Boss Zhao, who unfolded and hung up the roll-up banner and completed the finishing work, said goodbye and left, and Naru Naru in the well bowed 90 degrees to farewell.

"Full building, do a good job, I'll go first. ”

"Don't worry, goodbye, Brother Zhao. ”

The two waved goodbye.

There are still ten minutes before the opening time, and most of the booths in the exhibition hall are ready, except for a few who are in a hurry because of mistakes.

Feng Manlou has always pursued how much money he takes and how many things he does, and Mr. Inaka has given such a high remuneration, so he naturally has to work hard.

Even though it was embarrassing, he asked Mr. Inaka to direct the signature moves of the panda mask several times, such as "Forward to Victory", "Kamen Debut", "Panda Hokuto", and "Black and White Taijiquan".

It wasn't until the well couldn't stop giving a thumbs up that he finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the drill.

"Fengjun, your movements are too standard, just like in the comics!

If my manga is made into a live-action drama in the future, I will definitely ask Fengjun to continue to play the panda mask!" said Inaka with a smile on his eyebrows.

"Haha, no problem, as long as the price is right, I can also be a stuntman. ”

Feng Manlou made two five-step fist movements, "I've practiced martial arts, if it's just a fight at the level of Superman, I'm completely fine." ”

There is a system, not to mention doing a few punching and kicking actions, just asking him to fly off the wall and walk the wall, which is just a matter of doing a few more chivalrous actions.

Search for thieves!

Naru Inaka was overjoyed, "Has Fengjun ever practiced martial arts, that's great!"

That way, the producers don't have to worry about finding stuntmen!"

"Hah, what do you mean?

Don't you want me to be a stuntman?"

"No, no, no, it's not a stand-in, if there is a chance, I want Fengjun to play the panda mask, that is, to be the starring role. ”

Jing Zhongming picked up a single book of "Kamen Superman of the Flower Planter" from the table, flipped a page casually, and pointed to a young man, "Fengjun, he is the panda mask, do you think it is a little similar to you?!"

Feng Manlou looked down, and suddenly said "Huh", "Strange, I can't imagine that the person you painted is so similar to me?!"

Jing Zhongming suddenly blossomed, "In the words of the flower planter, this is fate!"

The middle-aged cartoonist with thick glasses and a short beard begins to imagine the future.

If you want to sell film and television rights, he must be a screenwriter, otherwise the story line will definitely be changed beyond recognition.

If one day, he becomes a truly well-known cartoonist, he must return to the country of neon clothes with his works, and surprise those guys who once despised him.

Feng Manlou thought it was interesting, so he echoed a few words, which made Jing Zhongming's face flush with excitement.

Cartoonists, like novelists, need not only to have passion, but also to love fantasy and dreams.

Otherwise, if you work at the desk day after day, you won't be able to get ahead, and sooner or later you will collapse and give up.

Naru Inaka is a passionate and fantasy otaku manga artist in Nishang Country, because the local competition is too fierce, and his young manga has never had the opportunity to be serialized in publications.

Seeing the vigorous development of the animation industry of the flower planter, he resolutely came to the flower planter to seek his dream.

He worked part-time while drawing comics and submitting articles, and after three years, "Kamen Superman of the Flower Planter" finally appeared in Z Weekly.

It is also a typical example of a foreign friend pursuing the dream of planting flowers.

As the opening time gets closer and closer, enthusiastic fans have already lined up outside the gate, and when they look up at the building, the cosplayers are like traveling to the world of anime.

"Feng-kun, He-kun, please two, please let everyone see Kamen Superman's enthusiasm and justice!" Inaka Naru bowed again.

In the face of the employer, He Qiang only promised to say yes.

Feng Manlou is more like a partner, he bowed slightly, "Don't worry, I will do my best." ”

Soon, the super-burning anime BGM sounded on the radio, and the opening time is up!

The staff opened the doors on time to welcome the fans with excitement on their faces.

Jing Zhongming watched the crowd of people walking towards his booth, took a deep breath, and walked quickly around the table to sit down, his back straight.

In an instant, his palms began to sweat.

This was the first time in his life that he promoted his comics at a comic con, and he also printed 500 copies of a single book for signing at his own expense.

In the style of Nishang Country's sports news, this is a backwater battle with no way out!

Feng Manlou moved his arms and legs, walked to the booth and stood outside.

Take the money to do things, and start performing well, watch my "Panda Beidou Boxing"!

10 minutes passed......

All the fans who passed by the booth kept going elsewhere.

Jing Zhongming smiled and said, "Fengjun, He Jun, don't be depressed. Most of my manga readers are elementary and junior high school students, and those just now are adults, so it's normal not to pay attention. ”

Feng Manlou nodded, and when he saw that there was another group of younger ones, he immediately put on the "masquerade debut" posture that he thought was the most stylish, took a lunge, his left arm was straight, his right arm was bent, and his arms were raised diagonally upwards one after the other, and He Qiang also hurriedly put on the same pose.

The two of them are one on the left and one on the right, just like the two gods in the middle and the second door.

40 minutes passed......

All the middle and high school students who passed by the booth kept moving to other booths.

A few students had noticeably spotted the booth, but after a few glances, they found that they hadn't heard of it, so they left.

Jing Zhongming took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile: "Hehe, it doesn't matter. As I said, most of my readers are elementary school students and young children, and it's normal for those people to be too old to be interested. ”

Feng Manlou nodded, squatted behind him, took off his mask and took a sip of water.

2 hours have passed......

Elementary school students and toddlers led by adults jumped past the booth like sparrows.

Curiously stopped and looked at Feng Manlou and He Qiang, who were working hard to make gestures, and then ...... shouted to see Uncle Xiong, Xiong Zhong and Yang Yang Yang.

Naruto was completely depressed, his head tilted weakly to his left shoulder, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes looked at the heights with dull eyes.

If you give him a little ghost on his mouth at this time, it will be simply a "decadent prostration.gif"!

Feng Manlou had the heart to comfort a few words, but looking at the endless stream of comic fans in the surrounding booths, it seemed that the unpopular comics were not so miserable, and he felt that everything was pale and powerless.

The contrast is too obvious, the result is too cruel, and nothing will be said!

In a blink of an eye, it was noon, and the staff in charge of delivering the food delivered the box lunch.

It turned out that the careful Jing Zhongming had already ordered a boxed lunch in advance, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, plus seaweed and egg drop soup.

"Mr. Inoaka, let's eat first, there's still an afternoon to go, and maybe your reader is still on the way. ”

Feng Manlou patted Jing Zhongming's shoulder to comfort.

Jing Zhongming nodded, and Mu Ran sat cross-legged behind the table with Feng Manlou, and used the chair as a dining table to eat a boxed lunch.

Feng Manlou saw that He Qiang was also going to come in, and waved his hand, "You hold on for a while, and I'll come for you after dinner."

We don't lose if we lose, and we can't have a masked superman at the door. ”

He Qiang slandered in his heart, aren't there two plastic people at the door, why is there no Kamen Superman?!

But now he is afraid of the wind and the building is afraid to die, although he is not angry, he doesn't dare to say anything, so he can only obediently go back to the outside to pose.