After the Chinese New Year, Qin Guanglin got into the gym again.
It was absolutely impossible to go, but after the new year, I gained a few pounds, which has begun to affect the piling. This cannot be tolerated, no matter how happy the symbol is, it must be lost.
The coach was still the same coach as before, but he didn't recognize his old students, and he let out a surprise when he exchanged WeChat with Qin Guanglin.
"Is it possible for me to get down to one hundred and thirteen?"
Qin Guanglin felt a little sad when he touched the flesh on his stomach. Teacher He hasn't cried for a long time.
Time is not forgiving.
"That's enough, I think it's one hundred and fifty-six in the sky-in theory, it's just a theory, most people can't stick to it." The coach secretly wiped his sweat.
"...It's okay, let's start first, don't take pity on me."
Fatty Qin began to work hard for his own happiness, and the first thing he did when he got home every day was to gesture with the weighing scale.
Why not go to and from work leisurely, the traces left by the years are not reflected on her body, but she also started to make facial masks to prevent her from aging too quickly.
Life is a process of tossing yourself, and you can't always be idle.
"Did anyone hook up with you at the gym?"
He Wei, who was laying on the sofa with his feet up and applying the mask, heard the sound of the door, looked up, and asked Qin Guanglin who had returned from exercising.
"Hook up, I used to be so handsome, but now only my daughter can see me..."
"Sweaty all over, hurry up and take a shower, don't hug her as soon as you come back."
"I took a shower when I came back."
Qin Guanglin begged and hugged his daughter and pushed He Wu aside, leaned on the sofa and watched TV with his daughter in his arms.
"Don't worry, I'm tired now..."
"Just make trouble."
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The night scene of Los Angeles is bustling and bustling, the lights are connected together, and the neon lights are colorful, radiating the vitality of the city.
In the other corner of the city, on the 27th floor, the living room is empty, only a kitten is lying lazily on the sofa, the lights are bright, Chen Rui stands alone by the window and looks into the distance, feeling a sense of loneliness for no reason .
Entrepreneurship faces not only customers, but also peers—especially in a mature industry, you can’t go far with a passion.
A faint sigh came out of his mouth. After a long time, Chen Rui collected his mind and returned to the computer to continue working.
May.
The weather was starting to get a little dry, and on a sunny weekend, Chen Rui invited Qin Guanglin out to discuss company matters.
Although he has been away for two years, Qin Guanglin is still one of the main artists of the company. The popularity of the two comics has always been high, and Chen Rui will consult him for any comic matters.
"You are so free, invite me out for tea?"
"There is something important."
There was a look of worry in Chen Rui's eyebrows, and he didn't joke with him. If it wasn't for the fact that things were really difficult, he wouldn't have asked Qin Guanglin to come out.
"Those channels we cooperated with before, the contract will expire next month, and the contract will not be renewed."
"Huh?" Qin Guanglin was puzzled, "Why didn't you continue?"
"The family stopped."
"… Then what?"
"Then..." Chen Rui looked at him and paused, "Did you not understand what this means?"
"What does it mean?" Qin Guanglin asked.
He really didn't expect this to have any impact for a while, so if he doesn't continue, he won't continue...
"Your income is reduced."
Chen Rui looked at him, "More than 20% of your previous income came from various channels. Now that the cooperation with them has been terminated, not only the channel income has decreased, but the exposure has also decreased..."
"Uh... quite a lot." Qin Guanglin scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Why did it stop all of a sudden?"
"Didn't I remind you a long time ago..." Chen Rui sighed, "Now we are alone and helpless, this is just the beginning, and we don't know what's waiting for us."
Although the platform itself has a certain popularity, it is still not enough. It is just in the developing period. Once the income drops sharply, it will be difficult for him to recruit the top-level painters. Walk.
This is the difficulty of small companies. Even if all resources are allocated to one person, it is not as good as the casual exposure of large companies. It is difficult to gather popularity, let alone income.
"The company is going to close down?" Qin Guanglin asked, why didn't he really open his mouth
"..."
Chen Rui choked for a moment, and waved his hands angrily, "Can you hope for better? I was thinking about my bankruptcy at the beginning... Forget it, you don't understand."
He sighed, and said: "I'm calling you out to let me know in advance, don't lose money when the time comes - but you should make enough money, right? The physical sales alone are enough to be happy, and your wife is a great writer." ... tsk tsk."
It used to be a small studio, and no one cared about how it operated. Now the platform has become a microclimate, and some people can't sit still... No one will allow him to share the meat with the painters.
It’s just in the middle of development, and at this time, being messed with at this time, the virtuous circle is abruptly broken. It may not show anything in the short term, but it will be difficult to get ahead in the long run, not to mention what will happen in the future. Not impossible.
It was only a while ago that Chen Rui realized his predicament: immediate benefits are trivial matters, and when his platform really grows, he will use absolute treatment to poach the corners of the entire industry, which is terrible.
There are only two choices in front of him, becoming a Dashen Nursing Home, huddling in a corner to get some soup from the comics market, or waiting to be suppressed or acquired.
After telling Qin Guanglin all this, Qin Guanglin was speechless. This is not something he can mix with as a painter. Even if his fame is doubled, it will be useless—the only possible help is to help Chen Rui hang up when he collapses. tone.
"Your company has no future." Qin Guanglin smacked his lips and shook his head.
"It's too late. If it was estimated that it could have been killed in the early years, it is almost monopolized now... It is too difficult to change the dynasty."
Chen Rui sighed, wishing he could have been born twenty years earlier.
"Anyway, you're quite conscientious. The one who contacted me last time offered me conditions later on. I asked someone I knew. Guess what?"
"Um?"
"There is a clause like this. They have the right to change my comics. When I don't want to draw, I can find someone to draw for me under my name..." Qin Guanglin looked speechless, "It's too fresh."
"It was like this a long time ago, and you still don't know much about it." Chen Rui smiled, paused, and said, "Did you ask specifically?"
"Ah...haha, just to get acquainted, don't worry, I will definitely stay with you." Qin Guanglin laughed.
If it's over here, he will always have to live, no matter how upset he has to find a place to bow his head to eat.
"Don't worry, as long as you can hold on, I'll stay with you. My daughter is growing up day by day, and the sequel hasn't been drawn yet."
"With your words, I feel relieved."
Chen Rui nodded, clenched his fist and swung it hard, "Fuck them!"
"Are you confident?" Qin Guanglin asked.
"Of course not, how big is he, pinching me is like pinching a grasshopper."
"Then why are you jumping around?"
"I have to jump twice, I can't admit it so easily."
Chen Rui turned his head and looked out of the window, the sunlight shone on his face through the window bars, forming distinct light and shadow.
"Success doesn't have to be my fault. As long as I make the head start, there will always be someone like me who will stand up behind me."
"Like Yu Le?" Qin Guanglin's eyes suddenly flashed Yu Le's frantic eyes.
"Yes, like him, and there are more people like him."
(end of this chapter)