Chapter 3718： The wronged songwriter (13)

"I believe you, I didn't copy Kong En's work, these are all created by you."

Zhiyu pressed her lower lip lightly, and quickly lowered her head: "But I painted the same as hers."

"The same must be plagiarism, so why did you plagiarize, not her plagiarism?"

Zhiyu stubbornly said: "She published the serial before me."

"Zhiyu, do you still want to draw comics? Draw what you like? You are standing in a dangerous position. Are you planning to abandon this world? I don't think it is worth it. You haven't proved how good you are. Why let those rumors and rumors knock you down?"

"Abandon this wonderful world, is there no unwillingness in your heart? Do you want to try, to defeat those rumors, to fulfill your dreams, and to prove your excellence. As long as you continue to inspire, you will create one after another An excellent comic."

"Can I?"

"Of course," Tang Guo took out a business card, "I am the boss of Dream Building Station. Seeing that you are a talent, people who can't bear to give up the world, decided to sign you. If you want, take this business card. Regarding your creation, I will arrange for someone to come over to communicate with you, and give you a space to create alone, and ensure that no one can disturb you."

In the darkness, a ray of light suddenly came in, and a hand stretched out, saying to let you hold on and take you to find the light. Maybe not many people will refuse.

Zhiyu was like this. She took the business card, held it firmly, and finally raised her head, looking at Tang Guo with hopeful and clean eyes: "Will you really help me?"

"Of course, you are an individual, and you will help me make a lot of money in the future. But you can rest assured that I will not treat you badly. In accordance with the benefits of all platforms, I have my own platform and 55 points."

Zhiyu emphasized: "I just want to prove myself. Money is not important."

"Money is still very important. When you prove yourself, get the best of both worlds, isn't it good? Money can buy a lot of small skirts and small hairpins without asking parents."

Zhiyu was circled in and replied: "Okay."

If you have money, it seems pretty good, you can buy your favorite computer. Now she still draws the manuscripts herself, if she uses a computer, is it better to draw on the board?

"It's getting late, go home, tomorrow I will ask someone to come and help you arrange. Remember, what you need to do next is to keep creating and never stop for a moment. Only in this way can you rush to plagiarize In front of the person."

Zhiyu didn't understand this, but some people believed her. She was very happy, and she brought the wind when she walked.

"Have you watched for so long, have you watched enough?" Tang Guo turned her head, her gaze fell on a young man.

The young man walked towards Tang Guo and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, at first I thought it was your personal trafficker."

System: I want to die.

"Later I found out that it was not, so I almost called the police." The man himself couldn't help but laugh. "You are a good man. You saved a girl who almost jumped off the bridge."

"Get to know my name is Hua Yan, a screenwriter." The man stretched out his well-knotted palm, and Tang Guo shook his hand.

"Flower words?" Tang Guo wondered, isn't this the hapless screenwriter who was grabbed and copied by Kong En?

At that time, Hua Yan was indeed caught in a plagiarism storm. At that time, Kong En had become a general situation, and even a character like Hua Yan could not clear his suspicion.