"Uh... Uncle, do you think I look like a fool? You don't want to say, in fact, you're a Saiyan, right? Saiyans don't gnaw pig's trotters like that. Lu Menglin took advantage of the situation and said silently.

Of course I'm an earthling, a Saiyan made it up. However, I do have some connection with this Dragon Ball!"

The black-faced uncle pretended to raise his head profoundly, holding half a pig's trotter in his hand, and looked out the window as a peerless master.

"Ha! You can't be the author Akira Toriyama? I don't believe it! Akira Toriyama is Japanese, but you obviously aren't. Lu Menglin saw that he was talking interestingly, and he also joked casually.

"No, of course not! Akira Toriyama is a master of manga, and I'm just an ordinary person, not comparable to a master. The black-faced uncle hurriedly shook his head.

"Then I don't understand, it has something to do with Dragon Ball, are you a dragon conjugated? I don't look like it! hehe!" Lu Menglin deliberately joked.

The black-faced uncle was dazed by what he said, so he had to say honestly: "Do you know the Hainan Photography Art Publishing House? That is, the publishing house that moved "Dragon Ball" into our China, and I am the vice president!"

"What? Are you from Hainan Photography Art Publishing House?" Lu Menglin automatically filtered out the three words of vice president, and with his current understanding of this black-faced uncle, nine times out of ten he was putting gold on his face.

"What's the matter, you know how good I am!" This black-faced uncle, who claims to be the vice president, is obviously also a flying personality, and he is very compatible with young people.

"Well, I know, the conscience of the piracy industry! By the way, have you gone out of business?" Lu Menglin said whatever he thought of, and blurted out.

The black-faced uncle was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said with a wry smile: "Ah, yes! You know even this? Yes, we have disbanded." Originally, we also wanted to hold an annual meeting, but we didn't expect it to be over so soon, alas!"

As soon as he said this, Lu Menglin was a little upset, so he had to put down the lunch box in his hand, gently patted the black-faced uncle on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be sad! History will remember you! At least you let our generation see Japanese comics and see other people's good things." What you've done is actually quite meaningful. ”

As soon as these words came out, the black-faced uncle was stunned, raised his head in disbelief, and looked at Lu Menglin in a daze.

The publishing house was ordered to dissolve by his superiors because of copyright issues, and he has been sad for many days, and this time he came out to participate in the annual meeting here, on the one hand, to relax, and on the other hand, he also wanted to move around and see if there were any new opportunities.

It's just that I didn't expect that in such an environment, chatting with the kid in front of me, I talked about a little bit of acquaintance, and I felt like I was a friend of wine.

"Damn! It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise I would have said a few words to you, and my life would have been a big white one!" the black-faced uncle sighed abruptly.

Lu Menglin was also quite touched, nodded and said: "As long as the spirit of innovation does not die, you can start again at any time!"

"Well, just like in the movie "Divine Whip", although the braids are cut, the gods are still there, it's enough! Our Hainan photography will have a chance to rise in the future!" said the black-faced uncle excitedly while slapping it on the table.

Lu Menglin had to nod, but in his memory, Hainan Photography and Art Publishing House did not seem to turn over, and since then it has disappeared in the long river of Chinese animation history and become the object of remembrance.

Because no matter how ambitious and enterprising they are, after all, it is a piracy industry, and there is no original content, and it is too normal to be killed every minute.

"Uncle, are you done? I'll throw these lunch boxes out. Lu Menglin said calmly.

The black-faced uncle seemed to be still immersed in the grief of the past, and he had no interest in speaking for the time being, so he just waved his hand casually, signaling Lu Menglin to be casual himself.

Lu Menglin simply cleaned up the garbage on the table, packed it and took it out of the room.

If you wait for the waiter to collect it, the taste will be too big, so it's more convenient to take it out yourself.

Carrying the garbage bag, Lu Menglin only took a few steps forward, when he heard the elevator at the corner of the corridor clang, and the door opened.

Three people walked out of the elevator, one of them was the round-faced girl who had been at the front desk before, and the other two were in suits and leather shoes, tied ties, and their hair was combed and shiny, looking like two grooms from a distance.

When the round-faced girl saw Lu Menglin, she immediately pointed at him and said, "That's him! ”

As soon as the other two men in suits heard this, they immediately rushed to meet Lu Menglin.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Lu?" asked one of the men in a suit calmly in a voice full of sincerity.

Lu Menglin was stunned for a moment, since he was reborn to ninety-eight years, this is the first time that he has been called by such an honorific title, but he is not stage frightened at all, he nodded politely and smiled: "I am Lu Menglin, Mr. dare not be." ”

Another man in a suit hurriedly stepped forward and introduced with a smile on his face: "This is the editor-in-chief Hu of our science fiction world, he is very optimistic about your work "Anti-Material War", and he specially came to visit you. I didn't expect you to be so young!

The man in the suit, known as Editor-in-Chief Hu, nodded again and again and exclaimed: "The future is terrifying, the future is terrifying! What university is Mr. Lu currently studying? There are many very advanced ideas in your works, and after reading them, our colleagues in the editorial department are all amazed and eager to come and meet you!"

Lu Menglin listened to the other party's introduction of Wen Xiaoxiao, and was really a little awkward, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be so polite, just call me Xiao Lu." I'm only a sophomore in high school this year, and I'm not going to go to university until next year!"

"Ah, it's only a sophomore in high school?" The three people present were all stunned, but they didn't expect that this cutting-edge celebrity who was highly respected by the editorial department of the magazine was actually a high school student.

"This, this is a hero out of a teenager! The future is limitless! I look forward to Lu Xiaodi's better works. ”

The editor-in-chief Hu didn't know what to talk about with this high school student author for a while, and he had never encountered this situation before!

In fact, those of them who are editors-in-chief of magazines are naturally not bad in writing and eyesight, but their ability to communicate with people and deal with people is really remarkable.

When encountering such an unexpected situation, he didn't know what to talk about.

However, another man in a suit next to him reacted quickly, and hurriedly introduced himself: "Lu... Brother Xiao Lu, I am the host of this conference, my name is Lu Feng, it is a pleasure to meet you. I personally admire that you can write such a grand work at such a young age, I wonder if you would like to give you a speech at tomorrow's branch meeting?"

Lu Menglin has seen the process of the conference and knows that the next day's sub-venue exchanges are mainly arranged between science fiction authors and authors, as well as exchanges and interactions with some readers.

Lu Menglin came to participate in this annual meeting, originally wanted to deal more with colleagues from the outside world and obtain some latest information.

"Yes. It's okay to talk about your own work. However, I have read relatively little of the works of other authors, so it is inconvenient to comment on them. Lu Menglin shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

Suddenly, the two men in suits had a better impression of the big boy in front of them.

His gestures, including the tone and attitude of his speech, make people feel very measured and just right, not at all like a fledgling hairy boy who doesn't know the height of the sky.

Moreover, the literati are contemptuous of each other, and it is even more commendable that an author like him who is a young man can maintain such a humble attitude.

"Great! Listen to Brother Xiao Lu's high opinion then!" Editor-in-Chief Hu arched his hand and said with a smile.

"Okay, then don't bother for now, we have to go to visit the other authors, goodbye Brother Lu!" Lu Feng, the host of the conference, beckoned to Lu Menglin.

Lu Menglin nodded, passed by the two representatives of the organizers, and took out the garbage.