Although Li Er was mentally prepared, he didn't expect the new works to be so ...... Rotten.

If the serialized works are just average, then the works in his hands are so rotten that they even feel that they are a waste of complaining.

Take the original manuscript in his hand as an example, the plot is borrowed from "Young Grandmaster", the character setting is borrowed from "Hunter", and the painting style is more than ten years behind the times. Such a comic, if you can get through guò, you will have a ghost.

Li Er put the manuscript back in a brown paper bag, sealed it, and placed it on the side where it could not be passed.

He picked up another manuscript. This time it's a different matter entirely. The story is too stream-of-consciousness to be completely incomprehensible. The character's behavior is not logical at all, and the drawing is not up to standard, and it is not clear.

Li Er pinched his brows, could it be that his review standards were too high?

Slowly, he also discovered the pattern. Generally, if the address is a manuscript from a comic school, it will be slightly more commercialized. Sometimes the commercialization is too much, and the story is full of immediacy, but it is chicken.

If the shipping address is private, the questions are more varied.

He saw a book in which the protagonist finished college at the age of three, was proficient in eight Chinese languages and was still the leader of the killer, who was 3 million kilometers away from home, had a group of 100,000 maids, and the razor used in the morning was worth a middle-class life's salary, or used and discarded. All the female characters, from three-year-old girls to seventy-year-old grandmothers, are obsessed with the protagonist.

There was simply no slightest defense, and he was poisoned.

Rotten is rotten, Li Er still has a professional reputation as an editor. Even the most casually drawn manuscripts are carefully flipped through without rolling or folding. Some manuscripts come with envelopes and stamps, and they are picked out separately and set aside. When the final review is completed, the intern editor will naturally be responsible for sending it back.

As a result, he was also very slow to read, and it took him a morning to review more than 30 manuscripts.

Li Er looked up and saw that the stacked manuscripts on Zou Gu's side had almost been sorted. Li Er was a little surprised as to why Zou Gu's speed was so fast, and it wasn't until he saw his way of reviewing that he understood what was going on.

Zou Gu didn't finish reading a work at all. Sometimes, just turning a page or two, the manuscript is thrown aside in a brown paper envelope. The pile on the ground must have been all incomprehensible works, because the loss of strength was not severe, one of the envelopes had cracked, and several sheets of manuscript paper flew out.

This approach made Li Er frown. When Zou Gu reviewed the manuscript, he didn't look at whether there were stamps or anything in the envelope, and it would be particularly troublesome for the intern editor to sort it at that time.

Lear had worked as a trainee editor and knew how much useless work such an act would fill in for those who followed. So he couldn't help but say a few words: "Can't you classify it well?"

Zou Gu slammed his feet on the table and casually flipped through the pages. Suddenly hearing Li Er's words, his eyelids jumped: "What's the matter with you?"

He didn't speak at first, not because he was afraid of Li Er. Instead, he held his breath and wanted to wait for the next result to come out and teach him a lesson.

Because every time before the results come out, as long as he says a big thing, he will definitely lose. So this time Zou Gu learned smart.

Li Er was also a little annoyed: "You don't follow the rules at all. And what do you see when you turn two pages like this? Isn't it too irresponsible for the author to miss a manuscript that could have been passed?"

"Don't point fingers in front of me. Don't think it's great that you have won a few firsts, there are many editors with your achievements, and there are many in the editorial department. What qualifications do you have to mind my business!" Zou Gu was also unhappy in his heart, and his words became bitter.

"I'll reason with you well, you're not reasonable at all, are you?" Li Er laughed angrily, "And when did I get too bad about my grades?"

"What kind of attitude do you have!?" I don't know which G-spot he stepped on Zou Gu, and he blew up at once, "I tell you, the white editor-in-chief in this conference room is no more, I am the oldest, you have to listen to me." Only I command you, not me!"

"Oh, is that so?" Lear smiled coldly as he crossed his arms.

"I tell you, don't put on this pose in front of me!" Zou Gu walked over to Li Er, his bald head shining like a thousand-watt bulb. He rubbed his fingers, and the joints creaked.

"Why, if you can't make sense, you have to do it?" Li Er said disdainfully.

"Are you afraid?" Zou Gu snorted coldly, although he hadn't practiced for a long time, he had also gone to the gym to learn real kung fu. Even if you only have a little fur, you can give Lear a little color.

"Afraid? "It's a matter of principle, and Lear won't back down.

In fact, Li Er really doesn't know how to fight. The only kung fu I learned was Tai Chi, which I learned in a college physical education class. Because of the house, his physique is worse than that of ordinary people, and it is estimated that the combat power of 0.5 geese is estimated.

But even if he can't beat it, he doesn't want to show weakness. Sometimes you coax it once, and then you can't get it up. Others will think you are a bully and then look down on you forever.

Zou Gu wondered a little, could it be that this kid had also learned kung fu, but he still decided to try this kid's jin liang first.

As a result, his fist knocked down Li Er's body firmly, and Zou Gu was in a trance, so easy?

The pain stimulated Lear, not that he didn't want to dodge, but that he couldn't. He was also a little annoyed, because you would do it for such a small matter, I was too lazy to pay attention to you before, not that I was afraid of you, if I really did it, I would not care!

With a spirit of recklessness, Li Er threw a few punches in a row. The undisciplined fist, because of the infusion of all body strength, also caused a little threat to Zou Gu.

Zou Gu was beaten back a few steps, as if he couldn't withstand Li Er's attack. When he found out that he was actually facing a layman and was beaten backwards, he was also annoyed. He no longer cared about the impact in the future, and used all his strength to knock Li Er down.

His fist streaked through the air with a strong wind, and Li Er felt as if time had slowed down, and he could clearly see Zou Gu's fist getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

If you are hit by this fist, it will not be a concussion, but it will also be shocked!

At this moment of crisis, a voice suddenly sounded in Li Er's ears at this time: "Do you contract the animation "The First Divine Fist"?"

Although he didn't know what the use of this was, Li Er replied yes with his mind.

Time stopped for a moment, and a cool sensation surged through his mind. Lear suddenly found that he had some vague memories in his mind. He was not allowed to think about it, his fist was only a few centimeters away from him, and he subconsciously turned to one side and gently brushed against Zou Gu's fist.

As Li Er stood still, his two hands were raised into fists. The right hand is in front and the left hand is behind, and the left and right feet jump back and forth.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Zou Gu took a stance and swung his right fist with all his might.

The fist that I thought was unavoidable now seems so slow. Lear could clearly catch his trajectory and even clearly understand how to dodge.

He could see the flaws in Zou Gu's stance, as if he really had several years of boxing experience. Based on the power of the hip rotation in his memory, Li Er threw an uppercut. Directly hit Zou Gu in the chin.

Zou Gu rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

Li Er couldn't believe it, what was it just now, why did he actually understand boxing?

"Hiss......" There was a sudden pain in his lower back like a muscle tearing. Li Er lifted his clothes and saw that there was a palm-sized bruise on his waist. It seems that although he has knowledge of boxing, his body is nothing more than an abandoned house that has not been trained. After making the action just now, the muscles were directly strained.

He walked out of the room and went to the pharmacy next to the hotel to buy a bottle of safflower oil. When he swiped the QR code to pay, he found that the bank had sent him a text message before. Click on it and take a look, it is actually a deduction SMS!

"Your savings card account with tail number 4328 spent 2,000,000 yuan at 11:35 on October 31, and the current balance was 201,398.04 yuan. [Minghe Bank]"

At 11:35, it was just when he and Zou Gu were fighting, and there was indeed a voice asking him if he was contracted for animation......

Could it be that ......? Li Er opened his account on the small TV with his mind, and the consumption record really showed:

"The contracted animation "The First Divine Fist", the synchronization rate of the protagonist is 42%, and the consumption is 2,000,000 Chinese dollars. ”