The contract was in duplicate, Jingting took one and put it back in the drawer, he got up and reached out to her, "Looking forward to your perfect finale."
Mo Jingyao also stood up and formally held his hand with clear joints, "Thank you, President Jing for your approval."
He said, "We will fit the original work to the greatest extent and try to retain your fans."
"Okay." She was very moved.
"Happy cooperation." Jingting raised a beautiful curve on the corner of his lips.
“Happy cooperation.”
After letting go, Jingting said to her again, "Our company's comics team has just been established, this is your first book."
"Then have you recruited comics?"
Mo Jingyao picked up the coffee and took a sip, and said with a light look in her eyes, "I am very interested in comics. I think it is very good for those who can implement the ideas in their minds to paper!"
Jingting was not stingy with his praise, "I think people who can describe emotions in words are also very powerful, especially they can resonate with readers."
Jing Yao didn't stay here for too long, she was going home to accompany the baby.
After drinking the coffee, he held the contract and expressed his gratitude to President Beijing again, and then walked away.
After a while, Xiang Heng came in.
Jingting asked him, "How are the cartoonists I asked you to contact?"
"There are two people in Japan who don't plan to return to China to develop in recent years. No matter how high the price we offer, they are indifferent. Maybe they are rich second generations and have no feelings for money." Xiang Heng was also helpless, "What they painted is just a sentiment."
This made Jingting frown. There were people that Jing Group could not recruit?
"Then are there two more?" he asked.
He selected four people in total. He personally watched the painting style online. They were all painters recognized by Jingting, and they had a certain popularity and fan base. He wanted to invite someone to come and write the editor.
"There is one who can't contact me, she doesn't reply to private messages, her phone number has been shut down, and her Weibo has not been updated for a long time. I contacted the last one, but I will have to come for an interview on the first day of next month." Xiang Heng was also helpless, "She is not very moved by the conditions we have offered. She is more Buddhist, and she is not sure whether she will come on Monday."
Jingting's sharp eyes swept at him.
Xiang Heng's row of crows flew past, "Mr. Jing, you can't blame me for doing things inappropriately, it's their group... it's too weird."
As he said that, he smiled bitterly again, "I also found that cartoonists are very proud, not moved by money, and have their own spiritual world, which is really very Buddhist."
"Who is this you contacted?" Jingting asked.
Xiang Heng was stuck for a moment, and he thought for a while, "Cat... Bubu."
"Bubu who likes cats." Jingting opened his thin lips lightly and looked at him lukewarmly.
"Yes, yes." Xiang Heng smiled awkwardly, "Bubu who likes cats, Bubu who likes cats." But he was complaining in his heart, what is the pseudonym?
Isn't it good to call Bubu directly? Or call him a cat?
In fact, among the four cartoonists carefully selected by Jingting, he likes Bubu's style the most. He feels that she is a girl, but the main writer is powerful.
So he ordered, "No need to contact the other three. Keep an eye on this Bubu. No matter what method is used, she must be recruited. I will only look at the results."
"Yes." Xiang Heng felt that he had taken on a big problem.
A good work must be created by a good team and a good chief writer must be provided.
And "Bubu, who likes cats", is the person chosen by Jingting.