Chapter 60 Gambling

It was already evening when Qiao Yu returned to the studio.

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

Also, it is strange to be in a good mood when the submission is rejected.

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

"Well... how about you rest first today?" Shen Xin said.

"But there is no original manuscript to draw..." Qiao Yu said in surprise.

"It's fine for me to stand up today. Don't worry, the reward will not be deducted." Shen Xin said with a smile.

Qiao Yu forced a smile after listening to Shen Xin's painting, "Thank you, Teacher Shen."

Ruan Ying guessed a thing or two when she heard Qiao Yu's weak voice, and she also showed helplessness when she watched Qiao Yu leave.

Qiao Yu returned to the dormitory with her backpack on her back.

He didn't have the mind to eat, but he was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, so he sat up from the bed again and took out the manuscripts in his backpack. The comments of each editor were like steel needles, piercing his heart.

In the future, how should I go——

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

"Boom boom."

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

Is there a knock on my door?

Just when Qiao Yu was surprised, there was another knock on the door.

"Who?" Qiao Yu asked.

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

Wang Wenhong? What is he here for?

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

But he has little contact with the editor of "Dreamer", and it is not clear why Wang Wenhong came to him.

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

"Wang Bian, why 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 a place to talk, can I enter before we 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 from Qiao Yu.

"How's life going recently?" Wang Wenhong looked around, the decoration in the room was extremely simple, except for the wardrobe, there was only a table and a chair left. Now Qiao Yu had nowhere to sit, but could only sit on the bed.

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

"It's okay. There's nothing wrong with normal life." Qiao Yu glanced at Wang Wenhong and said, "Wang Wenhong didn't come here to talk about these things, did he?"

"Hey." Wang Wenhong rubbed his chin, "Since you like to get straight to the point, I won't talk nonsense. Can you come to my place? Come to be an assistant in "Faltering"."

"Poaching?" Qiao Yu snorted coldly.

"It's not impossible for you to understand in this way." Wang Wenhong admitted straightforwardly.

"Editor Wang, although "Topple" was much better than "Y's" when it was first serialized, but the stand-alone version is completely at a disadvantage. Why should I abandon "Y's" and become an assistant to "Topple"?" Qiao Yu shook Shake your head.

"Sure enough. How about I give double the reward?" Wang Wenhong said with a smile.

"Double?" Qiao Yu's expression tightened.

"That's right, although "Y's" is a big hit, your remuneration hasn't increased yet, right?" Wang Wenhong continued to ask.

"No."

"So, instead of looking forward to it, it's better to get the money." Wang Wenhong said with a light smile.

Qiao Yu shook her head again, "Sorry, I don't want to go."

"You don't want to triple it, do you? Young man, don't be too greedy." Wang Wenhong became cold in an instant.

"It has nothing to do with money. I can learn a lot from Teacher Shen." Qiao Yu stood up from the bed, "Wang Bian, I'm afraid you don't know that there is a thing called 'dream', right?"

It was Wang Wenhong's first time poaching a corner, and he unexpectedly encountered such a fool, and couldn't find an excuse for a while.

"Dream? You're too high school..." Wang Wenhong murmured to himself, glanced at the table, and suddenly saw the envelope on the table, his eyes lit up.

He was very familiar with this type of envelope.

"Is this your original drawing?" Wang Wenhong asked.

"Yes." Qiao Yu nodded slightly.

"Ready to submit?"

"No...it has been rejected."

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

"The drawing is terrible." Qiao Yu said so, but Qiao Yu still handed the manuscript to Wang Wenhong, and he was still not reconciled.

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

"A dark fairy tale, the idea is very good, very inspiring. But the style is too dark, not suitable for juvenile comics."

"There is a foreshadowing ahead, and there has always been a main line, and people can read along with this main line. The storyboard and painting skills need to be improved."

"The early stage is dark and the ending is satisfactory. I like this kind of story better, but the details are not handled well, especially the painted corpse, 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 lowered. Flipping through the manuscript quickly confirmed my inner thoughts.

"Who is your editor?"

"Sister Yan Fei."

"It's her..." Wang Wenhong rubbed his chin. This short story is not good either in terms of conception or artistry, and it is really troublesome to handle it.

If it was a manuscript, he would definitely not write this manuscript, but he is poaching people now, of course he has to check as much as possible to see if there is room for maneuver.

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

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

"How to change it?" Qiao Yu's eyes were extremely bright.

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

"If you guarantee that my novel can be serialized, I will listen to you." Qiao Yu said.

"I won't make such a guarantee. A talented person, 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 is not worth me to change your name, you still Will you continue to be an assistant honestly?" Wang Wenhong stood up from his seat.

After all, 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 the talent to create long comics?" Qiao Yu said loudly.

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

Seeing that Wang Wenhong was about 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 turned up slightly, and he removed one of Shen Xin's "legs" first, and then it was time to move Shen Xin's other "leg".