In the fan circle, such a strange scene appeared.
Ling Fei's fans were all collectively dumbfounded. They did not know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
In terms of attention, the number of fans had already increased by seven million.
However, the hot comments under his idol's Weibo status were all other people's fans. What was this?
Ling Fei had not noticed these things yet. He was still busy with the release of the comic book.
"Factory Manager Wang, we have to print 500,000 copies this week. There are 200,000 pre-orders online. If you can't do it, can you introduce some reliable factories to us?”
In a factory, Ling Fei said to an old man who only had a few strands of hair but was neatly combed.
In front of them, machines and workers were printing non-stop. This old man's surname was Wang, and he was the factory manager.
"Don't worry, I'll distribute the orders and guarantee the quality.”Factory Manager Wang said with some heartache.
His workers had been working overtime for three consecutive days, and the machines were running almost 24 hours a day. He had to share such a huge amount of work. It was all money.
After returning from the factory, a person from the Painter Association came looking for him. At this time, he was already chatting with Guan Gu, Shen Qi, and Du Jun.
After seeing Ling Fei return, Guan Gu Shen Qi quickly introduced them to each other," Ling Fei, this is the vice president of the Painter Association. His name is Hu Xiang Yang. President Hu, this is Ling Fei.”
Hu Xiangyang was considered a real Chinese art artist, and Ling Fei also had some understanding of him. He greeted him politely," Master Hu, sorry to have kept you waiting."”
Calling him Master Hu wasn't a joke. Although there were many grandmasters in society today, Hu Xiangyang was a truly capable person. His Chinese painting was auctioned at a high price of two million US dollars in a foreign auction house. All the money was used to buy back the cultural relics that were lost in the past and unconditionally dedicated to the country. It could be said that he was a true great man.
"Heroes really come from young people. Before I came, I read your manga. The handling of the lines in it is really special. It has the charm of ink painting and has simplified many lines. I promised my grandson before I came."
As he spoke, Hu Xiangyang actually took out a comic book by Ling Fei from his bag. It was already signed by Gu Shenqi and Du Jun.
"I'm not honored." Ling Fei agreed with a smile.
After signing their names, the two of them began to talk business.
"The main reason why I came here today is to invite you to join our Painter Association. I also want to invite you to be our honorary president. There's a gathering in Shanghai tomorrow, so everyone can meet.”Hu Xiangyang went straight to the point.
Speaking of which, the situation of the Painter Association was very awkward. The powerful calligraphers would have a more professional Calligrapher Association, while the powerful painters would join a more professional Painter Association. The people in these two associations were not pleasing to the eye, and they felt that they were the ones who represented Chinese culture the most.
As for those who remained neutral, they would join the Painter Association. However, the awkward thing was that compared to the other two more professional associations, the Painter Association, which was mixed together, did not have many people that could be brought out.
This was also the reason why Hu Xiangyang, a dignified vice president, personally came to invite Ling Fei to join and promised to give him the position of honorary president.
Ling Fei asked in confusion," What's the condition? What should I do?"
There was no such thing as a free lunch in the world. It was definitely not that simple to throw out an honorary president to recruit him.
After hearing this, Hu Xiangyang smiled and shook his head to explain to Ling Fei," Actually, there's nothing for you to do. From your manga style, you seem to have a deep understanding of Chinese painting. Tomorrow, you just need to draw a painting to convince them.
Actually, what we value more is your influence on young people. Chinese arts are different from other countries 'paintings. European and American oil paintings are often auctioned off, and we often see European and American oil paintings with sky-high prices on the news. As for Japanese comics, I believe I don't need to explain them.
We need your influence among the young people. With a person like you, I believe that you will slowly influence some people and make them interested in our Chinese art.”
Ling Fei nodded and seriously considered the gains and losses.
The current situation was actually very simple. It was equivalent to Ling Fei being the spokesperson for the Painter Association for free, and the painter was only offering an honorary president with no power and title.
"Good! I promise you."
After thinking about it, Ling Fei nodded and agreed.
In any case, he really had to continue painting in the future. With an additional identity, he did not need to do much, so why not?
Of course, if he wanted to gain the recognition of the industry, he would have to see if Ling Fei's level could convince them at the gathering tomorrow.
After sending Hu Xiangyang off, Ling Fei asked Guan Gu Shenqi and Du Jun to tell them about the publication of the comic.
After giving his instructions, he returned to the studio. There was already a stack of drafts here. Ling Fei went to Taiwan Island. These were drawn by Guan Gu Shenqi and Du Jun. He needed to make the final revision and draft.
"Lingfei, something bad has happened. Your Weibo account has been blown up by Zhou Xiaolun's fans!”
Lu Ziqiao, who was grounded at home, was really too bored. Recently, she had been staying at home and reading all kinds of gossip.
After seeing the situation on Ling Fei's Weibo, Lu Ziqiao, the onlooker, immediately came to find him.
"What's going on?" Ling Fei took the phone and looked at it in confusion.
After watching it, she did not know whether to laugh or cry. She had not expected Zhou Xiaolun to wait until she had released a song before agreeing to release a new song.
Ling Fei felt that there was no need for that. After all," A Thousand Miles Away " was Zhou Xiaolun's own song. Even without him, he could still release a song related to the Chinese style.
Therefore, she opened her scummy Weibo and left a message under Zhou Xiaolun's Weibo." It's fine. Go ahead and post it."”
This comment quickly broke through the millions of likes.
"No, this song was written by you. Why don't you send it first and I can cover it?”Zhou Xiaolun replied.
......
He did not expect Zhou Xiaolun's persistence in music to have reached such a level. To be honest, Ling Fei was a little impressed. If one did not go crazy, one would not survive. Perhaps this sentence was the best proof of Zhou Xiaolun's attitude towards music.
Zhou Xiaolun, who valued originals the most, valued the word 'creator' very much.
"Alright then... I'll release a new song tonight."
Ling Fei agreed helplessly.
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