The Limu family and Lu Wei's family are very close, and even if you run down from the upstairs, it will only take about 40 seconds to sprint with all your might. Of course, in order to prevent himself from having a heart attack, Riki always controls the speed within the state that he thinks will not get sick. In fact, even if he participated in the 100-meter race, his heart attack could not be induced 100%, otherwise he would not have been so difficult when he did not go to the hospital for examination.

Riki trotted all the way to his uncle's storefront, stood on tiptoe, and grabbed the red microphone that was holding aside with the height of barely touching the telephone at the counter.

"You, hello......" Although he was a little breathless, Riki deliberately lowered his voice and said in a deep voice.

"Hello, is it Mr. Judgment?" There was not very standard Mandarin on the other end of the phone, and Riki could hear it as a man's voice.

In the early years, Hong Kong had not yet returned to the motherland, and the implementation of the mainland's Putonghua policy was not implemented in Hong Kong, so most of the people spoken in Hong Kong were still Cantonese, or in fact, they would still be spoken in Cantonese for a long time in the future.

"Yes." Riki confessed his identity.

"Mr. Judgment, your submission has been reviewed by our editors and can be published in our magazine, I wonder if you can go to Hong Kong to sign a contract?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have the funds to go to Hong Kong."

"Then we can only sign the contract remotely, please prepare a copy of your ID card, a photo, and a bank to open your account...... Signatures and other materials, we will send the contract to us, in duplicate. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't have an ID."

"Mr. Judgment? What does it mean to not have an ID? ”

"I was still a child, and there was no bank that I could use to transfer money."

Even before he was 16 years old, Riki didn't have an ID card, and now he only has a household registration book connected to his parents, and it is difficult for him to open a bank account that can transfer money at his current age.

"What is your age?" Mantianxia Press finally remembered this very important question.

"Eight."

"Mr. Judgment, please don't be joking." Between the words, it is obvious that I don't believe that an 8-year-old child can make such a beautiful comic.

"I'm not kidding!" Riki let go of Tongyin and gave them a definite answer.

"......" suddenly fell silent on the other end of the phone.

Riki faintly heard the voices of several people, and thought that the microphone was covered by the caller's hand.

(Is this author just playing tricks on us, deceiving three-year-olds?) ）

(Maybe they're eight years old.) ）

(Make me wait so long to answer the phone, do you think he is sincere?) ）

(That's not what he said, maybe he really has something.) ）

(What if it's really a child?) That's a comic genius. ）

(Let's think about how to sign it first, he said he didn't have an ID.) ）

(It's a bit of a hassle, I've never signed up for such a young age before.) ）

(And it's easy to get into trouble!) ）

“……”

"Hello, are you still on the phone?" Finally, there was another voice on the phone.

"I can talk to my parents about using their ID cards and the bank to handle it on my behalf." Riki came up with a plan.

"I'm sorry, we still have to think about it, and we'll get back to you in a few days." The publisher finally replied.

"Well, okay, I'm waiting for good news." Riki said.

At this point, both sides hung up the phone.

In fact, Limu wanted to hang up the phone a long time ago, and actually said that he wanted to let himself "test load", is there such a statement? Since it's just a test load, what kind of contract do you sign? Even if he is short of money on hand, Limu will not sign such a contract for dozens of pages. Having said that, he still left himself a way out, and did not get into trouble with them in a fit of anger, lest a worse situation happen to Dongman Publishing House and make him lose room to turn around.

If you are a programmer, you can scold the other party back with a scolding, but since I have five years of experience as a store manager, the whole person has become much smoother, and the way of doing things has become forward-looking.

The next day, there was no reply from the Hong Kong Mantianxia Publishing House.

By the afternoon of the second day, it was Taiwan's Dongman Publishing House that took the lead in contacting Limu.

Although Riki worries that the "two Chinas" may be estranged from each other, the situation is not as bad as he imagined. It can even be said that the situation is much better than that of the Mantianxia Publishing House.

"Hello, Mr. Judgment, I am the editor-in-charge of Dongman Publishing House. I am calling you to let you know that your submission has been shortlisted, and we have decided to publish it in the monthly magazine "GO BOY! >> Serialize your comics, can you go to the stage for an interview......"

So and so and so and so and

So and so and so and so and

"I'm happy to work with your company, but I don't have the right to sign a contract right now, I hope you can give me some time to convince my parents to ......"

The conditions given by Dongman are very good, and the attitude is also very good, Riki nodded, almost wanting to finalize it immediately. However, considering that the guardian needs to agree to this matter, he has not yet asked his parents for their opinions, so he agreed with the publisher to give a clear answer in two days. Dongman Publishing House also readily agreed, saying that it could wait......

Hang up the phone.

Riki hadn't talked to his parents about manga submission for the first two days, but once it was finalized, his career as a professional manga artist was almost confirmed. He wanted to talk to his parents many times, but because of the psychological shadow since middle school, his parents' strong opposition at that time had a profound impression. Even after graduating from university, he could choose his own career because of his ability to read, but he had to choose another job because of his mother's stubborn beliefs.

It is estimated that it is also because the work is contrary to the ideal, that Limu will continue to change jobs, showing a state of displacement.

Just as he was thinking about how he would tell his parents about it when they returned. Uncle Ri Jiayasu, who was playing chess with the villagers under the pergola of the grocery store, suddenly said: "Limu, there have been a lot of phone calls in the past two days, and you have won an award for painting, right?" ”

Two phone calls in three days, if it happens to others, it is definitely not much. But Limu is a second-grade child, and few people will call him all year round, so two phone calls in three days at this time is absolutely abnormal.

"No, it's another phone." Riki replied.

"Oh, there's another call to Wood?" Someone asked with a smile, but it wasn't the one who played chess with Uncle Riki.

Ri Jiayasu's opponent is actually in deep meditation.

There are only two people playing chess, but there are often seven or eight people watching the game. This is the sadness of urban villages, where some villagers can live without work, and they have a lot of time but do not want to make progress. The villagers always thought that after a lifetime of struggle, they could live comfortably until their old age, but they did not know that after the demolition, they had no land capital, and they could only sit on the empty mountain, rely on meager compensation for their children to go to school, and finally pin their hopes on the children.

In a few years, Limu will become such a group of children who are expected by everyone.

――yes, it's not so bad yet, maybe tell your parents and ventilate your grandmother's ear, and we can sign a contract smoothly?

Riki found a reason to give himself courage, and now among the few people in the world who have scruples about him, his parents undoubtedly have a place.

Just as he was about to answer the villager who looked like Maitreya Buddha, the phone rang again. Of course, I don't know who to call before I pick up the phone, but Riki, who is standing next to the phone and is the most "suspicious", of course, has to do his best for his "busy" uncle.

"ごめんなさい)." Riki just put the phone to his ear, he faintly heard the voice of the phone, but obviously it was not to him, but it looked like he was chatting with a colleague, probably because he didn't expect the person on the other end of the phone to answer the phone so quickly.

"Moses Moses (もしもし)." Riki greeted them in his half-voice, letting them know that they had answered the phone.