The massage chair is buzzing, and the 12 massage heads under the leather case are kneading, tapping, percussion, opening the back, acupressure, and kneading like a real masseuse.

Feng Manlou drank all the ice milk, and the heat in his body disappeared, feeling more refreshing than drinking a cup of ice and music in dog days, and he felt that the pores of his body were open and relaxed.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Mr. Inoaka, I always thought that the characters in Nishang Manga had too exaggerated expressions when they drank cold milk after soaking in the hot spring, but I didn't expect to drink a glass of ice milk after steaming, it was really so comfortable~"

Naru Inoaka also drank the cold milk, sighed in satisfaction, and then lay back on the massage chair.

Due to his small size, he seemed to be sunk into the inside of the massage chair, and only a little tip of his nose could be seen from the side.

"Fengjun, if I have the opportunity to return to Nishang Country with the manga in the future, I will definitely invite you to go to the famous Twin Bird Hot Springs.

To be honest, it feels more comfortable than a sauna. ”

"Haha, okay, that's it. "The wind is all over the hallway.

It was so comfortable that both of them began to close their eyes and enjoy themselves, and neither of them spoke anymore.

After a while, Jing Zhongming's phone suddenly rang.

He quickly picked up the phone and apologized to the people around him for being disturbed.

"Hello, I'm Naru Inaka, may I ask who you are......

Editor-in-Chief Han of Z Weekly?!"

Jing Zhongming's eyes widened, and he nodded wildly, "Hi One", hung up the phone, and his eyes lit up with surprise, "Fengjun, Editor-in-Chief Han of Z Weekly said that he wanted to meet me later?!"

"Good thing, go. The massage head returned to the neck, and Feng Manlou's head swayed like an electric shock.

Naruto Inoi nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, his phone rang again.

"Hello, I'm Naru Inaka, may I ask who you are......

Ha?!

You are Editor Liu of Xingman Weekly?!

Hi one, no contract signed yet.

Hi one, we'll talk again tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Jing Zhongming was no longer shining, but trembling all over.

He said in a trembling voice: "Wind ...... Fengjun, Xingman Weekly plans to serialize my comics in the supplement!"

"Is Xingman Weekly??is it famous?" Feng Manlou is poor in this life, and he has no money to buy comics and doesn't know the market.

"Xingman Weekly is the second largest circulation comic publication of Flower Growers, and it has a certain market overseas!" said Naru Inaka excitedly.

"That's right, then serialize them, you haven't been bought out by Z Weekly, right?"

"No, we haven't had time to sign the contract yet. ”

"Then you made money this time, the editor-in-chief of Z Weekly asked you overnight, and he must have wanted to sign a contract with you, and you just took the opportunity to raise the price. ”

"That...... Fengjun, I have a reluctant request, I wonder if you can agree?" Jing Zhongming rubbed his hands and spit out.

The massage chair in Fengmanlou just stopped, so he sat up, "It's all so familiar, I have something to say." ”

"That, I don't know if Fengjun can accompany me to meet the editor-in-chief of Z Weekly, if you are not there, I have no ......bottom in my heart," Ann Nami.

In Jing Zhongming's opinion, the reason why he was able to drive low and go high today and survive in a desperate situation was because of the college student in front of him.

Inadvertently, he has taken Feng Manlou as his backbone.

Feng Manlou thought for a while, "Okay, I'm going to have a supper anyway, so let's go together, where do you meet?"

The editor-in-chief booked a box in the silver cabinet. ”

"Isn't that a KTV, how can you make an appointment to talk about things in that kind of place?"

"I don't know, but what the editor-in-chief means is that not only can you talk about things, but you can also sing, drink, and eat supper. ”

Feng Manlou waved his hand, "Nonsense, how to negotiate a contract in that environment, let him come to Xinmao Plaza, let's find a quiet tea room to talk about things first, and then have supper." ”

In the end, Comrade Lao Feng knows a little bit about this routine of drinking high first and then talking about things.

With the shy and introverted personality of Inaka Ming, as long as two glasses of spirits are in the stomach, and two enthusiastic girls are coaxed, most of them can even sign the deed of sale.

If it's just that he was cheated, the key is that he has already made a verbal agreement with himself, as long as "Kamen Superman of the Flower Planter" has the opportunity to make a special effects drama, let himself play Panda Kamen Superman!

If you become famous in one fell swoop, wouldn't you make a fortune in an instant and become well-off?!

Now they are a community of destiny, and helping Jing Zhongming fight for his rights and interests is helping himself!

Naru Inaka is a little embarrassed, the editor-in-chief of Weekly Z is a big man who can decide his own fate, and it doesn't feel good if he is called around at will.

"Don't worry, now that you are not only popular, but also have the backing of Xingman Weekly, there is no need to worry too much. Feng Manlou patted him on the shoulder, "Trust me, be strong, be confident, that's right." ”

It was in this confident tone, in the booth before, Fengjun also used this tone to tell himself, "The opportunity to become famous has come!"

Jing Zhongming was instantly infected by this confidence, and clenched his fists and said: "Hi Yi, I listen to Fengjun, this will let the editor-in-chief Han come to Xinmao Plaza!"

"Haha, that's right!"

......

Box 666 of the silver cabinet, the music is deafening, and the light is constantly changing.

This is a luxurious large box, with plenty of space, a leather sofa that is long and soft, and a huge glass table of 4 square meters full of fruit plates and snacks.

In the center of the sofa, a man in a shirt and trousers, holding a bewitching girl in his left and right hands, is holding a cigarette, looking like he is in his chest.

He is the editor-in-chief of Z Weekly's Guoman classification, Han Zaiying.

It is different from the orthodox manga editors who rely on their experience to discover new writers.

Han Zaiying belongs to the wild road of halfway monks, he used to work in a headhunting company, and the reason why he was able to become the editor-in-chief of Z Weekly is because he can dig people and have deep routines.

He never wastes time discovering grassroots newcomers, but only wholeheartedly takes advantage of the time difference between signing and distribution to cut off those newcomers who are emerging in well-known comics, and uses all means.

After winning it, take advantage of the newcomers' eagerness to sign a "deed of sale" if they don't know how to do it and want to become cartoonists as soon as possible, so that they want to cry without tears.

In just half a year, he already has 2 comics with good responses, which have supported half of the electronic subscription of Z Weekly, and he has been in the limelight for a while.

After eating a grape handed over by the girl, he began to mumble to himself: "This Jing Zhongming's luck is really amazing, and he actually took care of a guy with strong martial arts to pretend to be a panda mask."

Now that the video of Panda Masquerade defeating the robbers with one move is all over the Internet, I can't treat him like a miscellaneous fish in the library anymore.

Alas, if I had known that he had this luck, I would have signed a buyout contract with him earlier.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a little more effort.

The ecstasy array has been laid down, and it is impossible for a destitute and down-and-out cartoonist like Naruto Inaka to escape.

As long as the contract is signed, spend some money to find a water army to build momentum.

I have a troika in my hands, and the position of editor-in-chief of Z Weekly will definitely be mine in the future. ”

He put down his hand, took out two thousand points from his wallet and gave it to the girl next to him, "When that dwarf winter melon comes in, you can play with me and send me a wave, as long as you can fascinate him, I will give you another two thousand for each person afterwards!"

The two women happily accepted the money, and immediately said that they must cut the dwarf winter melon under the horse.