When Qiao Yu returned to the studio, it was already evening.

Shen Xin saw Qiao Yu with a tired face, and he didn't know what Yan Fei said to him, but he could see that he was in a very bad mood.

Also, it is strange that the submission is rejected and the mood can be good.

After coming to this world, Shen Xin was smooth sailing, but before the crossing, the manuscripts he wrote were often rejected.

"That...... Why don't you rest today? Shen Xin said.

"But there are no original drafts to draw ......," Qiao Yu said in surprise.

"I'm fine with a top today. Rest assured, the gratuity will not be deducted. Shen Xin said with a smile.

Qiao Yu listened to Shen Xin's painting and smiled reluctantly, "Thank you, Mr. Shen." ”

Ruan Ying heard Qiao Yu's weak appearance in his words, and roughly guessed one or two, and watched Qiao Yu leave, and also showed helplessness.

Qiao Yu carried his backpack and returned to the dormitory.

He didn't have the heart to eat, but he couldn't sleep in bed, so he sat up from the bed again, took out the original manuscript in his backpack, and the comments of each editor pierced his heart like a steel needle.

The road ahead, how should I go?

Qiao Yu leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, feeling confused.

"Knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Qiao Yu immediately sat up straight.

Is it my door that is knocking?

Just when Qiao Yu was surprised, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Who?" Qiao Yu asked.

"Wang Wenhong." The person outside the door said suddenly.

Wang Wenhong? What did he come to do?

As an assistant, Qiao Yu has heard about the editors of major magazines in Yunhai and has contact information. An assistant like him basically belongs to the category where there is a job, and he has to go. Therefore, it is necessary to always pay attention to the editor's movements and recommend yourself at any time.

But he had little contact with the editors of Dreamer, and he didn't quite know why Mr. Wang had come to him.

When I opened the door, I saw Wang Wenhong, who was wearing a black coat and carrying a gift, standing outside the door.

"Editor Wang, how did you find me here?" Qiao Yu was a little puzzled.

"Private matters." Wang Wenhong pushed the middle frame of his glasses, "This is not the place to talk, can I enter and talk?" ”

"Oh, please come in, please come in." Qiao Yu hurriedly made way for Wang Wenhong.

Wang Wenhong put the gift on the table and took the chair handed by Qiao Yu.

"How have you been living lately?" Wang Wenhong looked around, the decoration in the room was extremely simple, except for the wardrobe, there was only a table and a chair. Now Qiao Yu has nowhere to sit but to sit on the bed.

There are quite a lot of tools and comic books for drawing comics, and it seems that Qiao Yu has spent a lot of money on them.

"It's fine. There is nothing wrong with normal life. Qiao Yu glanced at Wang Wenhong and said, "Wang made it up, not to say this, right?" ”

"Hey, hey." Wang Wenhong touched his chin, "Since you like to get straight to the point, I won't talk nonsense." Can you come to me? Come and be an assistant in "Crumbling". ”

"Dig people?" Qiao Yu snorted coldly.

"If you understand it that way, it's not impossible." Wang Wenhong admitted bluntly.

"Editor Wang, although "Crumbling" was much better than "Y's" when it was first serialized, the single book was completely at a disadvantage, why should I abandon "Y's" and go to "Crumbling" as an assistant?" Qiao Yu shook his head.

"And so it was. What about double gratuity? Wang Wenhong said with a smile.

"Double?" Qiao Yu's expression tightened.

"That's right, although Y's is a big hit, your honoraria hasn't gone up yet, has it?" Wang Wenhong continued to ask.

"Nope."

"So, instead of expecting, it's better to get the money in hand." Wang Wenhong chuckled.

Qiao Yu shook his head again, "I'm sorry, I don't want to go." ”

"You don't want triple, do you? Don't be too greedy, lad. Wang Wenhong instantly became cold.

"It's not about money. I can learn a lot from Mr. Shen. Qiao Yu got up from the bed, "Editor Wang, I'm afraid you don't know that there is a thing called 'dream', right?" ”

Wang Wenhong dug into the corner of the wall for the first time, and he encountered this kind of stunned person, and he couldn't find an excuse for a while.

"Dreams? You are also too middle ......" Wang Wenhong muttered to himself, his eyes glanced at the table, and suddenly saw the envelope on the table, and his eyes lit up.

He was all too familiar with this type of envelope.

"This is your original drawing?" Wang Wenhong asked.

"Hmm." Qiao Yu bowed slightly.

"Ready to contribute?"

"I didn't ...... It's already been rejected. ”

"Can I take a look?" Wang Wenhong asked.

"It's terrible." said so, but Qiao Yu still handed the original manuscript to Wang Wenhong, and he was still unwilling.

Wang Wenhong glanced at the editor's comment on the back.

"Dark fairy tale, very well thought and inspiring. But the style is too dark for shonen manga. ”

"There is foreshadowing in front, there has always been a main line, and people can read along with this main line, and the storyboard and painting work need to be improved."

"The early stage is dark, and the ending is happy, I prefer this kind of story, but the details are not handled well, especially the corpses drawn, which makes people very uncomfortable."

……

When Wang Wenhong saw the editor's comments, he already had a general understanding of the manuscript, so his expectations were relatively low. A quick flip through the original manuscript confirms my inner thoughts.

"Who's your editor?"

"Sister Yan Fei."

"It's her ......" Wang Wenhong rubbed his chin, this short story is not good in terms of idea or painting, and it is indeed a little troublesome to deal with.

If it was a manuscript, he would definitely not have this manuscript under his hands, but he is poaching people now, of course, to see if there is room for maneuvering as much as possible.

After reading the manuscript three or four times, Wang Wenhong put down the manuscript.

"Although it is a hostile magazine, I admit that what these editors say is true, no matter what, it is not impossible to change." Wang Wenhong's tone was also uncertain, "As for whether it can be published in the magazine, it still depends on your name." ”

"How?" Qiao Yu's eyes were unusually bright.

"You promise to leave Y's." Wang Wenhong said.

"If you promise that my long story will be serialized, I'll listen to you." Qiao Yu said.

"I would not make such assurances. If there is a talent, even if there is only one opportunity for a short story, he can seize it and start a long story. If you don't have such determination, it's not worth me to change your name at all, and you should honestly continue to be an assistant, right? Wang Wenhong stood up from his seat.

In the final analysis, Qiao Yu's ambition is not to be an assistant, but at present, his works have no potential to become popular, even if he gives up, Wang Wenhong will not regret it.

"You mean...... I don't have a talent for creating long-form comics? Qiao Yu said loudly.

"You don't even believe in yourself, how can you make me believe in you?" Wang Wenhong asked rhetorically.

Seeing Wang Wenhong preparing to leave, Qiao Yu finally made up his mind, "I know, isn't it just a gamble?" I bet! ”

The corners of Wang Wenhong's mouth were slightly upturned, first remove one of Shen Xin's "feet", and then, it was time to move Shen Xin's other "foot".