Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

Since arriving at Gu Bingxin's residence, Jiang Weimin began to seriously learn sketching techniques from Gu Bingxin.

During these two months, he devoted himself to painting and made continuous progress.

Finally, under the patient guidance of Gu Bingxin, he successfully completed the comic strip "Special Forces - Beacon Tai'an".

This time's drawing is obviously more perfect than previous works, from lines to layout.

During the painting process, Jiang Weimin demonstrated in detail to Gu Bingxin and Gu Ziyi the unique charm of storyboards and slow motion in the comic strip "Special Forces - Tai'an in Flames" and the strong stimulation to readers' senses.

However, this method of painting currently has certain limitations, although it can greatly enhance the appeal of the plot.

But it cannot fully demonstrate the artistic quality of the work, and such a painting method will inevitably be rejected by many masters.

Therefore, in order to truly realize its value, it is necessary to encourage painters to learn and apply it through publishing houses in the later stage.

When Jiang Weimin completed this work, the person who was most happy was Sun Jianxun.

Because he couldn't wait to read the entire comic book before it was officially published.

In the few days before leaving, Gu Ziyi took Jiang Weimin on a large-scale shopping trip and bought various gifts to take home for his family.

Just when Jiang Weimin was thinking about how to bring these things home, Zhang Jianhua appeared again, and he had already bought a second-class ticket back to Qingdao!

Originally Jiang Weimin was worried that it would be inconvenient for him to carry so many packages, but he didn't expect that Song Wenqing had already considered it carefully and specially arranged for Zhang Jianhua to come and help.

Seeing this scene, Gu Ziyi couldn't help but feel envious, because he had only seen such courtesy from his father, Gu Bingxin.

"Junior brother, your publishing house is so good to you!"

Jiang Weimin smiled and replied: "Brother, as long as you gain a foothold in your animation department, you will be able to enjoy the same treatment in the future.

Maybe then we will have the opportunity to cooperate again."

Hearing this, Gu Ziyi asked curiously: "What cooperation opportunity?"

Jiang Weimin's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he said, "Of course I want you to make my work into a cartoon!"

Gu Ziyi immediately perked up and said quickly, "That day will come. Then we two brothers will make the best cartoon."

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had already seen a bright prospect for future cooperation.

Afterwards, Jiang Weimin said goodbye to Gu Bingxin's family and left Gu's house with heavy gifts.

Just a few days after Jiang Weimin left, Gu Bingxin's youngest daughter, Gu Mengya, came home from school on holiday and said, "Dad, I heard you accepted a little disciple."

Gu Bingxin looked at his little daughter with a doting look on his face. "Yes, she is a person with ideas, actions, and talent."

"What about him? I want to see him."

"Wei Min just left and went back to Qingdao."

"Dad, isn't he your disciple? Why isn't he studying beside you?"

"He has more important things to do!"

"What's important?"

"You'll know later. It's useless to talk too much since we haven't done it yet."

"Hmph. Dad, I feel like you only like your little apprentice now and not me."

"My favorite is Mengya. Although Weimin is my disciple, we are more like comrades on the road of comic strips."

Jiang Weimin and Zhang Jianhua boarded the passenger ship from Qingdao to Shanghai. This time, Jiang Weimin and Zhang Jianhua were in the same cabin, and it was Zhang Jianhua who took the initiative to buy meals and pack things.

After two nights and one day, Jiang Weimin finally returned to Qingdao at 5 am.

After leaving the bus station, the car from Qingdao Publishing House was already waiting to pick up Jiang Weimin and Zhang Jianhua.

Jiang Weimin first went back to his uncle Antai's house to put down his things and the gifts he bought for his uncle's family, and then took a car to Qingdao Publishing House.

"Teacher Jiang, look there"

Jiang Weimin looked in the direction of Zhang Jianhua's finger and saw a group of workers working busily.

"Brother Zhang, this can't be the residential building of our publishing house!"

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, the construction started a month ago and it will be completed in another year."

"It's so fast." In modern society, it would take a long time just to go through the formalities, let alone building a house.

When he arrived at the publishing house, Jiang Weimin first went to the editor's office, distributed the gifts he brought to everyone, and then handed the draft to Liu Shuo.

"Uncle Liu, has Brother Tianshui finished painting "Police Dog Attack - Invisible Man"? "

"It's finished, but I feel like the details are a little off. Take some time to go over and take a look and give him some pointers."

"Okay, I'll go over and help out this afternoon. Uncle Liu, I'll go check on President Song first."

"Go ahead! Let me review your work first."

Jiang Weimin then came to Song Wenqing's office

"Uncle Song, you are busy. I came back and brought you a gift."

Song Wenqing took the gift and said, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back! What have you gained from going to Shanghai?"

"Uncle Song, I have gained a lot. I have made great progress in learning painting at Teacher Gu's house in the past two months. The painting level of my latest work is much better than before."

"Progress is a good thing. Two great things have happened in our publishing house in the two months since you left."

"I know that Uncle Song is building a residential building. Brother Zhang told me about it when we passed by on our way back. What's the other thing?"

"Also, our new printing equipment has been debugged and can start printing.

Our publishing house can now print up to 100 million copies per month, so you can draw with confidence. No matter how many you draw, our publishing house can publish it as soon as possible!"

"That's great, Uncle Song. I'm still feeling guilty about asking you to help arrange the urgent publication of the comic book last time, which caused chaos in the publishing house's printing!"

"It's my duty to help you!"

"Uncle Song, I went to Shanghai these past two months and thought of two things that could help our publishing house make money. Can you help me see if they are feasible?"

When Song Wenqing heard Jiang Weimin say this, he immediately became alert and said, "Xiao Jiang, please tell me quickly."

"Uncle Song, I've said it. If I'm wrong, please correct me."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and tell me."

"My first idea was storytelling."

"storytelling?"

“Yes, Uncle Song, I want to adapt my work into a storytelling book.

Firstly, it can encourage more people to buy our comic books, and secondly, the recorded storytelling can be sold to radio stations in various counties.

Assuming that a storytelling can be sold for 500 yuan, there were more than 2000 counties in the country before (in the 70s).

As long as there is half a county, the purchase is 50, and most of it is pure profit.

It is impossible for a storytelling master to record only one work a year! If he records seven or eight works a year, his profit can reach 300 million. "

Song Wenqing immediately became excited. "So many?"

"It may be more than that. 500 yuan is just the approximate price I mentioned. The final price will definitely be based on the length of the movie."

“But there doesn’t seem to be a master storyteller in Qingdao!”

"Uncle Song, I asked my master in Shanghai to find out about the storytelling master Shan Tianfang.

Teacher Shan Tianfang has not yet been rehabilitated in Anshan. Our publishing house would be able to help him get rehabilitated.

And recruit him to our publishing house. It will definitely not be a problem for our publishing house to surpass Shandong Publishing House in the future."