The early morning sun shines into the window and sprinkles on the sheets printed with WC letters.


    The sound of the mobile phone woke Li Nuo up.


    For this guy, the mobile phone has basically lost the function of communication. After all, there is no social communication. There are only three phone numbers in the address book, "Dr. Wang, the God of death", "fried cake selling chicken legs" and "the community management department under the building that never does personnel work".


    So, in a dazed stare, he subconsciously reached out and hung up the phone as an alarm, although he never set the alarm.


    A few minutes later, the call came again.


    This time, he looked at the screen of his mobile phone, which was a strange number.


    "Let me buy a house again..."


    Then make complaints about Tucao.


    There is no voice, Li Nuo said, "who?"


    The other end of the phone was in an awkward situation.


    "So... Is that writer Li?" A woman''s voice.


    Writers


    Li Nuo''s eyes brightened, "give in!"


    ……


    Li Nuo stands under a commercial building in the center of the city.


    This is one of the most prosperous areas in the city. The roads are open, the traffic is unobstructed, and the humanistic atmosphere is abundant. Compared with the health care community where he lives, it is just like crossing the age.


    The phone call was from his comic book company. In short, there was a boss in the company who fell in love with Li Nuo''s comic book and wanted to talk about some cooperation with him. However, the boss... It''s impossible to talk to you on the phone. So, there''s this one.


    Before eleven o''clock, Li Nuo squats on the street and breathes.


    He''s still in a muddle.


    Although he was born and raised in this city, he only passed here when he was a child and grew up by bus. For him, the tall buildings in front of him and himself are the creations of two worlds.


    "I''m going to work in the city..."


    After mocking himself, he walked into the building in front of him.


    In all forms, Jane called a well-dressed woman from the front desk. She called Li Nuo in the morning.


    "This is writer Li?" The woman looked at him and held out her hand. "Zhang Quan, I''m in charge of the Ministry of Commerce. Nice to meet you."


    Li Nuo for this kind of workplace etiquette quite mentally retarded, but also know the handshake etiquette, then cater to the handshake.


    Zhang Quan looked at Li Nuo and said with a smile, "I didn''t expect Li to be so young."


    "Haven''t you seen my ID card?"


    Li Nuo''s words directly made the "friendly" atmosphere come to the freezing point. Zhang Quan was confused and slowly released her hand. Generally speaking, the other party should cater to her praise and say something like "no more". Even the arrogant people just boast, but this kind of person is really rare, especially in the workplace with complex interpersonal relationships.


    In fact, Li Nuo didn''t want to dismantle it either. He sent a copy of his ID card in the contract signed by the company, which was still in color, and the photo was printed on the paper, so he actually said "you''re blind".


    It''s very face saving.


    Zhang Quan beat a drum in his heart and took Li Nuo to the elevator.


    "This building belongs to the company?" Li Nuo asked.


    "Well, almost." Zhang Quan didn''t want to talk to him, but he still said with a smile, "for a while, the person that writer Li wants to see is the editor in chief of our comic editor''s office. Does writer Li know him?"


    "I don''t know."


    "..." Zhang Quan forced out a smile, "he... You can call him Mr. Xu later... In addition, I have to remind you that when you see Mr. Xu later, remember to be kind."


    More than half of this is for Zhang Quan''s own consideration, and a small half is really for Li Nuo''s good. Thinking of this, Li Nuo smiles, "well."


    When Zhang Quan saw Li Nuo''s smiling face, he was stunned. In fact, this guy was pretty good. He always had a pair of dead fish eyes on his face, but he couldn''t stand it. The normal smile thrown by his pure and beautiful face made Zhang Quan subconsciously think that he might have misunderstood Li Nuo just now.


    "Thank you, Sister Zhang."


    “……”


    The word "Sister Zhang" has broken all assumptions.


    In front of the office, Sister Zhang knocks on the frosted glass door. Inside comes the voice of a mature man full of magnetism. He pushes the door and enters. President Xu sits on the leather sofa, looks at Li Nuo, stands up and says with a kind smile, "Hello, please sit down."


    Sister Zhang backed out and closed the door.


    Li Nuo sat opposite and looked up and down at Mr. Xu. His jeans were white, his shirt was greasy and his face was smiling. He was one of the standard accessories for successful people.


    "Xu Le should be your editor in chief." Mr. Xu poured a cup of tea and handed it to Li Nuo. "Nice to meet you, writer Li."


    "Ah... Nice to meet you..." Li Nuo took the small cup, "Mr. Xu, just call me my pseudonym."


    Xu Le poured tea for himself, looked down at the purple sand tea cup and said, "I''m sorry, I can''t get your pseudonym."


    "I understand." Li Nuo nodded slightly. After all, his pseudonym was "Uncle Li".


    Xu Le looked at him, "writer Li, can you tell me what you think of the comic industry now?"


    Li Nuo slightly understood his intention, smashed his mouth, "let me think about it..."


    "All right."


    Two seconds later, Li Nuo said: "most of the female characters wear and don''t wear basically the same, clothes are a large band aid, aojiaoluoli or Sanwu eventually have to become a toilet, male characters in the premise of adhering to the three concepts of justice, the best amorous stallion, even if met with a female ghost must be a servant girl in the previous life, most of the comics are like this, do not rule out some very good works, However, it''s rare. Meat always dominates the plot. It''s the mainstream now. Most people use hand-painted boards to draw. The color of the lines lacks the aura that they should have. The picture looks like photo synthesis.


    However, it can''t be blamed for the author''s double shifts a week and ten pages a week. People with normal intensity can''t do it, and the competition is still fierce. It''s impossible to be noticed without a little edge ball. Hand painted boards are more convenient to create, and the speed is doubled. Even ordinary painters can cross the basic platform as long as they are proficient in using them.


    For the market, these things are also needed. Before the domestic cartoon industry really gets up, it needs to rely on their 404 works to keep its attraction. If you ask me what I think of the market, this is my answer. But if you want me to give you a question about whether I want to draw this kind of thing... I will refuse. "


    Xu Le''s eyes were wide open when he heard this. Is that what he would like to say?


    "Writer Li, there are 16 categories on the website now. Among them, the section with the least number of writers is the urban living area, and there are probably less than 800 people still painting. You are one of them. You are also a few of them who still insist on drawing by hand for a week, not to mention recommending writers. No... to be exact, you should be the only one."


    Li Nuo joked: "because I didn''t even save the phone number of my own editor, and I didn''t add the writer group. I''m in a zero communication state with all the people in this industry."


    Xu Le asked, "what''s the purpose of drawing cartoons?"


    "To spend time waiting for death and earn money for drinks."


    Xu Le said with a smile, "can I regard your answer as Wen Qing?"


    "Mr. Xu, we don''t take curse." Li Nuo said, "can we go straight to the subject?"


    Xu Le leaned forward slightly and said, "the company is developing a new cartoonist recently. We attach great importance to your hand drawing ability. We hope to sign a contract as an in-house painter of the company, specializing in drawing comics for well-known novels. At the same time, we need to adapt the comics of novels. This is also the purpose of my asking you about the industry, We need a cartoonist who has excellent hand drawing ability and doesn''t drift with the flow. "


    Li Nuo took a sip of tea and said, "well, it''s the one who sells paintings."


    Xu Le stood up and said, "of course, you can say that, but the basic skill of hand-painted is practical ability. It can be seen that it also verifies the saying that wine is not afraid of deep alley."


    "I don''t think it''s a lie at all." Li Nuo said: "to tell you the truth, I''m totally retarded in the social work field. If I say it according to my heart, I will refuse. But what''s the advantage of considering" real "life?"


    Xu Le looked at him and said with a smile, "the good is your career."


    "I have a suite downtown."


    "It''s not your career, it''s your parents'' stuff."


    "I have no father or mother."


    “……”


    Xu Le was speechless, and almost endured to the limit. From the beginning, he knew that Li Nuo might be more difficult to get along with, because the editor in charge of Li Nuo had reminded him, but he didn''t expect that his character was so twisted.


    As a matter of fact, Li Nuo''s comics are not ignored. He has a great talent in painting. The editors have been paying attention to his comics for a long time because the number of updates is too small to meet the recommended standards. However, when Xu Le asked the editors who are responsible for managing urban comics who are the best painters, the answer was almost unified, A comic writer who insisted on hand drawing in the second half of the 1920s.


    "I see." In order to fill Li Nuo''s empty tea cup, Xu Le managed to keep his proper face and threw out the bottom line that was also planned at last, "a fixed salary of 1.5W per month."


    Li Nuo pupil up Piao Xia, "my bottom line of life, will not bow for the capital."


    "Forget it." Xu Le was relieved. He didn''t know why he had to talk so much with this guy.


    "More money."


    "..." Xu Le''s expression changed slightly at this moment, and he still managed to keep smiling, "you think this is a vegetable market... According to the contract, every writer signed is paid 1.5W a month, there is no way."


    "OK..." Li Nuo shrugged, drank all the tea in the small cup, wiped his mouth, and patted the cup on the table, "deal!"


    It''s really a vegetable market! Xu Le was surprised. In his limited career, he seldom saw such shameless people.


    With a long sigh of relief, he said, "sign next week. Remember, as an in-house author, everyone must abide by the working principles." He said word by word: "one, week, double, more. Every chapter, ten pages. "


    Li Nuo''s face turned white with a brush, but Xu Le''s words are not over yet. "Also, remember to take out two days from Monday to Friday to paint in the company. If you come late, you will be treated as, late, late."


    After Xu Le finished, she got up and opened the door. Sister Zhang was still waiting outside.


    "Writer Li, we have a good talk today. Please let us know the specific date of signing the contract."


    This condition is like death''s sickle to Li Nuo. He jumps over directly, grabs Xu Le''s arm without hesitation, bends down and shouts: "general manager Xu! Let''s talk again! Money is easy to talk about! I don''t know much about this gadget. Do you want to lower my salary? "


    Elder sister Zhang was directly confused. What''s the situation? For the first time, she asked for a pay cut, and it came out of this man''s mouth.


    Xu Le saw Li Nuo''s shameless appearance and suddenly wanted to laugh, but he still strained his face, "I want to say a word to you."


    Li Nuo looked up and looked at each other sincerely. "Can I work one day less?"


    "Clim