"I believe you didn't copy KONE's works. You created them yourself."

Childish Yu gently pursed his lower lip and hurriedly buried his head: "but I painted the same as her."

"It must be plagiarism. Why do you plagiarize, not her?"

Zhiyu stubbornly said, "she published the serial before me."

"Zhiyu, do you still want to draw cartoons? Draw what you like? You are in a dangerous position. Are you going to abandon the world? I don't think it's worth it. You haven't proved how excellent you are. Why should you let those rumors crush you? "

"When you abandon this wonderful world, is there nothing in your heart that you are not reconciled to? Do you want to try, to defeat those rumors, to complete their dreams, to prove their excellence. As long as you're inspired, you'll create good comics. "

"I Is that ok? "

"Of course," Tang Guo took out a business card, "I'm the boss of zhumeng small station. I can't bear to see that you are a talent and can't bear to give up the world and decide to sign you. If you like, take this card. About your creation, I will arrange someone to come and communicate with you, and give you a space to create alone, so that no one can disturb you. "

In the dark, suddenly a silk light comes in, and a hand stretches out to say let you hold on and take you to look for the light. Maybe not many people will refuse.

Zhiyu is like this. She takes the business card, holds it firmly, and finally raises her head, looks at Tangguo with a pair of hopeful and clean eyes: "are you really going to help me?"

"Of course, you are a talent, and you will make a lot of money for me in the future. But you can rest assured that I will not treat you badly. Like the welfare of all platforms, I own the platform, 55 points. "

"I just want to prove myself that it doesn't matter if money is not money," she stressed

"Money is still very important. Isn't it good to get money while proving yourself? Money can buy a lot of little skirts and hairpins. Don't ask your parents for them. "

Zhiyu was surrounded and replied, "OK."

Money, it seems very good, you can buy your favorite computer. Now, she still draws the manuscript by herself. If she uses the computer, is it better to draw on the board.

"It's late. Go home. I'll send someone to help you arrange tomorrow. Remember, the next thing you need to do is to keep creating and never stop. Only in this way can you catch up with the copycat. "

Zhiyu didn't understand this, but someone believed her. She was very happy. When she walked, she was taking the wind.

"Have you seen enough for so long?" Tangguo looks back and sees a young man.

The young man came to Tangguo and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, at first I thought it was your dealer."

System: want to die.

"I found out later that it wasn't. I almost called the police." The man himself could not help laughing, "you are a good man, saved a girl who almost jumped the bridge."

"Meet my name is Hua Yan. I'm a screenwriter." The man stretched out his bony hand, Tangguo shook it with each other.

"Hua Yan?" Tangguo thinks about it in his mind. Isn't this the unlucky playwright that Kon is copying?

At that time, as soon as the incident happened, Hua Yan really fell into the plagiarism storm. At that time, the general trend of Kong en had become. Even Hua Yan, such a character, could not clear his suspicion.