After careful observation for a long time, when the white hair fell off naturally in June, Qin Guanglin searched for it for a long time but could not find it.
I don't know where it fell.
Half a year has passed since the end of the manga, and he hasn't written any more. He plays with his daughter at home or goes out every day. The rocking car at the entrance of the supermarket is almost covered by little Anya. love this thing.
He also tried to feel it—it had no other meaning, he just wanted to understand his daughter's fun, but it creaked as soon as he sat on it, which made Qin Guanglin stand up quickly in fright, but luckily he didn't actually sit down.
Otherwise, if an uncle in his thirties broke the rocking chair in front of his supermarket, he might still be on the news.
It is true.
"My father's father is called grandpa, and my father's mother is called grandma~"
The sun was shining brightly, and the heat wave outside was overwhelming. Qin Guanglin couldn't resist his daughter, so he took her downstairs to sit on a coin-operated chair, while he stood aside and took a short video for her.
Find out why not, send.
"Your daughter is addicted to this game."
He Wu is at school watching students taking exams. As an invigilator, his job is to sit on the podium with a cup of tea and scan the surroundings with sharp eyes—very sharp for students.
Taking out her phone to check Qin Guanglin's news, she pouted and typed.
"Your daughter."
There is no air-conditioning in the classroom, only a few squeaky electric fans hanging above the head, blowing hot air, those who are good at learning are sweating and writing hard, while those who are poor at learning will only scratch their ears and cheeks with sweat on their foreheads, why not touch their mobile phones while watching Chance quickly craned his neck to take a sneak peek.
Snapped!
A piece of chalk landed precisely on the student's desk stretching his neck, why not put down the phone with a straight face, the guy was immediately honest.
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"Do you want to eat ice cream? I'll bring it to you after you finish class."
Qin Guanglin's news came again, why not think about it for a while and reject it, and then continue to repeat the action of throwing chalk ends.
…
Qin Guanglin ate ice cream and loaded up his mobile phone. He didn't want to give it away in such a hot day.
Taking another bite, he suddenly felt someone staring at him eagerly. He lowered his head, and little Anya's saliva was about to flow out.
"This is shit, oh, oh, it stinks." Qin Guanglin made a hard-to-swallow expression, grinning and acting with Anya.
The stomach of a four-year-old child is not well developed, so no matter how hot it is, it cannot be fed to her.
"Then why do you eat it so often?" Anya was not so easy to fool, she blinked and stared at the ice cream in his hand, rocking chairs were not so fun anymore.
"Because you want to sit here. Once you are happy, dad will eat shit once. Oh, it stinks."
There is nothing wrong with this reason. I don’t turn on the air conditioner at home and run out to get hot, so I have to eat an ice cream to cool down.
Qin Guanglin ate happily with a wrinkled face, turned his back to continue eating after fooling Anya.
Maybe you can consider buying one and put it at home for her to play enough... But it's too noisy, and I don't know if it's fun if it's muted.
"Dad, I want to eat shit too."
After struggling for a long time, Anya couldn't bear the temptation, drooling and begging to share.
"..."
"I'll just take a sip, okay?"
"... What did you say you want to eat?"
Qin Guanglin rolled his eyes, took out his phone and started recording a short video again.
hum...
Why not keep the phone vibrating in your pocket, take it out and turn down the volume to see the message from Qin Guanglin, in which the daughter is shouting that shit is delicious, and she immediately touches her forehead.
Men are really not suitable for bringing babies.
…
In front of the supermarket.
"Okay, I can't eat it."
Qin Guanglin carefully peeled off the outer layer of chocolate, gave his daughter a taste, wiped her mouth, and the phone rang.
I thought it might as well be calling, but I picked it up to take a look, but found that it was a string of unsaved numbers, which still looked familiar.
"Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Qin, this is Penguin Kuaiman, I have contacted you before..."
They did contact them, and they called several times during the two months after the manga ended. They wanted to find a place to chat, but Qin Guanglin declined them all.
This time there was still no result, after a few polite chats, Qin Guanglin put down his phone and fell into deep thought.
Logically speaking, on such a big platform, well-known masters basically cooperate with them. They shouldn't be so enthusiastic about him, a painter who is a little famous, and call him repeatedly to communicate.
It's fine once or twice, Qin Guanglin doesn't think he deserves such a persevering person—even if he becomes more famous, this kind of treatment is too much.
Obviously something is wrong.
Turning around to refill his daughter's rocking car, he looked into the distance and thought for a while, then found out Chen Rui's phone and dialed it, and briefly explained the matter.
There was a long silence.
"They're going to make a big move." Chen Rui said.
"What?"
"In the past six months, they have acquired several small companies. There are not many small platforms like ours left, and the famous ones have become Penguin."
Qin Guanglin was silent. Although he didn't quite understand the twists and turns, he could still understand such an obvious thing.
After annexation, it is to expand the market, and once the Big Mac expands, the space of other companies will inevitably be compressed.
"Is the situation so tense now?"
"It's more nervous than you can imagine." Chen Rui smiled wryly, "We are different from other families. Others can still cooperate with them, but we can only compete with them."
"so… "
Qin Guanglin faintly understood, Chen Rui knew that he would confront it, so it must know it too.
The drunken man's intention is not to drink.
Sure enough, Chen Rui's next words confirmed his conjecture, "Poaching you is not the purpose, the purpose is to poach the roots of our company..."
As long as Qin Guanglin and the others can leave, it doesn't matter whether there are any works in the future or whether the works will become popular. In other words, it's fine to dig Qin Guanglin to rest.
It doesn't matter where Qin Guanglin goes to work, as long as he leaves Chen Rui's company, their goal will be achieved.
"Let me just say, a lukewarm painter like me is not worth their phone calls..." He shook his head after thinking about it, almost drifting away.
"Half-warmness is for them, and for me, you are carrying the big banner."
"Isn't there still fun? His Western Fantasy comics have become a big hit, and I think they are going to surpass the peak of "Wife"."
"Luck, the original book has a lot of fans, mainly due to the light of the original book. He doesn't have many fans himself, unlike you." Chen Rui couldn't help sighing, "Original, the important thing is original, we have a lot of stories, and the copyright was cheap back then I left a lot when I wrote it, there is no shortage of good stories, what is lacking is a cohesive author like you."
Qin Guanglin shrugged his shoulders and glanced at his giggling daughter, "If you want me to tell you, stop jumping, buy it for them, and stay at home as a full-time painter, find someone to marry, and have a daughter to sit with her." Rocking chair, how nice."
"It's already forty, let's get married."
"Hey, don't tell me, isn't there an expert who said that in today's society, the best thing for a woman in her twenties is to marry a man in her forties, and a man in his twenties will fight until he is forty, and then marry a man in his twenties? Year-old woman, hahaha..." Qin Guanglin laughed, "A wealthy and talented uncle like you is the most popular, and it would be nice to marry a twenty-year-old."
"Crap..."
Chen Rui clicked his tongue, "When I am forty-nine, I will marry a twenty-nine."
"When you're forty-nine, you'll be a grandpa."
(end of this chapter)