the table so that she wouldn't be pressed under the table.

"Yes? I laugh obscene?" she quickly adjusted her expression. "Illusion, absolutely illusion."

By the way, she twisted her head. The touch on her head is really cool. Dai Mengzi is worthy of being a doctor and can always bring her a cure.

At this time, Xiaoguai suddenly came out of the room and went to Ximen Qing's side: "it's done."

"So fast? Has the arrangement been done?"

Little darling nodded. Her friend is very good. It took only five days before and after arranging the music. The main time spent is doing the virtual character.

"Emmmmmmm" now, XiMenqing hesitated. Comics have made money. Is it necessary to be the owner?

She thought about it and looked at her again. I thought that people had done a good job for me. It was a little inappropriate to quit at this time.

So he stood up under the pressure of the Purple Door: "go to your room to talk."

"Wow." damenzi was pushed back half a step, and the cushion slid behind XiMenqing's head.

Little darling looked so envious that he couldn't help glancing down at his private airport: "when can I get a tall building here?"

"What are you doing? I want to see it too." Damon Zi followed them into the "flat peach garden". Qin Yuyao wanted to join the fun, but after looking at the wine glasses and dishes on the table, she planned to tidy up here first.

Three monsters entered the flat peach garden. Xiaoguai first played the song with good music.

"I heard snow white..."

Ximen Qing's soft, waxy and soft voice comes from the sound system. With BGM full of exotic customs, it feels like fairy tales are really presented in front of us.

The arrangement is different from the original. Ximen Qing feels like hearing a brand-new fairy tale town. Compared with the original music, we can't say which is better, but the arranger's understanding is different.

Now this is a little dark. After all, the lyrics have a tendency of dark fairy tales. After listening, Ximen Qing's overall feeling is very good, which can be said to be perfect.

After all, she doesn't study music professionally. She just thinks it's good that a song can do this. She won't force it to be the same as what she remembers.

"It sounds good," Damon Zi looked at Ximen Qing in surprise. "Qing, you can still sing."

"Hey, I didn't expect it," Simon Qing said proudly. "In fact, my best skill is not singing, but 48. Let's try it another day."

Damon Zi smiles but doesn't speak. She is a hybrid of Sakura and Huaguo. She naturally doesn't know the 48 hands of Sakura in the Edo era.

The little darling on one side looked curious: "forty eight hands? What's that? Peerless martial arts?"