Game Tycoon Reborn

The black-faced uncle smiled and said: "Anything is fine, just get me two pork knuckles. You can look at it and get something else. Or you can make a double portion and let's eat together when you come back. To avoid others Said that the brand is not yours, and will not let you eat."

Lu Menglin didn't explain, just nodded, leaned over and took out his guest card from the paper bag, put it in his pocket quietly, then took the black-faced uncle's card, patted his buttocks and went out.

Seeing someone cooking for him, the dark-faced uncle happened to be happy to relax, took a stack of manuscript paper from the bedside, and continued to write furiously.

After a while, Lu Menglin came back from the self-service cafeteria. As expected, he ordered two meals and carried four boxes full of them in both hands.

The black-faced uncle was already so hungry that he was overjoyed to see him come back.

So, the two cleaned up the bedside table in the room and began to eat.

"Not bad, young man! You're very smart! Which school are you from?" the black-faced uncle asked casually while holding a pig's trotter and gnawing on it.

Lu Menglin smiled and said, "I don't go to school in Beijing, I come here to play with others."

"That's no wonder! I mean why no one is looking for you! After a long time, you sneaked in to make food! But don't worry, young man, since we know each other, as long as I have food to eat, you will definitely be indispensable." portion." The black-faced uncle gnawed until his mouth was dripping with oil, and said vaguely.

This black-faced uncle has no airs at all, which makes Lu Menglin quite like it.

The other party should also be a guest at the meeting, and he is not too young, but he hangs out with a kid like himself, eating and drinking like an old urchin.

"Uncle, where are you from?" Lu Menglin asked casually.

Unexpectedly, after asking this question, the black-faced uncle regained his energy, he smiled and said, "Young man, have you seen "Dragon Ball"?"

Chapter 49 Dragon Ball

"Uh...Uncle, do you think I look like a fool? You don't want to say that you are actually a Saiyan, right? Saiyans don't eat pig's trotters like this." Lu Menglin took advantage of the situation and said silently .

"You're so naive! Of course I'm from Earth, and the Saiyans were just made up. However, I do have some connections with this "Dragon Ball"!"

The black-faced uncle raised his head pretentiously, holding half a pig's trotter in his hand, looking out of the window like a peerless master.

"Ha! You can't be the author Akira Toriyama, right? I don't believe it! Akira Toriyama is Japanese, but you are obviously not." Lu Menglin joked casually when he saw that he was talking interestingly.

"No, of course not! Akira Toriyama is a manga master, I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't compare with a master." The black-faced uncle shook his head quickly.

"Then I don't understand even more. It has something to do with "Dragon Ball". Could it be that you were created by a dragon? I don't look like it! Hehe!" Lu Menglin joked deliberately.

The black-faced uncle was dizzy by what he said, so he had to say honestly: "Do you know Hainan Photography and Art Publishing House? It is the publishing house that moved "Dragon Ball" to our Chinese publishing house. I am the vice president!"

"What? Are you from Hainan Photographic Art Publishing House?" Lu Menglin automatically filtered out the word vice president. Based on his current understanding of this black-faced uncle, it is likely that he is putting gold on his face .

"How? You know how good I am!" The dark-faced uncle who claimed to be the vice president obviously also had a flamboyant temperament, and he got along very well with young people.

"Well, I know, a conscientious enterprise in the piracy industry! By the way, have you already closed down?" Lu Menglin blurted out whatever came to his mind.

The black-faced uncle was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, and said with a wry smile: "Ah? Yes! Even you know this? Yes, we have disbanded. Originally, we also wanted to hold the annual meeting, but we didn't expect it to end so soon Yes, alas!"

When he said this, Lu Menglin felt a little sorry, so he had to put down the lunch box in his hand, lightly patted the black-faced uncle on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be sad! History will remember you! At least you let our generation see Japan. Comics, I saw good things from other people. Everything you do is actually quite meaningful."

As soon as these words came out, the black-faced uncle was stunned. He raised his head in disbelief, and stared at Lu Menglin in a daze.

The publishing house was ordered to disband due to copyright issues. He has been sad for many days. This time, he came out to attend the annual meeting here.

It's just that I didn't expect that in such an environment, chatting with this boy who met by chance in front of me, I could feel a little bit of acquaintance, a bit of a feeling of meeting someone in wine.

"Damn it! It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise, if I just say these few words to you, life will be a big deal!" The black-faced uncle sighed sadly.

Lu Menglin was also quite touched, nodded and said: "As long as the innovative spirit is not dead, you can start over at any time!"

"Well, just like in the movie "The Whip of the Gods", although the braids are cut, God still keeps them, enough! Our Hainan photography will have a chance to thrive in the future!" The black-faced uncle said excitedly, while fiercely Slapping On The Desktop.

Lu Menglin had no choice but to nod, but in his memory, Hainan Photographic Art Publishing House seemed to have never turned around again. Since then, it disappeared in the long river of Chinese animation history and became an object of memory.

Because no matter how ambitious and enterprising they are, it is a pirated industry after all. There is no original content, and it is very normal to be killed every minute.

"Have you finished eating, uncle? I'll throw these lunch boxes out." Lu Menglin said calmly.

The black-faced uncle seemed to be still immersed in the distressing glory of the past, and he had no interest in talking for the time being. He just waved his hand casually, signaling Lu Menglin to do whatever he wanted.

Lu Menglin simply cleaned up the trash on the table, packed it and took it out of the room.

If you wait for the waiter to collect it, the smell will be too strong. It is more convenient to carry it out by yourself.

Carrying the garbage bag, Lu Menglin took a few steps forward when he heard the elevator at the corner of the corridor ding, and the door opened.

Three people came out of the elevator, one of them was the round-faced girl who was the receptionist at the front desk, and the other two were in suits and ties, and their hair was combed shiny, looking like a girl from a distance. It's like two bridegrooms.

When the round-faced girl saw Lu Menglin, she pointed at him and said, "That's him! He is the youngest guest."

As soon as the other two men in suits heard this, they rushed towards Lu Menglin immediately.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Lu?" One of the men in a suit asked calmly with a sincere voice.

Lu Menglin was taken aback for a moment. Since he was reborn in [-], this was the first time he was called by such an honorific title, but he was not at all stage frightened. He nodded and smiled politely: "I am Lu Menglin, Mr. dare not be."

Another man in a suit hurried forward and introduced with a smile on his face: "This is the editor-in-chief of our science fiction world, Hu. He is very optimistic about your work "Anti-Material Warfare", and he came here to pay a visit to you. I didn't expect you You are so young! Amazing, amazing!"

The man in the suit called Editor-in-Chief Hu nodded repeatedly and praised: "Young people are awesome, young people are awesome! Which university is Mr. Lu studying at now? There are many advanced ideas in your works, my colleagues in the editorial department After reading it, they were all overwhelmed, wishing they could all come to meet you!"

Lu Menglin felt a little awkward hearing the other party's gentle introduction, he laughed and said, "You don't have to be so polite, just call me Xiao Lu. I'm only a sophomore this year, and I won't be admitted to university until next year!"

"Ah? Only a sophomore in high school?" The three people present were all taken aback for a moment. They didn't expect that this up-and-coming celebrity who was highly praised by the editorial department of the magazine was actually a high school student.

"This, this is a boy born from a hero! The future is limitless! I look forward to the release of better works by Brother Lu."

The editor-in-chief Hu didn't know what to talk to the high school student author for a while, and he had never encountered such a situation before!

In fact, those of them who are editor-in-chiefs of magazines naturally have good writing skills and eyesight, but their ability to communicate and deal with people is really remarkable.

When encountering such an unexpected situation, he didn't know what to talk about.

On the contrary, another man in a suit next to him reacted quickly, and quickly introduced himself: "Lu...Xiao Lu brother, I am the host of this conference. My name is Lu Feng. It's a pleasure to meet you. You are so young, I personally admire that you can write such a grand work, would you like to give a speech to everyone at tomorrow's sub-venue exchange meeting?"

Lu Menglin has seen the process of the conference, and knows that the second day's sub-venue exchanges are mainly arranged between science fiction authors and authors, as well as exchanges and interactions with some readers. To put it bluntly, it is to brag together and exchange writing experience. things.

Lu Menglin came to this annual meeting because he wanted to deal more with colleagues from the outside world and obtain some latest information. For this level of communication activities, I believe he can handle it with ease.

"Yes. It's okay to talk about my own works. But I haven't seen other authors' works, so it's not convenient for me to comment." Lu Menglin shrugged and smiled.

Immediately, the two men in suits had a better impression of the big boy in front of them.

His gestures, including the tone and attitude of his speech, made people feel very measured and just right, not at all like a fledgling, ignorant brat.

Moreover, literati are friendly to each other, and it is even more commendable that a writer like him, who has achieved his ambition at a young age, can maintain such modesty.

"That's great! Listen to Brother Xiao Lu's advice then!" Editor-in-Chief Hu cupped his hands and said with a smile.