After the fat editor left, Nobuyuki Fukumoto suddenly became even more nervous. Zhao Chen in front of him might be a few years younger than him, but his ambition was not as high as he was. Moreover, Zhao Chen's ability has been tested by the market, and neither fame, ability nor wealth can be compared with him.

"Teacher Fukumoto, you don't have to worry. The reason why I gave you that contract that day was mainly because I was attracted by your potential. Now you just haven't fully realized your potential yet."

"But when I was an assistant to Mr. Kazuma, he kept saying that I was stupid, saying that I had no potential, and saying that I was more suitable to be a truck driver. I felt useless!"

Fukumoto Shin-ho lowered his head, his tone seemed a little hesitant, obviously lacking confidence in himself. The teacher Kazumama that he mentioned was actually Reiji Kazumama, an ordinary cartoonist who had no fame. Nobuyuki Fukumoto had served as Reiji Kazumama's assistant before.

"I think you have potential, that is, you really have potential! As for Mr. Kazuma, his personal vision and limitations are too great, so naturally I can't see your potential! Yes, compared with other cartoonists, your painter is indeed rough, but so what about this, there are many cartoonists with poor painter skills, but the painter does not represent all the talents of the cartoonist!"

"But I can't do anything except the poor painting skills!" Fukumoto said this, his head lowered even lower. No matter what he thought, he just couldn't figure out his advantage.

Zhao Chen looked at Fukumoto Shin-kun in front of him, thought for a while and said something like Mo Ling Liangke: "I heard that you have been working while you were serializing the comics?"

Fukumoto Shin-kun obviously didn't expect Zhao Chen to say this, but he still responded. After getting the serialization, he was afraid that his work would soon fail, so he often took time to work, in order to avoid so-called worries.

"You are so unconfident! If you don't have confidence in yourself, then what level can you go on the road of a cartoonist? What is the most important thing for a cartoonist is not a painter or a plot sorting ability, but a confidence! If you don't even have confidence in your own works, then the comics you draw can be imagined. I can tell you clearly that I can have the status today because I have confidence in myself and have sufficient confidence in my works, and believe that they will definitely succeed!"

When Zhao Chen talked about it at the end, he suddenly felt that he seemed a little shameless. After all, they were all classic comics, and even after being improved by himself, how could he have no confidence?

"confidence?"

"Teacher Fukumoto, you have seen a few cartoonists who can succeed while drawing comics. I think you should go all out and focus on comics. Then draw the subject matter you are interested in, so that your strength can be fully utilized and you will have hope of success!"

Fukumoto stretched out his head and looked at Zhao Chen. The confusion and frustration in his eyes obviously dissipated a lot.

"Interest, confidence!"

"I heard that you like gambling very much when you were a student and basically never lost. Your favorite gambling includes mahjong, size, etc. If you really like gambling, you can also draw topics in this regard. After all, interest is a criterion for measuring the success of comics."

"I really like gambling. Can gambling comics really become popular?"

When Fukumoto Shin-kun heard the word gambling, his eyes lit up, but it immediately became dim again. After all, there are few gambling comics in the island countries in this era, and he has never even had a hot spot. How can this not make Fukumoto Shin-kun confused?

"How can you know if you don't try it? As long as you draw with your heart, I think there will be hope for success! Remember. The plot is the most important part of the comic. As for the painter, you have to detour the plot! When you draw it, you can come to see me with the drawing. As long as it can meet the serialization standards, I will let it pass the serialization meeting."

Zhao Chen was also helpless. He didn't expect that Fukumoto's self-confidence was so poor. He had no choice but to continue persuading him, so he would not have to work in history while working for seven or eight years before he finally broke his head and used his hobbies to draw gambling comics.

With Zhao Chen's guarantee, what else can Fu Ben Xingxing say at this time? No matter how lacking his self-confidence is, he began to feel grateful to Zhao Chen. What a good president.

"President, after I go back, I will devote all my energy to gambling comics and will definitely not disappoint the president's expectations!"

After Fukumoto Shin-kun left, Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Although this was very pleasant to educate future famous cartoonists, it was too tiring to educate cartoonists like Fukumoto Shin-kun who were seriously lacking in self-confidence, for fear that saying the wrong words would cause adverse effects, and then it would be a big loss.

As soon as Fukumoto Shinjo left the president's office, he was shocked, but the fat editor-in-chief was standing two meters away at the door, looking at this side secretly.

"Teacher Fukumoto, how are you doing?"

Fukumoto Shin-ho was very grateful to the fat editor. At least this fat editor is sincerely doing his own good. For cartoonists, a good editor can be said to be very important, and of course, the more important thing is the editor-in-chief. After all, the editor-in-chief is just in charge of the general direction.

"I think I've found my own way!"

Looking at the confidence in Fukumoto Shin-kun's eyes, the fat editor was obviously shocked. The president was too powerful. In just a short time, Shin-kun Fukumoto has become confident. It would be a pity not to be an educator or thinker.

"Then I'm relieved! Think carefully these days and come to your editor at any time if you have an idea!"

"Yeah, I get it!"

Seeing Fukumoto Shin-kun leaving, the fat editor was relieved and wondering what Zhao Chen had said to him. The effect was too good.

Next Tuesday is the day when "Young SORA" is released. After more than half a year of reputation, "Young SORA" has long been favored by some comic fans. Because every Tuesday morning, many comic fans will enter the bookstore to choose to buy it.

On this day, the situation became obviously unusual. Not long after the genius dawn, a group of people gathered at the doors of many bookstores, looking at the bookstore with a look of desire, hoping that the bookstore would start business soon.

"Have you heard of it? Zhao Chen's new work will be released in today's "Boys SORA"!" A horse-faced boy asked the short boy who was yawning next to him, with unconcealed excitement on his face.

The short boy glanced at the boy with dissatisfaction and then said, "Who doesn't know this? It's all published in the newspapers, otherwise why would I do so early today!"

"Oh, to be honest, when I thought of Zhao Chen's new works coming out, I didn't sleep well all night and finally survived until dawn, so I got here."

"Everyone is not the same, otherwise who would be full and stay at the door of the bookstore early in the morning. I just hope that the bookstore will open soon!"

"I heard that Zhao Chen's new work is called "Dragon Ball". Do you know what theme it is?"

"It's useless to ask me. You can only know after seeing the content. After all, it's not like "Football Young Player" and "Baseball Heroes" that you can tell it's a sports comic when you read the title, and you don't know if it's good or not!"

"Barring, how could Zhao Chen's comics be bad? Otherwise, how could he have the title of fine cartoonist? He would never want his own signature!" When he heard the horse-faced boy say this, the short boy subconsciously refuted it. He didn't know when Zhao Chen became like a god in his mind, and did not want to be easily blasphemed, even his companions.

"That's right, of course I hope the better the better! The bookstore door is open, so I can take a sneak peek."

While the two were talking, the bookstore finally started to open. The horse-faced boy quickly informed the short boy and squeezed into the bookstore directly.

"Here!" As soon as I entered the bookstore, the young man with horse face glanced at the road with a familiar look, and then his eyes were focused not far from the counter, where this issue of "Youth SORA" was piled up!

Most of the people who were waiting at the door had the goal of "Youth SORA". After seeing the goal, they naturally took away one or two books to choose to buy it.

“Born!”

"Look at what's going on!"
Chapter completed!