Dingdong—

The doorbell sounded Teacher A Chuang from the storyboard that had been wiped by the eraser several times, but was still empty, looked at the direction of the door, hesitated a little before getting up. Through the cat's eyes of the security door, you could see a short-haired woman wearing a T-shirt and jeans standing at the door.

"Snow Lou Edit?"

Teacher A Chuang hurriedly opened the door and asked Li Ruoxuan to come in.

Although he has been here several times, Li Ruoxuan still sighed a little when she looked at Teacher A Chuang's living environment.

This is an ordinary one-bedroom and living room. The living room is almost filled with painting tables and is messy. There are traces of ink and pencils everywhere. Li Ruoxuan glanced at the kitchen. It was obvious that it had not been opened for a long time. There were many takeaway boxes in the trash can, which didn't look very healthy.

"Sorry, I haven't cleaned up here."

Teacher A Chuang took out a disposable paper cup from the refrigerator and poured a cup of iced Coke for Li Ruoxuan.

"I'm drawing the storyboard, but I don't have any inspiration. This issue of the manuscript should be given to you on the weekend..."

Teacher A Chuang said that he was a little unconfident. Recently, whether it was the low ranking of readers' investigations or the stranded animation, he was uneasy. The temporary change of the editor also required a running-in period, and he suddenly felt a sense of despair.

The manuscript fee offered to Mr. A Chuang by "Monthly Youth Front" is 450 yuan per page, and the manuscript is 30 to 50 pages per month. After deducting taxes, the net income is about 11,000 to 16,000 yuan. In Ningjiang, it can only be considered a general level, but Mr. A Chuang also needs to bear the salary of his assistant and the purchase of painting materials and other expenses. After paying the rent, the money can be saved.

More importantly, the cartoonist almost never spends all year round. Since the serialization, Mr. A Chuang has never had a holiday again and is in the deadline hell every day and cannot extricate himself.

"Teacher A Chuang, the issue of animation of "Soul-Devouring"..."

Li Ruoxuan sat on the dirty sofa without any concern and took out the planning letter from her schoolbag.

"Although the other party agreed to take over, the plan proposed was somewhat different. I think it must be confirmed by you before making a decision."

"What's the meaning?"

Teacher A Chuang took the planning book and quickly started reading it intently.

Li Ruoxuan put her hands on her knees and secretly observed Teacher A Chuang's expression.

He was confused at first, then slightly shocked, and the speed of turning the pages began to increase faster. Teacher A Chuang widened his eyes until the last page, and slowly closed the plan, closed his eyes, as if he had constructed the plot like a lantern in his mind.

"What, how?"

Li Ruoxuan hadn't seen Teacher A Chuang's expression before, and her mind suddenly stumbled, as if a huge rock was hanging high.

After savoring for a long time, Teacher A Chuang opened his eyes and slapped his thighs hard.

"Even I didn't expect this plot to unfold like this..."

He hurriedly stood up, and regardless of whether Li Ruoxuan was still beside him, he came to the painting platform and buried his head and wrote quickly.

"This is the transition here...If you want to do this plot, wait, maybe this method..."

Li Ruoxuan tilted her head, and a question mark appeared on her head. She stood up and leaned behind Teacher A Chuang.

I saw Teacher A Chuang writing on the draft with marks and words that Li Ruoxuan could not understand at all. This seemed to be the outline later. Li Ruoxuan struggled to identify the words and saw Huangfu Xun's words.

About twenty minutes later, Teacher A Chuang came to his senses as if he was dreaming. He shouted and looked at Li Ruoxuan.

"Ah, Xueluo Editor, sorry, I..."

He didn't know how to explain, so he had to pick up his outline and said excitedly.

"This planning project inspired me. It turns out that I had laid so many foreshadowings in the plot before, and many details can be used now. I think I have found a way to start a new plot. Thank you so much, Xue Luo Editor!"

He almost carried it on, but soon realized his behavior and could only jump twice to express his excitement.

"So, Mr. A Chuang, do you agree to this adaptation plan?"

Li Ruoxuan asked, of course she was very happy to see her author break through the bottleneck, but she did not forget the serious matter.

"Agree, agree, I can't wait to see the animation air!"

Teacher A Chuang said excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

......

Ningjiang 1919 Bar Street, with bright lights and wine and colorful clothes dancing.

In a small bar, the bartender was wiping the cup, and the unknown female singer was singing on the stage, but no one listened. Everyone was just drinking big gulp and chatting about daily trivial matters.

Cheng Kewei sat opposite the bartender, with a small glass of wine in front of him. He looked at the bar and put the cup in his mouth and spoke.

"Xiao Zheng, I will leave this place to you in the future, and I will probably be busy."

"Cousin, do you really want to go back and do animation?"

The bartender looked at Cheng Kewei and said that the bar was run by him and Cheng Kewei, and the business was in good condition, but a few days ago, Cheng Kewei suddenly said he wanted to withdraw. Although most of the bars were managed by Xiao Zheng, Cheng Kewei mainly paid for the money, but he left like this, which still made Xiao Zheng feel a little confused.

"Well, I have enough rest in the years. It's time to return to my battlefield, haha."

Cheng Kewei took a sip of the wine in the glass, and the strong alcohol mixed with ice cubes stimulated his throat.

"Xiao Zheng, you have proved your own strength in the past few years. You can gain a foothold on this street. Don't worry, I will come back to see you often."

He leaned forward and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Cousin...oh, that person is here again."

Xiao Zheng wanted to say something, but Yue Chengkewei saw a figure on his shoulder and immediately whispered.

Cheng Kewei turned his head and saw a woman with a knee-length beige skirt with black stockings and a white long-sleeved shirt on the upper body walking into the bar and sitting in front of the bar counter.

She glanced at Xiao Zheng and Cheng Kewei, and then spoke.

"Old look."

"Okay."

In order to wink Cheng Ke, Xiao Zheng turned around and went to play with the bartender.

In order to twitch the corner of his mouth, Cheng Ke secretly glanced at the woman, but the other party didn't care and just looked at his cell phone.

This is no one else, it is Yao Jiajie, an old colleague whom I met again in Huanyin during the day.

Since she learned that Cheng Kewei opened a bar on Bar Street in 1919, Yao Jiajie has often come here to order a cocktail. She didn't talk to Cheng Kewei and just sat quietly.

If Cheng Kewei had a clear conscience, then it would be fine, but he did have a conscience, so he did not dare to talk to him.

However, it was indeed an accident to meet Yao Jiajie in Huandian today. Cheng Kewei thought that this might be an opportunity to solve the problem, so he walked over with the wine and sat next to Yao Jiajie, but the lady couldn't even look at Cheng Kewei.

Just as Cheng Ke was considering how to speak, his cell phone ringtone interrupted the reading.

Taking out his cell phone, Cheng Kewei found that it was a call from Li Ruoxuan, the editor of "Monthly Boys Frontline" who was visiting during the day.

"Hey, Xue Luo Editor, what's wrong?"

He asked two steps back and then heard the words opposite him. Although Cheng Kewei knew it, he still repeated it with some excitement.

"We decided to make the animation of "Soul Eater"!??"

This sentence made Yao Jiajie unable to help but look over. The two of them looked at each other unexpectedly, and at the same time, staring at each other silently, only the blues in the bar were beautiful in the air.
Chapter completed!