Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 118 Luck After 40 Years Old

"Hello, Vice President!"

"You are……"

"I am Mao Quejiu."

"Ah? Welcome, welcome, please come in!"

One took the middle-aged uncle into the vice president's office.

"Please sit down! What would you like to drink?"

"Plain water is fine."

"I kept you waiting, let's start talking about business. I read your masterpiece last night, and it really is extraordinary!"

"Where is it, writer who hit the street, I'm laughing at you."

The middle-aged uncle was a little embarrassed.

"Humility, we don't look at the data, we mainly look at the writing style and narrative style. I wonder if Writer Mao has come into contact with figures before?"

"I was born as a figurine."

"Oh? This is great!"

As soon as you respect each other and look at the other party, your attitude becomes more respectful.

Xiao Fu came over with water.

Drinking coffee alone, the middle-aged uncle felt that the plain water was a bit tasteless.

"Xiao Fu, pour a cup of coffee for the great writer."

Seeing the middle-aged uncle smacking his tongue, Yi Zun realized that his coffee was too fragrant, which affected him.

"It's like this. We are going to participate in the Hong Kong Animation and Toys Fair next month. We have developed a series of products by ourselves, and we are going to conceive a story to make our figures have an intrinsic connection. Therefore, we need a writer to do this project."

"Develop it yourself? Attend the Hong Kong Toy Fair? Either your company has deep pockets or you want to put all your eggs in one basket. I think it's the latter."

Writer Mao spoke slowly.

He held the coffee cup in his hand and never put it down.

"As expected, we are experts! Even if we put all our efforts, we will hit the mark with one hit! Writer Mao, please follow me."

One stood up.

Writer Mao quickly drank the coffee in the cup.

Wipe the corners of your mouth with a tissue as you walk.

Drink too fast.

In the internal meeting, one showed the artwork and introduced it at the same time.

Writer Mao watched intently without saying a word.

He held an outline of the story in his hand, browsed through it, and he understood it by heart.

I was a little surprised in my heart, I didn't expect that this young vice president had only been out for three months.

Didn't expect it to be so similar to my own experience.

"Master Mao, after reading the materials, what do you think?"

One changed his name.

"Just call me uncle. To be blunt, this outline needs to be overthrown and restarted."

Uncle Mao likes to be straightforward.

"Oh?"

"Your outline is like the assembly line of a factory. Although there is nothing wrong with step by step, it is too plain. We pay attention to three golden chapters when writing web articles, and I think it is also suitable for the stories of your works."

Uncle Mao talked eloquently, and habitually took out a pack of cigarettes with his left hand.

No smoking in meeting rooms.

Smoking is prohibited throughout the company.

"Uncle, please come back to the office with me to discuss this in detail."

Just stand up and go.

The uncle had no choice but to put away his cigarette case and follow behind.

"Xiao Fu, hurry up and ask the shop below to deliver a good cigarette."

Let's talk about each other, and take the "master" into his studio.

In the studio, "Kanglong Yougui" has almost been completed.

"Sure enough, it's a figure genius!"

The uncle looked at it quietly, and couldn't help but praise.

"Uncle used to be a clay prototype maker?"

asked one.

Being praised by the uncle, he felt a sense of pride in his heart.

After all, uncle is an expert.

"I've been doing it for more than ten years."

The uncle said calmly.

"Then please advise."

Izun said sincerely.

"Mao has not made figures for many years, and the works of geniuses do not need to listen to other people's opinions."

The uncle said calmly.

"Uh!"

Yi Zun had to look at the master with admiration again.

The language is amazing, it really is the style of a master!
Xiao Fu was carrying two cups of coffee and a cigarette on the tray.

She put down her things and walked out of the room with an empty tray, very puzzled in her heart, because one never smoked.

"Uncle, let's smoke this cigarette!"

A cigarette was pushed in front of Uncle Mao.

The Bobcat brand cigarettes costing 1000 yuan each made Uncle Mao swallow his saliva.

"Thank you! Give me an hour, I will sort out the outline, and let your works be exhibited according to my outline, which will definitely attract customers."

Uncle doesn't smoke anymore.

He knows the company rules.

Sitting opposite each other on a desk in a studio, the master started working after taking out his broken mobile phone.

One smiles and makes his own work.

In his heart, he had a natural intimacy with this uncle.

Seeing the uncle's right index finger keep clicking on the screen of the mobile phone, like a butterfly fluttering, makes people dazzled.

Is this how writers write these days?
"Okay, I'll send you the manuscript."

Not an hour, the uncle raised his head and said.

One turned on the phone and clicked on the document.

Outline of "The King of Figures".

Introduction to the first volume...

Volume Two...

There are five volumes in total, and the eloquence is close to [-] words.

Yi Zun took a deep breath, is this the speed of the devil's typing?
What's more, this is not typing, this is creation.

Looking at the content again, it denied the setting of putting the duel with Thanos at the end of the finale, but put it at the front.

Volume 1Chapter [-].

"This is called head start."

The uncle said calmly.

Then, he explained his idea to a statue in detail.

Well-founded and well-organized.

One nodded after listening.

So he said:
"Uncle's literary talent is so amazing, it seems that we are lucky to have you join us."

"join in?"

Uncle doesn't quite understand.

"In this way, I hope you can become an employee of Weimei Company. Not only can you realize value in this batch of hand-made copywriting, but in the future, our company will also have a lot of copywriting ideas that need you to create."

One said.

"Thank you! I'm a book writer, and I'm used to freedom. I don't like staying here and being controlled."

The uncle shook his head and said.

"I won't make you feel restricted. I know you like to smoke and have your own schedule. It doesn't matter. You don't have to clock in and work. It's the same when you work elsewhere."

Said enthusiastically.

"Is there such a good thing? However, my novel is being serialized. I must first complete the coding task before I can deal with your affairs."

Uncle made a condition.

"No problem. Just mention any conditions!"

One said.

"Nothing."

The uncle rubbed his hands and said.

He is satisfied.

"I plan to hire you as a creative consultant for Weimei Company. The base salary is temporarily 1 yuan, and the commission is calculated separately. Board and lodging are included, five insurances and one housing fund. What do you think, uncle?"

One said.

"Click"

The uncle almost fell to the ground.

"thanks!"

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, picked up the glasses in time, and sat up straight.

Touch your hair and maintain a "master" demeanor.

"Now, I'll take you to the HR department to go through the entry procedures."

One said with a smile.

Walking out of Weimei Company and Tairan Industry and Trade Park, the uncle panted desperately.

Trembling, he tore open the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Haha! This is not a dream!"

Amidst the smog, the sun that saw the sky seemed to smile at him.

Then he took the Weimei company access control card hanging around his neck and "appreciated" it repeatedly, and the uncle muttered to himself:
"The fortune teller said that I will be lucky after the age of 40, I'm not lying to you!"

(End of this chapter)