Big Manga

　　 At this time, Meng Huo was drying clothes at home, and the phone rang.

　　 He ran back to the living room to answer the phone.

　　 "Hello, is it Mr. Meng Huo?"

　　 There was such a sentence over the phone. Of course, Meng Huo, who was over 30 years old, was not surprised by the word "Mr.".

　　 "Yes, I am, who are you?"

　　 "I'm Ye Xiong, the editor-in-chief of the Junior Editorial Department of Phoenix Company Weekly, Mr. Meng Huo, have you sold the copyright of "Detective Conan" you contributed?"

　　 The other party's voice seemed very urgent.

　　 Hearing the meaning of his words, even though Meng Huo was prepared in his heart, his heart inevitably jumped twice at this time, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "No, I voted for you the only manuscript."

This answer made the opposite Ye Xiong a sigh of relief: "In that case, can you give this comic to our Weekly Youth for distribution? We will use the greatest efforts to promote and package it, and the remuneration and share of the contribution are issued according to the standards of professional cartoonists. "

　　The standards of a professional cartoonist! ? Meng Huo was stunned for a moment. This was far beyond his expectations. He nodded quickly: "No problem! I'm happy to give it to you. When will the contract be signed?"

　　 "Try to hurry!"

　　 Ye Xiong is eager to sign the contract quickly to save nights and dreams: "When will you be free, I will book a train ticket for you, and you will come over when you come."

　　For safety, it is naturally best to sign the contract in person.

　　 However, Meng Huo hesitated a bit. He suddenly remembered that he could not sign a contract at the age of fifteen unless his guardian was Li Qin's permission.

　　 "I'm free this time, but can you provide two train tickets?" Meng Huo smiled bitterly: "I am only fifteen years old, and my mother is present to sign the contract."

　　"..."

　　 The microphone went quiet, Ye Xiong said again: "Sorry, I seemed to have heard it wrong just now, can you say your age again?"

"Fifteen."

　　 "You said it was too fast, it was twenty-five years old, right?"

　　 "No, I am fifteen years old this year, and I just finished the high school entrance examination."

　　 "What a joke!"

　　 yelled, Ye Xiong hurriedly apologized: "No, no, I didn't doubt you just now... I just didn't expect you to be so young, I didn't expect it at all!"

　　 He was shocked. The seventeen-year-old daughter in the family couldn't even draw a chicken. The other party produced high-quality original comics when she was fifteen years old. What is the difference between this person and person?

　　 is only fifteen years old, the meaning of such a young manga artist is...

　　 "No problem." Ye Xiongyi gritted his teeth, he must not miss the opportunity: "I will prepare two round-trip train tickets, the time is one week, please make sure to prepare in advance."

　　 hung up the phone, Ye Xiong sat down limply.

　　 "Editor in chief, what's the matter?"

　　 Sun Yang asked carefully next to him.

　　 "That author only this year..."

　　 Ye Xiong just wanted to answer, and suddenly shut his mouth again. This information cannot be leaked. Before everything is finalized, he should keep it secret. After all, he doesn't know what Meng Huo's guardian thinks.

　　 Qingcheng County, Jiangnan Province

　　 That night, Li Qin came home and was surprised to find that his son was sitting in the living room with a sad face.

　　 She poured a glass of water, sat next to her and asked, "Did something happen?"

"Yeah." Meng Huo nodded and replied: "Mom, I have a friend, you should know... Liu Yi, it is him. A cartoon he drew was attracted by a big company, and they invited him and his dad. Go to Ninghai City to sign a contract."

　　 Li Qin was taken aback: "Isn't this a good thing?"

　　 She doesn't know much about comics, but she has heard that it is the same thing as movies and novels.

"Of course it's a good thing, but Liu Yi dare not tell his dad. If his dad knows that he must kill him when he draws cartoons while reviewing," Meng Huo glanced at his mother and asked carefully: "Mom, you said How can he persuade his dad?"

　　 Li Qin thought for a while: "How was the kid's high school entrance examination."

　　 "He said he did a good job in the exam and he could enter the county No. 1 high school."

　　 "Then there is nothing to worry about." Li Qin drank slobber and smiled: "Since the grades are okay, it doesn't matter to tell his dad directly."

"Mom, you think so." Meng Huo nodded and said suddenly, "Actually, I think so too. Mom, I lied to you just now. How can Liu Yi have that ability? I can only draw comics if I say that comics are also your son. Is it coming out?"

　　 "Don't be kidding, how can you do that...huh?" Li Qin's smile stopped, the cup in his hand shook, and he suddenly turned his head and stared at Meng Huo: "Did you draw the cartoon?"

"Yes." Meng Huo's head shrank. He was not afraid of Li Qin's anger. The awe of this mother in his previous life has not changed. "Mom, you won't be angry, I must have a good grade in the entrance examination! "

　　 Li Qin stared at him with complicated eyes, and didn't even notice the water poured on the table. She didn't expect this son to be so bold and arrogant to deceive herself. The original review turned out to be drawing pictures in the room. However, Meng Huo's performance during this period was indeed too clever.

　　 "Are you sure you did well in the entrance examination?"

"Ok."

　　 "Is your manga chosen by a big company?"

　　 "Well, they want us to go to Ninghai to sign a contract, they will be responsible for the round-trip ticket."

　　 Meng Huo lowered his head and answered sincerely. Li Qin looked at him with an honest appearance, and couldn't get angry for a while: "Give me the phone tomorrow, I want to ask."

　　 She compromised.

　　 The next day, after Li Qin called to confirm that Meng Huo had not lied, he felt very complicated. UU was surprised, happy, and a little overwhelmed. She didn't even know if it was good or bad, after all, her son was only fifteen years old this year.

　　 She doesn't know the concept of a fifteen-year-old cartoonist, but she knows that fifteen-year-old novelists and celebrities are very eye-catching. Is his son so young? -This kind of thinking was still unsure by Li Qin until the moment they went out on June 25.

　　 "I said Xiaochou, they won't be a lie!" When queuing to check the ticket, Li Qin suddenly asked uncomfortably, "What if it is a liar?"

　　 Menghuo was holding two big bags in his hands, smiling and comforting her: "How come you are a liar, mom, have you confirmed it several times! Besides, what can we both do to lie!"

　　 Their mother and son were so poor that even thieves and crooks would not target them.

　　 Li Qin calmed down a bit, she felt that what her son said was right, and she was not a pretty young girl and she couldn't be afraid of anything. And that company bought them expensive sleeper tickets. How could scammers be so generous.

　　 The ticket was checked smoothly, the platform was a bit cold, and the sky was already dark at this time. It took a one-night journey from Qingcheng County to Ninghai City.

　　 After getting on the train, Li Qin clumsily changed the ticket at the conductor. She had never left Qingcheng since she was born, and she was a little nervous: Unexpectedly, for the first time in her life, she was the blessing of her son.

　　 But at this time, she didn't know that the bigger surprise was behind.

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