Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

An Jie had just hung up the phone when Jiang Defu and Ding Jiqun came back together after get off work.

"Comrade An Jie, please cook some delicious dishes today and take out my Wuliangye. We are in a good mood today so Lao Ding and I will have some. By the way, is Wei Min at home?" Jiang Defu said loudly when he saw An Jie in the living room as soon as he entered the door.

"I'm drawing for someone. I don't know what happened recently, but more and more people are looking for Wei Min to draw for them. I'm quite busy now after school."

"The comic strip drawn by Wei Min is about to be published. The editor from Qingdao Publishing House called Lao Ding this afternoon." Jiang Defu's face was filled with pride and joy.

"I just hung up the phone. Editor Liu from Qingdao Publishing House has already told me about this." An Jie also looked excited.

"This time, the publication of Wei Min's comic strip was entirely thanks to Lao Ding's help in making the arrangements. I have to thank him today. I'll ask the children to invite the four people to come over for dinner later."

"I have to thank Brother Ding very much. I will go get some wine first, and then make two delicious dishes."

Ding Jiqun waved his hands quickly: "It's all my duty. It's mainly because Wei Min's paintings are so good. I'm still thinking about the stories behind Wei Min's paintings. I just helped build a bridge in the process."

At this time, Jiang Dehua heard Ding Jiqun's voice and walked out happily from the kitchen.

"Brother Ding is here. Why didn't you tell me this morning that Brother Ding was coming over for dinner? If I had known, I would have cooked a few more dishes." After saying that, he glared at Jiang Defu.

When Jiang Defu heard Jiang Dehua's words, his tone became impatient: "It's not too late to do it now, hurry up and do it!"

Jiang Dehua saw that Jiang Defu looked unhappy, so he turned around and went back into the kitchen without saying anything.

An Jie looked at Jiang Defu with a smile on his face, then stood up to get the wine.

Jiang Dehua walked into the kitchen in a hurry and started to work. She was in a particularly good mood as she hummed a little tune while cutting vegetables.

At dinner time, Jiang Weimin returned home with his drawing board and Jiang Yafei. He has recently found that more and more people come to him to paint.

Many people came to him with photos and asked him to draw their portraits. He was curious about where they found so many picture books.

Then Jiang Yafei told Jiang Weimin that all the picture books on the island had been collected by you and were difficult to find, so everyone wrote letters to ask people outside the island to help collect them.

They used Jiang Weimin's first edition paintings to entice their relatives and friends to help find comic books, and they exchanged the comic books found by their relatives and friends for Jiang Weimin's fine paintings.

Jiang Weimin couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that when you are poor, you have to adapt! This business has even expanded beyond the island. The power of the masses is really amazing!"

After Jiang Weimin returned home, An Jie excitedly told him that his work could be published and was rated as level two, and he could get 8 yuan in royalties for each painting.

Jiang Weimin was very excited after hearing this.

Jiang Weimin found that his decision was indeed correct. Although his painting skills were not so good, he could still stand out in this era with the help of the plot, and he could also hone his painting skills.

After all, he has a 50-year head start and has watched countless TV shows and movies.

Any of these novels adapted into comic strips would be enough to shock people of this era. In terms of plot, I have an absolute innate advantage.

The family sat together for dinner, the table was filled with delicious food, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Suddenly, Anjie remembered something.

"Wei Min, the editor called and said he wanted to ask you to draw an article. He hopes you can finish the second volume of Police Dog Attack as soon as possible."

"Okay, Mom, I'll start composing the picture in the next two days."

Jiang Weimin couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that I even have an agent."

"Wei Min, you have finished your second volume of paintings. You must show me the drafts first. I am particularly interested in the stories behind your paintings."

"Okay, Uncle Ding, I'll ask my dad to bring the draft to you once it's finished. Thank you for helping me contact the publishing house."

Jiang Defu on the side smiled from ear to ear, "Wei Min, paint well. Our Jiang family doesn't lack soldiers, but a painter."

"Don't worry, Dad. I will try my best."

Jiang Defu was still smiling when he went to bed. He sat beside the bed with a drunken look on his face.

"Our Jiang family is really talented! Anjie, thank you for raising such an outstanding child for our Jiang family."

Seeing Jiang Defu so happy, An Jie patted Jiang Defu's hand gently, and the two of them snuggled up to each other.

"You said that Wei Min's royalties are more than my annual salary."

"Who says it's not? It's higher than my three-month salary. Wei Min has only been painting for two months! His salary level is higher than mine, the commander. Otherwise, everyone would want to be a painter!"

"Do you think anyone can be a painter? It depends on talent. Wei Min can only be considered a comic book artist now. He is still far from being a real painter."

"Painter, just because you can draw comic strips doesn't mean you can be a painter."

"It's not that easy. Okay, stop thinking about it and go to sleep!"

"I'm a little too excited to sleep!"

"Then I'll get you another glass of wine," Anjie's face turned red.

"Okay, go ahead!" Jiang Defu patted An Jie.

"Hate!"