After the first wave of the first ceremony, she had a premonition that Miss Yu would definitely not let it go. As expected, when she fired a wave of explosion and was about to take away the opponent's QW second company full of blood, Miss Yu calmed down instead. Continue to fight with Chu Li, but send two words: Wait a moment.
First ceremony: "..."
Wait a minute, if you have the ability to bring your Yujia army to trample me to death—speaking of which, I was still the leader of your Yujia army before. I don’t know your fan fighting power
Chu Li scoffed, his heart was so strong that he was not only like an optimistic monkey, but also the Monkey King Sun Wukong who had just made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and returned triumphantly: Whatever heavenly soldiers and generals you send, my old grandson will come to stop him naturally, and the water will cover him with earth!
So, Chu Li waited patiently for about half an hour, and Empress Yu finally reappeared. This time she brought dozens of screenshots, and she came up without saying a word and slapped Chu Li's face. Chu Li clicked on a few, After taking a look at the content of the screenshots, I was immediately intoxicated... These screenshots are not other things, but cocoon holding two pictures, and the whole world asks what they think of the pictures, for example—
[Broken Cocoon: "Screenshot" "Screenshot" dear, what do you think of this picture as a commercial publication?]
[Friend A: Super pretty! Which book, I want to buy! !]
…
[Broken Cocoon: "Screenshot" "Screenshot" dear, what do you think of this picture as a commercial publication?]
[Friend B: Wow, it's so beautiful. I saw the mosaic drawing on the official Weibo of "Moonlight" of Yuanyue Club a few days ago, and said it looked like you, and it really was you!]
…
[Broken Cocoon: "Screenshot" "Screenshot" dear, what do you think of this picture as a commercial publication?]
[New Shield editor A: Looks good, is there a picture of "Luohe Divine Book"? ? so good!]
[Broken Cocoon: However, the editor of Yuanyue Society asked me to brighten the faces of Feng Erren, and the backlit faces were adjusted to be the same as the lighting boards that came with them.]
[New Shield Editor A: Huh? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha that's really...]
…
[Broken Cocoon: "Screenshot" "Screenshot" Mom, what do you think of this picture as a commercial publication?]
[Mom: It’s beautiful, what’s the matter? Who said it's not good looking?]
[Broken Cocoon: The publishing editor thinks all kinds of things are unreasonable, and it is obviously the backlight that made me brighten the face...]
[Mom: Now non-professionals like to point fingers at professionals. If you are a professional in this kind of thing, then stick to your professional opinion and don't be swayed by it.]
[Broken Cocoon: Thank you Mom:)]
First ceremony: "..."
First ceremony: "..."
I can't believe my dog eyes, even my mother has come out, can the legendary "My Relatives and My Friends Series" be used like this? !
Chuli right-clicked and saved each of these pictures as, and put them into a folder named ["Luohe Divine Book" work progress] on the computer desktop, and started typing after saving—
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Teacher, are you kidding me? Show me what these do? Prove that I have no vision? No aesthetics? The good and the bad are exhausted, if your picture doesn't look good, I don't have to work overtime to find a design to make up for it in the library... Eh, forget it, you won't believe me if I tell you.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: It’s still the same sentence, you can change the color of the picture, and you can drip it as you want. If you can’t change it, we really can’t take this picture, but I see that the editor of Xindun has a face envious…]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Besides, your body proportions are not scientific Asians. I think science can compromise with art when it comes to drawing...]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: You have time to send screenshots everywhere to ask for comments, the pictures have been edited long ago.]
Chu Li typed up such a long list without knowing where he hit someone's sensitive point. After Yu Yu replied "What do you know, I won't change it even if I die", she disappeared directly——
At this time, Chu Li felt that Cocoon's play was not finished.
But Chu Li is not stupid, right? He ran to ask her what she wanted to do again, but turned around to report the matter to the leader in the work group, and then confirmed with Ah Xiang to start Plan B, and the matter was over—she started again Back to the work of proofreading A Gui's essay...
Until it's almost close to off-duty time.
The Q of Chuli rang again, and the person who came this time was Mr. L. Historical events have proved that once this crow-like black person appears, nothing good will happen. As expected, he came up with a series of yin and yang "hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" and then said—
[Mr. L who disappeared: Hello, the woman who brought her own lighting board.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Why does this line sound so familiar to me?]
[Disappearing Mr. L: "Screenshot"]
"Screenshot content":
A Weibo post about 20 minutes ago, the content of which is—
"Break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly: After a tree hole, it is the most helpless thing to encounter a docking editor who cannot communicate and is forced to point fingers and find faults during the drafting process... The moment the contract is signed by the other party, it enters the draft reminder mode, as if the manuscript is It looks like it was created by magic!
Stay up all night to finish the draft, and you are dissatisfied with this and that, with a look of humiliation... You don't even know what kind of hatred you have!
The funniest thing is that in the end, I was forced to revise the manuscript with the wrong professional knowledge! ! The character with the back light asked me to whiten the face of the character and say it was too dark to hold the grass. I also quibble: your human body proportions are not scientific Asians, and I think science can compromise with art when it comes to drawing. "
[Disappeared Mr. L: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha "Your human body proportions are not scientific Asians. I think science can compromise with art when it comes to drawing." You said this with a straight face Is it a human language? !]
First ceremony: "..."
She is wronged
Click to read the comments, there are more than 3,000 comments in just 20 minutes, most of them are comments from fans below, such as "I feel sorry for my wife", "23333333", "You should have some common sense without professional knowledge", and there are a few others. It seems that he is also a painter with an orange V certification, and he is clamoring to "ask for a name and then detour"...
Click it in and have a look. They are all unknown painters with thousands of fans. I won’t talk about whether the works are good or not. I just say that if Chu Li dares to invite them to paint the cover for Zhou Chuan, Zhou Chuan will dare to use them in the middle of the night. The belt strangled her to death at the head of the bed... They might as well draw it by Chu Li himself.
uh, ok-
As the saying goes, the winner is king, and the loser is king.
Chu Li accepted Mr. L's ridicule, and told him that the person Yu Niangniang mentioned was indeed her. Although she had no professional knowledge, she also had common sense. If the character is backlit, the face is indeed dark, but But if the printing factory says it’s not allowed, then it’s not allowed. Even if it’s wrong, it should be brightened. It’s as simple as that. Continue to 23333 endless.
Sitting in front of the computer, Chu Li found it rather boring—
You see, you are jumping up and down filled with righteous indignation, sending relatives and friends and parents sending complaints on Weibo, and everyone is talking about "distressed wife", but how many people really comfort you? In the eyes of most outsiders, it is nothing more than a joke that "haha, there is such a thing" when the free time is swiped.
—Your cocoon empress is willing to be that clown, you can go by yourself, I will not accompany you.
Thinking of this, Chu Li rolled his eyes, and was about to turn this matter over and forget about it... His mind was full of: Forget it, forget it, just treat it as love before, and you will scold me twice for returning the manuscript The sentence is pulled down, anyway, I don't have a lot of meat.
Chu Li has other things to do, and the cover design of "Luohe Divine Book" has to be pushed forward. Originally, she didn't want to continue wasting time on Cocoon. After all, after all the drafts are returned, she will not cooperate again... However She didn't expect that this mother-in-law's Weibo was full of accusations and scolding, and she wanted to continue the war, with a look of "you dare to mess with me, I will let you never get an appointment again" Stance in—
afternoon.
Chu Li was drinking afternoon tea while proofreading A Gui's essay with a biscuit in his mouth, when Lao Miao came to the door, he stretched out his hand and pushed Chu Li's shoulder: "Chu Li, you didn't talk to Cocoon properly about this matter. Huh? It’s just a return of a manuscript, why is there such a big fuss, everyone in the circle knows it... "
The body swayed, and quickly took the cup containing the hot milk tea away from the photocopy of the proofreading. Chu Li raised his head with a biscuit in his mouth in a daze, glanced at Xiaoniao's unpleasant little face from the corner of his eye, and Chu Li paused Next, vaguely said: "What's the matter?"
Lao Miao pointed to his computer screen: "Look at it?"
Chu Li stretched his neck to look, and found several Q dialog boxes opened on Lao Miao's desktop, each from a different artist—
[Cocoon was in a group of painters this afternoon, and I almost called out your editors of "Moonlight" magazine by name...]
[Old Miao, is the editor cocoon said one of your people? She is indeed drawing manuscripts for you recently, who is that editor, please do not cooperate with her in the future, and do not connect with her.]
[Cocoon is also pitiful, and I have emphasized many times that it has nothing to do with the publisher or the author. It is the editor who picks on her... What a feud, the artist is very hard, and the manuscript is rejected if it says no?]
[I'm scared when I look at it, who dares to ask her for a picture with such an editor? It always means that "the contract says that it must meet the requirements of commercial publishing", and the specifics of the so-called "commercial publishing requirements" are still up to everyone...]
[Is the editor from Yuanyue Club?]
Chuli crunched the biscuit in her mouth and swallowed it—a little dry, a little choked—she stared blankly at so many questions from other painters on the screen, with a blank expression on her face, and the old Miao I kept asking her "what's going on" and "what to do"...
Chu Li put down the cup holding the milk tea, and after thinking about it, he asked calmly, "We're sure we won't cooperate with Cocoon in the future, right?"
Lao Miao moved her lips, and before she could speak, Yu Yao said, "That's right, she offended Mrs. Xia because of the manuscript, and now she's spreading such rumors on the Internet—even though she emphasized that she was the editor. The problem is not with the publisher, but when people mentioned you, didn't they mean 'the editor of Yuanyue Society'... What's the difference?"
Chu Li looked back at Yu Yao.
Yu Yao felt her gaze while writing, raised his head and smiled at her: "This girl is not very smart."
Chu Li rolled up his sleeves and let out a "huh".
Under the calm face, there are thousands of grass and mud horses galloping in the chest.
—Since Madam Yu, you posted a letter of war on my forehead, then I just can’t accept the letter of challenge, right
Well, okay, fine.
Do you like tweeting
Wait for me to let you send enough.
The war is on.
…
Staring at Lao Miao with a resentful expression on his face, he closed all the dialog boxes that had been opened on purpose. Chu Li sat back in his seat. At four o'clock in the afternoon, she sat still and saw the head of a plague god flickering. Click on it, and a line of concise words jumped into the eyes——
[Hiu Chuan: Why are the cocoons torn so ugly? Some people gossip to me, what's going on.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: There is a problem with the coloring of the second cover. The dark complexion of the character's face may cause excessive ink absorption and look like a dead face. I asked her to change it and she didn't change it, so I had to let her go.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Did she come to you too?]
[Hikawa: Do you think she came or not?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Sorry.]
[Hikawa: What are you apologizing for?]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I didn't expect this to be troubled by you, so I apologize.]
[Hi Chuan: Look at your tone of aggrieved, you are choking your nose through the screen, if I really say I know my mistake, I can go home, why don't you put rat poison in my meal? Save it and don't act.]
[Hi Chuan: I'm here to remind you that the foot-washing maid has tens of millions of fans, and you can't handle her alone—are you thinking at this moment, you have more fans than her, so why don't you join the army and fight? So naive, I just played the role of a cold salted fish carcass in this matter.]
First ceremony: "..."
This situation—
In shoujo manga: The male protagonist leads tens of millions of fans to crush the vicious female supporting role to help the female protagonist clear her grievances. Afterwards, she smiled evilly at the female protagonist and said, don't be afraid of me.
In the display: The male protagonist shook his legs, blasphemy, and naive, I'm just a cold salted fish corpse.
Girlish? nonexistent.
[The sailor invited by the monkey: So why are you here, teacher?]
[Hi Chuan: Just remind you, don't lose both sides.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: She has a million fans of Yu Niangniang, and my Weibo is a zombie account that sells zombie fans, so here comes the problem, we two have a big fight, what good can she get from me? Originally, it was her fault that she didn't read the manuscript and was unwilling to correct it after tossing over there. Where did she have the courage to confront me head-on? I have screenshots of the chat records, but she dared not.]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: The big deal is that Yao announced to the outside world—we fired that editor...]
[The Sailor Invited by the Monkey: Then the editor "The Sailor Invited by the Monkey" disappeared, and the "Sailor Invited by the Banana" came online—with a change of vest, he is another hero.]
[Hikawa: . . . . .]
[Hikawa: I came to educate you, but now I am convinced by your evil.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I didn't think of this at first, but she insisted on opening Pandora's box, so just wait and see what surprises I can surprise her.]
After Chuli finished speaking, he closed the Q dialog box and asked Ah Xiang to discuss it: "Ah Xiang, we spent so much time and energy with Yu, and my class also worked hard, and it is unscientific to just reject the manuscript. I think we should still use this manuscript.”
Ah Xiang: "???"
Ah Xiang: "She is like this, you still want to pay her for the manuscript?"
Chu Li gestured for Ah Xiang to go back and wait for the news. As soon as the chair turned back to the computer, he opened Q, clicked on the portrait of Empress Cocoon, and typed with his fingers—
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Teacher, how are you preparing for the breach of contract fee, twice the deposit is 4,000 yuan. Please send the money to the designated bank account... If you are too lazy to go out, Alipay is fine, 1760** 669@qq.com , Remarks: Liquidated damages for "Luohe Shenshu".]
Then the cocoon exploded.
[Broken Cocoon: This money cannot be given to you—the clause of "conforming to commercial publishing standards" is not up to your publishers. I don't recognize this kind of regulations without a hard standard. I have drawn so many before. The commercial publication manuscript is fine, so why is it not in compliance with you? !
Great, see you in court, you may not be able to sue and win!
I think you just want to play the author! Or scam money!
How can there be any painters who dare to cooperate with you in the future!]
Chu Li looked at the series of words sent by Yu Niangniang, and the corners of his lips curled up: I knew you would say that, saying that "in line with commercial publishing standards" is untenable——
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Oh, that doesn't count, what about the non-disclosure agreement? Before the publication is officially announced, it is forbidden to disclose the full manuscript to any third party. Who do you send it to? You don’t know if it’s some friends in the circle, family members... Oh my god, there is also a peer publishing editor in the circle!]
[Broken cocoon: ... ... ... ... ...]
[Broken Cocoon: You are talking nonsense! I do not have!]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: You gave me those screenshots, and I saved them all. There is no way for me to spread rumors or slander you.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Either you pay the liquidated damages now, and then we, Yuanyue Club, will take the lead to sort out the affairs of the past few days, and focus on discussing the commercial draft before the official use. Do you have the right to disclose the full picture of the manuscript to third parties for their comments: especially to Party A's competitors.
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Either, let’s discuss the second plan, that is, I will not reject the manuscript, how should we drop it or how should we drop it, sign a supplementary regulation, and I will use your two pictures as a peripheral Poster - Of course, the price is not calculated according to the cover, but can only be calculated according to the peripheral business, that is, the price of the full manuscript is as much as the deposit.]
[Broken Cocoon: ... ... ... What did you say?]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: We invited the calligrapher's inscription for the cover of Mr. Richuan's "Luohe Divine Book". At that time, we will not only use your picture around the surrounding area, but also put the words on the cover. On your picture, then hollow out the middle to let the color of the picture show through the words to create a "transparent" effect, and then use the flowers and plants on your picture to make a decoration...but the picture will not use the whole picture.]
[Broken Cocoon: Then you don’t need to make all the covers for the pictures? ? ?]
[Broken Cocoon: Didn't even give the final payment? ? ?]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I also quite like the third option, as you mentioned just now: See you in court.]
[Broken Cocoon:...]
Cocoon fell into a corpse-like silence once again.
after! All the staff in the editorial department of "Moonlight" magazine found that they seemed to have inadvertently witnessed a battle without smoke—
From when Chu Li was questioned by Lao Miao, to when she sat down at her seat and typed for someone, she continued to stand there for ten minutes with a blank expression on her face after typing.
Ten minutes later, she fiddled with the mouse and received a new Q message.
Then she stood up and told Lao Miao to ask someone from the legal department to make a supplementary agreement on the original cover of "Luohe Divine Book", and to get the two finished manuscripts at the original deposit price, and then asked Yu Niangniang to continue. Cooperate with book promotion—
Another five minutes later.
Ah Xiang screamed, and was surprised to find such a cocooned new Weibo on the homepage of Weibo. It was a promotion about "Luohe Divine Book" that was forwarded from the official Weibo of "Moonlight" magazine, and it was accompanied by words—
[Butterfly from Cocoon: Looking forward to this cooperation! Don't make wild guesses, the partner mentioned in the morning is not Yuanyue Club, happy cooperation everyone!]
Those who understand the situation can read between the lines how embarrassing and grief-stricken Niang Niang felt when she gritted her teeth and typed this line with blood and tears in her eyes.
Ah Xiang: "..."
Turning his head, Ah Xiang looked at Chu Li, as if he was looking at a new species emerging in the editorial department—at this moment, Chu Li was picking up the landline, humming and poking the banana man on his desktop with his finger , while discussing with the legal department what to rewrite, what to stipulate, what to pay attention to in this supplementary agreement...
At the same time, Lao Miao received an overwhelming wave of apologies from painters on his Q, saying that he shouldn't have guessed the professionalism of the editors of Yuanyue Society in the morning, blah blah blah...
…
At night, when the lights are on.
After dinner, the man in City C took out his mobile phone, looked at Weibo, and then switched Q to open a dialog box where he had sent him more than a dozen messages at around 4:00 pm. The read messages in it were all by one person. Confidence—
[Broken: Great, your editor is targeting me. It's obviously not my fault but she keeps asking me to revise the draft, and even threatens to reject it if I don't revise it. I have worked hard for two or three days! Also stayed up late!]
[Brococoon: Da Da, you want to make the decision for me, and you also said that my picture is beautiful, so what's the problem!]
[Brococoon: I am an art student born in a serious Academy of Fine Arts. I have learned this entry-level professional knowledge about the use of light and shadow for almost half my life. Why should an amateur editor tell me that this is wrong and that is wrong!]
[Broken Cocoon: I sent it to the editors of other publishing houses and he said it was all right! ! !]
[Broken cocoon: Great, the editor of "Moonlight" magazine is too much, not only to reject the manuscript, but also ask me to pay liquidated damages on the grounds that I can't draw a qualified commercial manuscript and delay their work progress!]
[Pococoon: Did they deliberately delay until the contract was about to expire, then tell me that the manuscript was unqualified, and then blackmail liquidated damages!]
[Brococoon: QAQ, are you there? I really want to draw this manuscript for you. I didn’t expect the editor of "Moonlight" to be so troublesome...]
…
All of the above, more than a dozen, all in tears.
The man still did not reply a single word as when he received these messages a few hours ago, but quietly exited the dialog box and clicked on another monkey portrait—
[Hikawa: Is the matter resolved?]
A few seconds later, the other side replied in seconds—
[The sailors invited by the monkey: Justice must prevail.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I am cooking for Ergou, and I will add chicken breast tonight.]
"Tch." The man snorted, the corners of his lips curled up, and his brown pupils were full of indulgence.
Close the dialog box with the monkey, and reopen the dialog box called "Broken Cocoon", the man typed slowly—
[Hikawa: Ah, what's the matter! what happened! I didn't look at my phone in the afternoon! Why are you making a fuss? Don't quarrel, it's not good to affect the progress and peace, by the way, is it resolved now? !]
Sent.
Lock the screen of the phone and stuff it back into the pocket of the trousers.
He wasn't lying, he really spent the whole afternoon playing a salted fish corpse that couldn't speak and couldn't respond to being poked wildly, the kind that was so cold.
The author has something to say:
Hiukawa: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.