In He Chen's mind, the young master should be a legendary figure wearing a white suit, wearing a bgm when he appears, stepping on the bgm rhythm point, and dancing with gorgeous waltz and admiring himself.

But the person in front of him was looking at the comic - from the cover, He Chen was very sure that this girl was watching "Conan". The decadent "child" who was holding a lollipop in his mouth, didn't look like the young master of the Black Club.

There were two short tables and cushions next to the young master. Under the leadership of the kimono girl, He Chen also sat cross-legged on the cushion as the young master. For He Chen, who had never had the talent of "kneeling", this anti-human sitting posture was similar to torture.

Then, a sliding door behind He Chen opened, and two kimono girls who were standing by inside came in with their bodies arched in to add sake and some sushi snacks to He Chen and the translator, and brought a basin of warm water to let He Chen wash his hands, and then wiped them dry with a towel.

From beginning to end, the kimono girl didn't even raise her head.

After doing all this, the kimono girl arched her body and retreated back to the compartment again, pulled up to the door and continued to stand by.

He Chen was fiddled with like a puppet, and his heart was shocked.

This is the enjoyment!

He Chen is rich now, right?

But compared with this young master, He Chen is simply a local bun from the countryside.

While He Chen was feeling the deep malice from the world, the young master put Conan down, raised his eyelids slightly, looked at He Chen carefully, then took out the lollipop in his mouth, and greeted He Chen.

"Yo! Porter teacher!"

It turned out to be a very good Northeast Mandarin, which even made He Chen feel as if he was watching the Spring Festival Gala.

"It's considered seeing you! I like your comics very much. I originally wanted to go to the last Huaxia Animation Festival. After something was delayed... Maybe the gods heard my prayers and let you come to Tokyo. I fulfilled my wish to see you!" Looking at He Chen, the young master's dead fish eyes slightly opened, and he was very excited.

His voice was very low and he felt lazy.

To such a super fan with a prominent background, He Chen politely greeted him: The other party is a slut, and He Chen dared not speak nonsense without knowing his character.

"Can you find a photo with me? Can you sign me with an autograph? I have a collection of every comic of yours!" As he said, the young master called out a few more kimono girls, brought all the collectible comics he collected, and looked at He Chen with a long time.

How dare He Chen refuse?

So the happy young master asked the girl in the kimono to take a photo with He Chen with a professional camera.

"...If so many comics are signed, it will be until night." He Chen looked at the comic books that were already taller than his own and gave a small reminder.

After hearing this, the young master felt that it seemed to be very troublesome, so in regret, he only asked He Chen to sign the first collector's edition of each work.

"These are the first collections of every work and volume I bought from China. I didn't know Chinese well before, so I could feel the charm of your comics more deeply. I specially asked someone to teach me Chinese. Teacher He Chen, what do you think of my Chinese?"

“…It’s great!”

In fact, He Chen really wanted to know if he learned Chinese from the Spring Festival Gala. This mouthful of Mandarin with a strong Northeast flavor made He Chen want to laugh but dare not. He could only drink constantly to relieve stomach pain.

He Chen felt that the young master had no malice, so he felt relieved. Then he greeted the young master very politely and talked about some stories in comics that the young master was interested in.

"The comics you created are very interesting, and I am following every one of them. Not long ago, the end of your "Doraemon" is really regrettable. I feel that the story can be drawn forever. Why do you want to finish it?" said the young master regretfully.

He Chen was helpless, and he couldn't draw it even if he couldn't finish it. After all, he was not Teacher Fujiko himself.

For readers, eunuchs are particularly hated. If you use eunuchs in Doraemon yourself, it will be an eternal regret for people all over the world - just like "Dream of Red Mansions".

A story without an ending is an incomplete story.

So He Chen chose a fan ending that even the official thought would affect them and banned. Although there are still very obvious bugs here, it is the ending that is most in line with the content of the first chapter of "Doraemon".

"Because, it's gone." He Chen could only answer like this.

This is He Chen put an end to his heart, but even if the comic serial is over, the weekly animation will still meet everyone on time.

At least until He Chen's child grows up, Doraemon will not end - although He Chen doesn't even have a wife now, let alone a child.

After three rounds of drinking, the young master suddenly said to He Chen: "Teacher He Chen, I wonder if I can ask you to draw a comic?"

Please draw a comic by yourself?

He Chen was stunned and looked at the young master in confusion.

Does the young master have any scripts he wants to read and need He Chen to write them?

The young master complained to He Chen: "Most of your comics are from China or another world, and only one of the "Conan" is related to Japan. Although those stories are very exciting, I think there are many stories worth creating in Japan." As he said, the young master stuffed a snack in his mouth.

The dessert was very sweet. He Chen could not eat only one, but the young master was happy.

"Didn't there be an animation company in Japan?... Sorry, I just think that your own people should create your stories better than those created by me, an outsider." He Chen asked for death, only to realize that his words seemed to be inappropriate, and then explained.

The young master didn't care and waved his hand lazily. He greeted the girl on standby to come in and fill the wine in the wine distributor of several people, and then said, "Don't mention them, the painting has no meaning at all. It's simply an insult to your comic!"

He Chen observed a second silence for the island country's comics career. I wonder if the young master would sank the author to Tokyo Bay because the comic stories created by someone were too trash?

He Chen dared not try this question with his own heart.

"This is simple. When I was painting "Conan", I had a lot of Japanese-related subjects..." He Chen thought for a while and found an excuse. His comics have all been changed. If you want to have purebred island content, as long as you don't change it, there will be no problem.

"Really? Is that related to us?" the young master asked excitedly.

Related to the club?

He Chen recalled the anime in his memory and said: "There are several, such as the daughter of the fishman gangster boss, who fell in love with humans, and a series of interesting things happened; and the son of the gangster boss, the daughter of the former rival gangster boss, the daughter of the police department director, and the young love story of ordinary people..."

"Love story? It's so boring. Is there anything exciting?"

"Yes! The gangster and a few brothers value love and friendship, and grew from small to community bosses! There are also a series of thrilling gambling games carried out by a group of gamblers who were controlled by you because they borrowed loans and were unable to repay their debts!"

"It's too ordinary, I don't want to watch documentary comics. It's best to have aliens, future people, people from another world, superpowers and other manly comics that make people excited!" The dead fish eyes suddenly entered the hot-blooded mode.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but He Chen always feels that his words seem to be familiar.

"There is too much passion! In the 'Generation of Big Pirates', in order to compete for the treasure left by One Piece, a group of alternative pirates who punish evil and promote justice are fighting against various forces, enemies and governments!"

"It sounds interesting, but is there anything else?"

"How is the God of Death? A group of humans who are invisible to purify and save people's souls after death. In order to protect humans and the God of Death themselves, they fight against various enemies."

“…Is there anyone more appropriate to us?”

"More appropriate? Then let's have ninjas! The clubs formed by cluster ninjas fight each other, and finally found that some terrorists were going to destroy the club, so they united and fought with the terrorists!"

"Teacher He Chen, you are so irritating! A ninja is a sneak attack, and fighting head-on with someone is a failed ninja!"

"Okay, ninjas can't do it, then let's have a samurai... The new group of the samurai formed by the samurai. In an overhaul world, aliens became the government and suppressed the samurai club, causing the samurai to decline, but there is still a Chinese character that still sticks to the soul of the samurai..."

"Samurai! This is great! It makes people excited when I hear it. Draw this!"

"However, I'm still serializing several comics in my hands, and I can't start a new serial for the time being." He Chen said.

The young master touched his chin and pondered, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He Chen said, "Can't the assistant improve your speed of drawing comics? If you find a few more assistants for you, can you share some of the burden?"

He Chen smiled: "It's true, but it's not easy to find an assistant. You have to have a consistent style and sufficient strength." He also wanted to discover more assistants, but the comics in his hands are very demanding, and they are not enough to control them in his assistants. However, the only pervert who has the ability to control them is not interested in all subjects outside of ** because of his current personality problems. He is now in the stage of secretly adjusting and teaching by He Chen, and he cannot use them for the time being.

"Of course! How can you be your assistant if you are not strong enough?" said the young master, "Will you draw this comic if you find someone qualified to be your assistant for you?" The young master was still lazy, but he contained confidence in his laziness.

He Chen's heart moved. He had no power or power in the island country. Even if he knew the names of some great gods, he didn't know who was the one he was looking for in this vast sea of ​​people.

If you look for it with the strength of the Yamada Group... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!