"It's going to be easy to do, and we'll arrange it right away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info," said the person in charge of the exhibition.

The first exhibition hall is indeed large, the tables and chairs are also ready-made, and the organizing committee organized people to set up a booth in the middle of the place as quickly as possible, and the surroundings are still very spacious.

Wang Ling was invited, followed by thousands of people, all of whom were comic fans who had become Wang Ling's fans.

Where to paint is not a painting, so Wang Ling, who was notified to come to the No. 1 exhibition hall, did not complain. According to his eyesight, as long as these people behind him vote for him, he can properly enter the second round, so now it is the same everywhere he paints.

When he came to the booth, Wang Ling took a look, the location was quite large, and the equipment was quite complete, although it was set up temporarily, but it was no worse than the booths of those famous cartoonists. The organizing committee also arranged an assistant for him, a young girl, although not very beautiful, but the family is also a girl, it is better than arranging a black man.

The five people who were originally in the same exhibition area as Wang Ling and Kangfu, who switched seats with him, followed Wang Ling closely, although they also wanted to rush to be Wang Ling's assistants, but Wang Ling didn't like men.

The assistant girl scanned all the cartoons that Wang Ling had drawn earlier into the computer, and then played them on the giant screen where the advertisements were originally displayed in the exhibition hall, so as not to concentrate too many people.

This saved Wang Ling a lot of trouble, and he turned the holographic projection back to real-time mode, and doubled the size of the projection, and the entire projection was like a display screen above the NBA arena, which made fans breathtaking.

In the past, there were about 20,000 to 30,000 people a day at the comic book exhibition, but these people were all mobile, some people came to see, took some pictures of cosplay girls and left, some people would stay for two or three hours, some people would stay for half a day, and very few people would stay at the comic book exhibition for a day. Therefore, the convention center can fully accommodate these people.

But today is different, people who come to the exhibition have seen Wang Ling's current painting skills very few left, one is impressed by his painting skills, and the other is that the comics of Dragon Ball are really good-looking, although it has only been painted less than three words now, but the power of Dragon Ball has been fully demonstrated. As a result, there were more and more people in the exhibition, and it was about to exceed the capacity limit of the exhibition hall, so the organizing committee held an emergency meeting and decided not to sell tickets to the public.

This move caused strong dissatisfaction among the fans who were still waiting in line to buy tickets outside the door. Many people have received calls from relatives and friends, saying that today's comic exhibition is not ordinary, there are major works published on the spot, comic fans are excited, I heard that some people draw comics on the spot, and it is very good-looking, how can there be a reason to miss it.

When they arrived at the scene but were told that they would no longer sell tickets, they were furious at the time, and they had a big fight with the security guards.

"What's going on, why aren't you selling tickets?"

"Didn't you sell it all day before, why didn't you sell it for half a day today, and you still can't do business?"

"My friend asked me to watch a super beautiful comic, but I came all the way and you didn't let you in, believe it or not, I beat you up."

"I heard that it is a comic adapted from Journey to the West, I am a fan of Journey to the West, if you don't let me in, I will cut your whole family!" This is also a loyal reader of pirated Journey to the West.

"Are you going to fight alone or in a group?"

The security guards were pushed a few times by the angry fans, and their faces turned green, they had never seen such a situation, and immediately contacted the organizers on the walkie-talkie. The organizers also have a headache, the people in the venue don't leave, and now it is really impossible to accommodate more people, and if there is a stampede, who can afford to carry this black cauldron if there is a stampede.

In the end, the management of the convention and exhibition center gave them an idea, there was also a giant screen at the entrance of the center, which was originally used to broadcast advertisements, in this case, who could care about what advertisements to put up, they could only play Wang Ling's cartoons for everyone to see, in order to calm the anger of the public.

Compared with the fans outside, the fans in the stadium are undoubtedly much happier.

"This comic is so interesting, Wukong actually has a tail behind him, and he actually uses his tail to fish, and the author's imagination is really rich."

"You are lonely and unheard of, recently Huaxia Kingdom has published a very good-looking novel, which tells the story of Tang Sanzang's learning scriptures from the West."

"Learning from the scriptures? What's so nice about that, and what does this have to do with this comic? ”

"Doesn't look good? You can just take a look, now there is a Japanese version on the Internet, that Tang Sanzang is the reincarnation of the golden cicada, and his eldest apprentice is called Sun Wukong, holding a Ruyi golden hoop stick, isn't it the protagonist in this comic. ”

"The reincarnation of the golden cicada, what is the golden cicada?"

"I can't communicate with you, so let's concentrate on reading comics."

The cartoonists in the first exhibition hall have suffered, and the people who originally went to the second hall were only a part, but now it's good, someone actually invited this master to the first hall, and their booth was completely unwatched, no matter how revealing the girls are, they can't attract the attention of comic fans.

When they learned that it was a few well-known cartoonists who went to the organizing committee to sell the old and ask them to move out, the other cartoonists scolded these people in their hearts, and if the curse was useful, these people had been cursed to death more than 1,800 times.

When the organizing committee found him again, Wang Ling very euphemistically said that he wanted to invite him to the No. 1 exhibition hall to paint, and several of the most famous cartoonists in Japan wanted to see his painting skills. Okay, don't you want to see it, then let you see, but knowledge also has consequences. Seeing that the flow of people was completely attracted by himself, Wang Ling smiled secretly in his heart.

Looking at Wang Ling's god-fast single-stroke painting without modification, they were even more surprised than ordinary comic fans who didn't know comic painting skills, was this done by people? How can there be such a pervert in the world. It's too late for several cartoonists to regret it now, they keep beating their chests, how could they make such a stupid move, isn't it uncomfortable?

But there is no regret medicine to take in this world, they can only silently watch Wang Ling become the focus of attention of the audience.

The vote count for the first round is instantaneous, and every vote cast by visitors is counted on the computer and displayed on an LED screen. There are several LED screens in the venue, and there is exactly one in front of Wang Ling's booth. He looked at the time again, it was almost four o'clock, how could he not have rushed into the top ten yet.

He was also in a hurry, he couldn't enter the second round but he was going to fail the mission, which was related to one of his skills, any skill was precious to him, how could he lose it so easily.

He stopped when he finished drawing.

The audience wondered when he stopped.

"Why stopped, I'm having a good time!"

"Keep drawing!"

"Isn't it tired, this teacher has been spending hours non-stop, and he hasn't even eaten lunch, so distressed!" This is a female comic fan.

Wang Ling took a sip of Hong Niu, then took a blank piece of paper and wrote the same sentence in Chinese and English: "If you like the cartoons you draw, please vote for me, time is running out!! ”

This sentence appeared on the holographic projection immediately, and the onlookers reacted. Yes, how can I forget such an important matter, the voting deadline is half past four, and it will be too late if you don't vote.

That's when fans flocked to the polls.

Only the top ten digits are displayed on the LED screen, the last one has hundreds of votes, and the highest is only more than 2,000, which is a Japanese cartoonist.

In previous comic exhibitions, as long as they were held in Japan, the top 10 were basically all Japanese, and this was their home field. Occasionally, there would be a foreigner or two, but those were all masters.

Master cartoonists generally don't participate in this kind of comic book exhibition, they don't lack fans, and they don't lack announcements, and it would be a shame to come and not get a good ranking if they don't get a good ranking.

One, ten, hundred...... The staff in charge of collecting tickets turned out to be quite idle, but now they received soft tickets.

The vast majority of votes were for Wang Ling, and only a very small number of comic fans from Europe and the United States voted for European and American cartoonists because they did not know Chinese.

In less than a few minutes, Wang Ling's number appeared in the tenth place on the LED screen, B386, and the dazzling red letters pierced the hearts of all the cartoonists in the No. 1 exhibition hall.

The one who was originally ranked tenth knew that he had no chance to turn over, and he didn't make it to the second round, he already wanted to cry without tears, and hid in an unknown corner to secretly lick his wounds.

Of course, this is not the end, Wang Ling's ranking is still soaring rapidly, ninth, eighth, seventh......

The number of votes on the original list has basically not changed, and the occasional increase in one or two votes may also be voted by their own relatives and friends, which has nothing to do with the overall situation.

Fifth, third, first, comic fans lined up and voted in an orderly manner, but they all voted in half an hour, just before half past four.

Wang Ling not only ranked first, but also left the second place far behind.

18598！

The second place is only more than 2,000 votes, not even a fraction of Wang Ling's.

At half past four in the afternoon, the voting ended, and when the organizers announced that the first round was over, Wang Ling finished drawing five words.

The organizers invited the top 10 to a separate small room.

Compared with the exhibition hall, in fact, this room is not small at all, on the contrary, it is very large.

There were seven people sitting in the room, six men and one woman, who were the judges for the final ranking of this comic book exhibition. The selection process and results were broadcast live to the public, and can be seen on the giant screen outside the exhibition hall and venue.

The judges are composed of five Japanese people, one Lao Mei, and one Xiangjiang person, all of whom are well-known figures in the comic industry. It took a lot of effort from the organizing committee to invite it. It's just that Wang Ling doesn't know any of them.

The host is a sexually dressed person. Feeling the Japanese girl, he invited a few shortlisted cartoonists to sit down.

As soon as he sat down, Wang Ling noticed that the other nine Japanese cartoonists were staring at Wang Ling with strange eyes, and their eyes were full of bloodshots.

Wang Ling's whole body was cold, and he also vaguely heard the conversations between Panasonic and Koizumi and their black friends, giving him the impression of a Japanese and multifagist.

He covered his chrysanthemum with one hand, and slowly moved the chair to the side, instinctively wanting to stay away from these people.