Chapter 135

After rubbing on Qin Yuyao's bed for a while, XiMenqing went to song Yunwu's room.

In her words, it's called rain and dew. Otherwise, what if the charterer gets jealous?

"I'm jealous of you!" Song Yunwu smashed Ximen's feelings with a pair of slippers. "I have nothing to do to clean the floor. I'm busy."

Simon Qing rubbed his forehead and said to her, "how's it going? Do you like this new story?"

Song Yunwu thought for a moment and said, "it's OK. It's just that the style is too far from the eight dragon books. I don't know if it can be accepted."

"Don't worry about it. It's not hot. I'll live women's dress dancing in blissful pure land." Simon Qing patted his chest and promised.

As a result, song Yunwu just glanced at her: "what punishment is this?"

"Er..." Ximen Qing just reacted. Now she seems to wear women's clothes every day. The gambling appointment she liked most when the dragon was still alive is meaningless now.

"Alas..." she looked up at the sky 45 degrees and said sadly, "I should have had a bright dragon."

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The broken chapter of Ximen's love made countless readers forget about food and tea and spent a very painful week.

But because of this, readers' enthusiasm for comics is even higher. The latest issue has just begun to go on sale, and all physical stores are crowded and almost collapse.

"What about the decline of the agreed physical book industry? I'm afraid it has not experienced a fake decline." many Bookstore owners are feeling, as if they saw the situation in the heyday of the paper media industry more than ten years ago.

When the readers disperse, the books that can't be sold still can't be sold, and only the weekly square is out of stock.

This is the result that the bosses have scored a lot more than before.

They still underestimated the charm of the eight dragons.

"Hello, do you have weekly square?" Zhao Zhenying ran to a large bookstore and asked.

However, the clerk shook his head and said, "sorry, it's sold out."

"Why are they sold out again?" this is the eighth house, and it turns out that every place is sold out.

Although Zhao Zhenying's comics are also serialized there, he knows that the good sales of the magazine have a relationship with him, that is, at most 5%, and the rest is still on Tianlong Babu.

This cartoon is a miracle. Readers are happy to see it, but what they practitioners see is a large business opportunity.

Now who in the industry doesn't study Tianlong? A group of dragon scientists are almost developing.

It's not that no one tries to draw follow the trend. Martial arts is a very common theme. There are also some successful follow the trend, but Zhao Zhenying really doesn't see that little success.

If he only makes money, the comics he is drawing now will be enough for him to make money. What he wants is "Fengshen". His pursuit is to be as famous as dancing.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing is too difficult, and the element of luck is also great. In this industry, there is a consensus that your cartoon fire does not mean you can fire at the bottom, and there is no law to follow.

He watched the eight dragons more to increase his experience. Drawing on the strengths of others and pushing through the old to bring forth the new is the basis for drawing masterpieces.

But now he can't even buy a magazine. He can only pick a lonely one.

"Hello? Yang Bian, I can't buy the latest square at all. Why didn't you keep one for me?"

"I'm sorry," Yang Yuan, the editor, said to him on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Ying Zheng, I had left it, but everyone came to ask me for it. You took it one by one, and I took it all."

Zhao Zhenying suddenly asked him, "to be honest, are cartoons like Huocheng common?"

"How can it be common? This kind of masterpiece is rare in ten years."

"But... How can they be willing to finish the dance with such a hot work?" Zhao Zhenying also wondered, "is it the great aunt?"

He called home and ran so many times that he had given up.

As a result, as soon as I got home, I saw a burly muscular man holding the key to open the door.

This was the first time Zhao Zhenying saw the neighbor. A "sleeping slot" jumped out of his heart at that time.

It turned out that it was such a "big guy" who choked with himself across the wall!

He thought to himself, this guy's fist down, his little body will not be able to carry it, and he will never be recognized.

So, as he continued to call, he turned smoothly as he passed his door, and then walked up, pretending to be a resident upstairs.

Just as he thought he had fooled himself perfectly, suddenly a big hand pressed on his shoulder. "Old fellow, you walked over."

Zhao Zhenying was shaking and her legs were almost soft.

He looked back and squeezed out a smile more ugly than crying: "what? My house is upstairs. What are you holding me for?"

Jin Ke sneered: "still pretend! I can hear your cheap voice two miles away. You pretend to be your horse with me here!"

"No, no, you recognize the wrong person." Zhao Zhenying quickly lowered his voice, but it was of no use.

Jin Ke rubbed his big fist and looked at him with a smile: "didn't you let me find Wuguan? Wouldn't you still be a little?"

"It's really not me." Zhao Zhenying felt afraid that she was not going to die.

At this time, he suddenly swept the light beside his eyes to the thing in Jin Ke's hand. It turned out to be a weekly square!

"Do you like comics too?" he tried to take the topic elsewhere.

Jin Ke was also stunned: "why? Muscle men can't like comics? Are you biased against us?"

"No! How could it!" Zhao Zhenying hurriedly said, "to tell you the truth, I'm actually a cartoonist."

"You? Draw comics?" Jin Ke smiled. "Just like you, draw Huang man. What I despise most is people like you. If you can't make a good story, you'll only get through the wrong door."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhenying quit immediately: "Hey! My little temper, you can insult my personality, but you can't insult my professional ethics! I'm a cartoonist with integrity! I never paint yellow!"

"Really?"

"Top... At most, the underwear is gone, but, however, how can the underwear be regarded as yellow? So beautiful things, only those who have evil thoughts in their hearts will feel yellow!" Zhao Zhenying's voice became more and more empty.

Jin Ke heard that Yan punched Zhao Zhenying on the wall behind him, which scared him to shrink his neck.

He thought the other party was angry. As a result, Jin Ke said loudly, "well said! I appreciate your tall cartoonist! Come and sit in my house. Let's talk about what underwear you have painted."