"The novel is updated 10,000 words every day. With so many words, it can maintain a considerable writing style. This is the first time I have seen a work with such smooth sentences. It obviously has the potential to become a well-known writer. It is a waste to be a cartoonist. I think it is better to be a writer!"

"It is the best thing to be a cartoonist. No matter what, he publishes comics first and then novels! And he publishes a three-day magazine. Do you know what a three-day magazine is? This is the first time someone dares to make a three-day magazine. As long as you keep sticking to it, the name of the three-day magazine is his. Just this name can directly become a well-known cartoonist!"

"But drawing comics is really a waste. This is not an island country. The status of cartoonists in our place has always been inferior to that of writers."

The young man forgot his original intention and argued with the young man endlessly. Each had his own reasons. No one said he was dissatisfied with each other. It seemed that he forgot that the two were strangers to each other. This was the huge prejudice between novel fans and comic fans.

"You two are finished? How can I continue to watch this quarrel? No matter if he is a novelist or a cartoonist in the future, don't argue anymore. Please give others a quiet atmosphere!" The quarrel between the two spread in the bus, and the trend of becoming more and more intense made some people frown. One of the middle-aged uncles could no longer help but scold him.

After the middle-aged uncle said this, the two finally remembered that they were on the bus, and if they continued to quarrel like this, they would seriously disturb others.

"I won't discuss this anymore. Have you finished reading "Good News Magazine"? Can you lend it to me after reading it?" The young man then remembered the 'main' and asked the young man.

The boy is not a ungrateful person. This is just that the two sides have different views and positions. Moreover, after this argument, the two knew that the other party was also a fan of "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty"; it was just that one was a fan of novels and the other was a fan of comics. In fact, from another perspective, it was considered to be a different end.

"Wait, I'm still missing the last page!" The boy turned on the "Good News Magazine" again and quickly finished reading the last page. He had a clear expression of unsatisfactory expression on his face, and he reluctantly handed it to the young man sitting next to him.

"Brother, thank you!" The young man took over the "Good News Magazine" and couldn't wait to open it. This was the first time he read the comic version of "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty".

The comic version is now just updated to the sixth issue. Du Fuwei, the sleeves are full of power and test Xu Ziling! It is just a little faster than the novel, allowing young people to link in well, and they are full of inclusion.

The plot progress of the comic version of "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" is naturally not as good as the novel. You only need to wait a few more days, and the plot of the novel version will exceed that of the comic version. However, even if the comic version is a little slower, it will not be much slower, especially in the later stages, the comic version will speed up. It is still unknown which version will be completed first.

There were no more twists and turns on the road ahead, and the young and young people would never think that the author they discussed was sitting in front of them.

When the bus entered Chaiwan Station, Zhao Chen got out of the car and handed the drawing and storyboard to Ma Rongcheng and Niu Lao two assistants. He originally wanted to ask Shangguan Xiaobao, but Shangguan Xiaobao didn't know where he went. He was not at the Holy Fire Publishing House anyway. They couldn't tell the others, but they all looked at Zhao Chen with a strange expression. In desperation, Zhao Chen had to pat his butt and walked towards Mingbao Group.

After Zhao Chen entered the Mingpao Group, almost every staff member looked at him with strange eyes. During these days, they often saw Zhao Chen's name appearing in the newspaper, so they naturally impressed him. A 14-year-old novelist and cartoonist, as long as they persist, they will definitely have a bright future.

"Mr. Jin, it's me, Zhao Chen. I came here to submit the manuscript today. Are you in there?"

Zhao Chen first went to Jin Yong's place, but after knocking for a while, he was helpless to find that Jin Yong seemed to be not in the office because there was no movement inside. In desperation, he had to come to the editor-in-chief Pan Yuesheng.

When he arrived at Pan Yuesheng's office, Zhao Chen was about to knock on the door, but he vaguely heard a quarrel inside. He immediately put down his raised hand. When he was about to lean against the wall and wait, the closed door suddenly opened.

What caught my eye was a fat man with glasses on his nose. The fat man had inch-long hair and a pair of small eyes, and a buzzing look on his face. Zhao Chen suddenly felt a little familiar, but he just couldn't think of who he was.

"There are ears in the partition walls. Standing here to eavesdrop, it's too unkind." As soon as the fat man opened the door, he saw Zhao Chen leaning against the wall at the door. He thought Zhao Chen was eavesdropping at the door. He was angry and shouted angrily without thinking, while venting his anger.

The fat man's voice seemed a little loud, and this shout made some staff members turn their eyes to this side, most of them focusing on Zhao Chen.

"Look at me, I look like that kind of person! I don't know who you are. Do you have to listen to you when you are full? Also, if you don't speak, no one will regard you as a mute. Even if you find a sense of existence, you can't use this kind of method that has been used to be useless. You are shameless!"

Zhao Chen was not the one who was angry. He immediately used the incisive words of later generations to retort. The fat man opened his mouth and stared at Zhao Chen with a red face, but in the end he couldn't speak and left with a sleeve.

When the staff saw the fat man leaving, they quickly looked back and pretended to do their own things. They dared not offend the fat man like Zhao Chen, because they all knew the fat man's identity and status in the cultural circle of Xiangjiang.

"Oh, my master! Why did you offend him?" Pan Yuesheng was originally sitting on an office chair, but when he saw this incident, he found that it was Zhao Chen who was arguing with the fat man, which immediately made him laugh and cry.

"Who is that fat man? Is he very powerful?" Zhao Chen walked into the office, closed the door casually, and then sat on the chair opposite Pan Yuesheng, which looked quite familiar to the two. In fact, the two met for the second time.

Pan Yuesheng looked at Zhao Chen strangely and said solemnly: "He is Ni Fu, do you think he is amazing!"

"Ah, Ni Fu!" Zhao Chen was shocked and thought to himself that it was no wonder that he looked familiar. It turned out to be Ni Fu, and he couldn't help but show a laughing and crying expression. Ni Fu has a straight personality and a very strange personality. He actually made him lose face in front of so many staff members. This beam is likely to have formed like this.

"How is it? Do you regret it now?" Pan Yuesheng looked at Zhao Chen carefully with his turbid eyes, with an indescribable smile on his face, which was strange in any case.

"What's there to regret about this? It's just like me, with two legs and two hands. Even if I recognize him from the beginning, I will answer this way!" Zhao Chen had serious face. He knew very well that if he didn't retaliate just now, he would not be called a coward by the staff. By then, one passes to ten or ten passes to hundreds, and his reputation in the literary world will be ruined.

At most, offending Ni Fu is to wear his own shoes and write a comment to spray himself. Moreover, this is just something that may happen. Zhao Chen is not Ni Fu, so it is impossible for him to know what he is thinking.

"Editor Pan, strange, why did Ni Fu quarrel with you?"

When Pan Yuesheng heard the question raised by Zhao Chen, the smile on his face disappeared, and said with a little embarrassment: "It's not for the sake of the royalties. His royalties in Oriental Daily are obviously higher than those of us, so he naturally wants to increase the royalties. But Liangyong naturally won't agree. What can I do? Fortunately, with the relationship between Ni Fu and Liangyong, I think he was just angry for a moment and would never leave Mingpao."

When Zhao Chen heard this, he showed a puzzled expression on his face. Jin Yong was not only stingy, but also good at seeing through other people's thoughts. Although Ni Fu has a strange personality, many of his manuscripts are still handed over to Ming Pao to publish, mainly because Ni Fu had received Jin Yong's help in the early days. Ni Fu's appearance indirectly "involved" his own sister Yishu, which made her unable to increase the manuscript, and in the end it was left alone.

"I think it's the same. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Today I'm here to submit the manuscript. Editor-in-chief Pan, give it to me!"
Chapter completed!