What Qin Guanglin said was not an exaggeration at all. When he arrived at the company every day, all kinds of things were piled up on the table.
There are more than 40 people in the company, and the business has increased many times than before. Except for those small series that are not very important, the rest of the major projects, large and small, have to go through his hands.
The door of the office has not been closed from morning to night, and if there is anything to do, you can come in just by knocking on the door twice.
Now it is not the same as the size of a dozen people at the beginning, and there is no such a relaxed and happy atmosphere. Although the benefits have not been reduced much, Chen Rui's sharing model has made everyone work hard, and every effort is equal. No one wants to relax.
The relaxation when there were more than a dozen people is mainly because there are not so many things to do, but now there are endless things to do.
Tuk tuk.
"Enter."
Qin Guanglin didn't raise his head, he put down the paintbrush after painting the remaining dots on his hand, and looked at Yu Le who was sitting opposite.
"Brother Lin, this series has come to an end, this is the last issue." Yu Le pushed over the materials in his hand, and showed Qin Guanglin a look.
"Oh, put it here."
"Um… "
Yu Le put the neatly stacked pile over, withdrew his hand and twisted twice on the chair, scratched his head but didn't leave.
"Is there anything else?" Qin Guanglin asked.
"Yes, a little."
"Tell me, there is nothing to hesitate."
Yu Le glanced at him, lowered his head again, pressed his fingers to the seam of his trousers, and said in a low voice, "Well... I want... to do the next painting by myself, like Brother Zhao."
Now he is still a half-assistant, helping two painters in the company. He feels that he is ready and wants to try to make a work independently.
Relying on a storyboard artist is not a long-term solution. His dream is not only to be able to draw characters and draw them beautifully, but he has to do it himself to learn faster.
"Huh?" Qin Guanglin tilted his head, and thought: "You are a little proficient in drawing now, but it is not enough. The messy things like storyboarding and character design are not as easy as you think... just follow them for a while .”
Yu Le was a little anxious when he heard his words, and said, "I can practice with something like Gray Mist!"
"you sure?"
"Well, yes." Yu Le nodded.
"Although you are only assisting them in their work now, those are the main products of the company. If you do it yourself..." Qin Guanglin knocked on the table and did not continue.
'Gray mist' is the company's low-end product, the kind used to fill up the inventory, and it can be regarded as occupying the novice market. It is basically used for free to attract popularity, there is no profit, and the artist naturally does not get much money.
Although Yu Le is just an assistant at the moment, he is assisting with the main projects of the company. Although it cannot reach the core level, the little bit of mosquito meat from the monthly profit is still a considerable income for Yu Le.
"Money is not important, I'm still in the learning stage." Yu Le recognized his status clearly.
If it wasn't for Chen Rui's intention to train him, he wouldn't be able to participate in the project that he just reported to Qin Guanglin, but now he actively wants to be in charge of those third-rate works that are popular, just to make up for his shortcomings and try to be an independent painter.
Qin Guanglin didn't say much after hearing this, just practice as much as you like, it just so happens that the company's low-end works are too few.
He pondered for a moment, then took out a stack of thick documents from the side, flipped through them a few times and pulled out a bound booklet, "That's it, work hard, ask Lao Zhao and the others if there is anything you don't understand .”
"Thank you Brother Lin!"
Seeing Yu Le walking out of the office happily, Qin Guanglin sat on the chair and rubbed his face.
It seems... At the beginning, I was like Yu Le. It doesn't matter how much money I earn now, the most important thing is to improve myself.
Since when did it change
He turned his head and didn't think about it, glanced at the drawing board next to him, picked up the pen and continued to draw the unfinished work.
…
weekend.
Why not go out shopping with the female book friend you met at the book signing, Qin Guanglin accompanied Qin Ma on the old street.
"You said you only shop and don't buy, what's the point?"
"It's not like buying Chinese cabbage, and moving everything home when you see it... Just like you are so impetuous, people will cheat you to death."
"I don't do this." Qin Guanglin squatted down and touched the broken bowl on the booth next to him, and said to Qin's mother, "It doesn't matter where it was used, it's still a bowl, and the bowl is for eating , You have a fart for moving back."
The stall owner squinted his eyes while sitting on the ponytail and said, "You can't say that, some people just like this."
"How much is your bowl?" Qin Guanglin asked casually.
"Twenty thousand and take it away."
"... Well, I think two hundred is enough."
"If you like it, pay for it. If you don't like it, don't argue with it. It's not for you." The stall owner waved away impatiently.
"Will the two hundred be sold?"
"You are funny... If you really want to, just take it for 800 yuan."
"Tch, eight hundred..." Qin Guanglin pressed against the crack on the bowl, "I see..."
Squeak.
He pushed down the edge of the old bowl.
Qin Guanglin was stunned, and the stall owner squinted his eyes and smiled, "Don't say anything, just pay."
"..."
After some bargaining, Qin Guanglin spent 500 yuan in a bad way, threw the bowl to Qin Ma, and made up his mind not to touch these crap anymore.
"Others handle it with care and care, but you insist on pressing the fart." Qin's mother was still talking, "What if it's really 20,000? Such an adult..."
"I didn't use any strength, so I just touched it. This must be a routine - don't drag me here next time, it will annoy you when you see it." Qin Guanglin pursed his lips in disgust.
If it was really 20,000, he wouldn't dare to pick it up. He only picked it up when he heard that 20,000 had become 800.
It's so fucking deceiving.
Fortunately, after spending five hundred yuan to kill Qin's mother, he forced him to go shopping in the old street. This wave is not a bad one.
"See if this is used by Cixi and the others. If it is, you can make up for it and sell it."
"It's a fart, this is a broken bowl."
The two of them lost their minds about shopping and walked back to the parking place. Qin Guanglin drove Qin's mother home, followed her into the living room, sat on the sofa and looked at Qin's mother furiously.
"What's the matter with you?" Seeing his appearance, Qin Ma knew that there was probably nothing good.
"Somewhat."
"Tell me, let me hear what you want to do."
"Well... Mom, sit down here." Qin Guanglin dragged Qin's mother to the sofa and sat down, then held the cup and poured her a cup of tea, then rubbed his hands and said: "That's... I think... Wait until the end of the year I want to borrow some money from you, how much do you have now? Report the number to me first, I have a little bottom in my heart."
Last year, he told Qin's mother that why not call her mother this year, but there is still no trace of it until now, and he thought he couldn't delay it.
We must get married next year.
"What are you borrowing money for?"
"Buy a house, see how much down payment I can make up by the end of the year, and then I will consider where to look for a house."
Qin Ma picked up the cup and took a sip of water, moistened her throat, looked at him and asked, "Tell me first, how much do you save?"
…
"You look good when you dress up. There must be many people chasing you. Why do you dress like this?"
"I just don't want to be chased."
"Why?" He Wu asked strangely, "If you don't want to, just refuse, don't you need to dress yourself up as a tomboy? You look tanned."
Gu Xiaoqing walked down the street with He Wu with his hands behind his back, swaying his body, and said with a smile: "I don't want to refuse, it's fine like this, I don't want to fall in love, it feels so troublesome... Sister He, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"That's great, he must love you very much, right?" After Gu Xiaoqing finished speaking, he shook his head, asked himself and replied, "You don't have to think about it, you must be very happy to write such a sweet book, otherwise, where did the material come from? Right?"
Why not smile, it's the default.
"Why don't you talk about it?"
"It's fine to look at other people, and I'll forget it. At my young and beautiful age, I shouldn't waste my time on stinky men."
Gu Xiaoqing raised her head and said: "Freedom—love is precious, and the price of freedom is even higher. I don't want someone to tie me down. If I can't talk about getting hurt, if I talk about it, I have to get married and have children. Thinking about it is terrible."
"So you like reading my books?"
"Yeah, while enjoying the happiness of being single, while experiencing the sweet love from the book, it's like having a conversation by yourself, it's perfect."
"Happy being single is because you haven't met the right person yet." He Wu shook his head, "When you meet the person who belongs to you, you will understand that it is really good to have someone by your side, and you can share everything together. joy and joy."
"Share all the troubles and pains together?" Gu Xiaoqing asked with a smile.
"No, digest all the troubles by yourself, and only share the happiness."
"Is this what love is like? I think you are fooling me and trying to trick me into falling in love."
"It depends on the person."
"Then what kind of person am I?" Gu Xiaoqing asked.
"You should be the kind. When others treat you well, you will try your best to treat him well, so I say that if you meet the right person, you will be happy." Why not look at her slightly, "I Are you right?"
"Uh...it seems to be." Gu Xiaoqing nodded, then said with a smile: "But I am a non-marriage advocate, alas... It's a pity that I am so shameless, such a peerless beauty ~ hahaha."
She raised her orchid finger and wiped it on her cheeks, then turned her hands behind her back and resumed bouncing, "Then who else is there, Sister He?"
"It's too much. For example, if your boyfriend treats you well, you will only feel that you are awesome. You never thought of treating him with the same attitude. This is just the opposite..."
The two talked and laughed together, walking on the streets of Los Angeles, the sunshine in September was not so hot, and patches of clouds were floating in the sky, blowing around with the wind.
Early autumn, slightly cool.
(end of this chapter)