I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    "Chirp." The two parrots shivered comfortably as soon as they entered An Yinong's room.

    Although this bulky air conditioner is loud, it is a luxury that many people want most in this era.

    The winter in Gangcheng is generally not cold, and the outdoor temperature is above ten degrees, but I don’t know if it has encountered cold air recently or what, the temperature has dropped below ten degrees, and it is still raining , the double damage stacks.

    If there is no air conditioner, 'Yinong' and 'Gupan' may be cut off for a longer period of time due to 'force majeure'.

    "I heard people say that you are friends and are very friendly, why didn't I hear you?" Xie Jiu asked casually.

    How to say this, he and Gu Pan... He is Gu Pan.

    An Yinong held his face and looked at Xie Jiu: "We have a good relationship, right? Uncle Jiu is curious?"

    "Your "Monster City" is more suitable for animation than his comics. Give up this opportunity because...he is your friend?"

    Xie Jiu, who has only read the "Yinong" comics, said the same thing as the truth.

    "No no, Gu Pan's "The Spiritual Girl" has a wider audience and can attract both male and female readers, which is a very powerful thing, "The Heroes of the Desert" and "Monster City" The audience is more male.”

    An Yinong made a serious analysis, but in the eyes of others, this is a preference for 'Gu Pan'.

    This bystander is Xie Jiu.

    Xie Jiu always knew that 'Yinong' and 'Gu Pan' had a good relationship, but actually gave the first animation quota to 'Gu Pan', and decided directly as a director, then their Is the relationship beyond a certain limit?

    "Sir?" At this moment, he remembered the two words that An Yinong had shouted at him, and Gu Pan's new comic was called "Sir".

    This comic is very famous, and many female readers are discussing it. Even if Xie Jiu doesn't care, he knows that "Mr." is about the teacher-student love between two people (ghosts) with huge differences in identities.

    The identities are very different, teachers and students... After contacting An Yinong, who did not know when to learn the painting skills and swordsmanship, Xie Jiu suddenly thought, 'Gu Pan' must be the one who taught An Yinong to paint the 'sir', right?

    "Tiantong don't belittle yourself, of course, I know that you and 'Gu Pan' are friends, friends are always special. I don't know what kind of person 'Gu Pan' is, I really want to get to know ."

    Xie Jiu's camouflage was flawless, but An Yinong sensed something was wrong with his sixth sense. fencing."

    Sure.

    Xie Jiu became more and more convinced of his guess: shameless guy, even if he seduces minors, he still secretly beautifies things and draws them into comics. No matter how mature Tiantong is, he is still a child, and he does not know the filth and ugliness of adults.

    Xie Jiu didn't show his attitude, he even said kindly: "Really? That's really good."

    "Yeah, speaking, he is a bit like Uncle Jiu, and here is a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes." An Yinong smiled and looked at Xie Jiu, "Sure enough, a beautiful person, There are similarities."

    Xie Jiuyi didn't know whether he should be happy or angry.

    "Ninth uncle is a man, how can you describe it in two words beautiful? Is Tiantong very close to the Mr. Gu Pan? Since the 'Gu Pan' is your teacher, the teacher is like Father, you should treat him like your own father." Xie Jiu said sternly, which is called a righteous remark.

    "Okay, I'll listen to Ninth Uncle."

    An Yinong's cooperation finally made Xie Jiu loose his brows.

    The two continued to draw and read, until noon, when the president of the magazine called and said that a lot of things had been delivered to the magazine, and the delivery workers said that Mr. He bought it in their supermarket It was sent later, so I came to ask about the situation.

    "I bought it, one person, one box of snacks gift box, one box of fruit and one hundred yuan supermarket coupons, the editor-in-chief added a box of red wine. By the way, the year-end bonus, just one monthly salary.”

    An Yinong threw out tens of thousands of money, of course, the president, as a migrant worker, was very happy, and he could even hear faint cheers over there. He smiled and put down the phone, facing Xie Jiu's thoughtful expression.

    "What's wrong, Uncle Jiu? Are you uncomfortable?"

    "It's just that I was suddenly reminded by Tiantong that this year's benefits have not yet been prepared. I was thinking, what should I prepare." Xie Jiu, who has never given employees other benefits other than year-end bonus, said.

    Xie Jiu left and said to prepare for employee benefits, An Yinong put down his brush, he held his cheek with one hand and smiled like a little fox: "When did it happen? Find?"

    "What?" The system floated out.

    "Are you here?"

    "Yeah, if I don't show up again, you will only know the parrot 'thank you'." The system said faintly.

    Almost a year has passed, and the host has turned from a middle-school fourth-grade student to a middle-grade fifth-grade student. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, the task progress is zero. The legendary task object 'Wen Long' was as quiet as dead, but his adoptive father who died early was shaking in front of the host from time to time.

    What are you shaking? Can shaking increase the regret value?

    Forget it, this adoptive father has an unlucky pet, what 'thank you', to grab the host's attention and get angry.

    "I thought you didn't want to talk to me." An Yinong pinched the system, considering that he might not meet again after this life, he decided to be nice to the system.

    "Humph. By the way, host, what did you just say?"

    "I suspect that Xie Jiu is interested in me." An Yinong laughed terribly.

    "What?" The system jumped up, it pointed to An Yinong, and pointed to the next door, "Little Mom Literature?"

    “…”

    An Yinong stretched out his finger and flicked the system off: "Can I put some normal things in my mind? What kind of mom literature? I have nothing to do with being a son."

    "It has nothing to do with being a son, but has something to do with being an adoptive father?" The system that rolled around on the table quickly got up, it had forgotten the task, hehe approached, "I I think the relationship between the two of you is a little bit like that?"

    "What do you want to say?" An Yinong looked down at the system.

    "You have a traitor—" The system was ejected again, but even if it was ejected, it still had to say the last word aloud, "Love!"

    "Huh." An Yinong thought to himself: What do you need to say?

    After entering the young age, the pace of the world seems to have accelerated. The great cartoonist no longer has a leisurely drawing time. He was brought by his parents to meet various relatives and friends kind of banquet.

    "I see this side at the end of the year, and when I see it, I go back. How many people return to Hong Kong City during the New Year, go to see them, and let them see how good my children are."

    His growth this year made them see the potential, they no longer regarded An Yinong as a child, but as an adult who can go out and socialize.

    Although He Chengjue has always been said to be the second generation of incompetent and rich, but he also has a lot of connections, including political and business circles, and even people in the gray area. As for Li Yufeng, she knows more people from the art world.

    Facing these people, An Yinong of course pretended to be obedient with a drink. Anyway, he is tender and his voice is soft, there is nothing wrong with his uncle and aunt shouting down.

    There are often many peers at such banquets, but I can't find too many "peers" from them, and they are no longer like students.

    Also, most of these families have several wives, and they all have to compete with brothers and sisters with different parents and different mothers in the family. The model of raising Gu will definitely be more precocious and more realistic.

    They also came to An Yinong, but An Yinong didn't like the 'interest needs' that they did not hide in their eyes, so he stayed one step away from He Chengjue and Li Yufeng, looking like someone who had not left the greenhouse Good boy.

    "It's better to go back and have a small hot pot with Mr." he thought to himself.

    In fact, at this time, there are also many rich people who choose to go abroad for a New Year holiday, some people choose places covered with ice and snow, and some people choose to go to warmer places, but Grandpa He is a traditional person, He felt that the New Year should be spent in his own home.

    It is said that the He family has two relatives who live abroad and will come back during the Chinese New Year.

    "Master He."

    An Yinong turned his head and saw a brown-haired mixed-race boy, he recognized this person, his name was Zhang Rongsheng, his English name was Richard, his father was a shipper, and his mother was an exotic dancer. He is an illegitimate child.

    He Chengjue is working with the father of the other party recently to get through a certain shipping line.

    I have to say that scumbags are not able to sit down and do business, but they have a unique vision. Real estate and shipping are all industries that can make money in the future.

    "Call me Tiantong." An Yinong raised his signature smile, "Can we eat together?"

    This is a buffet-style dance party. After eating, go up to dance, get tired of dancing, and then come down to eat and chat. But not many people actually sit down to eat.

    "Okay." The shy boy sat down.

    "I heard that the "Painting Friend" magazine is yours, have you seen Gu Pan?"

    An Yinong thought that the other party was here to find him to make friends, but the boy thought for a long time, and the first question was this.

    Ann Gu Pan himself Yi Nong picked up the juice: "I haven't seen it before, it's the editor's job to contact the author."

    "Well, can I meet him? Of course, it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient recently, I can wait." Zhang Rongsheng clenched his fist.

    "...I take the liberty to ask, are you a fan of his books?" Judging from the gesture of clenching his fists, it doesn't look like he wants to meet an idol, but like a fight.

    "No." Zhang Rongsheng said, "I am a book fan of Yinong."

    "...You calm down, it's wrong to hit people, I don't think 'Yinong' will be happy either, they are good friends." An Yinong said seriously. This young man was two years younger than him, and was in his second year of middle school, so it was easy for him to go astray.

    Zhang Rongsheng shook his head: "I know, I'm just curious, what is it like to be friends with 'Yinong' and be protected by him all the time."

    If so, shouldn't he be more curious about what 'Yinong' looks like?

    An Yinong asked, but the young man blushed and said, "I think he should be a mature man in his twenties and thirties, with a good-looking and learned manner. I don't Nice to meet him."

    …Young man, your idea is dangerous.

    He patted the other person on the shoulder and stood up: "Get closer to the work, and stay away from the author."

    The little reader managed to scare him back, An Yinong left the banquet, and he drove through the brightly lit streets in his car.

    Various colored neon lights, bright red lanterns, red couplets and banners brought the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, and children ran along the roadside in brightly colored clothes.

    Even the banchas, who are not used to getting close, smiled.

    "It's really New Year's Eve."

      The first new year in this world.

    Ann Yinong seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, he breathed on the car window, and then wrote on it: New year, smooth and prosperous.

    But in the end he felt naive again and wiped the words on the car window: "Uncle Cai, can I go to the store that sells fireworks? I want to buy some fireworks. Oh, yes, also I want to buy some ingredients to cook hot pot."

     "Okay, Master, will you be cooking hot pot tonight?"

    "Yeah, I didn't eat much at the banquet. I'm so hungry. I wonder if Mr. Xie next door wants a late-night snack?"