It was quiet for a moment, and then the girl's gentle reply sounded.
"Um."
As long as there is bright and bright sunshine and a warm and gentle breeze, what difference does it make whether it is summer or winter?
At least Wayne, who has Song Li by his side, feels that there is no such thing at this moment.
Facts have proved that Songli is indeed a little girl who is used to talking nonsense. Once she becomes immersed in the story, she soon can no longer hide her true nature.
"Ah... this story is great! I really want to see the next issue soon!"
Not remembering that she had said "it doesn't look good at all" just now, Song Li excitedly slapped Wayne's legs and yelled.
"I'm very satisfied with both the style of painting and the plot... No, I want to recruit this artist to our Dandelion Publishing House!" She suddenly began to make plans.
Wayne looked at Geli in astonishment as his ambition was revealed. "Well……"
Not to mention whether it is reasonable for you to say that you want to poach people in front of me, the second boss, but the problem is... the one you are looking for happens to be the one who is absolutely impossible to change jobs.
"I'm afraid that won't work." He whispered with a twisted expression.
No matter how "really fragrant" it was, if she knew it was painted by Chris, wouldn't Song Li be able to go berserk on the spot?
Thanks to Songli, it is obvious that she doesn’t pay much attention to Chrissy’s paintings, and Chrissy rarely reveals her true level in front of others. Otherwise, this more modern style is too unique, and even a layman who doesn't know much about it can recognize it at a glance.
Geli thought he was taking care of Chris, so she was unhappy for a while, and then her attitude changed 180 degrees.
"Wayne~" She hugged his arm and came closer.
"Just 'accidentally' tell me the identity and address of this teacher Xiaolu~ I don't need you to do anything difficult..."
Come on, this alone is already difficult.
The so-called "Little Deer" is the pen name Chris gave herself.
"Female donor, that's not allowed." Wayne closed his eyes resolutely and refused to look at the sugar-coated bullets she used.
"What is a benefactor?"
Song Li asked strangely.
"Anyway, this really doesn't work." Wayne was embarrassed for a second. "Also, can you stop thinking about poaching people from Leaf Publishing House? It's not easy for us to cultivate talents here. We can't compete fairly. Okay?"
Seeing his unmoved look, Song Li pouted and shook his hand away.
"If you don't say it, don't say it. I don't care." She turned away, straightened her hair and stood up. "I'm very busy and I don't have time to accompany you anymore. You can do whatever you want."
"Eh eh eh?!!"
In the end, Wayne was left ruthlessly by her.
Therefore, Wayne could only silently pack away his resentment towards Song Li and return to the Lily Club again.
"Wayne, did you enjoy your vacation?"
As soon as he entered the activity room, he saw Prince Richard, who could no longer tell anything from the outside.
There were a lot of people in the activity room, and most of the friends who could get along with each other gathered in twos and threes to talk about where they went during the holidays. The atmosphere was warm and not noisy.
Richard still had a warm and friendly smile, and it seemed that he had not experienced any bad changes at all.
However, there were obviously fewer people around him than before.
Even the girls who used to surround him and indulge in infatuation, most of them just glanced at him once or twice from a distance with their eyes full of hope and fear, which was very complicated.
Wayne sighed secretly and walked over to sit down as relaxed as before.
"Isn't Chris here? She said before that she would recommend Comics Journal to you." He chatted casually.
Richard smiled and said: "Isn't your Comics Journal in the hands of those people? Chris was still here just now, but then she seemed to be called away by her other friends."
"I also ordered a copy before and have already read it. The content is really interesting. I didn't expect that comics can be so expressive." He commented very pertinently.
"It's just that most people have never thought of using comics to tell a complete story before."
Wayne responded somewhat reservedly.
Before this journal came out, painters could only accumulate fame bit by bit by participating in various art exhibitions or submitting them to other nobles who loved painting. But once works in the form of "comic" appeared, the situation immediately became different.
Therefore, while his family receives praise, it will of course also attract dissatisfaction from many people, and Wayne is very clear about this.
Some artists are jumping up and down as if they have been poked in the tail, claiming that so-called "cartoons" are inferior works that only common people can like, and have no artistic quality at all.
However, the voices of these people can only occupy a small part of the position.
After all, the big aristocratic camp headed by the Winche family had directly rebelled. They did not have the guts to accuse the Duke and his family of being unworthy of being nobility.
"My father also watched it," Richard said suddenly.
Wayne paused.
But he quickly returned to normal, "Really? Chrissy and I are both honored."
"He likes painting, knows many painters in the capital, and has sponsored many painters who were in trouble." Richard said softly. "So, of course he will pay attention to you."
Wayne was not sure whether he knew that the king had met him and Chris in private, and his feelings could not be judged from just these calm words.
"It seems that we must pay more attention to the quality of publishing in the future." Wayne also smiled.
With Duke Elliot at his side, the Wincher family and Prince Richard have become de facto political allies. There is no need to say many things in detail, as everyone knows each other well.
Richard was silent for a while, and then sighed with emotion: "Sometimes I can't help but wonder whether a person's wishes really cannot be balanced with responsibility."
The chatter of other people around him seemed very far away, and only Richard's words were particularly clear in this space.
"Just like my father likes painting, but he can't paint freely; he doesn't want to get married, but he must marry my mother..."
He was confused.
Sometimes, without being a son in the family, you can understand that person more comprehensively from the perspective of a bystander.
The man named Father, but really just the King.
One day in the future, I will sit in that position, wear the crown that he wore, and become a king like him.
But, do I really want to become that kind of king?
Although Richard didn't want to admit it, he couldn't continue to lie to himself.
——The King He does not love his wife nor his children.
Ruthless...and mean.
