Started as a comics editor

Chapter 31 Bad Mouth
"teacher……"

On the desk, the phone stopped vibrating and then started ringing again.

Still Ding Yillong.

But Ou Congquan still didn't notice.

And wait for the phone to stop vibrating for the second time.

Li Jiang found that Ou Congquan was still sitting there motionless, and finally couldn't help it and called out cautiously.

Ou Congquan came back to his senses, then looked up at his chief assistant and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something: "Did I..."

But when the words came to his lips, he seemed to remember something and closed his mouth again.

But Li Jiang, who had just sat in on the entire process, took a few deep breaths and mustered up the courage to ask, "Teacher, what happened before?"

"nothing."

Ou Congquan was unwilling to say anything more. He just shook his head and looked at the revised manuscript in his hand: "I just think that Editor Tang was right. In the final analysis, I just feel that I have been saved... The idea of ​​sudden enlightenment is really ridiculous. I was just saved by the editor I looked down upon at the beginning, or the editor I never looked up to. I just feel lucky to have survived.

I haven't changed from the beginning to the end. Even if time goes back to last week, my attitude probably won't change. I will still arrogantly tell her to get lost."

Li Jiang: "..."

That's not wrong.

Mr. Ou has always felt that the role of an editor is dispensable, otherwise he would not have specifically asked to avoid interference with independent creation when he was being poached.

In fact, the outrageous actions taken by the amateur editor assigned by Ding Yillong before only reinforced Ou Congquan's stereotype and made him even more impatient with the editor.

From the very beginning, he felt that editing was useless.

just.

Know it and know it.

Li Jiang didn't know how to respond at this moment. Should he respond...what the teacher said makes sense?

Then Li Jiang will probably tell others about his past job...

and.

That must have been in the past...

Li Jiang looked at the revised manuscript in Ou Congquan's hand.

From the very beginning... he had been holding tightly onto the revised manuscript given by the editor.

Fortunately, Ou Congquan was not looking for Li Jiang to chat, but was more like talking to himself, and didn't care about Li Jiang's reply at all.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head again and slowly flipped through the revised manuscript in his hand. His face, which looked particularly harsh due to the drooping corners of his mouth, showed a hint of apology: "I was so arrogant and proud that I was saved by someone, and I was also taught a lesson..."

"Ok?"

next to.

Li Jiang, who was still wondering how to respond, came to his senses.

"Nothing, go call the other assistants back."

Ou Congquan took a deep breath, then stood up from the sofa with the revised manuscript in hand. "I'll start preparing the storyboards for the next issue right away. I'll try to finish it before tomorrow and hand it over to...Editor Tang tomorrow."

"Uh, okay."

Li Jiang looked at Ou Congquan who suddenly cheered up and nodded in agreement.

Ou Congquan walked towards his workshop and added, "Also, please ask an aunt to clean the house."

"it is good."

Li Jiang agreed again, then watched Ou Congquan walk into the workshop before turning back to look at the door.

He could see that his boss had cheered up.

Not only did he cheer up, he also seemed to start reflecting on himself.

And all these changes were due to an editor.

Editor Tang...is really amazing.

Li Jiang thought of the young and beautiful girl, and her last expression as if she was looking at trash... His face suddenly turned red, and then he turned around abruptly as if to hide some thoughts and went to contact other assistants.

five minutes later.

After contacting other assistants and the cleaning lady, Li Jiang returned to the living room.

He was about to clear the teacup on the table, but while doing so, he saw his boss sitting at the desk in the workshop, looking over the revised manuscript very carefully.

You should have watched it just now, right?
So what exactly is written on it.

Li Jiang was curious when he saw this scene, but he didn't dare to ask. He could only watch the situation over there while holding up the cup.

……and many more.

call.

Li Jiang suddenly remembered something and was about to speak up to remind Ou Congquan.

But as soon as he looked up, he heard his cell phone ringing.

Li Jiang paused and looked towards the workshop where the bell rang. He found that Ou Congquan had noticed it this time and raised his head.

However, the moment he saw the caller... his face instantly darkened, and even from a distance, one could clearly feel his disgust.

…Looks like there’s no need to remind me.

Li Jiang saw this scene and said nothing more. He took the cup and went back to the kitchen.

Although Ou Congquan said he wanted to draw a storyboard... he was not in a hurry to start.

Because that revised draft not only connected with the existing plot, it even inspired him and gave him new ideas for the subsequent plot, especially the interesting setting of the malicious collective.

So he read it a second time, looking at it extra carefully.

However, the more he read the manuscript, the more uncomfortable he felt.

And just as he was immersed in it, that unpleasant feeling reached its peak.

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Although very unhappy.

But Ou Congquan still raised his head and took a look.

When he saw the name of the caller, he was stunned at first, and then... a strong feeling of disgust suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Because the caller’s name is Ding Yillong.

"..."

Ou Congquan looked at the caller's name, his face full of disgust and disdain.

He knew that Ding Yillong was an incompetent person.

Because the last editor assigned to Ding Yillong really made things difficult for him, and the fact that the editor just walked away and left him with such a mess really eroded his last bit of trust in the existence of editors.

He had always looked down on the editor-in-chief and had been fooling around with him most of the time, but he was still the editor-in-chief after all, so the two of them could barely get along.

But that was before!
Tang Yao's words just now and the revised manuscript in his hand made him understand one thing: editing is different from editing.

If it weren't for the amateur editor assigned by Ding Yilong...

If Ding Yilong hadn't felt that Tang Yao was disobedient and hadn't fanned the flames...

If it weren't for this idiot editor...

Even if most people know they are wrong, they will tend to believe that their mistakes are caused by others and that they are influenced by others.

now.

Ou Congquan is in this situation.

He looked at the caller's name on the phone screen and became furious.

After a long time.

He managed to calm down, reached out to pick up the phone, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear: "Hello?"

The tone was very stiff.

But Ding Yilong on the other end of the line didn't seem to hear. As soon as the call was connected, he couldn't wait to ask, "Teacher Ou? Why didn't you answer the phone just now? I'm Ding Yilong from the editorial department... I'm so sorry to bother you. Have you read this issue of the magazine? I'm really sorry for what happened. My editor, Tang Yao, has caused you trouble. I will replace the editor-in-chief who will be in contact with you as soon as possible. However, this incident has caused a big stir, which is completely unlike your style. I want to ask, has Tang Yao affected your creative thinking?
If so, please tell me..."

Ou Congquan listened to the voice coming from the other end of the phone and Ding Yillong's suggestive words, and instantly understood something.

His eyes widened gradually, and when he heard the words "change editor", he seemed to be stimulated. Without waiting for Ding Yilong to finish, he yelled, "Get the hell out!!!"

"...?"

Ding Yilong paused on the other end of the phone and fell silent for a moment. After a long while, his voice came back, with a look of surprise: "...Teacher? What did you say?"

"I said! Get the fuck out of here! It's your turn to be paralyzed! Did you hear me clearly?!"

Ou Congquan yelled even louder: "You want to shirk responsibility? You want the editor to take the blame? Go eat your fucking shit!!!"

Ding Yilong: “…………”

……

at the same time.

Tang Yao left Ou Congquan's home and had no idea what happened next.

She didn't care anymore.

Because her goal has been achieved.

She could see that her revised draft should have worked, and as long as nothing unexpected happened, Ou Congquan should draw according to the revised draft.

Of course, there is also the possibility that he is refusing to change for the sake of face.

But it doesn’t matter. When the time comes, we can just let Shang Tao contact the top management to put pressure on them... By then, even if Ou Congquan wants to save face, he will probably give in.

So this matter basically has nothing to do with her.

"Finally finished the last thing."

Tang Yao left the high-end apartment where Ou Congquan lived, walked to the side of the road, took a deep breath, and began to hail a taxi.

She is not going back to the company, but home!

Because the last link has been completed.

So next... all that's left is to draw the beginning of "Fate Zero".

After all, she was busy running around just to help "Fate Zero" take advantage of this high exposure.

This requires that all the preliminary steps are completed, the tricks are done, but the comics are not drawn. How embarrassing it is.

And... there really isn't much time left.

(End of this chapter)