The Westin Hotel, Shencheng.

"Come, let me introduce you to you, this is the author of "One Punch Man" - Fang Yingye. ”

In the hotel venue, when Chen Yuan led Fang Ye to approach the editor-in-chief Du Kexin and others, the sharp-eyed Du Kexin stretched out his hand with a smile and opened his mouth to introduce to the people around him.

"He's Fang Yingye?!"

"Tsk, four-eyed, bald, this look is really ......"

"You tap ......!"

All of a sudden, there was a burst of whispering.

Fang Ye looked around, and the faces he saw were all unfamiliar to him, so he nodded to everyone, went to the table next to him, picked up a wine glass full of orange juice from it, and found a seat to sit down.

He stayed at home painting all this time, and it was really difficult for him to fit into such an environment after he came out, and he just felt uncomfortable.

Fortunately, after only a few minutes, people's eyes gradually diminished on him, and people nearby continued to discuss the previous topic.

"Have you heard? Zhou Hongbin's personal income last year exceeded 10 million. ”

Well, according to this situation, it is estimated that he will be able to squeeze into the top ten of the rich list of Chinese cartoonists again this year. ”

"His "Stealing Stars in September" was indeed the company's fastest transformation work, although the plot is routine, but it is absolutely very successful in the transformation of the market. ”

"Don't be envious, you don't want to think about seeing so many signed cartoonists at that time, he was the fastest transformer, and he was already a big man in the commercialization of his works. ”

Fang Ye listened intently to their conversations while drinking.

Suddenly, a person sat down beside him, looked at Fang Ye, and chuckled at him: "Fang Yingye, I have seen your work "One Punch Man", and it is indeed a very good painting. ”

"Thank you, it's over. ”

Fang Ye looked at the person, the other party had a round face, a little green beard on his chin, and a pair of eyes that made people feel a little sharp.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wang Peng, like you, I am also the author who just signed a contract with Huaxing Manke. ”

With that, he stretched out his hand to Fang Ye's side.

"Fortunately. ”

Shaking hands with the other party, Fang Ye said softly.

"However," Wang Peng then looked at Fang Ye, "We all feel that your creation is greatly influenced by Dongying, "One Punch Man" is closer to Dongying in terms of painting style and plot development, from the base of the work, it is more like a Dongying comic, rather than a Chinese comic." ”

“……”

Fang Ye glanced at the other party when he heard this, and said with a smile: "It's true, I studied abroad in Dongying before, and I was influenced by that side, but I think that good comics should know no borders, and there is no need to distinguish them so clearly." ”

"Of course," Wang Peng nodded after hearing this, "But do you know? Many people here think that the company should not decide that you should participate in this year's Golden Dragon Award this time, it is a comic contest belonging to Huaguo, and it stands to reason that a real Chinese comic should participate in the competition, and with your creative style, even if it is a new work, it will more or less have the flavor of a stock of comics......

"Heh......"

Fang Ye was about to argue, when suddenly another person sat down beside them and shouted: "It's almost over, Wang Laosan, today is the company's animation salon, not your debate." ”

The person who shouted was a young man with short silver-gray hair, and his facial features were sunny and handsome, looking like an idol star.

"Annoying guy," Wang Peng glanced at the young man who suddenly inserted himself into the conversation with Fang Ye, his face suddenly became a little ugly, he muttered in a low voice, and got up and walked away.

"This guy ......"

Looking at Wang Peng's back, the silver-gray-haired young man sighed, then turned around and explained to Fang Ye: "Wang Peng's character is like this, don't take it to heart." ”

“…… Oh," Fang Ye nodded.

"However, Fang Yingye, are you going to sit here alone? Today is an anime salon, come, I'll take you over to meet everyone," Seeing that Fang Ye was still drinking by himself, the silver-gray-haired young man blinked and couldn't help but speak.

"Hmm," Seeing the other party pointing to the place where a bunch of people were sitting behind him, Fang Ye thought for a moment, quickly got up from his seat, and followed the other party over.

"Sit down, it just so happens that Yuan Ye is talking to the newcomers about some interesting things," seeing Fang Ye coming over, the silver-gray-haired young man smiled and said in a low voice.

At this time, in front of the two of them, a group of young people were sitting around the famous middle-aged man, listening to the middle-aged man talking inside.

"Today, I want to tell you some stories that you don't know yet, and I can guarantee that no one here really understands it except for Editor-in-Chief Du!"

The middle-aged man, who was called Yuan Ye by the silver-haired young man, said loudly to the people who were listening.

"Lao Yuan, don't sell it, talk about it quickly!"

Someone at the bottom shouted.

"Ahem, you were born in China, and when you were a child, you must have heard your parents mention a limerick poem, and I will read it to you now————

A stick messes the South China Sea,

Nine swords shook the North Pass.

Yama enters the eastern courtyard,

The pagoda falls on the West Mountain.

I think many people have heard this poem, but how many people know the story behind this poem?"

After Yuan Ye finished reciting this limerick poem, he said with a mysterious expression.