Walking out of the broadcast room, Ai Fei stretched his waist: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Thank you for your hard work." The waiting staff outside saluted one after another. The responsible tea staff took the tea and gave it to their individual drinks: "Thank you."

Feng Zhongping walked up with the prompt draft in one hand and tea in the other: "Even if I have already done a show with Ai Feijun once, I still can't believe that your age is... Haha, it's ridiculous to me!"

"Actually, there's nothing. If I asked me to interview a guy who didn't even graduate from high school, I would feel depressed."

“Eh?”

"It means psychological discomfort." He explained briefly: "So, Feng Zhongjun, what will we interview next?"

"It is an interview with your comic works. Oh, and there is another important part, which is to ask Ai Feijun to tell his experience."

"It seems that such a request has not appeared on your radio station to prepare the draft for me, right?"

"Of course, this is just my hope, and it is also the hope of the radio and the audience. I hope Ai Jun can satisfy it!"

"Haha...why, Feng Zhongjun thinks that many people are interested in an 18-year-old child?"

"As long as this child can write a first prize-winning detective novel, someone will care about it, right?"

"Okay. I can ask questions after a while when I interview Stroke Zhongjun."

"Then, please!"

After a few minutes of rest, the interview continued: "Ai Jun, many people first learned that your name started with a comic called "Ocean Cookies". It seems that the sales results of this comic are also very gratifying. Moreover, they have obtained a contract to be released overseas. Is that true?"

"Yes. "Ocean Cookies" is based on an American horse racing. Oh, the name of the Ocean Cookies is the name of this horse racing. I once talked to Mr. Fuji, the schoolchildren club who published my comics at that time. The original intention of this book was just that I think the American people at that time were... "

Listening to his talk, Feng Zhongjun often made tone words like "Is that right? Oh, it's amazing!". After he finished speaking his creative experience, the latter finally nodded: "I understand! It turns out that there is such a story here! So, after winning sales results and the big prize for detecting novels, will Ai Jun launch any new works?"

"Not for the time being." Ai Fei thought for a while: "In recent times, I will give priority to cooperation with Dongzhu Film. Well, it's the first time I know that my work can be shot into a movie!"

“Eh?”

"Yes. That's the case."

"So, do Ai Feijun have any expectations for the video adapted from his work?"

"From myself, I naturally hope that many people can like this movie. Unfortunately, this may not be very big! After all, no one likes to spend money to appreciate a story that knows the process and the result, right?"

"Wouldn't it be awful if Ai Feijun said as he did?"

"……………” Ai Fei didn't say anything, but shook his head helplessly.

"Well, below..." Feng Zhongping flipped a few pieces of paper in the studio: "Can Ai Feijun talk to us about your family?"

"Like all Japanese people, my family has a father and a mother, a very simple family. My father works in a factory, and my mother is responsible for the life of her family at home. I... am responsible for painting."

"Haha..." As if such an introduction was funny, Feng Zhongping smiled: "So, can some of the original life problems be solved to a large extent through the publication and awards of his own works?"

"Yes, I admit that the publication of the two works is very obvious to my improvement in life. Here, I would like to express my most sincere thanks to you again in the school children's club!"

"Okay, next is the last question. Will Ai Feijun have any work plans next?"

Hearing this question, Ai Fei hesitated for a while, as if thinking about something: "Why, is this question difficult to answer for Ai Feijun? Then forget it!"

"No, this is nothing." Ai Fei smiled: "The main reason is that I haven't designed the next work plan myself. Maybe I'll take a break, right?"

“Eh?”

"Yes. A few days ago, I saw a news article on the Yomiuri Shimbun about Japan's establishment of more of its own TV stations. This may be implemented in a very short period of time. Well, if I can, I would hope to get an opportunity to play my abilities on the TV station."

"Ai Jun's meaning is not to tell everyone that you hope to find a job in a TV station you will set up in the future, right?"

"This is just a joke. However, in my opinion, television will be a cultural symbol that will play an important role in society in the future, and even comics may become information for images. Someone must have seen "Mickey Mouse" in the United States? It is probably in this form. In the future, I hope that my works can become such literary works."

"You mean... your work can be on TV screen like a work like Mickey Mouse?"

"Maybe there is another thing that can be shared with everyone." Speaking of such a topic, Ai Fei seemed to have a spirit: "I have been thinking about a form of perfect matching of animation and TV recently. As many people know, using TV as a carrier of animation, that is, let comic works get rid of originally limited to books... and thus change people's inherent impression of comic works through a completely moving style! I think this is the future way out for comic works!"

Such words are definitely a fantasy for people like Feng Zhongping, but the other party was the guest he invited this show. He was not too sarcastic and had to barely deal with a few words, which ended the topic.

Ai Fei saw that he disagreed and was not able to explain and give him further explanation, so he had to answer a few words in a bad mood to answer the following questions, which basically ended the interview successfully.

When he returned home by the car arranged by the radio station, Ai Fei walked out of the car and saw Ai Shinko standing at the gate to greet him: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Ai Xiko nodded to her son with a smile: "Does Xiao Ai Jun's voice sound strange?"

“Eh?”

"It seems like you are not the same as the real and familiar one." Ai Shizuko walked into the room behind him: "By the way. When you were interviewed on the radio, a gentleman named Nishimura came."

"Xicun? Is Nishimura Toshi?" The name turned around in my mind, and Ai Fei had already thought of it: "Yes, I know this person. Have you left any message?"
Chapter completed!