"A pretty interesting person, his basic skills are very solid, but he is a little too unconfident."

When Lin Yan asked Shi Jia why he looked at the young man named Tian Ruifeng differently, he replied.

While fiddling with the figure I just bought, Lin Yan said, "I really don't understand the mentality of a big boss like you. What? Do you want to support others?"

"The recent sales of Royal Tu Animation are not very good, right?" Shi Jia asked suddenly.

Lin Yan did not defend herself, but admitted honestly: "Since the author of Naruto disappeared, the sudden completion did have a bit of an impact on sales. Currently, based on the fact that the few newcomers signed were a bit difficult to support, I originally planned to be a plot-oriented and passionate comic journal. Recently, I really have no choice but to find some four-frame support venues similar to the Rap of Comics."

She was a little helpless, but said she had no choice, because it was too difficult to find excellent cartoonists in China. Most foreign cartoonists, especially Japanese, would choose publishing companies in their own country rather than Huangtu, a new company in China.

Shi Jia could understand, but he still felt that if the Royal Tu Animation Company continued to develop according to the current situation, there would be no bright future even in a few years.

After all, Lin Yan and Han Fei, who are hosting the Royal Picture Anime, are just ordinary people. Even if they do their best, it will be difficult for them to change the reality of the sluggishness of Chinese animation.

Cheng Shuang kept standing by and didn't say anything.

She was surprised by Lin Yan's age, and she didn't expect that she was already the general manager of an animation company just one year older. Although she and Lin Yan had just met each other for a while, the same interests and hobbies made the two girls very close.

Common language is the best factor to get closer.

For his dream of comics, Cheng Shuang did not even choose the best university in China. Instead, she insisted on filling out the university that has achieved great achievements in art, Communication University of Central.

She asked Shi Jia, "Brother, why did you start this animation company?"

The tone was very light and the tone was not high, but he knew that the words sounded like a bell and a cauldron roaring, and the thunder blew his ears. He suddenly stood there and could no longer talk. He finally realized the key problem about the Royal Tu animation-

Why did you start this company?

Revitalizing the animation industry? It’s too far to say it. The goal is too empty.

Shi Jia understood why he was not very clear about the attitude towards Royal Tu Animation. Because he had not yet determined the specific positioning of the company. He stopped and fell into a brief meditation.

The speed of thinking suddenly accelerated, and everything around him slowed down.

The co-colored man wielding the big sword, trying to sell the surrounding small vendors, pointing fingers at the tourists who pick up their cameras from time to time to take photos... All the pictures are gradually frozen, and the frequency of the sound becomes very low...

Fill in regrets.

This sentence suddenly appeared in Shi Jia's mind.

He sighed, his thinking speed changed back to normal, and the time that had been trapped in the slow passage finally returned to its original state. In fact, he had just thought about it for a long time, but to others, he was only stunned for a moment.

The Internet was immediately connected to my mind. I found the identity profile of the slightly fat young man just now, and through a sniffing program similar to a search engine, I searched my personal information about Tian Ruifeng on the Internet based on keywords.

The phone number, email address, tt number... all contact information were found, some were through public information, and some were through intrusion of Tengxun and Telecom's resource servers.

Shi Jia looked at Lin Yan and said, "Do you believe there is a character in this world called genius?"

"Wang Po sells melons." Lin Yan glanced at Shi Jia with a funny look, then focused on the novel things around her. She misunderstood Shi Jia's words.

"Do you remember the young man I met at the side door just now? Sign him."

"Ahha?" Lin Yan thought she had heard something wrong.

In her opinion, Tian Ruifeng can only be regarded as a rookie painter with a serious attitude. Even in the field of local cartoonists, Tian Ruifeng is just a little shrimp character among Xiaoxia. Lin Yan has seen many such people, so he didn't take it seriously.

What she wanted to find was a talented and dazzling dark horse, rather than a slightly clumsy newcomer.

Cheng Shuang smiled slightly and said, "If you train it carefully... it should be OK. From the lines, shadows, and storyboards, he can see that his basic skills are very solid, and he must have done a lot of hard work. There will always be rewards for seriousness, right?"

Easy time always passes quickly.

Shi Jia sent Cheng Shuang and Lin Yan back respectively, and then personally found the cartoonist named Tian Ruifeng.

People came and went on the evergreen street, and pedestrians with cold expressions hurriedly passed by. The slightly fat young man had loneliness and helpless expression. He struggled to pull a large woven bag of comic books and dragged his feet on the sidewalk covered with red stone bricks.

"Why did you leave?"

Shi Jia gently patted his shoulder from behind and said.

Tian Ruifeng turned around, and was a little surprised at first. He felt a little tired. He put the woven bag on the side of the road to rest, spread his hands and said relievedly: "There is no way. I have not applied for the qualification to participate in the exhibition. I was just driven out by the security guard. It is not surprising that a small character like me is, let alone in the eyes of a big man like you."

"Big man? From the outside, you and me are almost the same age as each other." Shi Jia smiled.

Tian Ruifeng shook his head and said, "Temperament, human temperament cannot be fake." He leaned against the wire bar and sighed, without any hindrance when selling comic books.

He turned his head and squeezed out a smile: "Is there anything you have to do with me?"

"I want to find you to draw a comic."

Tian Ruifeng's face was first filled with joy, but it was immediately covered by a negative emotion. He laughed at himself and said, "Forget it. You are a good person, but there is no need to spend time on people like me. I admit that I don't have any talent, and my talent is like a container. Working hard is to pour water into it, and I can keep pouring it down, but in the end it is up to the container to hold it. I--"

"It's just a small bottle cap." He lowered his head deeply.

Shi Jia recalled the surveillance video from that period to know what kind of blow the young man suffered.

A person's self-esteem and self-confidence are beautiful and fragile, perhaps just a casual word, or just a contemptuous look. When you are surrounded by a cage of self-denial, when you have to face the cruel and cruel reality, under the gaze of dreams, depravity only requires a simple thought.

It is actually a duty to expel irrelevant personnel, and there is no special difficulty. Only the rules that are repeated. It is precisely because of this public attitude that Tian Ruifeng realizes: In fact, no one is wrong, but he is wrong.

"Ah——" Tian Ruifeng suddenly realized that his actions in front of strangers were too out of control. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, I'll make you laugh. But I want to thank you too. I feel much more comfortable when I say these words."

He carried the woven bag and was about to turn around and leave.

"How much price can you pay for your dream?" Shi Jia's voice came from behind.

Tian Ruifeng stopped, "My all."

"Then...will you make a deal with the devil?"

He turned around and saw Shi Jia's dull smile.

(To be continued.)

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