At this time, Meng Huo was drying clothes at home and the phone rang.

He ran back to the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello, is it Mr. Meng Huo?"

This sentence came from the other side of the phone, so naturally, Meng Huo, who was over 30 years old, was not surprised by the word "Mr.

"Yes, I am, who are you?"

"I am Ye Xiong, the editor-in-chief of the Youth Editorial Office of Phoenix Company Weekly, and Mr. Meng Huo, is the copyright of the "Detective Conan" you submitted to be sold?"

The other party's voice seemed very anxious.

Hearing the meaning of his words, although Meng Huo was prepared, his heart could not help but hop a few more times at this time, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "No, I'll submit the only manuscript to you."

This answer made Ye Xiong on the opposite side breathe a sigh of relief: "Since that's the case, can you hand over this comic to our weekly boys to publish? We will promote and package it with the greatest efforts, and the royalties and distribution of Chengdu are distributed according to the standards of professional cartoonists."

The standard of a professional cartoonist!? Meng Huo was stunned for a moment, which had far exceeded his expectations, and nodded quickly: "No problem! I am happy to hand it over to you. When will the contract be signed?"

"Try to hurry!"

Ye Xiong wishes to sign the contract quickly and saves the nights and dreams: "When will you have time, I will book you a train ticket, and you can come here at that time."

For safety, it is naturally best to sign a contract in person.

However, Meng Huo hesitated a little. He suddenly remembered that he could not sign a contract at the age of fifteen unless his guardian was Li Qin's permission.

"I'm free during this period, but can you provide two train tickets?" Meng Huo smiled bitterly: "I'm only fifteen years old, so I can only sign the contract if my mother is present."

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After the microphone became quiet, Ye Xiong spoke again: "Sorry, I seemed to have heard it wrong just now. Can you tell me your age again?"

"Fifteen years old."

"You said it was too fast, you were twenty-five years old, right?"

"No, I'm fifteen years old this year and just finished the high school entrance exam."

"What a joke!"

With a scream, Ye Xiong hurriedly apologized: "No, no, I didn't suspect you just now... I just didn't expect you to be so young, I didn't expect you at all!"

He was shocked. His seventeen-year-old daughter couldn't even draw a chicken. The other party cast a high-quality original comic at the age of fifteen. Why is the difference between people so big?

But at fifteen years old, the meaning of such a young cartoonist is...

"No problem." Ye Xiongyi gritted his teeth. He must not miss the opportunity: "I will prepare two round-trip train tickets, and it will take one week. Please make sure to prepare in advance."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiong sat down limply.

"Editor-in-chief, what's wrong?"

Sun Yang asked carefully next to him.

"That author is only this year..."

Ye Xiong was about to answer, but suddenly shut up again. This information cannot be leaked. Before everything is finalized, he should keep the secret. After all, he doesn't know what Meng Huo's guardian thinks.

Qingcheng County, Jiangnan Province

That night, Li Qin returned home and was surprised to find her son sitting in the living room with a frown on his face.

She poured a glass of water, sat next to her and asked, "Is something happened?"

"Yeah." Meng Huo nodded and replied: "Mom, I have a friend, you should know... Liu Yi, it's him. A cartoon he drew was attracted by a big company. He invited him and his father to sign a contract in Ninghai City."

Li Qin was stunned: "Isn't this a good thing?"

She doesn't know much about comics, but she has also heard that it is the same as movies and novels.

"Of course it's a good thing, but Liu Yi dared not tell his father. If his father knew that he was drawing cartoons while reviewing, he had to kill him." Meng Huo glanced at his mother and asked carefully: "Mom, how do you think he would persuade his father?"

Li Qin thought for a while: "How was that child's high school entrance examination?"

"He said he did a good job in the exam and could be admitted to the county No. 1 Middle School."

"Then there is nothing to worry about." Li Qin took a sip of water and smiled: "Since the grades are fine, it doesn't matter to tell his father directly."

"Mom, you think so." Meng Huo nodded and suddenly said, "Actually, I think so too. Mom, I lied to you just now. Liu Yi didn't have that ability. If you want to say that comics are also what your son can draw, right?"

"Stop kidding, how can you do that...ah?" Li Qin's smile stopped, the cup in her hand shook, and she suddenly turned her head and stared at Meng Huo: "You drew the comic?"

"Yes." Meng Huo's head shrank. He was not afraid of being afraid of Li Qin being angry. His awe of this mother in his previous life has not changed yet: "Mom, you won't be angry, I must have done well in my high school entrance examination!"

Li Qin stared at him with complicated eyes, and she didn't even notice that water was poured on the table. She didn't expect that this son would be so bold and deceiving her. The review she originally said was to draw pictures in the room, but Meng Huo was indeed too well-behaved during this period.

"You must have done a good job in the middle school entrance examination?"

"Um."

"Have your comics been taken by big companies?"

"Well, they want us to sign a contract in Ninghai and will be responsible for the round-trip tickets."

Meng Huo lowered his head and answered sincerely. Li Qin saw that he looked honest and couldn't get angry for a moment: "Give me the phone number tomorrow, I want to ask."

She compromised.

The next day, Li Qin called to confirm that Meng Huo did not lie and felt very complicated, surprised, happy, and a little at a loss. She didn't even know whether this was good or bad, after all, her son was only fifteen years old this year.

She didn't know what the concept of a 15-year-old cartoonist was, but she knew that a 15-year-old novelist and celebrity was very eye-catching. Could it be that her son had a promising prospect at such a young age? - Li Qin could not confirm this idea until the moment they were traveling on June 25.

"I said Xiao Huo, they are not lying people, right?" Li Qin suddenly asked uneasy when she was queuing up to check tickets: "What if it's a liar?"

Meng Huo held two big bags in his hand and comforted her with a smile: "How could it be a liar? Mom, have you confirmed it several times! Let's talk about what we have to cheat!"

The mother and son are so poor that they are completely poor. To put it bluntly, even thieves and liars will not target them.

Li Qin calmed down a little, and she felt that what her son said was right. She was not a young girl who was as beautiful as a flower, and she couldn't be afraid of anything. Moreover, the company even bought them expensive sleeper tickets, so how could the scammer be so generous?

The ticket check was smoothly, and the platform was a bit cold. It was already dark at this time. It took a one-night trip from Qingcheng County to Ninghai City.

After getting on the train, Li Qin clumsily changed the tickets from the conductor. She had never left Qingcheng since she was born, and she felt a little nervous: I didn't expect that the first time in my life, it was a blessing for her son.

But at this time, she didn't know that there was a bigger surprise behind.
Chapter completed!