The publishing house is currently soliciting a large number of submissions, whether they are scripts or paintings, all comers will be accepted.
Of course some good works were found among them.
According to Modric's idea, he is planning to launch a special contract to attract all potential contributors to Leaf Publishing House.
"Although Leaf Press is still the only one at present...but there are more and more other rising stars who find inspiration from our creativity and try to imitate it, such as the Edgeworth family's Dandelion Press." Modric explain.
"Those guys have been trying to poach people from our publishing house, and it's not enough for us to just passively respond. If we can sign this kind of more stable contract, it will be a great success for both the contributors and us. Very good choice.”
After listening to his professional judgment, Chris also felt that it was necessary.
"Then first select a few seedlings that are valuable for cultivation and test them. If the plan is implemented smoothly, let's promote them as models."
After discussing the details for a while, Modric declined the invitation to stay for dinner and hurriedly got up and rushed back to Leaf Publishing House.
"...Mr. Modric has also become more calm."
Looking at the back of this outstanding beater, Wayne sighed.
"As long as you are doing something you love, no matter how hard it is, you will do your best to overcome it because of the expectation of results."
As she spoke, Chris glanced at Wayne and asked, "Wayne, is there anything you really want to do?"
What I want to do——
It seems that no matter what I deal with, I have no idea that I must accomplish it.
No, does having a harem count?
Wayne smiled and said: "Of course I will be with Chris forever."
This is not a lie, but it is only half the truth.
Hearing the answer he gave without hesitation, Chrissy looked at him with soft eyes.
"Nothing in this world will ever change." She said softly.
"——But I will love you until I am changed by an irresistible fate."
This seemed to be just a casual statement, with some unquestionable meaning, leaving Wayne stunned for a second.
Barely controlling the change in his expression, Wayne laughed and changed the subject: "By the way, Chris..."
"Didn't you claim last night that you are the chosen one who can get whatever you want and succeed no matter what you do?"
Kris suddenly couldn't keep calm.
"How could I have said that?!" She refused to admit it.
"Oh?" Wayne smiled deliberately, revealing her shameful declarations bit by bit.
"Who is that guy who calls himself a heroine and angrily calls me a fool and can't understand human language?"
His eyes were full of doubts, as if he really wanted to know.
As a result, Chrissy's face turned red little by little.
"Look what I'm doing! It's not me anyway!" She yelled harshly, grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it into Wayne's face, and quickly left the scene of the crime before Wayne could react.
Wayne caught the soft pillow with quick eyes and hands, shook his head, casually placed it on the edge of the armrest of the seat and sofa, and lay down.
Whether it's the protagonist or the supporting role... everyone has their own life.
No matter what is waiting on the road ahead, no one can face it for them except themselves.
…
After a long period of time, the publishing house’s collection of drawings has finally ended.
Chrissy has also become busy, and even Wayne has to run around with her every day.
Several judges who accepted the invitation before will now conduct selections every day in Leaf Publishing House. Except for the special "one-vote decision-making power" in Chris's hands, every award generally follows the principle of majority submission.
However, although the judges are all strong painters, their personal aesthetics are different, and they often argue over some eccentric works.
In the end, it was Chris who proposed: All manuscripts will be screened three times together, and the qualifications for winning will be reduced step by step, and specific awards will be arranged in the final round. This calmed down the growing quarrel.
When the selection entered the final round, there were only seven works left on the table.
"Each one is excellent, it's really hard to choose..."
Mrs. Cherry wore a black gauze hat, which she did not take off even indoors. The brim of the hat covered half of her face.
At first, Wayne had doubts about her identity as a mole. But after getting in touch with her during this period, I discovered that she seemed to have participated in this pictorial selection purely because of her painting.
At this time, Modric interjected: "There is another one that will definitely be published as a third prize winner. That is, among the six illustrated magazines in the first season, each issue will have 4 to 5 pages. "
He carefully placed a bound manuscript on the table.
It was Chrissy’s contribution.
The judges had long known that there would be an unofficial work, but since the funds and awards were all provided by the Wincher family, and the unofficial first prize was not the first prize, no one jumped out to object.
The financial backers behind the scenes must also gain something...
According to the requirements of the original call for contributions, once these paintings are selected, the ownership rights of the works will be transferred to Leaf Publishing House the moment the painters receive the bonus.
The publishing house will roughly allocate the share of each issue of the illustrated issue based on the length of these works. In principle, the first prize will have the most pages and the third prize will have the least.
Although Chris originally wanted to make a long-term serial subscription product that would issue an issue every half month and rotate works in quarters, because this sales method had not been implemented before, there were still many problems in the specific operation.
"If the first-prize work is too short and is completed quickly, how can we keep up with the subsequent content?" Mrs. Cherry asked curiously.
The specific publication afterwards had nothing to do with the judges. Mrs. Cherry's question was purely a whim.
Modric glanced at her and patiently explained a few words: "You can supplement it with other stocks that our publishing house usually collects...First of all, they will be published with the lowest treatment, and then the length will be adjusted slowly according to the market response."
If the quality is too bad and it is not popular, it may be forcibly cut in half after being published only a few times.
At first, Modric was worried about this inhumane rule. The competition is so fierce. What if the speed of soliciting papers cannot keep up with the speed of publication?
However, when he actually implemented it, he discovered that there are more talented people in the world who are willing to work hard than he thought.
