Yan Chuyang stood up from his chair excitedly, he had to go quickly, don't let others wait.
But he stood up, glanced at the food on the table and sat down distressed.
This was made by Wei Qing for him, and it was so delicious, it would be a pity if he threw it away after eating a few bites.
The boy picked up the chopsticks again and quickly ate up his favorite braised shrimp in oil. After a few mouthfuls of soup, he packed up the food and threw it into the trash can.
After a brief wash in the bathroom, Yan Chuyang went out.
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"This is a bonus." Fang Zheyu handed over a bank card solemnly.
"Ah?" Yan Chuyang smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I'll give you money as soon as you come up, I'm a little panicked."
Fang Zheyu shook his head, and said with a smile: "How can you be afraid, this is won by Mr. Yan's work, and you should take it with peace of mind."
Yan Chuyang heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the bank card from the table, and asked with twinkling eyes, "How much money is there here?"
"After tax, it is 2.73 million."
"Cough cough." Yan Chuyang coughed lightly twice, and raised his head in disbelief, "But, as far as I know, isn't the first prize of this comic exhibition worth more than one million yuan?"
"To be honest." Fang Zheyu pushed the gold-rimmed eyes on his nose, and said solemnly, "Mr. Yan's work was taken by an investor in our competition. He admired Mr. Yan's talent very much, so after knowing your After failing to advance to the top three and being eliminated, it was a pity that special awards were specially approved, and all the reward systems were funded and responsible by him alone."
"Ah?" Yan Chuyang looked down at the bank card in his hand, and muttered, "That is to say, this bonus was unilaterally given by your investor?"
"Eh..." Fang Zheyu pondered for a while, "You can also say that."
"Then it's a bit inappropriate." Yan Chuyang frowned, pushed the bank card back and said, "I don't think I can take this bonus, if only the investor appreciates it, I am very honored and very happy to be able to accept it." Be friends with him, but such a large bonus, I really can't accept it with peace of mind."
"Nothing is unacceptable." Fang Zheyu frowned, and pushed the card back, "Yamashita-kun said that he still felt that the money was too little. According to the regulations, the works of the competition should be returned to the contestants after scoring, but Yamashita-kun I like your work very much, so without your consent, I gave my first love of your work to his wife, he feels very sorry, so please ask Mr. Yan to accept the money."
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a while, and then his eyes widened suddenly: "Shan... Shanxia Jun?"
"Well, it's the Japanese manga master Keihisa Yamashita."
With a "bang", Yan Chuyang suddenly stood up from the chair, handed the card in his hand with both hands to Fang Zheyu with a flushed face, and said, "Mr. My idol, I grew up watching his cartoons, if he likes my painting, I'll just give it to him, please don't give me any more money."
"It may be impossible." Fang Zheyu stood up from the chair with a smile, shook his head and said, "My task is to deliver the bonus to Mr. Yan. Mr. Yamashita said that this money is the money to buy your work , he does not accept returns."
Yan Chuyang groaned, looked at the card in his hand in embarrassment, raised his head after a moment of silence, and said: "Then can I see Mr. Shanshita? You tell him that I don't need money. good."
Fang Zheyu smiled lowly, pushed his glasses and said, "This time is also for this purpose." Then, the man suddenly raised his hand and took out an offer form from his shirt pocket and handed it to Yan Chuyang, "Shanxia Jun likes your painting style very much, he now has an independent manga studio in Japan, which is short of manpower, so I would like to ask Mr. Yan if you are interested in working in Japan now."
Yan Chuyang froze, and after a long silence, he stared blankly at the invitation letter and said, "But... I'm in school now."
"It doesn't affect your completion of studies. Mr. Yamashita said that you can go to him for an internship for half a year now. After the internship period is over, you can continue to return to China to study until you graduate."
Yan Chuyang's heart was tense, his eyes flickered and he muttered: "Half a year...."
"Well, because these six months are his relatively free time, he can work with Mr. Yan and give some pointers in some professional fields."
Yan Chuyang's heart suddenly missed another beat.
Working with Keihisa Yamashita and becoming Keiku Yamashita's student was something he never even dared to dream about. He didn't expect that two of his dreams that he never even dared to dream of would come true today.
"Mr. Yan?" Fang Zheyu looked at the people who were stunned aside, raised his voice slightly, and pushed the job acceptance letter forward.
Yan Chuyang regained his composure, carefully raised his hand, and took the bronzing invitation letter.
Fang Zheyu breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "If you agree to work in Japan, please call me in two days, and we will help you buy a ticket and arrange related matters to go abroad."
Yan Chuyang hummed, and said a little erratically, "Give me some time to think about it, please? I will call you when the time comes."
Fang Zheyu nodded: "Everything is to respect your own wishes."
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At eight o'clock in the evening, Wei Qing got off work, and as soon as he got home, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. Usually at this point, Yan Chuyang would either be on the sofa playing games with his mobile phone, or drawing with a drawing board, or lying on the back of the sofa to review his work. However, as soon as I got home today, I saw him with his back straight and his eyes unfocused staring at the TV in front of him, which showed a cartoon of Pleasant Goat.
wrong.
While changing his slippers, Wei Qing watched the boy's stiff back, and his heart tightened.
Yan Chuyang is the most lazy. When he gets home, his body always looks like he has no bones. He is either tilted or leaning there. The standard master is that standing is worse than sitting, and sitting is worse than lying down.
What's going on today? Your back is so straight, are you waiting for a compliment