On Friday, Shen Xin went to the bookstore and bought a magazine-"Weekly ComicFutura".
As the top of the "three major magazines", this magazine with a single issue sales of more than 5 million copies is undoubtedly the leader of all comic magazines in China.
This sales volume is very close to the peak of "Weekly Jump". Considering that there are 8.9 billion people in China in this world, and the atmosphere of comics is no less than the 11th district of this world, so, "ComicFutura" can have more than 5 million people. Sales, it is not difficult to understand.
Shen Xin certainly hopes that his comics can be published in this magazine, using the comics that he has seen on the earth, to become the pillar of "ComicFutura" in one fell swoop, standing on the top of the comics industry, and making up for the regret of not becoming a master of online literature in his lifetime.
Hey...
Thinking of this, Shen Xin felt a little excitement in his heart.
With "Weekly ComicFutura" in his arm and vegetables and instant noodles in his other hand, he was about to go home, but the phone in his trouser pocket rang.
Who would be so boring to call at this time? Could it be... the editor named "Wang Wenhong"?
Shen Xin switched on the phone with a look of expectation, but a woman's voice came through the microphone.
"Hello, is this Shen Xin?"
"That's right." Shen Xin nodded.
is not Wang Wenhong.
"I am the editor of "Weekly NewWorld", can I ask you out to meet?"
"Weekly NewWorld"?
This magazine is also very famous in Yunhai, with a single issue sales of about 500,000. Because it is a weekly magazine and the publication frequency is fast, the reader adhesion is higher than that of "Monthly Dreamer".
It's just that Shen Xin and "Weekly NewWorld" did not intersect, and it is not clear why the other party approached him.
"No problem." Shen Xin will not miss any chance.
"Then do you have time now?" the other party then asked.
"Yes, but..."
"Well, I'll be waiting for you at the Starbucks in the city center." The other party didn't give him the time to reflect, so he hung up the phone.
Can you let me finish talking first? I want to take the food home.
Shen Xin is depressed. His home and Starbucks are in the opposite direction, but if he wants to see this mysterious editor, he must go directly to Starbucks.
After thinking about it, Shen Xin felt that this was a rare opportunity, so he decided to meet the female editor.
Taking the subway, Shen Xin hurriedly came to the cafe designated by the editor, opened the door and looked around, there was no one he knew well.
Ah-failure!
I forgot to ask how the two recognized each other.
But then again, the impatient editor did not give him a chance to speak, and because the other party was calling from a landline, he could not communicate with the female editor.
Shen Xin lost his temper and had to consider whether to leave. This is when someone suddenly raised his hand by the window and waved to him.
His gaze moved immediately, and he found that the person raising his hand was a beautiful woman with long hair.
She is not too old, she is in her early 20s, but the shawl's fluffy perm makes her look quite mature, which complements her full figure and is very attractive.
willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, and **** lips, I have to say that this woman's appearance is very attractive to most boys.
Is she an editor?
Shen Xin has watched "Dream Eater" and "Republished", most of the editors in it are very sloppy, and the woman in front of him is completely from two worlds.
Shen Xin was not sure, but he still walked over.
"Are you Shen Xin?" The woman stood up.
Wearing high heels, she is only a little bit shorter than Shen Xin.
"Yes, may I ask you..." Shen Xin was surprised. He hadn't met this woman, but listening to the voice, it was indeed the female editor who talked with him on the phone.
"You sit down first."
The woman waved to the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee.
After the coffee was served, the female editor also handed in her business card to Shen Xin.
Shen Xin glanced down at the content above, "Yan Fu, editor in charge of "Weekly NewWorld" magazine...Excuse me, what can you do with me?"
"You shouldn't be old now, right?" Yan Fu asked curiously.
"I will be 18 soon," Shen Xin said truthfully.
The host had skipped grades when he was in school, and he was less than 17 years old when he was admitted to the university. From this point of view, the host's talent in art is much better than usual.
"So young?" Yan Fu asked in surprise.
"My birthday in the second half of the year." Shen Xin explained patiently.
Many web writers are "forever 18 years old", but he is a genuine minor.
Yan Fu listened to Shen Xin's explanation and looked at Shen Xin twice more.
For cartoonists, the younger, the greater the potential.
Even in China, there are still not many cartoonists under the age of twenty, let alone the sea of clouds.
Yan Fu opened the handbag beside him and handed the copy of "The Witch" to Shen Xin, "Is this your work?"
Shen Xin nodded. Although it was a black-and-white copy, he did copy the cover. His name and phone number were written on the cover—this is his handwriting.
"I remember I gave this book to the editor of "Dreamer" Wang, did you get this fanzine from him?" Shen Xin puzzled.
"That's it." Yan Fu held up the coffee cup with some embarrassment.
If Shen Xin knew that his notebook was thrown away by Wang Wenhong, he would probably be blown up.
Considering this factor, Yan Fu did not tell the truth. Compared with the momentary breath, she still hopes that Shen Xin can focus on painting.
"That's it." Shen Xin rubbed his chin, a little confused about Yan Fu and Wang Wenhong's thoughts.
Aren't the editors of different magazines the enemy? How could Wang Wenhong transfer his fandom to Yan Fu?
Just as Shen Xin was thinking about the reason, Yan Fu also put down the cup and turned to stare at him.
"I know you gave the manuscript of "The Witch" to "Dreamer", but I like your storytelling and composition very much. I hope you can contribute to "NewWorld". Of course, the fee we give will not be lower than that of "Dreamer". "As for the story, I can find other originals, you just need to turn the originals into comics." Yan Fu said.
After hearing Yan Fu's words, Shen Xin's brows jumped. The beauty editor obviously thought that his ability to write stories was extremely poor.
Please, he is an online novelist on the earth. Although he is only a third-rate, but the third-rate is also a "stream", don't look down on people.
Besides, he has seen a lot of comics, and he knows some of the routines in it. With the addition of the comic capsule, conceiving the outline of a comic should not be a big problem.
The most important thing is that no matter who Yan Fu works with, the cost of the manuscript must be divided equally with the other party. If the other party has a certain reputation in the industry, he will get less money.
He firmly disagrees to split the cost of the manuscript with another person.
For this reason, Shen Xin immediately shook his head without thinking about it, "The story... I can figure it out by myself, and I don't need anyone else."
"Huh?" Yan Fu frowned, his eyes full of doubt when he looked at Shen Xin.
Shen Xin is a little bit up, but he can also guess Yan Fu's mind, who made the "Witch" manuscript really not good in terms of plot.
"Otherwise, when I draw the name, you can judge whether it can be qualified." Shen Xin suggested.
Yan Fu thought for a while, then nodded, "It's okay... But the first article must be a short story."
"Short story?" Shen Xin blinked, sweating a little on his forehead, "Can't a long story work?"
He has never seen any short comics before. Whose comics does this make him "reference"?
"It must be short." Yan Fu said seriously, "Serializing full-length comics directly to newcomers is very risky for the magazine. Long-length comics must be at least ten words in length. In case, the comics will be serialized after three or five chapters. , has no stamina, and the magazine will lose money. I like your shots and composition, but only these two will not make you a top cartoonist. Sorry, I can't risk this. risk."
After hearing Yan Fu's explanation, Shen Xin was a little frustrated, but Yan Fu's worries were also reasonable. Just like Ken Obata, a top-notch painter and a genius who was hailed by the editors of "jump" as "one in ten years", many cartoonists who studied with him are more famous than him. But it wasn't until he received the script of Hotta Yumi that he entered the field of public readers with a "Soul of Go".
"I see, the short story is just a short story."
After all, he was also a net writer during his lifetime, so it should be fine to write a short story.
Hearing Shen Xin agreeing, Yan Fu cupped the coffee cup in both hands, "I think your style is very sensual, and it is more suitable for romantic comics. "The Witch" is also a short story with a romantic style. My suggestion is-you The first manga, preferably a love manga. There are some similarities between the short and the long."
Eh?
in love?
Wait... You mean, let me be a dead house and draw an original love story? How big should your heart be?
Shen Xin bit her lip, with an urge to cry.
He took a depressed sip of coffee and draws a short romance comic. For him now, it is indeed difficult because he has no relevant experience.
At this time, the door of Starbucks was pushed open, and Shen Xin, who looked directly at the door, glanced at the door unconsciously, and frowned immediately.
The face was unclear, so he turned his head to look at the person who came in.
The man was tall and thin, with a black framed glasses and a professional smile on his face.
"Wang Wenhong..."
Yan's expression also became difficult to look.