Chapter 253

Later, an Ming found that his reaction at that time was indeed a little exaggerated.

It's not the same as the Big Mac who monopolized the game industry. The cloud dream group in reality is far more harmonious and friendly than he imagined.

It's not just the boss who takes him to the elevator that's approachable here.

Both senior executives and senior employees are quite easygoing and easy-going at work.

For such a situation, Anming can't believe it.

Although he is an otaku, it doesn't mean that he has no life experience. In fact, he also worked part-time in some companies before.

The reason why he didn't stick to it was not because of his lack of ability. It was just because his character was out of tune with the people around him. He was gradually excluded from the circle and finally chose to be a freelancer.

Maybe it's because of its short establishment time that Yunmeng group is totally different from the companies he used to work for.

There is no such strict line between the superior and the subordinate, nor will he leave the dirty work to him just because he is a newcomer, or engage in workplace PUA.

In addition to different positions, everyone is equal in personality.

In addition, what makes him most incredible is that all the people working here are talents. They not only speak well, but also think in a totally different way from some of his colleagues.

Generally speaking, it's incredible that there are two or three such people in a company, but everyone here is like this.

Although it's only a subjective feeling, Anming thinks that his feeling should not be wrong.

It is also because of this, he more and more admire that god dragon see head don't see tail of Hao Zong.

If we can gather so many experts together, I think even if we put aside the things touted by the Internet gourd eaters, Mr. Hao is also a very good expert.

The sixth working day after the new year.

As usual, Anming came to the company to punch in, went to his work station, sat down, turned on the computer and started a new day's work.

At this time, Jiang Lecheng, the director of the art department, came over and moved a chair to sit down opposite his desk.

Still not used to face-to-face communication with people, an Ming said with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"What can I do for you?"

Jiangle orange is careless and used to it. He said directly.

"There's something the boss asked me to discuss with you. Do you have time now?"

"... what is it?"

"It's the cartoon on your Weibo. Mr. Hao is very curious about the follow-up of the story, so I want to ask you if you are interested in continuing to draw that story."

When he said this, Jiang Lecheng was also puzzled.

She went to see the cartoon that Mr. Hao said, but she didn't feel that it was worth developing.

The whole idea of the cartoon is nothing more than the routine of traditional martial arts. At the beginning, a young man with a sword carries a kind of bitter hatred, and then he is assassinated by the mysterious assassin of the state of Qin.

To be honest, she couldn't understand why the assassins wanted to kill a hairy boy, and the way they did it was like a rookie village goalkeeper giving experience.

As a reader who cares more about the logic of the plot than shuangdian, Jiang Lecheng thinks that even if it is sent to Heidegger's comic book library, people may not be willing to accept it.

Not to mention the value of IP, where does it look?

I can only say that the boss has a good appetite!

An Ming's face showed an unexpected expression when he heard his boss's words.

"You mean... The boss wants me to finish the comic on my neck?"

"That's right." Jiang Lecheng nodded and continued, "he also said that the cartoon is very good-looking. It's a pity that it's broken. If you are willing to continue painting, he is willing to support your dream

Funding my dream?

An Ming was completely stunned this time. For a moment, he didn't know what this sentence meant. After a while, he asked tentatively.

"What Mr. Hao means is... Let me draw cartoons in the company?"

It's not appropriate to do personal work during working hours, is it?

"It's one of two options."

After a pause, Jiangle orange continued.

"Some time ago, our company established a fund to serve the dream, called Yunmeng fund. Its purpose is to invest in all projects with dreams. If you sort out the outline of comics, write something similar to the plan book, and finally pass the audit, you can not only have your own studio in Yunmeng building, but also get a sum of money to support the publishing of comics, and even the adaptation of animation, film and television works. "

what the fuck?!

How can I get money for updating comics?

An Ming is instantly excited and asks in a tone of disbelief.

"Really? Even my comic books, which have no readers at all, can't -- "

Jiang Le Cheng shrugged and interrupted him.

"Why not? At least Mr. Hao is very optimistic about your comics. "

When she said this, even she did not realize that her tone could not help but bring a sour taste.

I can't help it. It's sour for anyone.

If she hadn't drawn comics, she would have gone to dig a hole now. How good is the one who doesn't speak? At least she is more confident than this guy's painting.

But Anming didn't read out that sour taste, at this moment he has been completely immersed in this sudden happiness.

I didn't expect that there was such an immortal company in the world. He felt that he was moved to cry.

This may be exaggerated, but it is his most real feeling at the moment.

Anming only hates himself now. Why didn't he want to send a resume to Yunmeng group in the past? He didn't remember that there was such a company until the executives of other companies came to him.

What a blunder!

After Jiangle orange left, Anming light speed turned on word in the computer, recalled the inspiration from the communication with Mr. Hao on the elevator, and typed the first line of the outline——

At the end of the Warring States period, there were many wars. Later, Qin destroyed the six countries, swept the whole world and unified the Central Plains. However, although the war was peaceful, the internal and external troubles did not stop. Under the order, the undercurrent was turbulent. In the north, the Xiongnu violated the territory, and in the interior, the remaining evils of the six countries had different hearts.

At this time, Gai Nie, the world's number one swordsman, and the son of his old friend Jing Ke, started a journey full of thorns in order to avoid the assassins from the king of Qin.

In addition to the plot of this main line, an Ming refers to the brain hole of general manager Hao, adds a series of settings such as a hundred schools of thought, the bequeathed ministers of the six kingdoms, etc. on the original basis, and divides into distinctive factions, which are integrated into the plot in the form of "Wulin school".

It's not just the collision between people, sword and sword, but also the sparks from the collision of belief and belief, thought and thought!

With more and more settings in the outline, Anming's eyes become brighter and brighter.

Especially once the brain hole is opened, it can't stop completely.

After finishing the whole outline, an Ming's index finger pauses slightly and rubs the enter button gently.

In a word, the protagonist in his works does not have a name.

But just at this moment, the inspiration from the deep of his brain suddenly made his eyes light up again.

Almost reflexively, Anming knocked down the name that had passed away from his mind.

Jing Tianming!

That's him!

Meanwhile, Hao Yun, sitting in the library of Jiangcheng University, sneezes without warning.

ahchoo!

Who is thinking about you?

With a murmur in his mouth, Hao Yun continued to focus on his books.

The schedule for next term has been handed out.

In order to make this semester as free as last semester, he plans to finish all the courses before the formal start of school