"Qin is inexplicable, can you speak human words? What do you mean? When you become the king of heaven, you feel that you are more than a cow and are about to go to heaven. Huh?" Shen Longfei was furious, and couldn't help but roar, spraying Qin inexplicably full of spittle.

Because of this song, he was hit and ridiculed one after another. First of all, he didn't dare to roar. Later, it was a cheap band, and there were many families, and he couldn't beat it. Now, it's your turn to be small!

You people, none of you are good!

Does everyone want to be my teacher, whether it's smarter than me or dumber than me?

Moreover, I dare not hit them, and I dare not hit you?

Qin inexplicably complained in his heart about Feng Wuling, you actually gave such a good song to a donkey?

Although this ugly figure is not a donkey, his cry is so similar to that of a donkey!

It can kill people invisibly!

He looked at the small hair in front of him as if he was going to eat people, very helpless, and persuaded euphemistically, "Your recording studio is one of the best in Hangzhou." I think you should open two more chains. When the time comes, you will be the leader of the recording industry in Hangzhou!

However, Shen Longfei is not stupid.

"Qin is inexplicable, Lao Tzu wants to break off friendship with you! Lao Tzu will cut off your robe and break off your righteousness today, from now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, the road will return to the road, and the old and the dead will not get along!" Shen Longfei's saliva gushed out like money.

It just so happened that Qin Tianwang was in a hurry to get up in the morning, and he didn't have time to wash his face, but now he is saved.

While wiping his face with his clothes, he kept cursing the initiator, cursing you for eating instant noodles without a seasoning packet, going to the toilet and stuffing the toilet, buying cans without pulling rings, buying milk tea without straws, eating watermelon with watermelon seeds, always being cut in line, and never being able to squeeze the bus.

The boat of our friendship is overturned, and we all blame you!

"Alright, don't talk nonsense, I'll help! ”

A good friend is someone who will never let you fall even if they can't pull you along.

"Well, it's pretty much the same, like a human saying!" Shen Longfei's ugly face suddenly smiled.

Wait, you who look down on me, if one day I rise, I will return it to you with interest!

The reason why dreams are precious is not the light when they come true, but the strength they give us to overcome difficulties.

The cursed Wind God was on his way to the café, and he made an appointment to meet Ke Fanjie at the café next to the Worm Screaming Bar.

It's a typical book and music-themed café, surrounded by shelves of all shapes and sizes, stacked with books, CDs, and cassettes.

There are also a variety of green plants that are lush and violent, which is pleasing to the eye.

He came early, and Ke Fanjie hadn't arrived yet. I found a place by the window on the south side and sat down, and there was a Magician's Weekly in the corner of the table, which was the agreed code.

I ordered a coffee, then opened my notebook and started to code. He's copying the script (of the Grim Reaper elementary schoolboy) and plans to start serializing it at the beginning of the new year.

He has no love for things like coffee, he simply doesn't like bitter things. So when you drink coffee, you will add a lot of sugar.

Life is like a cup of coffee, it is inherently bitter, and if you want to live a sweeter life, you have to add some sugar cubes by yourself.

However, no matter whether the coffee is sweetened or not, it cannot return to its original appearance, and can only exist in another form, without joy or injury, but the story it experiences has become a kind of fragrance that cannot be dissipated.

A drop of fragrant fragrance is in the mouth, but it is the world. The faint aftertaste is not as good as the yellow lotus and there is no honey sweetness, but the taste in each is endless.

In a café, the mood is always in control of the time, and the time to drink a cup of coffee can be ten minutes or an afternoon.

He was in the process of getting into the code word, and Ke Fanjie came.

A well-cut black suit, very formal. With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looks rich and elegant.

He pushed the door open and walked in. Standing straight in the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning inside. Immediately, his gaze froze, it was a young man reading a notebook, his hands were constantly typing, and the speed was very fast.

The main thing is that this guy is handsome. The kind that can eat with your face is estimated to be able to hold you to death.

And in the corner of his desk, there is a magician's weekly.

Ke Fanjie walked across from him and sat down. Feng Wuling looked up with feeling, and then looked at the Magician Weekly on the corner of the table.

"You're Feng Wuling! Hello! I'm Ke Fanjie!"

"Oh, Deputy Director Ke! Hello! Hello! I'm Feng Wuling. He quickly stood up and bowed slightly. He has never been in the habit of shaking hands with others.

Ke Fanjie also stood up and took the initiative to stretch out his hand, "Hello!"

"Please do it, what to drink?"

"Feel free, I'm not very particular about coffee. Just don't add sugar!"

Some people say that tasting tea is like tasting life, and coffee is like life. Because of this, he likes the original taste of coffee, and has always liked coffee without any added saccharin.

"I didn't expect that the supreme god in the domestic animation industry is so young and so handsome!

He was indeed shocked, this guy should still be a college student, right?

Feng Wuling was very irritable and panicked, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Come on, don't praise me." I know a few pounds and taels by myself. ”

Ke Fanjie is still very satisfied with him, not arrogant, not arrogant, not arrogant, and most importantly, very low-key. Especially young people, it is not easy to do this.

"Well, that's fine. Then let's go straight to the point, you know very well what I mean, what do you think. The coffee that Ke Fanjie ordered arrived, and he stirred it gently with a spoon.

"(Slam Dunk) and (Dragon Ball) can be handed over to you for anime adaptations, including my new work. Even the follow-up comics can be made by you. ”

Ke Fanjie frowned a little when he heard this, because the conditions he offered were really good, "What about your requirements?"

"I want a stake in your animation studio!" he said without hesitation.

Then he added, "Of course, how much money should be paid, I won't lose a penny!"

Sure enough, the poor dagger saw it!

You're like a lion's mouth!

Ke Fanjie also asked back without hesitation, "What if we don't agree?" He frowned, quickly thinking about what the other party meant. Even the action of stirring the coffee unconsciously paused.

"Why don't you agree? To put it mildly, your animation studios are now half-dead. At the end of the day, you're too conservative and don't have the courage. Stubborn and old-fashioned, without any innovation. ”

"Since you have picked out so many shortcomings, what else do you want it to do?" Ke Fanjie pressed step by step, not giving him time to think at all, trying to disrupt his rhythm and formation.

"Praise is the buyer, applause is the idler!"

Guo Degang once said that he doesn't buy vegetables just because they sound good. Only those who are picky and say that this does not wilt and that are not good are the ones who really want to buy.