Kenji Kitaoji's level is a few or two, and no one knows it better than himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, in order not to be exposed, but also for hype, his works were hard to find, so he rarely contributed to magazines.

But now, his reputation is in jeopardy, if he doesn't cheat the manuscript fee indiscriminately at this time, and finally make a handful, how long will he wait?

Just as he was writing an out-of-tune junk chicken soup article, a new issue of Publisher magazine was published and quickly delivered to his home.

Beidalu looked at the magazines spread out on the coffee table, and his heart went up and down.

"What? Don't you look through it? ”

The guest who delivered the magazine was sitting opposite the coffee table at this time, sipping tea and being in the mood to tease.

"Mr. Mishima, please stop laughing at me." Beidalu had a bitter face, and after a long psychological struggle, he took a sharp breath, opened the magazine with his eyes closed, and turned to the blacklist part at the end.

After seeing it, I was overjoyed. He smiled and said to Mishima, "Ha! Great, that bastard kid is still up there! Mr. Mishima, you really have what it takes! ”

A boulder was lowered from his chest, and the confidence in his heart poured out again. As long as the blacklist does not fall, he is still a writer (quasi) admired by everyone in the industry! You can still crush that kid!

Mishima smiled, and there was some cruelty in his smile: "You look at the previous article again." ”

Previous?

Beida Road swept away suspiciously, and saw the title at a glance: "Full-scale characters inject a breath of fresh water into the RB comic industry".

Needless to say, just look at the title to know that he is singing praises to Li Shanhe.

Beidaolu's hand trembled a little, but his eyes couldn't take his eyes off the words on it.

The front of the article is just a general introduction.,A new genre was born that was different from Osamu Tezuka.,In an era when everyone's painting style is becoming more and more unified.,The author predicts with an accurate gaze.,This is likely to be the work that will lead the new trend of RB manga artists in the future.。

This kind of article is commonly known as soft advertising, and you can guess it without asking, and Shueisha paid someone to write it, just to make it famous.

However, with a twist of the pen, he wrote all the conflicts that occurred in the conference room of "Young Sunday" that day from the perspective of a third party, focusing on what Li Shanhe said that "the blacklist review is not strict" that day, the framing of the contract behind it, and the funny "green pepper shredded pork" pen name incident.

Beidalu's hand holding the magazine is trembling, who wrote this article! Vicious, too vicious! Linking two seemingly unrelated things together immediately became proof of his guilt as a thief!

Ignoring the presence of guests, he immediately rushed to the phone and dialed the editor-in-chief of Publisher magazine.

"You are doing great damage to my reputation! You can't afford it! I'm not the only one behind me, and to offend me is to offend everyone! You can't afford to offend the entire publishing community in Tokyo! I'll make you and this, this," Beidalu glanced at the name of the author in the magazine, "I'll make you and this author called Spicy Chicken Shredded Money, both pay the price!" I'm going to ban, I'm going to ban you! ”

The editor-in-chief on the other end of the phone was angry, and we "Publisher" were the only ones who blocked others, and now someone is clamoring to ban me? At that time, I wanted to spray it back, but there was a busy sound of "beep" in the earpiece. Angry, he dropped the phone on the spot and was sprayed in vain, but he didn't know who he was sprayed by, it was as shameless as dragging the blacklist after scolding in the forum.

The call was not hung up by the North Road, but cut off by the RB knife.

Mishima's attendant stood behind him, unsheathing his sword with an expressionless face.

"Beidalu, I'm not here to deliver magazines to you." Mishima put down the teacup and looked at the other party coldly, "I just want to ask, did you really plagiarize?" ”

Beidalu's body froze, and cold sweat flowed down his back.

Although he is more than ten years older than the person in front of him, and even though he is a first-class quasi-writer, he still doesn't dare to breathe in front of this person.

If the person in front of him wants him to be ruined, it is really something that can be done with a finger in a minute.

"No, no, it's a misunderstanding...... No, no, it's slander, the other party is just angry slander! I'm doing this for the glory of RB! Didn't you agree to it at the beginning? ”

"I hope you're telling the truth, I hate people who pretend to be smart the most." Mishima's face was a little hideous: "As a writer, there are some things that you must never do, such as plagiarism!" If I know you're using me as a shield...... You won't want to know the consequences! ”

"Hey!"

The earth seat on the north road, his forehead touched the ground, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all, so he could only wait for the final verdict. Hearing only footsteps near and far, Mishima got up from his seat, opened the door of the cloister, and walked outside.

"Do it yourself, Beidalu." After a pause, he said, "Don't let me down, you can't afford it." ”

After the silence in the house, Kitaoji almost collapsed on the tatami mat. In the game of thrones, he is a big man in the eyes of others, but he himself knows that he is a real little person, a lucky little person.

On the cobblestone path outside the house, the attendant with the knife asked, "Sir, what should we do with the manuscript sent by Beidalu last time?" ”

Mishima looked at the sky and shook his head: "That idiot, definitely can't write this kind of article." Fortunately, he didn't pretend to be clever and said that he wrote it, otherwise he would have really implicated me.

When you get back, burn it. ”

"Hey!"

---

In the circle of ordinary cartoonists, "The Legend of the Galactic Heroes" is setting off a trend.

What makes a good manga?

There is a famous anime character who once said: Manga is only fun if it is good.

Li Shanhe wanted to say: You are talking nonsense! Who doesn't know that comics need to be interesting, the question is how to make comics interesting?

If it is funny, the comic version of "The Legend of the Galactic Heroes" is far less funny than the novel version. However, compared to the Tezuka series, it can provide readers with great aesthetic enjoyment in the style of painting, and that is enough!

No one has ever seen this novel style of painting, coupled with the rare cosmic war scenes, these two points alone are enough to give readers a huge sense of freshness. As soon as it was listed, it led to a frenzy, and it was hard to find a book on the market.

The phone in Hiroshi Fukasawa's office hasn't stopped for the past few days. Many people called to congratulate them, and Shueisha and Shogakukan executives sent congratulatory messages congratulating the birth of a new journal.

Full comic publication!

The level of the entire industry has been raised again. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that as long as he doesn't die, "Shonen Jump" will definitely step into the first-line magazine.

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Li Shanhe sat in Fukasawa's office, smiling as he flipped through the Publisher magazine.

I didn't know the way before, and I couldn't find the temple gate with a pig's head. Now that I see the temple, it's much easier, 200,000 manuscripts, anonymous submissions, seemingly objective and neutral, but in fact hidden murderous articles are so hot.

Now is not the time to launch a general offensive, there is still a little bit of encroachment on the fame of the North Road, and a few more articles like this will form a trend of falling north.

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, the employees outside poured into this office as if they had colluded.

Fukasawa reluctantly put down the work at hand, even he can't go against everyone's wishes. He had no choice but to pick up the phone and dial the book wholesale company.

"Yes...... I got ......."

Looking at the eager eyes of the employees, he cleared his throat: "The latest news, the sales of this week's magazine have reached 100,000 copies!" ”

"Yay!" "Hooray!"

The editorial office of "Shonen Jump" was full of jubilation, white paper was scattered into the sky like snowflakes, and everyone was shouting long live.

100,000 copies, which is the level of second-tier magazines.

The first phase sold 100,000 copies! 100,000 copies against the trend!

Li Shanhe asked Fukasawa with some incomprehension: "Editor-in-chief, it's only 100,000 copies, isn't it a bit exaggerated?" ”

Fukazawa crossed his arms and said with some emotion: "They just suppressed it for too long." Waited so long for a chance to prove yourself. ”

"Repressed?"

"Hehe, Shueisha...... It's not an elite......"

Shueisha, who is still very weak, is backed by the big tree of the Shogakukan, picking up some painless orders to live, and is far from the powerful manga publishing overlord of the later generations.

Shogakukan and Shueisha share a common parent company: the Ichinobashi Publishing Group. But since there is a Shogakukan, why is there another Shueisha?

In a few simple words, Fukasawa let Li Shanhe know the past of the year.

In short, these people are poor worms who were exiled after the failure of the personnel struggle!

As a lifelong employer, these people can't be fired, and they don't want to keep them in their original place to make trouble, the best way is to not look at it as quiet, and just find a person to exile.

Shueisha was originally brought together by such a group of people.

Now, they have finally seen the dawn of turning over and proved their abilities, how can they not be excited?

Before the final announcement of the sales of "Shonen Jump", people from other branches came to inquire about it almost all the time outside the office door.

For them, it's a turnaround; If you get rid of the clamp of the primary school hall, it means that everyone is no longer a waste of firewood, but has the possibility of counterattack!

Fukasawa lit a cigarette, but instead of smoking, he watched it burn slowly in the ashtray. Today's exceptionally sunny weather is a harbinger of Shueisha's tomorrow?

Li Shanhe took the explosive table and sighed, 100,000 sales, it's really amazing.

If compared with Li Shanhe's fax machine subscription, 100,000 sales are indeed too much. The fax machine network is naturally limited by the user's purchase of fax machines, and it is expected to reach 80,000 in the next two years.

But this 100,000 sales, compared with the 1 million sales of "Young Sunday", is simply a little baby. Even Li Shanhe, when he saw the financial statements, couldn't help but blush in his heart.

Fortunately, he calculated the profit and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: the cost of selling magazines is also high, and the profit of a magazine priced at 18 yen is about 2.2 yen per book, and the profit of 100,000 copies is 220,000 yen, or about 800,000 yuan per month.

And he is millions per month, so it seems that he still has a very good advantage in terms of profit margin.

He will inevitably intervene in physical magazines, but now is not a good time.

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After being busy for the past few days, Rao is Li Shanhe is physically strong, but also mentally and physically exhausted. The fulfillment of studying and the tiredness of the body often come together when I step on the return train.

The tram rumbled into the tunnel, and the lights on the roof came on.

There were people on all sides, and Li Shanhe leaned on the handrail, drowsy.

Suddenly, a warm body leaned in. The uneven twin peaks rubbed against Li Shanhe's chest, making him suddenly feel excited.

"Don't move!" The man threatened in a low voice, "Otherwise, I'll call me an idiot!" ”

Li Shanhe looked down, the charming melon seed face, a beautiful mole on the forehead, and this Chu Chu moving temperament......

If it's not Ms. Sakamoto Tsuma, who else could it be?

Li Shanhe blinked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Hmph, the Suzuki you hurt has become an idiot, and now you taste it, right?" Qima sneered, "I asked, you answered." If you dare to do anything untrue, I will shout at the idiot and let you know what it means to be ruined! ”

Li Shanhe was shocked.

This, this, this!

The heavens have eyes!

I'm waiting for the height of the book in my mobile phone.,The plot of the permanent classic in AVIs.,But I finally met it!

"In other words, as long as I answer honestly, I can do whatever it takes?"

Before the horse could react to what it meant, he felt two sinful indescribables reach through the hem of his sweater, all the way up, one climbing up the indescribable, one in the indescribable, and the other indescribable......

"Bastard! What are you doing? Qi Ma was furious and wanted to turn around and slap him, but as soon as Li Shanhe's fingers were forced, her anger turned into an indescribable sound.

"I sent it to the door myself, what are you struggling with?" Li Shanhe laughed and changed his posture so that he could better cover the size of the horse, "Ask, don't waste your talent." Tut-tut, editor-in-chief Sakamoto, you're really very informative. ”

The phrase "delivered to the door" made Ji Ma very angry, I am the editor-in-chief of a big magazine that leads hundreds of people! Ann dares to insult me so much!

But the body is honest, and the waves of indescribability make her really unqualified to refute.

"Bastard......" she scolded in a low voice, but at this time it sounded like a coquettish relationship between lovers, "aren't you afraid that I will call people?" ”

"I'm afraid, but now it's in my hands." Li Shanhe smiled evilly, and with a slight force, he made Ji Ma's body suddenly turn into a reverse bow, and his eyes widened......

Damn it...... Obviously, the skills are rough like a layman, but where did you get so many tricks......

"I'm in a good mood today, and I won't take advantage of you," Li Shanhe typed with both hands to prove his innocence, "Just ask any questions, this is a fair deal." ”

The words "fair trade" stimulated the horse again, I am not ***, the anger in my heart almost broke through my chest, but she made the most advantageous choice very wisely. She gritted her teeth and left it all behind:

"I want to ask, who wrote 'A Bowl of Soba in Clear Soup)?"