Another World Under My Pen

"...So, you spent more than one million to ask someone to help you paint?"

After listening to Sun Peng's talk about the manuscript fee set with the two girls, Zheng Jia widened his eyes and asked dumbfounded.

"Yes indeed!"

Recalling the expressions of the two girls at that time, Sun Peng smiled and nodded and said: "The two girls are very interesting. They called me last night and said they can see the model next weekend. Tsk tsk, just a little more than a week. They can draw ten pages, and they can do it!"

Children's picture books are not comic books. Ten full-color pages are a lot of work.

Especially Sun Peng's requirements are relatively high. They make one sheet a day on average and it's very good. It must be able to do so quickly because they work overtime.

"But you can't do it yourself? That's more than one million!"

Seeing Sun Peng's nonchalant expression, Zheng Jia suddenly became a little heartbroken. The police income in the capital is not low, even if she just graduated, she has more than 10,000 a month, and almost 200,000 a year. As for my brother Zheng Shun’s words, it’s more than 30,000 or 40,000 a month. It’s okay to feed a family of three, but it’s compared to two girls...

But seeing Sun Peng's foolish eyes, Zheng Jia knew immediately that he had said something wrong.

"Sister, that's not the calculation."

Smacking his lips, Sun Peng shook his head and said, "It sounds like I paid more than a million, but have you ever thought about it? Let’s not say that the quality of my own paintings is far worse than others, but how long it will take to paint them all. One year is definitely not enough, I don’t have that level... and what if I write novels this year?"

"Oh……"

Hearing what Sun Peng said, Zheng Jia suddenly understood.

This guy's two sets of novels will be printed once for tens of millions of royalties. A year's time is enough for him to write two! With such a calculation, it seems that more than one million is not a big deal.

"And for them, half a year is actually very stressful."

Seeing Zheng Jia seemingly enlightened, Sun Peng continued with a smile: "So in order to save more time, they have to hire an assistant to help with coloring, which also costs money; in addition, my requirements are so high. It means that they have to work overtime almost every day for half a year. With this calculation, how much do you think is more than one million? Well, all the hard money earned..."

"Puff!"

Seeing Sun Peng's serious look, Zheng Jia couldn't help but laugh. The two make more than one million a year or hard money? So what are we little policemen who are bitter?

But remembering what Sun Peng said just now, Zheng Jia immediately blinked and asked: "By the way, when will your new book start to be written? I have read all three books here again. ...I want to read a new book!"

"New book..."

Zheng Jia spoiled it infrequently. Sun Peng's body was crisp, and he quickly smiled and said: "Quickly, quickly, I'm almost finished thinking about it, and I will start writing at the beginning of next month at the latest!"

"Hmph, are you planning to finish carving this **** at the end of the year again?"

Hearing what Sun Peng said, Zheng Jia immediately guessed his thoughts. I started to write a new book in early December. It must be the mind that was released at the beginning of the year. Then I think that it seems to be a little more than five thousand updates every day...

"Huh? You guessed it? So smart!"

He smiled, Sun Peng did not deny it either. He is indeed making such a plan. He finished writing a divine sculpture in half a year, and then opened the next book, which happened to be a perfect connection... And for a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, the last day of the end of the year, the new year How about opening a new book on the first day? !

"There is more than a month left!"

Thinking that there is still a long time to read, Zheng Jia couldn't help but gambled. Now she is so obsessed with martial arts, she has read the first three books several times...

"Huh, right!"

Suddenly remembering something, Zheng Jia hurriedly asked: "Where is the trailer for the new book? If you haven't conceived this yet, when can the trailer be made? Is it too late?"

"trailer?"

Sun Peng's stunned expression immediately gave Zheng Jia a bad feeling. He opened his mouth and asked, "Hey, hey, you didn't... forgot to make the trailer, did you?"

"Ahem!"

...This is embarrassing.

There have been so many things recently, where does Sun Peng remember the trailer? And now is not when Xiao Ao and Shen Diao were just released, the title of martial arts novels is not strong enough, half a year has passed, and today's martial arts novels have entered the room on the top of the book, and have a firm foothold!

Every month now, the **** sculpture can bring millions of manuscript fees to Sun Peng.

If you add the ever-increasing collections and the ever-increasing Swordsman Rivers and Lakes, maybe the price of the manuscript can be worth two million in the month when the book is finished! Under this circumstance, Sun Peng naturally can't think of the trailer—it's no longer needed!

But looking at Zheng Jia's unbelievable expression, Sun Peng suddenly understood one thing!

"Oh, it's all my own sin!"

With a long sigh, Sun Peng's entire face became bitter.

Looking at Zheng Jia’s expression, you can infer the thoughts of other readers—you did the trailer for the first two books, but you didn’t make the fourth one? What do you mean? We have been looking forward to it for half a year, did you tell us? Does it inflate when you make more money? Don't care about us die-hard fans?

Just make up for it, and Sun Peng will naturally have a headache!

After confirming that Sun Peng had indeed forgotten to do it, Zheng Jia quickly began to give him an idea: "Or, let's start now? It's a little more than a month. It should be enough to make something simpler?"

"The problem is, I don't have time!"

The expression on his face became more and more bitter, and Sun Peng said helplessly: "It's not impossible to do a good job in one month, but you can't simply throw it to the group of people to do it. I have to stare at it. But... the end of the year is coming soon. Now, the decoration of the old house has entered the final stage of soft decoration. I will go to see it the next day; the eldest sister’s wedding is coming soon. I am going to practice singing four or five times a week, and I have to practice with the band... …The most important thing is that I will accompany you to play basketball on weekends, accompany you to the orphanage, go to the movies, eat...Where can I spare time?"

"So, there is still my fault?"

With a pair of big eyes puffed up, Zheng Jia's expression instantly turned a little bad.

"Tsk, how can it be!"

Shaking his head hurriedly, Sun Peng said solemnly: "I just want to say, if you give up playing basketball with you because of the trailer, and go to the orphanage, movie theater and dinner with you, you can't do it!"

"...It's almost the same!"

Zheng Jia nodded in satisfaction and took back the small hand that had reached Sun Peng's waist.

However, after thinking about it, Zheng Jia became worried again: "But what should I do? You made the trailer before. This time I guess the readers are looking forward to it as much as I do. If you don't do it...or else, you shoot Diao’s updates have been reduced a bit, will it delay the time?"

"That won't work. After finishing the book on the last day of the end of the year, I can't change it!"

Without even thinking about it, Sun Peng rejected the proposal. How perfect is the rhythm of a book in half a year, how can you give up just because of a trailer? Doesn't conform to aesthetics!

"Then...it can only be fooled, just like the trailer for Xiaoao Jianghu!"

Spreading her hands, Zheng Jia gave the last method she could think of: "If you can write another song for the new book, it can be about the same level as Canghai's laughter, I think the readers should also be satisfied?" .

Compared with the huge investment of hundreds of thousands of the Condor Heroes, the trailer of Swordsman is extremely simple. It is a song plus some static pictures. It can be said that the entire trailer is supported by a laugh from the sea. .

"Hi... is about the same level as Canghai's laugh?"

After listening to this suggestion, Sun Peng not only had a headache, but his teeth started to hurt.

How simple is that, can you find one for me to try?

In martial arts songs on the earth, Cang Hai’s laugh is almost at the peak level, and the lonely shadow of heaven and earth in the trailer of the **** sculpture is also a good thing. Where can Sun Peng find a song of the same level at a time?

"This is just digging a hole and burying myself!"

Even after he stopped, Sun Peng could only frown and ponder: "The trailer seems to have to be done, but it can't be made more complicated, and there must be a song... or readers. Definitely not! The question is to choose which song? How to do it? It must be simpler..."

"what?"

"What's wrong? Did you think of a way?"

Hearing Sun Peng's voice, Zheng Jia's eyes lit up.

"Um... Almost!"

The more I pondered the method I just thought of, the more I found it feasible, Sun Peng's eyes gradually brightened, and he clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha, we don't have enough time to do it simply, just make a song, and make a few pictures. !"

"Uh... isn't it the same as Xiaoao? It's boring."

After listening to Sun Peng's words, Zheng Jia suddenly pouted.

"Hey, how could it be the same?"

With a grin, Sun Peng smiled mysteriously: "Swordsman was not famous at that time. It was just a trailer to attract attention. Now my novels are almost one million collections, and what everyone expects is naturally different. I'll show you how to use the simplest trailer to make them look forward to it. It's not much worse than that of the **** carving..."

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