Qin Yuyao came home from get off work, and suddenly heard the sound of glass crashing in the living room, she couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Den Zi Zi went home from get off work so early? Actually, she was drinking alone in the living room."

　　 However, when she walked over and took a look, she discovered that it was Song Yunwu who was drinking.

　　 "Sister Yunwu, what's the matter with you?" Qin Yuyao couldn't help asking, seeing her disappointed look.

　　 "It's Xiao Qin," Song Yunwu sighed, "I'm reflecting on myself."

　　 "Reflection?"

"Yes, do you think I'm too naive? I think I'm a cartoonist if I can draw a few pictures," she said with a sip of her drink, drunk slightly, "Where is this world so simple, cartoonist? Those who support themselves are called cartoonists. I am, at most, ordinary citizens with drawing skills."

　　 "What's the matter?" Qin Yuyao walked over and asked with concern.

　　 Song Yunwu did not answer, but just drank booze. Qin Yuyao accidentally caught a glimpse of the mail on the desktop and immediately understood the whole story.

So she persuaded: "Oh, Sister Yun Wu, it's okay to be rejected. I'm working in the editorial department now, so I know very well that rejection does not necessarily mean that your work is not good. It’s just that the simple subject matter doesn’t match what people demanded. I’ve heard that someone in our editorial department brushed off a work because he didn’t like Lily. As a result, they changed a place and became a masterpiece with more than one million sales."

"Don't comfort me," Song Yunwu shook his head, "It is not only this time that I have been rejected. I think I am really not suitable for this industry, so I just go back and ask Dad to buy the weekly SQUAT directly. , I am the editor-in-chief of reviewing other people's comics."

　　 Qin Yuyao: "..."

　　 I can’t talk about this, I’m inhumane!

　　 After dark, Ximen Qing also returned.

　　 "The chartered wife... My blood bag, I am starving to death, I want a blood bag... Wow! What the hell!" Seeing Song Yunwu lying on the table as drunk as a corpse, Ximen was shocked.

　　 Immediately, her eyes rolled, her expression gradually became "funny": "Hey, the charter lady is drunk, don't I let me take the blood pack? I'm such a clever ghost!"

　　 Ximen Qing immediately went upstairs, rummaged through the clouds in the sky. The movement led Qin Yuyao out.

　　 "Sister Ximen, what are you doing?"

　　 Ximen Qing was shocked, and quickly explained: "Uh... Um... I'm here, playing, cleaning, huh, huh."

　　 "Clean up?" Qin Yuyao said with a black line, "I haven't graduated from university, don't lie to me, how do you think it is getting messy."

　　 "It's messy enough to...you have a sense of accomplishment, you don't understand," Ximenqing opened his eyes and said nonsense, "By the way, do you know what's going on with the charterer? There was someone downstairs who was drunk and drunk."

　　 "Oh, that's it." Qin Yuyao said the matter.

　　 Now it is Ximen's turn to be shocked: "Huh?!"

impossible! "Working Cell" is so popular that it has been rejected! ? Are the eyes of this editor a frog egg?

　　 "It's awful...this is not good." Ximen Qing found that what she had thought before seemed a little too beautiful.

　　 A work is so popular that all factors are indispensable. It's not that if you take it out from another place, it will be as hot as before.

　　 She also worried that the works she chose would not match this era.

　　 "But this is too real, the first movie hit the street, so how can I play it?"

　　 Back to his room, Ximen Qing began to think about it.

　　 It seems that the path of cooperating cartoonists is a bit unworkable, and her plan to make a fortune is hindered. If this continues, she still has to return to the predicament of starving every day.

　　 "You have to find another way to make a fortune," thinking about it, Ximen Qing glanced at the computer on the side, "Is it really going to make money for the fat house?"

　　 Ximen love hesitated for a long time, and decided to compromise.

　　 "Forget about selling stockings, it's too low, but it's not bad to be an UP owner."

　　 In recent years, the development of the two-dimensional element is booming. Among them, the bullet screen website "Bcup" is particularly prominent, and it is not much different from the "bilibili" in the memory of Ximen Qing. Of course, because of the decline of Yingguo culture, the B-stations in this world are more domestically produced, and some stalks are more domestically produced.

　　 If you can become an up-host, and then gain a group of fans, then there will be another wave of undefeatable, it is also good for Ximen's love.

　　 She didn't do it before just because it took too much time in the early stage. The accumulation of fans is not a matter of overnight. She is not some guy who likes to show a sad smile, and her fans are just like riding on a rocket. Being the UP master is destined to have a period of power generation with love.

　　 Now Song Yunwu is on the street, she has no choice but to prepare to retreat.

　　 Of course she can't make a video, but some people will. She only needs to consider the content.

　　 "What do you do? Anime miscellaneous talk? Let's go, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, these cartoons for children have a wool slot point, ghosts? That's too time-consuming, put it aside..."

　　 After much deliberation, her final strategy is: singing.

When 　　 Dalong was still there, her favorite thing was to find a nice song, then loop the single until she vomited, and then continue to look for the next one. Thanks to this, she can now recall those songs clearly.

　　 It’s impossible to arrange music anymore. It’s impossible to arrange music in this life, nor can I write scores. Only a cappella can do this.

　　 Ximen Qing is also very helpless. She is not a master of music, and her music knowledge is limited to Do Laimi's harassment, basically there is no way to reproduce the original song completely.

　　 She went downstairs and knocked on the door of "Pan Taoyuan". After Xiaoguai opened the door, she pinched Xiaoguai's cheek for the first time. The fleshy little face is really comfortable to pinch.

　　 "Xiaoguai, do me a favor for my sister." After squeezing, Ximen Qing pushed Xiaoguai into the door and closed the door, showing a weird smile.

　　 Xiaoguai is honest, just asking her: "What can I help?"

　　 Ximen said in love: "Aren't you good at computers? Can you make a video for me? I sing a song, and then you record it for me and make it into a video."

　　 Xiaoguai emphasized after listening: "That is a hacking technique, used to deal with defense systems, not for making videos."

　　 "Oh, everything is fine, you can do it for me." Ximenqing knelt on the floor, so that her height was just enough to hold Xiaoguai's waist, and by the way, she could rub her at her private airport.

　　 Xiaoguai looked a little reluctant, but still agreed under the soft and hard feeling of Ximen.

　　 Xiaoguai’s room is well equipped with all kinds of equipment, Ximen Qing only needs to sing directly, and all the post-production work can be left to her.