158 Ask for help from "Comics"

As the days pass by, the last breath of the Spring Festival also dissipates in the air.

After eating, the people who had grown fat all over and had enough sleep, finally set sail from their hometowns reluctantly, rushed to all parts of the motherland, and stood on their own jobs.

The land of the motherland, which had been resting for half a month, began to roar forward like a train.

Enterprises, companies, factories across the country have also begun to open on a large scale.

The "Comics" magazine naturally started construction.

Other companies were full of joy when they reopened, and their employees were filled with smiles, but the whole of "Comics" magazine was filled with sorrow.

President Hong Tao's face has more wrinkles, and his face is also yellow and yellow, like a terminally ill person.

In fact, Hong Tao is not old, he is only in his early thirties, which is a good time for his youth to struggle. But at this time, he is bald, his eyes are blurred, and his spirit is a little dazed, as if the old man who is about to die of wood is full of decadent spirit.

"Comics" magazine was founded by him. It was very glorious in the early years and achieved some results. At that time, his reputation was at its peak.

At that time, he walked like a crab, walking sideways.

However, there are unexpected situations in the world. Because he was too arrogant, he was too self-righteous in his subsequent operations and had too radical ideas. He merged one company to acquire that company. Moreover, because of his ambition, he wanted to do this and that, and wanted to take over everything. In the end, the quality of the comics became worse and worse and fewer readers.

Now, the magazine has been struggling and has difficulty in survival.

At this time, the magazines had no more money, and the printing of the next issue of comics was already a big problem. The whole society was so poor that it could not be exaggerated.

So at this time, Hong Tao was really in tears. If it weren't for the responsibility of his body, there was a group of hungry people behind him, and he really wanted to jump out of it and be completely relieved.

In fact, he had discovered his own problems a year ago and began to reflect and rectify them. Unfortunately, it was too late and the trend was over. Moreover, because he was too anxious and wanted to reshape his past glory, and even gave people the feeling of seeking medical treatment in a hurry. The more he started a magazine, the more he became, the more he was messed up.

At this moment, looking at the office covered with a thin layer of gray, Hong Tao closed his eyes in pain.

"What should I do? God, save me?" Hong Tao covered his face with his hands and wailed miserably in his heart.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

A knock on the door sounded.

Hong Tao gritted his teeth and forced the bad mood in his heart. After that, he lowered his head, let go of his hands, and squeezed out a very reluctant smile from his face. He grinned at his colleague at the door and smiled: "I don't know what happened just now, but his face suddenly hurts."

However, the other party said nothing about Hong Tao's forced explanation, and he didn't even notice Hong Tao's strangeness, because he was overwhelmed by something else in his heart. He reported sadly: "President, I just called, Yang Li and Zhang Tong... They won't come back."

What?

When Hong Tao heard this, he stood up suddenly. The things on the table were jingled by him. His shock, his despair, and his fear instantly filled the entire office like heavy fog.

Yang Li and Zhang Tong are the chief painters of the magazine, and of course, they are also the last two painters. They took advantage of the reason to go home during the Spring Festival and stopped coming after the New Year. This was much beyond Hong Tao's expectations. You must know that before the New Year, they promised that they would come back to work on time.

Hong Tao looked at the companion with a dull look, for seven or eight seconds. In the end, he collapsed softly like a deflated ball and fell on the chair.

It's over!

It's all over!

Hong Tao wailed in his heart.

The colleague at the door opened his mouth and wanted to comfort him a few words, but the words were about to come out of his throat, but he felt that everything he said was pale, and no matter how good he was to comfort him, it was useless, because the fact was that "Comics" magazine was really over, so he sighed softly and turned around and left.

After a while, Hong Tao stood up, walked over and closed the office door, locked it from inside, and locked a person inside.

Outside the door, when I heard the sound of closing the door and locking, the few colleagues who were still in the magazine were all jumping hard in my heart.

Everyone looked at the office door, and then looked at each other.

"The president won't be overwhelmed, right?" someone asked worriedly.

"It shouldn't be, the president is not that fragile!" Someone wanted to comfort everyone, but the words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them back.

The president was not so fragile in the past, but now...

Even the hardcores of them were backing down and wanted to get out of bed, so you can imagine how much pressure the president was in his heart. The president is a smart person, and he couldn't see everyone's thoughts and plans.

what to do?

A few people look at me, I look at you.

After about seventeen or eighteen seconds, someone suggested: "Let's divide it into two groups, one group is here. If there is still no movement in another half an hour, you will break the door, and the other group goes downstairs and watch from the window."

"Okay!" A colleague nodded. It was over and there was nothing to do.

"good!"

"All right."

Everyone dispersed and divided the work.

At this time, the only thing everyone can do is to prevent Hong Tao from accidents.

However, before the group of people under the window walked out of the office area, a creaking sound was made, and Hong Tao's office door opened and Hong Tao walked out of it.

What surprised everyone was that Hong Tao seemed to have changed into another person. Although his hair was still messy and like a chicken coop, and his clothes were wrinkled and without any image, there was light in his eyes, which was shiny.

What's going on?

Everyone turned their strange eyes on Hong Tao together.

Slap sex.

Hong Tao clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

Everyone gathered around at once, and the speed was unprecedentedly fast.

"I thought of a solution!" Hong Tao's first sentence was like adrenaline, injecting into everyone's bodies, and everyone's decayed spirit suddenly became vigorous.

"I want to ask Chen Fei for help." Hong Tao continued to say the second sentence.

Chen Fei?

Brother Fei?

Everyone frowned and their expressions became extremely strange.

"That's right, it's Brother Fei. I want to ask Brother Fei for help." Hong Tao said slowly, but extremely serious.

After about five seconds, the first colleague who reacted asked: "President, do you want Brother Fei to acquire us?"

"Yes." Hong Tao nodded: "But I not only want Brother Fei to inject capital into us, I also want Brother Fei to create for us. As long as he is willing to create a work for us, I believe that our comics and magazines can be resurrected."

Hong Tao answered questions and answered questions very seriously and said his thoughts without reservation.

But after hearing his words, several colleagues could not continue to calm down.

"President, it is possible to ask Brother Fei to acquire us, but if you ask Brother Fei to create for us, this..."

He couldn't say that your mind was in trouble, but the meaning was self-evident.

Chen Fei is indeed very good, but he is a filming TV series and movies. He is a person in the film and television industry. The film and television industry and the comic industry are separated by 108,000 miles between them.

If you ask an actor to draw a cartoon for you, your head is stuck on the door, right?

Everyone stared at Hong Tao blankly.

Isn’t the president too much pressure and mental problems?

Everyone's hearts were thrust.

Some people even wanted to call Hong Tao's wife and talk about the situation here.

Fortunately, at this time, Hong Tao explained himself: "I know that everyone must be very confused about my decision, and at the same time they will not support it, because everyone thinks that Chen Fei is just an actor, at most a director, and has nothing to do with our comics industry. Even if he is willing to help us, he is powerless, let alone 99% of his chances of helping us."

After hearing this, everyone's hearts fell a little.

It seems that the president's spirit is quite normal.

fine.

Everyone listened attentively and waited for Hong Tao to continue to explain.

"But--" Hong Tao finally said the most concerned issue for everyone. He looked around and looked everyone's eyes, and then said: "But don't forget that Chen Fei is also a planner, and he is also a screenwriter and a writer."

Um?

When everyone heard this, their hearts were thunderous, as if they had thought of something, so hope suddenly surged in everyone's heart, as if... From some aspects, Chen Fei had nothing to do with everyone, and it wasn't really impossible to fight!

Hong Tao continued: "I suddenly had a intuition, a very strong intuition. Brother Fei can not only write scripts, but also draw comics!"

Can Chen Fei also draw comics?

He is also a cartoonist?

Everyone was stunned at first, and then their hearts were beating wildly.

Really?

Is Chen Fei really a cartoonist?

If that was true, that would be great. Comics magazine might really be able to bring life back!

After talking about his thoughts, Hong Tao said solemnly: "Everyone give me another chance, okay? I'll go find Brother Fei now. If Brother Fei agrees to help us, then our magazine will really be able to bring about death. If Brother Fei..."

Hong Tao smiled bitterly and shook his head, then said, "If Brother Fei refuses, then... our "Comics" will really have no hope. At that time, I will sell my money and pay everyone's salary and bonus first. Everyone trust me again, okay?"

"Okay!" Everyone answered in unison.
To be continued...