The next morning, Zhong Yue went to the magazine office again.

He was greeted by the girl with large black-rimmed glasses. The trend is really a big reincarnation in 20 years, and the most popular glasses frame that this little girl carries is exactly the same as Feng Zikai's.

"My name is Zhao Lele. The little girl carried the work card hanging on her chest.

Zhong Yue nodded slightly, signaling the question mark.

"Editor-in-chief, Mr. Qiu is here. ”

Liu Ping pushed her glasses, walked out of the office, and said with a smile: "Hello Mr. Qiu, you come with me, our executive president wants to see you." ”

Zhong Yue followed Liu Ping, who had some bucket waists, towards the corridor on one side, and arrived at the door of the three separate office meetings, where Editor-in-Chief Liu knocked on the door.

"Please come in. ”

"President Wang, Mr. Zhong is here. ”

The middle-aged man stood up, put one hand against the unbuttoned suit, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qiu, please, Ah Ping, go and let someone pour two cups of tea." ”

"Hello Mr. Qiu, my name is Wang Rui. The middle-aged man shook hands with Zhong Yue and motioned for Zhong Yue to sit on the sofa, "You wrap yourself like this, this is ......"

Zhong Yue wrote on the sticky note with a pen, "I'm burned, and I can't see the light." ”

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I saw your painting yesterday. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who use the techniques of Chinese painting to draw comics, especially those like you who draw so vividly, I take the liberty of asking, where did you learn from? Don't worry, I don't mean anything else. ”

Zhong Yue shook his head.

President Wang smiled awkwardly.

"President, tea is here. Zhao Lele knocked on the door.

"Come in. Wang Rui continued, "After seeing Mr. Qiu's painting yesterday, I was very touched, but the style of interjection needs to change greatly, I don't know if Mr. Qiu can grasp it, in this way, the probation period is one month, if you do a good job, then the monthly salary will be set at 5,000, what do you think?"

Zhong Yue didn't want to make more money or earn less, but at this stage, he really had to find a place to settle down. On the one hand, he can heal, on the other hand, he can feel the customs and learn the subtraction of painting that Master Feng instructed him.

The development of painting to the present, and then to flowers, birds, insects, fish, landscapes and beasts as the theme, can only be said for the public, the formation of aesthetic fatigue, in the elegant art museum exhibition, seems to be boring, there is a tasteless sense of chicken ribs, he must find the meaning of his painting and expression.

Zhong Yue nodded, agreeing.

Wang Rui crossed his fingers and said with a smile: "That's it, someone will contact you later." By the way, you have a place to live. If not, we can provide dormitories here. ”

Zhong Yue hesitated for a moment, feeling that it was better not to be scary like this, so he shook his head and said that he didn't need it.

……

"Come with me, this is your desk, a little closer to the bathroom. Liu Ping smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's convenient for you to wash the inkstone and change the water." ”

Zhong Yue glanced at the desk, fortunately this is not the location facing the bathroom, just his back to the bathroom, in a corner position, but there is a window on the side, looking down, he can see the street view of the city, so he nodded.

Liu Ping said: "There are ten manuscripts here, you should practice first." We're about to transition to a semi-monthly magazine, and with the possibility of illustrations, each issue will have a thematic cover, which you will design. During this trial period, your work will be submitted as an alternative along with the work of our previous part-time artist. If you do well during your probationary period, you'll be the art editor of our New Reader magazine in no time. ”

Zhong Yue smiled slightly. This is a bit of a stealing of people's jobs, but in this era, competition is inevitable, in the past he was relying on crushing all the way forward, now such a life, experience the pressure and cruelty of competition, it is also an experience.

Seeing Zhong Yue in a daze, Liu Ping said, "Then you are free, I'll go to work first." ”

Zhong Yue put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone away, because it was an illustration, the color was always needed, for this reason, he also exchanged some Chinese painting paints from the system. Nowadays, the Chinese painting pigments bought on the market are all chemical pigments, and the real Chinese painting pigments are a combination of mineral and plant natural pigments.

In each porcelain box, there are some of the most basic pigments, seeing the bottles and cans on Zhong Yue's table, some little girls from the editorial department who passed by gathered around Zhong Yue, chattering and asking.

"Mr. Qiu, are these all Chinese painting paints? ”

"This is cinnabar, isn't it? It's so different from the aluminum tube paint I used to use. ”

Liu Ping heard the sound outside, opened the door and walked out, "Don't disturb Mr. Qiu's creation." ”

Under the "obscenity" of the editor-in-chief, several little girls in the editorial department slipped away one after another. Liu Ping and Zhong Yue looked at each other and smiled.

Zhong Yue felt that Fu Guoqiang definitely didn't tell Liu Ping his real age, he was dressed like this, Liu Ping estimated that he was an old man in his fifties and sixties, and the shouting of Teacher Qiu was really a bit tormenting him.

He looked at the selected manuscripts, as well as at the previous issues of New Reader, each with a theme, and then nearly twenty or so stories in it. He looked at the illustrations of the previous issues, some of them are real photos, it is estimated that they were found from the Internet, for the photos, the possibility of suspected infringement is very small, because some photos of bad streets, no one can see it with a little retouching and a filter, and there are many paintings, Zhong Yue can see that they are all from the hands of one person.

Although it's said that the painting is passable, and it matches the content quite well, it's just not infectious, it seems to be drawn for illustration, but it's dispensable.

After Zhong Yue had a general understanding of the number of illustrations needed for each issue of the journal and the overall layout, he picked up the manuscript and began to read.

As Feng Zikai said, if painting can become another expression of literature, become humane and reflect social issues, then it can be a new vitality.

Zhong Yue drank tea, looking at these screened and edited stories, looking at the old god at ease.

Liu Ping stood in Wang Rui's office, looking through the shutters at Zhong Yue in the corner outside.

"Ah Ping, is this person reliable?"

"It should ...... Reliable, right...... I watched him draw this painting on the spot. ”

"He's not going to paint this one, I've seen him for so long, and he hasn't touched a pen. The magazine is now going to be a semi-monthly magazine, and the style is changing well, if the sales can't keep up, there will be problems. ”

Liu Ping stared at the painter recommended by her ex-husband, and said secretly in her heart: Liang Ping, if you are a pit lady, you don't want to see your son this month!