At this moment, the card-operated public phone on the wall near the dormitory door rang. Yan Mingjiang's bed was on the upper bunk to the left of the phone. He leaned over slightly, grabbed the receiver, yawned lazily, and said: "Hello? Who is it?"

A soft female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is Zhao Yutong. Is Xin Yongsheng in the dormitory? If so, please ask him to answer the phone. Thank you."

Yan Mingjiang covered the receiver and called to Xin Yongsheng: "Hey, your wife's phone number."

"Coming."

Xin Yongsheng picked up the receiver.

"Hello? Yutong."

Zhao Yutong's excited words came from the phone: "A Sheng, I have some good news for you. I just saw a piece of news that a company called Shi Jin Ji is offering a reward of one million to find a painter. Hurry up and sign up for the competition. Ah. If you win the championship, then we can set up the comic studio you have always wanted. Then your comics can be published, and you might even have the opportunity to make a comic book movie."

Compared to his girlfriend's joyful mood, Xin Yongsheng showed a bitter smile and grinned slightly: "The bonus is one million? Did you look at a few more zeros? One hundred yuan is about the same. Last time I gave " "Story Club" submitted a four-panel comic, and they only gave me ten yuan as a fee, which was not enough for our next trip to the restaurant."

As a senior, although he has fewer classes, he is busier than ever, writing graduation thesis, preparing for defense and internship, and has no time to pay attention to external affairs. Therefore, Xin Yongsheng and several of his roommates do not know about food. Kum Kee unexpectedly organized this activity.

Moreover, Xin Yongsheng simply did not believe in such a high bonus.

People in the industry naturally know more about things in the industry. Chinese comics have no sense of existence at all now. What everyone is after are those Japanese and Korean mechas. And it is only TV stations that are introducing them in a big way, which does not give Chinese comics a chance to survive. .

Seeing that even survival is extremely difficult, how can there be such a good thing as offering a reward of one million yuan? Where can the enemy come from in the country?

In fact, the present is the darkest time for Chinese comics, with talent shortages and low-quality works.

It will not be until 1999, that is, next year, that the most classic cartoons "Journey to the West" and "Lotus Lantern" will be released, thus triggering a wave of Chinese comic craze.

"It's really one million! Why did I lie to you? If you don't believe me, I'll give you the newspaper later and you can read it yourself. Ah Sheng, hurry up and compete. With your talent, you will definitely win the grand prize!"

After drawing comics for so many years, the money he earned cannot even afford to buy a roast goose. Xin Yongsheng's energy has long been worn away. Even though the million-dollar reward is very high, there will definitely be countless experts competing;

Therefore, even if the reward is real, Xin Yongsheng does not think he can win the reward.

"Actually, I think my level is only average, especially in terms of artistic conception. I definitely have no advantage over those professional painters. I can't win an award, so why should I join in the fun? I'd better pay attention to the recent job hunting trends. , find a relatively stable job."

Upon hearing that her boyfriend actually wanted to give up, Zhao Yutong eagerly persuaded her: "You have to have confidence in yourself. You are obviously very good at painting. I can't understand the artistic conception. I only know that you paint very carefully." , and the works created also have a strong personal style. Don’t you always say that there is no soil for Chinese comics to survive? Now is the opportunity! Ah Sheng, come and participate, I believe you can do it!”

Xin Yongsheng was very moved by Zhao Yutong's words.

Moreover, in the final analysis, he is just a young man in his early twenties, and he still has the energy to refuse to admit defeat. He thought about it, and finally nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will listen to you, I will participate."

Zhao Yutong was so happy that he immediately said with a smile: "I will call you to sign up right now. They also need a sample of your work. You find one. I will go downstairs to your dormitory to get it and I will mail it to you."

Finally convinced Xin Yongsheng, Zhao Yutong was very happy. At this moment, several roommates who were dressed fashionably came back from shopping outside. When they saw Zhao Yutong talking on the phone, they started teasing him.

"Are you tired of your painter boyfriend again?"

"I said, you are so beautiful, isn't Wang Wentao from the Ninth Five-Year Plan of Political Science and Law chasing you? I think you should just agree to him."

"It's just that his family is rich. He didn't come after me, otherwise I would definitely dump my boyfriend and him."

"You have been dating for more than two years. Has he ever gone shopping with you once? Has he helped you buy new clothes once? I really don't understand you."

"Let me tell you, a woman's youth is very short, only a few years. If you don't take advantage of these few years to find a good home, it will be too late in the future."

Facing the persuasion of his roommates, Zhao Yutong put down the phone with a cold face and told them with a serious expression: "That's enough. I am very satisfied with my current life. I don't want to hear such words again in the future."

"Tsk, if a dog bites Lu Dongbin, it doesn't recognize a good heart."

"Silly girl, if you follow a poor boy, you will have to live a hard life in the future. You will regret it sometimes."

Zhao Yutong's eyes were firm: "I like him because he has his own ideas, has things he loves and has been working hard. Although he is poor now, he is a little poor, but as long as we work together, we can always live a good life in the future.

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Seeing that he could not be persuaded, several roommates did not bother to persuade him. After muttering a few words, they went to do their own things.

Food Chronicles.

The original office has now been greatly changed. All the desks have been put together in a circle, and the middle is filled with letters from all over the country, which contain the entries submitted by the preliminaries.

Lei Peilin has a headache. Now he only receives emails every day and receives a lot of help. The key is that after receiving them, he has to open them one by one and manually screen them.

Working with him, there are more than a dozen employees in the company.

They used to think that doing assembly work in the workshop was hard work, and if they could be transferred to open letters, it would be like getting promoted to someone who knows where.

However, after two days of opening the letters, they no longer thought so. Instead, besides wanting to beg their boss to let them go back to their workstations, the only fun they had was pointing at the mailed works.

"Holy crap, what the hell is this? Just pass."

"This person sent a blank piece of paper and asked why the cow eats grass. Where is the cow? Where is the grass?"

"To be honest, I'll just throw a handful of rice on the paper, put a chicken on it and walk a few steps, and the result will be more beautiful than this painting."

Most of the works are poorly painted, but some people are so confident that they would give up their face for a million. Some are even more outrageous. What they sent was not a painting, but a letter, saying that they wanted to teach food

Some of those who have made a fortune in Kam Kee have a great project in their hands and want to attract investment...

It can be said that a group of demons are dancing wildly, which is eye-opening.

An employee was so dizzy that he couldn't help but suggest to Lei Peilin: "Mr. Lei, how about we let those who sent the letters pay. We pay ourselves, and those people are just joking.

, just send any damn thing to us. Not to mention the hard work we have to do to unpack it, even the postage company will have to lose money."

Lei Peilin smiled bitterly and shook his head and said: "Free shipping is Mr. Lu's decision. In fact, we can't lose much money. The main reason is that there are too many spam emails, which is a bit hard to handle."

The employees complained endlessly, but what should be reviewed seriously should still be reviewed carefully.

In fact, this is only the first step. Get rid of those things that are obviously troublesome at a glance. But if there is something that looks like a painting, they will keep it and send it to the second review later.

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What no one knows is that dozens of cameras have been placed in this office to record the content of opening letters and complaints from 360 degrees without blind spots.

These most realistic scenes will eventually become the material of the program "Millions of Painters".

Yes, from now on, the program has actually entered the recording stage.

It's equivalent to the audition for "Super Girl".

In addition to this program that no one knows about, Lu Yiming actually gave everyone a hidden easter egg - whoever comes into the top eight in the final competition will receive corresponding bonuses.

Therefore, although everyone complained a lot, for the sake of the bonus, they still took apart the work very seriously, recorded it meticulously, and prayed for good luck in their hearts.

Fishing?

It doesn't exist at all.

After all, whoever does more demolitions has a greater chance of winning the championship!

Lei Peilin was very pleased to see everyone working so hard. He took a piece of mail next to him and started to open it.

The mail was very light because there was only one piece of paper inside. Lei Peilin yawned and took out the work, but his eyes lit up.

This is a simple drawing, with smooth brushstrokes and both spirit and form. With just a few strokes, a cute and honest cartoon image appears on the paper.

"This painting is good."

He doesn't know much about appreciating art, and he can't tell what the artistic conception is. He just feels that the works in front of him suit his taste.

Putting aside the aesthetic problems caused by watching too much garbage before, Lei Peilin felt that this work was very professional, and the details were handled even by a layman, so much so that he solemnly wrote down the author’s

Name and contact information, and then put the work into the extra large file bag next to it.

There is no doubt that this work passed the preliminary review.

At this time, the front desk of Shijinji called him.

"Mr. Lei, someone is making trouble at the front desk."

"Is there someone making trouble at the front desk?"

Lei Peilin frowned.

Shi Kam Kee's previous candy business has been sold, and new products have not yet been released. Who would come to Shi Kam Kee to cause trouble at this time?

However, since someone was causing trouble, of course he, the person in charge, had to deal with it. He stood up and said to the person next to him: "You continue to dismantle it, and I'll go out and take a look."

Lei Peilin stood up and walked out of the office, and a camera followed him. He knew the filming plan for the show, so he naturally filmed it openly.

Lei Peilin came to the front desk and saw the depressed expression on the front desk girl's face, so he asked: "Xiaoyu, what's going on?"

Xiaoyu pointed aggrievedly at the few gray-haired old men sitting on the sofa next to her, and whispered: "They claimed to be from the Baiyun City Calligraphers and Painters Association, and they came to compete in person with their own works. I asked them to follow the process, and the result was

They insisted on meeting the boss and explaining their creative ideas to the boss in person."

Lei Peilin's face was full of questions: "I've heard of the Calligraphers' Association, and he's heard of the Painters' Association. What is this Calligraphers' and Painters' Association?"

Although he said this, Lei Peilin did not dare to neglect such a person who held the title of xx Association. Although he had never heard of the name of this association, what if he was ignorant?

Over there, Ji Wenze, who was drinking tea with his legs crossed, was a little impatient and asked: "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to call your boss? Why haven't you come after so long?"

Another association member next to him quickly said: "That's right, do you know the value of our Calligraphers and Painters Association? It's just a small factory, what kind of card game is this boss playing? Let us wait for so long."

Obviously, they rely on their status as artists and cultural figures, and they look down on businessmen who smell like copper, and feel that they are superior to others.

After listening to the girl at the front desk introducing the ins and outs of the matter, and hearing these people yelling, Lei Peilin came over and said: "Everyone, I am Lei Peilin, the manager of Shijinji, and you are here to participate in "

"Millions of Painters"? If so, give your work to me and it will be considered as an entry."

"You? Manager?"

Ji Wenze was used to looking down on others. Now he looked Lei Peilin from top to bottom, and immediately mocked him with disdain: "Just you? What kind of art does a mere manager know? Call your boss over, I will
To be continued...