Chapter 687

Although Du Qifeng was suspicious, he didn't stop at his feet and smiled into the living room.

"Hello, I'm Du Qifeng, editor of tomorrow's news agency."

"I'm Ye Zhen. Sit down."

As soon as they shook hands, Ye Zhen concluded that tomorrow's society was stronger than children's society.

After Du Qifeng sat down, he just glanced at the painting. His eyes flashed with shock, and his eyes moved back to Ye Zhen's face. Unexpectedly, he made a joke first:

"Wu Zetian proved that success has nothing to do with gender, Zhu Yuanzhang proved that success has nothing to do with birth, Xiaoshan proved that success has nothing to do with appearance, gates proved that success has nothing to do with education, you proved that success has nothing to do with age, and I proved that success has nothing to do with me."

Hahaha, Ye Zhen laughed and said, "Huang Zhong is 60 and Liu Bei, Tokugawa Jiakang is 70, Jiang Ziya is 80, she Taijun is in command at the age of 100, Sun Wukong is 500, and Bai Suzhen goes down the mountain to play with friends at the age of more than 1000. Qifeng, what's your hurry?"

Du Qifeng smiled and said: "Gates became the richest man in the world at the age of 39, Sun Yat Sen founded Xingzhong society at the age of 28, Sun Quan was 19, according to Jiangdong, Ding Junhui won the world championship at the age of 14, Deng Boer won the Oscar at the age of 7, Kangxi ascended the throne at the age of 6, Beethoven composed music at the age of 4, and huluwa played monsters at the birth. Do you say I'm in a hurry!"

Then they laughed together.

Miao Kexin was stunned and lying in the groove. How did the two catch up with each other?

Du Qifeng turned and said seriously:

"Ye Zhen, no one can deny that your painting is the best. But you ignore a problem. The simpler it is, the more attractive it is, the more bizarre it is, the more interested it is.

Children are disgusted with complex things, especially do not like to see adult images, which will bring them back to the depression and fear of reality. Therefore, picture books are generally animal images. Your paintings meet the aesthetic needs of adults and tell children's stories, which will certainly affect the market sales. "

Ye Zhen was filled with admiration. That's brilliant. He pointed out the disadvantages of painting. No matter how good your painting is, we sell it to children, children.

"Qifeng, I don't deny the defects of my paintings, but I can't draw animals. Because the purpose of my picture book is to give my six-year-old daughter. My daughter is going to grow up. I want to give her lifelong pride, not to make money."

Du Qifeng said with a smile, "so as long as the printing quality is good, it doesn't matter how much it costs?"

Ye Zhen also said with a smile: "you don't pay enough. How can I believe your strength? It depends on today. I'll give it to whoever bids high. It doesn't matter."

Du Qifeng was also a wonderful flower. He immediately asked, "what price have they offered?"

"A new one has just come, and it will be bought out every 100000."

Du Qifeng was stunned for a moment, then woke up and said, "it's from the children's club. They are good at dealing with children."

After all, it's an editor. Swearing without dirty words is very artistic.

Ha ha, Ye Zhen laughed, "there's another person coming later. You can have a look first and we'll talk later."

Du Qifeng shook his head and said with a smile, "it seems insincere. I'll give you the highest price within my authority. You say no, I'll go back and ask for instructions."

Ye Zhen appreciated it more and more. "I guess it must be beyond your authority, because you don't know me."

Du Qifeng was immediately moved. "Then introduce yourself."

"OK. My first painting was my daughter Xuanxuan, which was sold to Gao guxuan for $100 million."

"What?" Du Qifeng suddenly stood up and looked shocked.

Ye Zhen looked at him with a smile and said softly, "I don't know how Gao guxuan is going to publicize, but I'm sure you don't have to worry about sales."

Du Qifeng looked at Ye Zhen for a while, determined that he was not joking, and immediately solemnly said, "I'll go back to see the editor in chief and ask him to come in person."

"OK." Ye Zhen got up to see off the guests.

Du Qifeng hurried away.

Miao Kexin came over and said with a smile, "you can still play. Your comic book is so simple. Can you compare it with those paintings?"

"Don't butt in on things you don't understand. Do your work."

"Cut, I don't understand. Tell me?"

"The value of painting cannot be measured by simplicity and complexity. Picasso's paintings are very simple and abstract. Can you say that his paintings are worthless? Moreover, although my picture is concise, it is not simple. Every picture hides a word, which you can't see."

Miao Kexin looked again curiously and found nothing. He asked, "did Du Qifeng find it?"

"He didn't look carefully. What did he find? He appreciated it purely from the perspective of painting."

"What word do you tell me?"

"This is for my daughter. Why do I tell you?"

"I see. She can only find out for herself. You'll never say."

"Of course, my wife doesn't know about it."

Kexin immediately smiled, "Ye Zhen, I feel that with you, my life has a soul. I am your person in this life. If you want or don't, just put it there; if you ignore or ignore it, just watch it there; anyway, you are annoying all your life. It's better to follow me."

Ye Zhen looked up to the sky and sighed, "you are suitable to be a queen, get a hundred faces..."

Peng, but Xin took a punch from him. She felt a bosom friend after listening to the first half of the sentence. She was angry after listening to the second half of the sentence. Is that my ambition?

But Ye Zhen said, "before I finish, you can't be the queen if you become my woman. How can a man allow his woman to become the king?"

Kexin suddenly remembered Xiaoshan's promise with a bang in her head. She thought Xiaoshan had forgotten and gave this honor to Li Yinxin, but now she suddenly realized that Xiaoshan didn't forget and Li Yinxin was not a real queen.

She suddenly regained her confidence and smiled proudly: "since I'm suitable to be a queen, why do I serve you?"

Pa Pa, threw his gloves on the ground, turned around, went out and went home.

Ye was really stupid. After a long time, he murmured, "are you really sick? I'm the one who can make you queen."

……

"Hello, I'm pan ya, editor of relay agency."

"I'm Ye Zhen. Please sit down."

Ye Zhen didn't expect to see a beautiful editor. He looked at Pan Ya with interest and was a little embarrassed.

This woman is also beautiful. What really interests Ye is her body fragrance.

Although Ye Zhen did not have the nose of her, he was also the doctor's sense of smell, which could be discerned clearly. This is not the perfume smell, but the natural fragrance of the feminine skin.

"Mr. Ye, you really don't look like a painter." Pan Ya smiled with a reddish cheek, but she didn't talk about painting.

"What do you think I look like?" Ye Zhen asked narrowly.

"I don't know, but I've never met a picture book writer who lives in a single family villa."

"Oh, actually living in a villa is easier than drawing a picture book."

"Ah?" Pan Ya looked surprised. "Can you teach me some experience and let me live in the villa?"

Ye Zhen said seriously: "it's very simple. First choose a villa you like, and then marry the hostess of the villa, so you can live in."

Pan Ya was stunned. Suddenly, she smiled and trembled, and the room was full of fragrance.