In front of the JR train stop in Shimbashi. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is a long queue at the ticket vending machines.

Shinkai Castle dropped the 1,000 yen bill into the gold slot and pressed the "260 yen" button.

With a "beep", a ticket slid out of the spit.

In a trance, he picked up the ticket and walked towards the ticket gate of the rolling mill.

"Hey, your change!"

A girl who looked like a high school girl in the line behind him called out to him.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Shinkai Cheng blushed and grabbed the messy coins in the change trough in his hand and stuffed them all into his pants pocket.

The reason why he was a little distracted was because of the verbal agreement half an hour ago.

Thirty minutes ago.

In the café on the second floor of Neon TV.

Xinhai City turned off the video player on his laptop.

Lynda and the other two spectators, one old and one young, couldn't help but applaud on the other side, which made the guests at the coffee table around them cast curious glances at their table.

Xinhai City was also a little flattered and cramped.

The editor of Torishima pulled out a business card of his own and handed it to the wonderful young man in front of him - only then did he really want to exchange business cards with this ordinary-looking and even somewhat communicative person, because his unique and wonderful work had earned him the respect he deserved.

Manga artist Aoyama touched all the pockets on his body from top to bottom like an addict, and even took off his shoes and looked at his socks, and then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring a business card today." That, Lin Sang, please lend me your business card. ”

After that, he took one from the hand of Lin Daya, who was rolling his eyes, and drew a portrait of Detective Kenan with a ballpoint pen in the store from the blank space on the back, wrote the name of the work and his own name, and handed it to the owner of the laptop.

Xinhai Cheng also carefully handed his business cards to the two, and took the other party's two business cards at the same time.

"Ah, it turns out that you are the editor of the famous 'Juxian Society', Torishima Shuhiko!

"Wow, it turns out that "Detective Konan" is your work? Are you a signed cartoonist of Lin Sang's "AKBS Project"? Awesome, awesome!"

Xinhaicheng looked at the origin of the two, and was in awe.

Lin Da also smiled and took the baton of the topic from the greetings, looked at Xinhai Cheng's slightly excited eyes and said: "If you can, can you also sign a contract with this studio? We will use the resources of the studio to be responsible for the planning, creativity, production and promotion of your animation works!

This has to be said to be a veritable lifesaver for Xinhai City, but after he experienced a series of encounters and rejections, he inertly couldn't believe that he had really been favored by the goddess of fate.

Linda also saw that he was a little hesitant, leaned over and opened the command line window with the key combination "Tian + R" in the laptop, "pop" and entered the letters "calc", and when he hit the enter key, the calculator that came with the system popped up.

He tapped a few numbers on the window of the calculator, then pointed the computer at Xinhai City, and explained: "The copyright of your own independently produced works belongs to you 100 percent, and the promotion fee is paid by the studio, and it is divided into only 5 percent of the royalties." The copyright of the work planned and produced by the studio is jointly owned by the studio and you, and you take this proportion of royalties. ”

Xinhaicheng's expression froze directly - this is simply much higher than the expectation that he went around begging grandpa to sue grandma with his works!

It's not a dream, is it?!

Did you really meet Bole, or a great nobleman?

After that, he verbally agreed to the studio director's agreement as if in a dream, then handed him a copy of "Voices of the Far Star", agreed on the next meeting time at the Akihabara studio headquarters, and then embarked on his dream journey home.

He had now gotten down the escalator and onto the tram platform, looking up at the unfathomable night sky, which was dotted with stars, like the tranquil and mysterious cosmic stage of his own short theatrical version.

Do distant stars in space really make sounds?

Is the unexpected affirmation and gain I received today an echo of the cry I made a long time ago when I began to stubbornly pursue my ideals?

On the other hand, Lynda is also in a white Estima passenger car.

The editor of Torishima is still in the co-pilot, and he is full of praise for the new sea city he encountered today.

Linda, the driver next to him, also listened, holding the steering wheel and nodding incessantly.

Aoyama Gangchang, who was sitting in the back row, had already fallen asleep, and a loud snoring sounded in his nose.

Linda also looked at the passenger who couldn't help himself in the rearview mirror, and pulled three vertical black lines on the back of his head.

Today's harvest is not insignificant. The conversation with Neon TV gave Detective Kenan a big step forward in the animated version, and the publisher's comic editorial department and comic book writers were quite satisfied with the conditions offered by the TV station. What's more worth mentioning is that he accidentally captured Xinhai City, a trendy player who broke the conventions of animation, on the TV station, and signed under the command of the studio almost without resistance, and successfully opened up the business of his studio's animation. In this way, "AKBS Project", a studio that originated in Akihabara, will have more room for development!

The editor of Bird Island brought back to reality the thoughts of the Great Lord who was planning the future of his territory:

"Lin Sang, the cover photography I talked to you about before, the shooting location, the photographer and other preparations have basically been completed. The previous schedule has also been faxed to you. Do you have any questions over there?"

"Well, thank you. The schedule is already arranged, no problem at all. The filming of the idol girl group will go on as planned!" Lin Da also replied, pulling the steering wheel and turning a sharp turn.

Aoyama in the back row shook his body violently because of the centrifugal force, and woke up from his sleep unconsciously, vaguely heard what "idols" and "shooting", hurriedly wiped his saliva, and said to the two people in front of him dreamily: "Lin Sang, Torishima San, don't forget to call me Qingshan if you have a good thing......!

Linda and Bird Island coincidentally flashed one word in their hearts at this time: MDZZ......

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Jukensha is located on the 15th floor of the Jimbocho main shrine.

In the photography studio, it was a busy scene.

A group of people enthusiastically surrounded the leader and general manager of this filming meeting, the editor Torishima, asking how they could help. They come from various departments up and down the Juxian Society, and they don't care if they are related to the "Young Run" manga weekly, as long as they get the news that the idol girl group in Akihabara is coming to the publishing house to shoot the cover, they all salivate and come over to join the handle, obviously contributing to the group, but actually want to see the demeanor of young beautiful girls.

"Torishima-san, what do you think I can do? I'm in good physical condition, so I'd like to lift a reflector for the shooting team, I'm the best at it. ”

A young editor of the Literature Department brazenly hooked his left hand and said flatteringly beside Torishima.

The editor didn't speak, but lowered his head and pointed with his thumb behind him.

"Huh? haha...... Editor, you're here too. I, I'm just passing by, and I'm going to come by and see if I can contribute my meager strength...... Haha......"

I saw the young editor's immediate boss, a middle-aged editor with a serious face, holding a reflector on standby in the shooting team.

The two generations of middle-aged and young editors seemed to understand something, and the scene became embarrassing for a while.

"Torishima-san!" A familiar voice came from behind the door, and an old man with gray hair pushed the door and entered, shouting, "Where do you see this lifebuoy when to put it......?"

"Editor, you're here too?......"

Both men shouted at the same time.

Three generations of editors, old, middle-aged and young, gathered at this shooting meeting!