Recently, a murder incident has been attracting the attention of netizens around the neck. A few days ago, this 'big V murder case' was finally cracked by the Chaoyang District police. The hostess with red lips and white teeth turned over a page of snow-white manuscript and looked at the camera.

“…… The suspect Wang is actually a rookie cartoonist with a good reputation in the comics industry, and is serializing comics in a comic magazine, and until press time, Wang's works are still serialized in the magazine. ”

The hostess smartly turned her head to the other side.

The gray-haired male host quickly took over the conversation: "Now, the physical and mental health of teenagers is really worrying." I think many parents and friends in front of the TV have the same idea as us. ”

"Well, that's true. So we invited Professor Yang Zhuanjia from the Department of Psychology of Shanghai Beijing University to analyze this incident for us. Hello Professor Yang!"

"Hello. A man who could not hide his obscene temperament with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks even if he was dressed like a dog nodded, raised the beautifully packaged "Weekly Shangjing Boy" in his hand and said: "The magazine in my hand is the magazine serialized by the suspect in this incident." You can see,I flipped it over.,There's a lot of pictures of the girl RUO exposed.,There are also a lot of violent and dark scenes.,This kind of content is very detrimental to the physical and mental health of teenagers.。 ”

The camera gives the magazine cover a long close-up, and the magazine's name is clear in the shot.

"What kind of impact will it have if you read these kinds of books for a long time?" said the hostess with a worried face.

"That's a lot. Professor Yang pushed his glasses, "Grades have dropped, I have poor concentration, I am restless, and I have some fantasies about female classmates." Violent tendencies, conflicts with classmates, imitation crimes, etc., this is possible. ”

The hostess made a frightened look: "So strict?"

Professor Yang glanced down imperceptibly, felt that the camera was aimed at him again, and hurriedly said: "That's right, so some magazines and publishing houses are really out of conscience. In order to attract people's attention, these businessmen deliberately made such vulgar and obscene things, and they didn't even know that their cartoonists were murderers, so that the problematic works polluted the physical and mental health of the children now. I am firmly against this kind of behavior!!"

As he spoke, he raised his arms in the air, an excited expression on his face.

"You're saying we should boycott these magazines that offer bad content, right?"

"That's right. We should unite and launch the Book of the People, and we should resist these ...... as ZF wills."

The picture flashed, Gu Yan and Tamura turned around at the same time, and saw Li Er holding the remote control with an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry, I really can't stand it." ”

"That was "Weekly Shangjing Boy" just now...... What is the murderer in it?" Gu Yan said with a frown.

"What happened when I went back to Japan? Our work won't be affected, and I still have to pay for my tuition with the money I earn as an assistant!" Tamura almost cried, biting his lip.

Lear is also a bit big-headed. He didn't expect that the TV station would directly type out the name of the magazine, and the public relations department of the magazine was collectively deaf because of the New Year's Day holiday? Those psychologists and educators were not used to the comic industry, and if they were given a target to attack, wouldn't the bright and dark arrows all fly over?

Now I can only hope that no one believes this **** professor. In recent years, there are many scumbag scholars who want to rely on one or two focus events to hype up their popularity, and they are all looking forward to making money from this. The wealth is moving, and "Shangjing Boy" is afraid that it will hurt the muscles and bones.

Although Li Er knew that the situation was more critical now, he still couldn't say those analyses in the face of Gu Yan and Tamura.

"Don't worry, even if something happens, it won't affect you. Let's go to work first, I'll ask Editor-in-Chief Zhao to see what the situation is......"

"It's going to be fine, after all, the magazine has been in business for so long, and there have been bigger storms than this. Tamura nodded vigorously as if he wanted to hint at himself, "I'm sure I'll be able to get through this time safely!"

"If only it could be like this......" Gu Yan paused and stood up from the sofa, the hem of his skirt hanging down. She looked at Lear, who was walking to the balcony with her phone, but there was still no phone answer.

At this time, the headquarters of "Weekly Shangjing Boys" in the bustling city center is ushering in a storm.

Zhao Pang, who ended his vacation early, took his stomach hard, and his long office career tortured him from a tender and green Zhengtai to a fat uncle. But what remains unchanged is the sincerity and love for manga as always.

But those directors up there aren't going to open up to you for the sake of your love of comics. Zhao Pang knew that many of them didn't know anything about comics, and they just saw that the animation industry was profitable, so they stepped in to get a piece of the pie.

For Zhao Pang, this undoubtedly cast a shadow on the trial he was about to face. Just like Bao Congyun's time, "Weekly Beijing Boy" has always pursued the editor-in-chief responsibility system. If "Weekly Shangjing Boy" suffers any irreparable losses, no matter how much the editor-in-chief has created interests for the company before, he will resign and leave.

This is the cruelty of the industry's first.

Even though Zhao Pang, the editor-in-chief, still had a temporary title in front of him, those capitalists who are good at knocking on the marrow and sucking the bones do not understand this. If he makes the stocks in their hands and the income in their pockets suffer, then even if he is a temporary worker, he will have to roll up and get out!

Zhao Pang swallowed his saliva and straightened the bow tie on his chest. God knows how long it had been since he had worn such a serious suit, and the heavy fabric made it difficult for him to walk like a pair of heavy armor.

As he walked into the conference hall, the directors collectively turned their heads, and the original discussion suddenly stopped as if the mute button had been pressed. Their suits are all lifeless black, gray, brown-black, and make people feel as if they have stepped into a coffin.

Nian Shanyao had a faint haggard look on his face, although he covered up a thing or two by means of guò makeup, how could he hide it from Zhao Pang, who ate with observation?

"Sit. ”

Nian Shanyao's secretary moved a chair across the long table, just at the end of the round table, facing Nian Shanyao, who was sitting first.

Zhao Pang sat down next to the tip of the chair, and his huge body made the fragile chair sway.

"Since yesterday, the news reports of major TV stations against our company have not stopped, including four star TV stations, 26 provincial TV stations, and four online media. Why hasn't crisis PR been launched?"

Zhao Pang felt very wronged. It's not that he's inactive, but after all, he's the interim editor-in-chief, and he's on vacation. There is not one person in ten who can command.

But Nian Shanyao did not agree with his explanation.

"You've disappointed me. ”

The atmosphere in the conference room was as heavy as a mountain, and Nian Shanyao's face was gone. He crossed his hands forward, slowly bringing them together. The rest of the directors looked at Zhao Pang with eyes without the slightest emotion, like an ancient knife and axeman, just waiting for an order, Zhao Pang's head would fall to the ground.

At this time, Zhao Pang realized that Nian Shanyao was no longer the editor-in-chief who single-handedly brought him out. Standing in the position of chairman, he thinks more about economic interests. Even if Zhao Pang's mistake was indeed excusable, it would not help.

Perhaps, it is a mistake not to replace and suppress the package from the old part of the cloud without drastic measures. But there's no way he's going to have that chance......

Because he knew that he was probably leaving. The number of people who can succeed him should be as many as possible in the eyes of the board of directors. However, how much money can buy highly educated talents, and how many editors can be bought who can unearth good comics?

Maybe they will give themselves a fig leaf and let themselves leave on their own initiative, just like Bao Congyun. But so what?

People are not plants and trees, how can they not have feelings for the place where they have been staying for more than 30 years. And where should he go from here?

Zhao Pang was confused.