Hong Kong Island Comic Master

Chapter 5 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
"Boom!"

A loud opening of the door woke up Li Wannian, who was sleeping soundly.

Li Wannian opened his eyes and glanced at the sun hanging high outside the window, and immediately realized that it was already noon.

After all, I still failed to create a miracle last night.

With the help of my father, I only copied...and finished two-thirds of my winter vacation homework.

Hey, getting old...

It seems wrong, it must be too small...

Why doesn't it feel right?
Before Li Wannian could figure it out, he suddenly felt a chill in his body and the quilt had been completely lifted off.

"Are you still sleeping? Don't care what time it is? Get up quickly and deliver food to your father! He's not as good as your sister!"

Huang Jiali, her mother, wore an apron and stared at Li Wannian angrily.

"Mom, don't be so angry, it will cause menopause!"

With that said, Li Wannian stretched out on the bed.

"roll!"

Although Huang Jiali didn't understand what menopause was, when she saw Li Wannian's laziness, she angrily threw a corner of the quilt on the bed, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

After a long while, Li Wannian yawned and pushed open the bedroom door, lazily walked to the living room, and saw his sister Li Wanyue learning to dance along with the TV.

My little sister didn't like studying when she was little, and fantasizes about becoming a big star every day!
But don't mention it, her talent is quite good. She learned from TV and actually danced well.

After washing up, Li Wannian was just in time to have lunch.

The claypot rice I had for lunch today, the crystal clear rice grains and the golden barbecued pork all whetted my appetite.

There is nothing to say about my mother's craftsmanship. Although Li Wannian used to be a northerner, he was still conquered by his mother's craftsmanship in the past two months since he traveled back in time.

After lunch, Li Wannian picked up his schoolbag, picked up the lunch box that his mother had prepared early, and sent meals to his father just like he did during the winter vacation.

I will start school tomorrow, and then my mother will have to deliver meals in person!
Dundas Street was already crowded with people. All kinds of pedestrians passed by Li Wannian, which gave him the illusion of witnessing history.

Compared to Dundas Street, where the security is pretty good, everything is completely different when you come to Yau Ma Tei.

There are high-rise buildings on one side, and dilapidated and dangerous buildings on the other. The so-called heaven on one side and hell on the other side, it's probably like this.

Today, Uncle He did not lie outside the door and bask in the sun as usual. There was no one at the door.

Li Wannian walked straight into the factory, only to find that the machines in the factory did not roar like yesterday, and stopped again?
Before he went upstairs, he heard the voices of Lao Dou and Uncle He coming from the second floor.

"Mr. He, didn't you say that this comic is very good? Can't you sell it if you order it? A few old friends sent the news back and sold more than a dozen copies in one morning!"

"There's nothing wrong with the comics. I think it's because no one knows about it! Don't be impatient. It's only the first day. As long as you wait a little longer, sales will improve!"

"Do I have that time? You also know the current situation of the factory. Hey, I don't know how effective advertising can be..."

The conversation between the two made Li Wannian frown. Sure enough, things would not be so smooth sailing.

"What's the matter?"

Li Wannian waited until there was no conversation upstairs before going up to the second floor.

As soon as they came up, they saw Li Chongjun and Uncle He sitting there with sad faces.

"Oh, Nian is here?" Li Chongjun forced a smile.

"Are the comics not selling well?"

Li Wannian did not beat around the bush with Li Chongjun and chose to get straight to the point.

"Nianzi, this has nothing to do with you. You draw very well, but those readers are ignorant!"

Li Chongjun was afraid of damaging Li Wannian's enthusiasm, so he quickly comforted him.

"No, Dad, this is not my problem, nor is it the reader's problem, it is your problem!"

"That's right, it's me... um, my problem?" Li Chongjun's mind didn't turn around for a moment.

"Dad, let me ask you, where did you print the comics and send them to?"

Although Li Wannian placed the lunch box on the table, Li Chongjun had no intention of eating at this time.

"Of course it's a newsstand or a newspaper stall!"

"Well, Dad, who do you think the audience for this comic of mine is?"

"Audience...what?"

"Is it just a comic who likes me?"

"of course……"

Li Chongjun was keenly aware of what Li Wannian wanted to say, but due to his stupidity, he couldn't find the right words for a while.

"A child?"

At this time, Uncle He rushed to answer from the side.

"Inaccurate! The audience for my comics should be teenagers between 10 and 16 years old. How come these people go to newsstands to buy comics? What kind of comics did you sell through your previous channel? The kind of "Urban Beauty" that sounds like Comics that are not suitable for children are meant for adults!"

"It makes sense!" Li Wannian's words made Li Chongjun suddenly realize, and he slapped his thigh suddenly, but he soon came back to his thoughts, "How do you know that "Urban Beauty" is a comic not suitable for children?"

"Ahem... Dad, this is not the point. The point is that now that we know the problem, we must prescribe the right medicine!"

Seeing Li Wannian's embarrassment, Li Chongjun gave him a knowing look and said nothing more.

Compared with most old-fashioned fathers of this era, Li Chongjun seems to be very open-minded and doesn't care about these things at all.

In his opinion, what if boys saw this kind of thing?He has to know sooner or later anyway!
"How to prescribe the right medicine?"

At this time, Uncle He once again played his best role as a supporter.

“We have to find a way to sell comics to canteens and grocery stores near schools!
Then let the students get a free comic book for every five students they get to sign on site..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, give it away for free?"

When he heard that he was not selling but giving away, Li Chongjun immediately interrupted Li Wannian.

"That's right!"

"Your father, I am not a philanthropic person. I don't have that much money to give you!"

"Dad, listen to what I'm saying. If one school delivers 20 copies, we only need to deliver them to more than 100 schools, and the total is only a little over 2000 copies. How much does it cost you?"

"That's not expensive, it's just a few hundred yuan!"

Raw materials and processing only account for a small part of the cost of a comic. Most of it is royalties, cataloging, management, publicity and other expenses.

After all, the core competitiveness of comics still lies in good works.

"Yes, we only need to spend a few hundred dollars to let many students in more than 100 schools on Hong Kong Island know about this comic. Once they read the first one, will they want to read the second one?"

"What you mean is that you lose money on the first one and make money on the second one?"

Uncle He also understood what Li Wannian meant at this time.

"That's right! As long as I gain popularity, I believe many people will fall in love with my "Death"!"

Speaking of this, Li Wannian was full of confidence.

Nonsense, it was one of the three major migrant workers cartoons in the beginning, and it is a quite famous name in the entire history of the comics industry. What's more, his beautiful character modeling is a dimensionality reduction blow in the face of comics in this era!

"However, there is another question. How can you ensure that the signatures of those canteen owners are not forged?"

At this time, Li Chongjun raised a fatal question.

(End of this chapter)