Chapter 99 (1/2)

”How can that be?” Xie Feiyan replied immediately. ”The hard to read Sutra is first-class. Thanks to your song, our development process has been much smoother, but the work linkage skin still needs the authorization of the publishing house.”

”Go and talk.” Simon Qing didn't say much. In short, he urged Xie Feiyan to buy the copyright. If this is done, it will be another considerable income.

After the conversation, XiMenqing continued to search for private letters. ”Blue and white porcelain” became so popular that various invitations for business cooperation poured in.

Unfortunately, she has sold this song. The buyer is willing to let her release it. It's good for others to buy it. As for other business cooperation, she can only reluctantly refuse.

”Alas, it's really Wang fried. Now think about it, I'll definitely sell 100000 yuan at a loss.” XiMenqing didn't regret it. The long-term income of this song is definitely more than 100000, but far water can't stop near thirst. All she wants is a quick sum of money. When next month, she can become a rich woman by relying on royalties. At that time, money won't mean much to her.

After the pressure of life suddenly relaxed, XiMenqing began to pursue spiritual enjoyment. She was fed up with simple moving and felt like writing texts from memory. It was too boring. Original and passionate.

Before Qin Yuyao said that the story she wrote was not interesting enough, so she went back to the furnace and rearranged it. Now satisfied, he went to Qin Yuyao and asked her to help draw a cartoon.

Qin Yuyao's speed of drawing comics is really inhuman. Others have to explode their liver 20 pages a week, and she still has a lot of time free 60 pages a week. So when XiMenqing came to her, he agreed without much thought: ”OK, but I have a problem.”

”What?”

”Sister Ximen, can't you draw by yourself?” Qin Yuyao felt that Ximen Qing was versatile, and painting should not be a problem.

”Ah ~ well,” Simon Qing said honestly, ”I'm a zombie, so... I don't draw anything spiritual.”

”Spirituality?”

”Yes, for example, I'll draw your portrait,” Simon Qing said. He picked up a pen and paper and sketched one.

Her muscular memory makes her like a great painter when she writes. When people see it, they can't help asking ”Why are you so skilled”.

But when she finished painting for Qin Yuyao, her original expectation suddenly became extremely complicated: ”so... Why is it a skeleton that you stare at me? Sister, are you expressing Zen?”

Simon Qing said, ”I say my paintings have no spirit.”

”You are not without spirituality, you make complaints about life!” Qin Yu Yao vigorously tucking up, ”then you try to paint a pig.”

”OK.” Shua Shua, in more than ten seconds, a pig took shape.

”So why roast suckling pig!” Qin Yuyao made a final struggle, ”sister, why don't you draw a plane?”

Dead things, can't they die again?

As a result

”Why is it a crash?” Qin Yuyao had no way to make complaints about it. She gave up what she wanted to do. Since then, she has been more comfortable using Ximen Qing's script to write.

Originally thought XiMenqing was that he could be famous alone, and then deliberately took himself with him. But now it seems that she really needs a substitute painter, otherwise she can't draw comics at all.

Ximen Qing can't help it. Her painting skills all come from muscle memory. As soon as she draws, her hands will move by themselves, so he can't control what he draws. If she tries to change it by force of her own will, her original painting skills will not be reflected. With his real ability, every painting person can have six fingers and can't see it at all.