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126. Shueisha

Looking at the chattering little husband.

Hoshino was wondering if he would also be a fat tiger and let Xiao Fu taste his iron fist.

But then Hoshino was relieved.

In his mind, he was already in his 20s, so there was really no need to argue with Xiaofu about this kind of thing.

The most important thing is that Xiaofu's ridicule is still too naive.

Although it was ridicule, but the little husband just said a few innocuous words back and forth.

Experienced the troubled times of "the sky never gave birth to me as a keyboard warrior, and the Internet is like a long night" in the previous life.

The little husband's ridicule almost made Hoshino's heart agitated.

"Okay, now that I've 'seen' your baby, it's time for me to go home."

Saying that, under the astonished eyes of Xiaofu and others, Hoshino left here straight away.

It wasn't until Hoshino's back disappeared at the door that Xiaofu came back to his senses and snorted dissatisfied.

Hoshino's doing this made him feel like he was punching cotton with all his strength.

After Fat Tiger and Shizuka saw Xiaofu's treasure, they felt that it was meaningless to stay here, and left after saying goodbye to Xiaofu.

After coming out of my husband's house.

Hoshino randomly found a remote corner and soared into the sky.

In this era without cameras.

I have to say that it is convenient when doing certain things.

After returning home, Hoshino is still in four sets.

……

There are three major animation clubs in Japan—Shueisha, Shogakukan, and Kodansha.

Although it is an animation club, it is also a manga club in a sense.

Only well-known and popular manga will be made into anime.

On this day, a middle-aged man in his 30s, dressed in an electronics factory, walked to a branch of Shueisha in Tsukimidai.

Uda Keita, who has absolute confidence in Hoshino's manga, gave up those small animation agencies without hesitation, and directly chose Shueisha, one of Japan's three major animation agencies.

This is a bustling business district, surrounded by an endless stream of people.

Uda Keita, who was wearing the clothes of the electronics factory, seemed out of place here, and many people around him who felt superior to others showed disdainful glances from time to time.

Uda Keita didn't care, and stopped at the gate of Shueisha.

Even though he had absolute confidence in Hoshino's manga, he was still timid when it came time to test his success or failure.

He was afraid, afraid that Hoshino would be like him.

However, after glancing at the manga drawn by Hoshino, Uda Keita suddenly became more confident.

Without further hesitation, he stepped straight into the gate of Shueisha.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task you gave me."

Putting down the phone, Akiyama, who was sitting on the leather chair, sighed.

It's been several months since I received any good manga manuscripts, if this continues, I'm afraid he, the president, will be demoted.

The superior called just now to urge him, saying that he was in his position but not fulfilling his responsibilities.

There was nothing he could do about it.

Is it possible to have a good comic manuscript?

The right time, place and people are indispensable!

Just as Akiyama was thinking about how to deal with his superiors, there was a hasty knock on the door.

The irritable Songbei said "Jin" impatiently.

A woman holding a stack of drawing papers opened the door and walked up to Akiyama.

Looking at the female secretary in cool clothes, Akiyama's mood suddenly improved a lot.

"What's matter?"

"President, there are excellent comic manuscripts, no, there are extremely excellent comic manuscripts that can be called monsters!"

Akiyama was taken aback.

His secretary has been with him for a long time, and he has seen a lot of things in the world.

But now she is still so excited that she can't help herself, so how good is the manga manuscript she said?

"Quick! Quick! Show me!"

Carefully took the drawing paper handed over by the female secretary, and only glanced at the content on the drawing paper, Akiyama's eyes suddenly widened.

As the president of a branch, his talent is beyond doubt.

The moment he saw the drawing paper in his hand, Akiyama judged the huge economic value contained in the drawing paper.

He can guarantee that as long as the comics in front of him can maintain this quality and be published.

He can not only stabilize his current position, but even have the possibility of further promotion.

He is now just the president of Nerima-ku, Tokyo.

And there are a total of 23 districts like Nerima in Tokyo!

He has climbed from the bottom staff to the current branch president, and he feels that his life has been very successful.

Nearly 50 years old, he no longer has the vigor of his youth.

"Let him come in, no, I'll greet him myself!"

Akiyama got up and walked past the female secretary like flying.

After a few minutes.

Looking at Keita Uda, who was wearing the clothes of the electronics factory in front of him, Akiyama only showed doubts in his eyes, and didn't question anything.

Climbed from a small person to today's height.

Having had such an experience, he has developed the habit of not underestimating anyone.

"Did you draw this cartoon?"

Akiyama pointed to a stack of drawing papers placed in front of the two of them.

Although I will not question Uda Keita, I still have to ask some basic questions that should be asked.

"No."

"Uh-huh?"

"That was drawn by my son."

"How old is your son?"

Akiyama had an ominous premonition in his heart, and Uda Keita looked like he was in his 30s.

Then his son is at most ten years old.

And only teenagers can draw such unconstrained and excellent cartoons?

It's not that Akiyama doesn't want to believe it, but it really sounds like a fantasy.

"Ten years old."

"sky!"

If it was just unbelievable before, now he feels that he is probably dreaming.

"Sir, you... don't joke with me."

"Mr. President, I guarantee with my personality that the stack of comics you are holding is indeed drawn by my son."

"Ten years old?"

"Ten years old!"

Akiyama confirmed it again.

The reception room suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, Akiyama, who lowered his head in thought, raised his head and stared at Keita Uda.

Uda Keita looked at Akiyama without timidity.

"I'm not talking nonsense, just say it straight."

"The standard of this set of comics is quite high. The plot, character settings, and drawing standards are all impeccable."

"As for the world view... there are too few at present, so I can't see anything."

"This is a set of comics that will definitely explode!"

There was no change on Uda Keita's face, but he was so excited that he almost couldn't control himself.

Being able to get such a high degree of recognition from professionals, the heavy stone in his heart suddenly fell.

"I made it so clear."

"You should understand what I mean, I hope you can vote for our Shueisha, more precisely, for me!"

Looking at Akiyama with sincere eyes, Uda Keita was silent.

At the beginning, he planned to test his reputation at Shueisha first, and then go to the other two major clubs to try.

Finally, choose the best condition among the conditions given by the three companies.

But Akiyama's sincere behavior...

However, adults only have interests in their eyes.

Uda Keita only wavered a little before he became firm in his heart.