Hong Kong Comic Master

"Hello, is Yihe Publishing House here?"

After resigning from Yulang International, He Zhiwen rushed to Yihe Printing Factory in Yau Ma Tei without stopping.

Recalling the painting that his grandfather told him the day before yesterday, He Zhiwen felt very uneasy.

"Wansui is recruiting assistants. How much do you think you can learn from him?"

How much? Of course it's all!

This opportunity to learn from a master is not available to everyone!

You know, the training of technicians in the comics industry in Hong Kong is still based on the master-apprentice system, and there is no professional school for you to learn.

Just like this, He Zhiwen, who was feeling uneasy, met someone asking for directions just after arriving at the door of the printing factory.

He Zhiwen looked at the man who was wearing glasses, thin, and about the same age as himself, and even his temperament was somewhat similar.

"It should be here, who are you?"

"Hello, my name is Ma Rongcheng, should it? You are not here to apply for the position of Wansui teacher's assistant, are you?"

The man's painting made He Zhiwen's heart tremble. He didn't expect that he would meet a competitor.

"Yes, my name is He Zhiwen, shall we go in together?"

"Okay!"

When the two shook hands, the smell of gunpowder in the air unconsciously increased a little. Although the two still smiled, the collision of their eyes could spark sparks.

"Grandpa!"

When He Zhiwen walked into the gate of the printing factory, he saw Uncle He at first sight.

"Grandpa?"

But He Zhiwen's call of grandpa made Ma Rongcheng's heart tremble. Damn, this guy is still a relative?

Miscalculated!

Ma Rongcheng, who has loved painting since childhood, is only 15 years old this year, and has only been an assistant at "Xibao" for a year.

Some time ago, after seeing the "Death God" comics, he was immediately impressed by its unique painting style. Two days ago, his teacher asked him if he was willing to change a good teacher.

At first, Ma Rongcheng refused, thinking it was a test from the teacher. However, when he learned that it was the teacher Wansui who drew "Death" who was recruiting assistants, he was immediately moved.

He believed that in front of such a powerful teacher, he could grow rapidly.

However, the conversation between He Zhiwen and He Bo at this time made Ma Rongcheng's heart sink to the bottom.

This has been decided internally, what else do I need to do?

"Awen! Is it done?"

"Mr. Huang has agreed this morning!"

"That's good, who are you?"

"He Bo, I'm Ma Rongcheng, introduced by Teacher Yang!"

Hearing He Bo asking him, Ma Rongcheng hurriedly stepped forward to introduce himself.

"Oh, you are the Ma Zai introduced by Ah Yang, hello!"

"He Lao, what are you doing?"

At this time, Li Chongjun also noticed what happened here with He Bo, and came to the side of several people.

"Mr. Li, let me introduce you. This is my grandson, He Zhiwen. This is Ma Zai, Ma... Rongcheng? Didn't Nianzai want two assistants? So I found two for him!"

When Uncle He said Wannian was looking for two assistants, He Zhiwen and Ma Rongcheng actually looked at each other at the same time, and they were relieved.

Finally, they didn't have to worry about being rejected.

"Oh, Mr. He, you are so thoughtful. You found them in just a few days? But you also know that the assistants still have to be decided by Nianzai!"

"Of course, I just introduced people to him. As for whether to use them or not, he has to decide personally!"

After these words came out, He Zhiwen and Ma Rongcheng's hearts, which had just settled down, were lifted up again. It turned out that this was the first stage of the interview!

"Well, Nianzai should be in the studio now, you take them there! I can't leave here!"

"Okay, I went there yesterday, you can just work with peace of mind!"

Hearing that he could meet the teacher Wansui whom he had been thinking about, Ma Rongcheng was so excited.

Walking on the way to the studio, Ma Rongcheng seemed to be on a pilgrimage.

The studio was only a 20-minute walk from the printing factory, and soon they arrived outside the studio.

"Ding Dong!"

After pressing the doorbell for a while, the door opened from the inside, and a gangster-like man pushed open the door.

"What? Could this guy be the Wansui teacher?"

Almost instantly, Ma Rongcheng felt his heart broken. How could the sacred Wansui teacher in his mind be a gangster?

"Shanzi, why are you here?"

This time it was He Bo's turn to be surprised.

That's right, this person was not Li Wannian, but his second brother Li Wanshan.

"Haven't you been helping Nianzi move from yesterday to today? Are you looking for Nianzi? Come in!"

Li Wanshan said, sideways, and made way.

Passing by Li Wanshan, Ma Rongcheng couldn't help but look at Li Wanshan more, but because he was afraid of the gangsters, he only dared to look at him more.

For some reason, his hands hurt when he saw the gangsters.

But after learning that Li Wanshui was a mover, he felt relieved.

I said, how could Wansui teacher be a gangster?

Ma Rongcheng walked into the living room and greedily admired everything around him.

Because the whole room was just arranged this morning, everything looked messy.

The workbench that had just been arranged, the tools that had not been unpacked, and several empty bookshelves placed around.

Is this Wansui teacher's studio? Is this where he created such an excellent comic book "Bleach"?

Why does this place look like it has not been used yet?

"Nianzi, are you busy?"

"Uncle He? Wait, I'll be out soon!"

Because he didn't see Li Wannian in the living room, Uncle He shouted, and Li Wannian's voice came from the bathroom.

With a "splash" of water, the bathroom door opened and Li Wannian walked out.

During the second time, Ma Rongcheng and He Zhiwen held their breath and stared at the bathroom door, wanting to see what Wannian looked like.

However, when they saw Li Wannian, who was thin and looked like a child, their hearts collapsed instantly.

"He he he he..."

At this time, Ma Rongcheng's CPU was obviously burned, and the whole person actually crashed.

Compared to Ma Rongcheng's loss of composure, He Zhiwen was obviously much better, because he knew that Li Wannian was only 13 years old.

But when he really saw Li Wannian's appearance, he was still deeply surprised.

Isn't this too young?

At the age of 15, I was just an assistant at the bottom of Yulang Company, but Li Wannian, who was two years younger than me, could draw works that surpassed the entire Yulang Company.

How could the difference in people be so big?

"What's the matter, Uncle He?"

"Didn't you say you were short of assistants? I found two for you. Come and meet them. It's up to you whether you can stay!"

Then, Uncle He pointed at the two people and said to them, "Please introduce yourselves!"

"My name is He Zhiwen. I used to work as a comic assistant at Yulang Company. I'm 15 years old this year. Please give me your advice!"

"I, I, I... My name is Ma Rongcheng. I'm 16 years old this year. I used to work as an assistant at "Xi Bao". Are you really Teacher Wansui?"

Ma Rongcheng, who came back to his senses, couldn't help asking what was in his mind after introducing himself.