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When Lin Rong followed them up to the spiral luxury staircase that she could only see in the TV series, and saw the unknown oil paintings hanging on the walls, or the Eastern and Western handicrafts of unknown age placed in a suddenly hollowed out lattice, she was already a little numb.

At this time, she couldn't help but think of a sentence that the platinum god of the book station said.

Only when an author has stable and abundant material conditions can he really create what he wants to create. You don't need to cater to other people, just create something that belongs to him.

At this moment, when she pushed open the door of the blue relief room with the flannel trim, she suddenly agreed with this in her heart.

To say that there is no envy and no jealousy is really a lie.

"Two, please wait. ”

The maid was already dressed as a maid, holding a silver tray, put a complete set of European inlaid teacups on the coffee table, and poured them black tea with a bright and crystalline color and rich aroma in a beautiful posture.

When they quietly withdrew, Lin Rongcai swallowed his saliva.

"How many good things do you have to do in this last life to be reborn in this kind of family. Lin Rong carefully picked up the teacup, closed his eyes and smelled the fragrance of the tea.

She was sincere in what she said, when she entered this book, why didn't she become a rich lady, why didn't she become Liu Yiyi, but she became Lin Yourong, who had nothing.

Sincere people are more angry than people.

"Okay, okay, you look in the mirror, don't be a nymphomaniac! If An An does a good job as your star, maybe the savings will be hundreds of millions this year, what do you envy?" Xu Shuheng hated iron and steel, "It's not all you tossed by yourself." ”

"Well, you can't say that, Mr. Xu. Lin Rong put down the cup in embarrassment, "Okay, from today onwards, I will make good money, don't worry." ”

Damn, after seeing this kind of big villa, why should she buy a small villa to live in.

She lives in one, Brother Lin lives in one, well, Xue Shen is going to come and leave him one, and then there are ten more rooms for coding!

Writing the president's essay is in the room where the princess's pink is bubbling up, writing an adventure essay is in the room where the One Piece doll is slowed down, and writing the pretending essay is in a small room with the curtains closed,......

Tsk, these days, just thinking about it, she feels so happy.

"Make money, make money!" Lin Rong clenched his fists, and a pair of watery eyes wrapped around the person next to him, "Xu Shuheng, you remember, you must remind me to make more money." Well, from the moment on, you have to play the role of your agent and fight for more benefits for us!"

"What's wrong with your nerves again?" Xu Shuheng glanced at her disdainfully, "What's the benefit later?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open by the maids on both sides, and a cat-eye boy with bare feet and curly brown hair still dripping stood in the doorway, with a notebook under his arm very casually.

Waiting until he walked in, the maids on both sides knelt on the ground obediently, wiped the water that had dripped from him, and moved very quickly, and then quietly retreated.

"Damn, all evil capitalism!" This time even Xu Shuheng was jealous.

The corners of Lin Rong's eyes twitched again, she thought that this kind of thing would only happen in comics.

Is there any reason left?

"Lin Yourong, duck?" Viscount Huang didn't seem to realize that he had done something wrong, so he took off the towel draped over his shoulders and threw it on the sofa in disgust, looking at her with a pair of cat's eyes.

Lin Rong nodded.

Before she could finish thinking about the opening remarks, Viscount Huang quickly put the notebook under his arm on the table, and when he put it down, Lin Rong noticed that there was also a hand-drawn tablet, but it was full of water.

"I've read all the sports comics, and I don't see what kind of tennis you're talking about. Viscount Huang said, and there was a little dissatisfaction in the cat's eyes.

Lin Rong's hand that was about to pick up the teacup stiffened, "Huh?"

"As you said, I can't find that tennis comic with a very good protagonist and a great supporting role. ”

"Uh, haha. I said it's a comic?" Lin Rong felt that if the corners of his mouth twitched again today, he would probably be paralyzed.

Of course you can't find it, boy, because no one in this world can draw it!

When Viscount Huang heard this, he reached out and took out his mobile phone in his pajama pocket, frowned and lowered his head and began to look through it.

"Uh, what are you looking for?"

"Chat logs, you said it's a comic. ”

“…… Ahaha," Lin Rong pressed his temples, "Young man, I'm here today to talk to you about this great comic." ”

Viscount Huang was very interested and immediately threw the phone on the coffee table, and the cat's eyes looked at her eagerly, "Hasn't this comic been released yet?"

Lin Rong looked at him, then at Xu Shuheng, who was confused next to him, and then at this extremely petty bourgeois elegant room, thinking about the ten code words in her heart, she swallowed her saliva and nodded her head as if she had made a major decision.

"Well, of course it hasn't been released yet, because it hasn't been drawn yet. ”

"What?"

Viscount Huang's cat's eyes widened suddenly, "I didn't draw it, so why are you—this is the story you came up with yourself?"

He is actually a high-IQ person, and he immediately came up with the most appropriate answer for Lin Rong.

Lin Rong had already noticed Xu Shuheng's widening eyes next to her, but she decided to listen to the voice of fate and carry out the shamelessness to the end, "Well, I have a story." But...... Can't draw. I want to meet you today, in fact, I want you to introduce a comic team. I hope to be able to make this comic, and I should say a lot of the stories in my head, come out in the form of comics. ”

"A lot of stories, you have more than that?" After Viscount Huang entered the room, the young man's voice kept rising.

Xu Shuheng was not calm anymore, "Do you have a new story, or do you say tomb robbery? What is tennis?"

"Tomb robbery, what is that?" Viscount Huang finally noticed that there was a third person in the room, but his attention immediately turned to the content of the conversation, "What is the story of tomb robbery?"

Lin Rong lowered his head slightly, this action belongs to the creator, this is the standard posture of the thinker.

She knows that in the circle of comics, the so-called cartoonists are also divided into two kinds, one is a completely original story and then drawn by herself, that is to say, the editing of the story script, the creation of character lines, to the character action storyboard, background creation, etc., are completed by the cartoonist and his assistant.

There is also a kind of cooperation between the cartoonist and the story writer, and the script creator completes the story creation or even the completion of the storyboard, and then the cartoonist carries out the follow-up drawing work.

What she wants to do now is nothing more than the second one.

She has too many stories in her head, and even too many anime works, but she doesn't have that much time to learn to draw from scratch, let alone draw them all.

Then, it's time to work with a cartoonist.

When Nebula was short of money, one of the fastest ways she thought of to attract money was anime creation, peripheral product sales, and related game creation!