It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"I don't have a studio, and even if I do, I don't bother to care about it." Su Chen was very painful.

He planned to find the support of an artist because he was too busy. Now, in order to get the help of the artist, he has to set up a studio first. Isn't it turning the cart before the horse?

and……

What kind of brain circuit are those two painters?

I haven't said anything yet, so I'm going to check in with a bag?

You don't bring the familiar one like this, right?

"Does Ms. Mao Xuewang have no time to manage the studio?" Wang Runhe asked cautiously.

Su Chen: "Yes, I was too busy to ask your artist for help. I still have to draw comics when I go home from work every day. There really is no other time."

"What! Do you mean that painting is only a part-time job?!"

Grasping the main point of the dialogue, Wang Runhe was silly.

What the hell?

Your old man is about to become a legendary painter in the painting world. Whether it is the plot details of the comics or the outline of the illustrations, they are all regarded as kings.

Such a king is actually only part-time painting?

Why do you make those full-time cartoonists feel so embarrassed?

He was already secretly startled.

The current achievement is only a part-time job, so where exactly is your main battlefield?

Is it a fairy enterprise?

After being surprised for a while, Wang Runhe couldn't restrain his inner curiosity and asked, "Then what kind of profession do you do?"

Su Chen smiled faintly in front of the screen and typed: "Oh, I am a senior service consultant in food production and catering operations."

"Ah? You said... what... and what?"

Wang Runhe was a little confused.

Good guy, this is a long title, it just sounds awesome.

Could it be the chief shareholder of a food company? Part-time painting at the same time? Have you accidentally become a painting genius?

Ma, it is simply the standard template for a winner in life!

He started a Dimiugos-style brain supplement, dreaming about the life of the other successful person.

"Oh, maybe you don't understand it so much, so I'll make it simple." Su Chen pursed his lips. "It's actually a waiter in a coffee shop. He buys a cup of coffee and comes with a set meal and small cakes."

"???"

Wang Runhe stopped thinking.

What else can Nima talk about?

Kids, do you have a lot of question marks?

Is the real identity of the popular cartoonist a waiter?

Then, his first reaction was not to believe it.

"The clerk in the coffee shop? Haha, is the teacher Mao Xuewang joking?"

Yeah, the well-known cartoonist is just a waiter?

Isn't this a fool?

No, the ghost may not feel fluctuated after listening to it, and even wants to give you the whole ghost to calm down and calm down.

This is like those city soldiers, who are very powerful in the circle, and they are invincible in the industry. In fact, in real life, it is just a street kebab, and it is the kind of thief discount that buys five skewers and gets one skewers.

Such a grassy development...

Is it impossible to be good at all?

It’s not what you eat like a pig and a tiger, right?

"I'm not joking, I have been working in this shop for several months, and now I can make all kinds of coffee in the shop."

Su Chen's tone was extremely serious, and even a little proud.

This made Wang Runhe almost vomit blood.

So, the coffee shop is not your own?

The famous teacher Mao Xuewang is actually an ordinary worker who works for others?

He felt 10,000 alpacas running around repeatedly in his heart.

Su Chen: "Anyway, I have to work in a coffee shop, and I have to draw cartoons and illustrations. I don't have time to get a studio."

——Still working as a ghost!

The old man boldly estimated that if your monthly comics are directly divided into income, it will be enough to buy ten coffee shops, right?

Wang Runhe almost vomited blood.

He was burnt on the outside by Su Chen’s operation, tender inside, tender and juicy, delicious but not greasy, unique in taste, and melted in the mouth...

But even so, he still did not give up the idea of ​​persuading Su Chen to set up a studio.

"Mr. Mao Xuewang, even if you are busy working... well, I mean work... even if you are busy working, you just need to find a person in charge to manage the studio and hang your name on it."

Wang Runhe gets more and more vigorous as he speaks, like a MLM who pulls you on the side of the street.

"In this way, you can act in the name of the studio in the future, and maybe there will be orders from different companies, asking you to draw illustrations, design vertical paintings, supervise art, and so on. At this time, you only need to give the orders to a skilled assistant. , You can count money lying down."

"In this way, the painter we went to Thunderstrike Library learned something in the name of assisting learning. By the way, it can also help your studio smoothly transition to the early stage and avoid shortage of staff, how about it?"

What Wang Runhe said, Su Chen understood everything.

But the problem is that if he opens a studio with his current reputation, if he recruits from the society or the Internet in the early stage, he will definitely attract a lot of applicants who come here. When there are so many people together, he has no management experience. Not to mention the experience of reading people.

Moreover, he did not have a trustworthy person in charge that the other party said.

Now his interpersonal circle is full of friends who are close to each other on the Internet.

One of them is either the author, like Mr. Dan, Sansan...

Either an editor, like Xinlan, Baiyu, Mingyou...

Or an anchor who faces fans every day, such as Chuang, Jihun, Chef Ma...

There is no one who can be the person in charge.

This also leads to the fact that if you open a studio now, there will be a chaotic star effect phenomenon. A mixed crowd will break their heads to apply for a job, and they can’t find a suitable assistant. Don’t say that, and they may even leak their personal information. , It is not feasible at all.

Su Chen also told Wang Runhe about this point~www.novelmtl.com~ and Wang Runhe was not surprised, as if he was waiting for him to say this.

He patted his chest directly and said: "If Mr. Mao Xuewang can be trusted, I can go to take the post of the person in charge of your studio! I will follow you in the future."

"Oh……"

Su Chen pondered for half a second, then...

"I can't believe it, I refuse."

Decisively refuse to pass this old plan.

Because the other party's persuasive tone was exactly the same as those scumbags who "I just can't get in", so Su Chen had a stress response and subconsciously refused.

The sudden rejection made Wang Runhe dumbfounded again.

He felt that today was the most dumbfounded day in his life.

Meow!

Why don't you play the cards according to the routine this time?

We are so sincere and sincere, we sent two painters to you to encourage you to open a studio, and then I, a lonely old man who wants to use painting experience in the past, can't do it?

This is too ruthless, right?

Crying and wiped his face, since Mao Xuewang is so disinterested in him, then he has no choice but to stay in the headquarters of the Thunderstrike Library and learn from Teacher Xiao Su who is teaching live every day.

"Okay, then I won't mess with the teacher Mao Xuewang. Then, you can make an appointment. Our two painters plan to meet with you and discuss the work process in detail."

Wang Runhe felt helpless and depressed, but in order not to leave a bad impression on Su Chen, he typed calmly.

"meet?"

"Yes, yes, it should be okay to just meet up, right?"

——By the way, he really wants to meet the teacher Mao Xuewang who has always been respected.

A little melancholy touched his beard, Wang Runhe typed.

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