This is the ninth art

Chapter 31 Cultural Celebration Opening!
Although she knew that what Tang Wangyue said was hard-hearted.

But a pretty little girl stared at you in shock, her thin red lips lifted in surprise and said 'Wow!You are so hard! 'This kind of words...

It is indeed easy to make people daydream.

"I'll design the frame first, and you can draw illustrations after you get ready." Putting away his erratic thoughts, Chu Jun paused and said, "Mochizuki, what's your bank card number?"

As the current tool-maker for the Queen, Tang Wangyue has done his best in helping him make game illustrations.

Taking the girl's longing and admiration as the driving force, I always feel that my conscience and morals are deeply disturbed.

Or give money to make my conscience a little more at ease.

"Will Uncle pay me a salary?" Tang Wangyue's sense of smell is very keen, and when Chu Jun spoke, she immediately smiled and said.

"Well, according to the current art price on the market, I will give you an increase of 50% as a bonus." Chu Jun pondered and said.

Although he now has more than 2000 million in his pocket, he is fully capable of paying Tang Wangyue more.

But once too much money is given, it will inevitably change the taste.

And no matter how you look at it, this little girl looks like a person who is not short of money. From the bag she brought to the pajamas she is wearing now, everything is exquisitely crafted and reveals a sense of luxury.

Mr. Chu can only distinguish a few brands from them, and as far as he knows these brands, each of them has reached more than five figures...

For this kind of little rich woman with a well-to-do family, Mr. Chu knew it with his toes.

It's impossible for this little girl to be covered in expensive big-brand goods mixed with high-quality and cheap ones from street stalls.

At this time, it feels a little humiliating to give too much money.

Although this kind of humiliation... Chu Jun once dreamed of it, wishing that his boss would humiliate him crazily by throwing huge bonuses on his head every day.

"However, according to what we said before, doesn't giving the money mean that the uncle is going to prostitute me?" Tang Wangyue blinked her eyes, and the amber pupils shone with an unknown luster: "Uncle, you are playing really fancy, Going to prostitute an underage girl."

The pretty goose egg has a sly face, a flirt, and a bit of innocence and innocence.

These kinds of irrelevant expressions appeared on Tang Wangyue's face at the same time, but there was no contradiction at all.

Chu Jun knew very well that he was definitely no match for this six or seven-year-old girl in front of him when it came to molesting people.

Simply shut up and concentrate on game design.

Tang Wangyue was not idle during this period, she dug out the laptop and digital tablet from the suitcase, and began to make the first art design according to the direction Chu Jun had drawn.

Time passes gradually.

In the middle of the night, Chu Jun finished constructing the frame of the first game to be displayed, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Puzzle games are usually small games with smaller overall memory and simpler frameworks.

Glancing to the side, Tang Wangyue was still concentrating on typing on the keyboard.

When this little guy is serious, he doesn't make any noise, but his quiet appearance makes him even more cute.Like a well-behaved little girl next door who has been playing since she was a child.

Aw, we played together since childhood.

I was a little curious about which step she had completed, so I moved closer to her.

A sweet and refreshing body fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and Chu Jun found that Tang Wangyue had completed the preliminary sketch early, perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing himself who was concentrating on designing the game, he kept silent.

Now she is concentrating on opening the coding software and typing quickly. Judging from the general content of the article, it seems that she is writing a novel.

"You still write this?" Chu Jun was a little surprised.

Tang Wangyue, who had written into the fan, realized that Chu Jun was approaching, her face was slightly flushed, and she hurriedly stretched out her slender fingers to cover the screen.

"Whatever, just write whatever you want, uncle, don't read it..."

Ouch, are you blushing?
Human beings are curious creatures, the more they are not allowed to see, the more curious Chu Jun will be.

He said obediently to make me healthy, and his eyes passed through Tang Wangyue's fingers.

"What I'm writing is just some comic book fans..." Knowing that she couldn't hide it, Tang Wangyue hurriedly explained.

Seeing her face getting redder and redder, Chu Jun became more and more strange.

Aren't American comics quite serious?
There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Could it be the kind of subject matter where there is no one to rely on or one person to rely on?

Chu Jun's expression changed after he saw the scattered words between the scallion-white jade fingers.

The heart was shocked beyond measure.

Why would someone use a light-hearted style of writing to write about American comics...

A Chinese person writes Meiman doujin in a Japanese translation accent...

Is there anything weirder than this in the world...

Especially Chu Jun, who watched some of the conversations, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

[Batman: Souga, Superman, so you can bleed too]
[Hey, Mr. Wayne, don't let you bear everything else, we are partners, the first to let go of things like fetters will lose, right? ]
[For a long time, the back view of Batman... I like it the most! ]
"Pfft!!!" Chu Jun's face was swollen like a car bag, and it was difficult to hold back his laughter.

What kind of fairy writing is this...

Weird, look again.

Tang Wangyue at the side was already so ashamed, her pretty face was almost bleeding, she clenched her fists and said sharply.

"Annoyed, annoyed, I'm so annoyed!! I can't even post it if I read it myself!! Uncle, you are too much!!"

It's rare to see Tang Wangyue get angry once, but Chu Jun wants to laugh even more...

Angry and anxious, Tang Wangyue said loudly: "Stop laughing! I forced you to watch it!!"

The voice fell, and the two looked at each other.

There was an eerie silence in the house.

"I'm going to bed first!" Tang Wangyue's expression remained the same, as if she didn't realize that she had said something wrong.

Angrily holding the notebook and turning around, after returning to the room, he confirmed that Chu Jun hadn't followed.

Then he leaned his back against the door and panted heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The amber pupils trembled slightly, and the delicate face became more and more bright red.

"It seems that... said something terrible..." She stretched out her hand to caress her hot face, her eyes were full of panic.

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The Cultural Festival is an annual special festival in Ganghwa City.

As a city with one of the best economic developments in China, people's spiritual entertainment culture shines here.

All kinds of distinctive cultural experience halls are lined up in the city, and countless well-known domestic musicians and dancers have also come out of this city.

The annual cultural celebration not only represents the display of cultural elements of the authorities.

It also has a development direction that connects the past and the future.

Review the classic works of the past year, and then present the excellent new works to the public on this traffic stage.

Outstanding cultural works that have stood out in previous cultural celebrations can even be supported by the city's three-day traffic promotion.

It can be said that with the support of such high-intensity traffic, any work can quickly become popular, and various interests visible to the naked eye are overwhelming.

There are many unknown practitioners who became famous on this stage and became rich overnight, which added a bit of legend to the cultural celebration.

Since it was first held ten years ago, the cultural festival has gained more and more attention.

From the beginning, only people in the city would go to watch the event, and later, many people from surrounding cities came from afar for the cultural celebration.

Later, the surrounding cities competed to imitate.

Until last year, the cultural celebration debuted on the live broadcast platform for the first time, which attracted widespread attention from many young people, and the popularity of the live broadcast once exceeded [-] million.

It's like a small Spring Festival Gala on a local TV station.

"I can only send you here. The special channel for contestants requires a qualification certificate to enter. Don't lose it." Early on Saturday morning, Tang Yunan drove Chu Jun to the gate of the city exhibition hall. stop before.

Pointing to the "Exclusive Passage for Contestants" hanging on the left side of the gate

"Xie Tang Dong, I was supposed to be resting on Saturday, so I woke up early to pick me up." Chu Jun said with a smile.

"Being able to represent the company to qualify for the cultural celebration, everyone in the company should thank you. This is not only beneficial to the company's development, but also fuels the flames of the entire game industry." Tang Yunan responded with a serious expression. .

Chu Jun couldn't help sighing softly in his heart.

Tang Yunan is impeccable in terms of appearance and figure, but due to her workaholic personality, she lacks a bit of femininity and affinity.

Even today, Saturday, she didn't change into casual clothes, she was still wearing a silver-white professional suit.

Although I am not qualified to comment on other people's choices.

It's just a bit of a pity.

"Then I'll go first." Chu Jun unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car.

He heard Tang Yunan calling out to him from behind.

Chu Jun turned his head in surprise, but it was rare to see a trace of hesitation flashing across Tang Yunan's face.

After meeting Chu Jun's eyes, he quickly turned to the front and whispered.

"Mochizuki...she hasn't said anything to you these days."

The nervous expression disappeared in a flash, but it was still captured by Chu Jun.

Yes, yes, that's the expression.

This kind of expression is more like a woman who is close in front of her eyes and can truly feel her existence, rather than a domineering female boss.

It turns out that this chick also has expressions other than cold.

It's especially pleasing to the eye when it's not cold.

"No, I'm also actively working with her. After this cultural celebration, she promised me that I would go home."

"Well, I got it." It's a pity that Tang Yunan's embarrassed expression only lasted for a while, and then quickly switched back to the female boss mode: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chu."

"...You're welcome." Chu Jun smiled helplessly as he looked at the car driving away with the gas pedal.

Snapped.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

Chu Jun turned his head to the left and saw no one.

When turning his head to the right, a soft finger touched his right cheek, bent slightly and then straightened vigorously, bouncing Chu Jun's face back to the front.

The Viet Cong probed his delicate face in the next moment: "That old woman is gone?"

"How can anyone describe his own sister like that..." Chu Jun squinted at Tang Wangyue who was looking left and right.

"The 27-year-old has never even been in a relationship, and she only cares about her career every day. She is not an old woman." Tang Wangyueqiong's nose twitched, moaning disdainfully.

It seems that the conflict between the two sisters is still going on, although Tang Wangyue never once mentioned the reason for the conflict with Chu Jun.

"So you're brave?"

"Of course, I'm ten years younger than her, but I've already experienced a sweet love! It's love, not secret love!" Tang Wangyue emphasized with her hands on her hips.

"A classmate from school?" Chu Jun asked unexpectedly.

Judging from Tang Wangyue's excellent qualifications, the one who is worthy of her must be a male student with excellent development in all aspects.

Tang Wangyue didn't speak, but looked at Chu Jun with a thief and laughed.

When she laughed until Chu Jun was puzzled, she stood on tiptoe and poked Chu Jun's nose with her hand.

"Uncle is really a master at pretending to be confused."

"... Me?" Only then did Chu Jun realize that Tang Wangyue was talking about herself.

Immediately, a pair of dead fish eyes appeared.

"How many times have I told you that you are admiring, not liking. What you like is my work, you know? It seems that I also like Michael Jackson. According to your logic, am I gay?"

"No, I like your people. By the way, I like the work, can't I?"

"Yes, yes, what you said is correct." Chu Jun sighed, and didn't even want to argue with Tang Wangyue.

This big fart little girl can't tell what is emotional liking and what is admiring liking.

Although he could have used Tang Wangyue's ignorance and ignorance to deceive her, even if something happened, he could do it at his fingertips.

But some people are not human, so you have to be yourself.

Chu Jun really can't do such a thing as deceiving the feelings of an underage girl.

Moreover, I am definitely not a lolicon.

"Go ahead and report." Looking at the endless stream of people at the gate of the city exhibition hall, Chu Jun led Tang Wangyue into the contestants' small gate on the left.

Come to the work counter dedicated to registering for the competition, fill in the information, and submit the works to be exhibited for review.

After passing the review, Mr. Chu got the entry code.

"Game 003, does it mean that we are the third player to appear in the game exhibition?" Tang Wangyue leaned over with a small head, looking at the small card in Chu Jun's hand.

As the chief painter of Chu Jun's upcoming new game, she was included in the game team members and was also qualified for admission.

"Should." Chu Jun nodded, and suddenly heard a voice from beside him.

"You are Mr. Chu Jun from Tianqi Company, right? It's a pleasure to meet you, we are also game authors for this competition." Chu Jun turned his head and looked.

A small team of 002 or [-] people walked towards us holding the code card of the game [-]. The leader was a bald middle-aged man with a warm and polite smile on his face.

It looks like the hairstyle of a strong man.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand in two or three steps, shook Chu Jun slightly, and said with a smile.

"I'm Zheng Gaoqiu, the director of Xuefeng Games."

The game team behind Zheng Gaoqiu also nodded and smiled slightly at Chu Jun.

"Cui Jing, the person in charge of the independent studio under Sanhua Games." Another woman then reached out her hand.

The two companies Xuefeng and Sanhua are well-known in the industry. Although they are not as good as the top domestic Nine Tours, Wangnan, Penguin, etc., they have firmly grasped the game development direction in the middle of the industry.

Over the years, I have also accumulated some die-hard fans, and successfully won the other two game exhibitors in this cultural celebration.

"The "King of Fighters 97" and "Plants vs. Zombies" independently developed by Mr. Chu are quite famous in the circle. My youngest son has been fond of Plants vs. Zombies for the past few days. Every day when he comes home from get off work, he plays this game. Games." Zheng Gaoqiu smiled kindly.

"On the way here, I heard passers-by discussing the game Plants vs. Zombies." Cui Jing also answered with a smile.

Mr. Chu is not hostile to his peers. This group of people who are working hard for the development of the game industry is also worthy of respect.

While standing in the hall with the two of them, there was a sudden commotion at the scene.

There was an obvious enveloping movement of the crowd, and the nearby security personnel also approached the door one after another.

The screams of many people can be heard vaguely.

"Ahh! Zhang Xuanqi!!! I love you!!!"

"Wife!! My wife is looking at me!!"

"Even if you watch it at such a close distance, the goddess Qiqi is as beautiful as she is amazing. The tickets for today's cultural celebration are worth it!"

"At first, I was scolding scalpers and old dogs. A ticket for a cultural celebration would cost thousands of dollars, but the moment Xuan Qi appeared, everything was worth it!!"

"Wildfire Girl! I can't help myself!!"

Chu Jun turned his head in surprise, and found several fashionable young girls walking in from the free entrance of the city exhibition hall under the protection of security personnel, surrounded by many crowds like a tide.

The girl who led the way at the front was wearing a dark black toad mirror, smiling and waving to the fans around her.

It's just that when he turned his head and walked towards the contestant area, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a face full of disgust.

"How can these people be like locusts and can't be shaken off? They just want to participate in a low-key competition. It's disgusting. Especially the smell of sweat mixed with them, I almost passed out when they surrounded me."

"Miss Xuanqi, this is a negligence in our work. We should evacuate the crowd in advance. I am very sorry for the bad experience you have brought." He nodded and bowed vigorously in apology.

Even Tang Wangyue couldn't bear to watch this scene anymore, she frowned and muttered in a low voice.

"Virtue... It's not enough to go through the special passage for contestants. You have to go in through the gate, and you blame the fans for being too close. Why can this kind of idol become popular?"

"I don't understand." Little Xiong spread his hands out of Chu Jun's helplessness.

In my memory, Zhang Xuanqi didn't exist in the original world, and she belonged to the C position of the girl group that has become popular in this world in the past two years.

The men's and women's team audition shows that have exploded in recent years were originally a means of operating and making money by capitalizing on gods and people, and then frantically harvesting fans.

Many male and female idols in power even have only junior high school education, and their quality is average.

There are hardly any works that can be sold, and they are loved by thousands of fan circle fans only because of their good looks.

It is purer than the scenery of Litang, at a glance () ()

Not long after, several women's groups headed by Zhang Xuanqi walked towards the contestant area surrounded by security personnel.

The fans behind were blocked from the exhibition hall, and could only watch their idol go away from afar.

Cui Jing looked at Zhang Xuanqi who was getting closer and closer, and felt a little excited. This was the first time she saw a star.

"This cultural celebration actually invited Zhang Xuanqi? I only saw it online before, but this is the first time I saw it offline..."

Zheng Gaoqiu pouted: "I heard that the Municipal Bureau of Culture invited her to participate in the competition. The Bureau of Culture wants to use her name to publicize the influence of the cultural festival on the Internet, so as to facilitate the recruitment of talented people to settle in Jianghua City. She also needs culture. Celebrating this kind of more formal award is to justify one's name and bet on the mouths of black fans. So the two hit it off."

"It is estimated that once the Wildfire Girls come out, the No.1 of the cultural festival may not have anything to do with others."

"It doesn't have much influence on our game industry. Anyway, we just show our faces and go through the motions. First, we dare not even think about this kind of thing." Cui Jing smiled wryly, and looked not far away: "They It seems to be coming, since everyone is a contestant, it shouldn't be too much for me to ask for an autograph, hehe."

After the words fell, Zhang Xuanqi and several members of the girl group had already walked towards this side.

Cui Jing went up to meet her and put on a smiling face.

"Miss Zhang Xuanqi, I have admired your name for a long time, and I am also a contestant in this cultural celebration."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuanqi paused slightly, and took off the sunglasses on her face.The members of the girl group behind them also paused.

To her, fans are just a group of ordinary people who have never seen the world, they are of no value, not worth mentioning.

But he is also a contestant, and he is also a leader in various industries, maybe he can use it in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuanqi raised her lipstick-covered lips and smiled politely: "Hello, which cultural region are you a contestant?"

"Game." Cui Jing smiled lightly, and was about to reach out to shake it.

Zhang Xuanqi paused slightly in mid-air with the hand she had just drawn out.

His expression suddenly became indifferent.

Withdrew his hand directly, turned his head and left.

Cui Jing's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, with a smile on her face showing some confusion and embarrassment, she watched Zhang Xuanqi go away.

Although Cui Jing is also an adult, she never thought that the world of adults would be so real, without any affection at all.

For Zhang Xuanqi, there is room for cooperation in any cultural field.

But the game doesn't.

　The move is complete, and normal updates resume.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)