But Pan Hongsheng has seen the world, and he understands the path that people should not behave like this. Didn’t Tang Shao dig it out in a small hotel? It can be seen that experts may not necessarily wear cloaks and straw hats, or maybe they will wear sacks and lids.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Pan Hongsheng's eyes suddenly became clear.

This is still the Beggars' Gang disciple just now?

The instant noodles were originally covered with greasy and curvy hair, but they had been cleaned by high-end shampoo. The face, which was originally wiped with gray, has now become as beautiful and charming as a male and female movie star in the country.

Facing Pan Hongsheng's burning eyes, the other party seemed a little embarrassed: "Boss, don't look at me like this, don't be rude."

In just one sentence, Pan Hongsheng could almost confirm that this is the person he is looking for!

"May I have your name?"

"Didn't Uncle Huang say everything? My name is Yang Sifan."

Yang Zai gathered his hair on his temples, and his technique was very feminine.

When Pan Hongsheng brought this person to the company's ministers and elders, everyone applauded warmly: "Okay! I deserve to be Mr. Pan! I found such a good cartoonist!"

"What's good?" Pan Hongsheng asked with a wry smile: "You have never seen his works, so why do you determine that he is a qualified candidate?"

A female minister couldn't help but blurt out: "It's obvious that she is the momentum of a big cartoonist! She looks like a big cartoonist!"

All the female members were in line with each other, which made Pan Hongsheng feel a little jealous: being handsome is just taking advantage of the situation...

Unexpectedly, Zhang Bowen, Tang Shao and others did not have much objection. Tang Shao, who had previously opposed Pan Hongsheng, even refused to fart.

Yang Sifan is very neutral and is described as a sissy in thicker terms.

Now Pan Hongsheng knows why men are becoming more and more masculine nowadays, because this personality or appearance can bring more popularity and affinity to herself.

Compared to the pressure brought by the large inch and strong muscles, this fresh boy gives people a particularly comfortable and natural impression of a talented man.

"There's really no way... Sifan, show them a trick!" Pan Hongsheng took a sip of tea.

I saw Yang Sifan, who was so delicate and delicate that he was a little weird, picked up his brush, and the projector magnified his painting page many times on the spot and projected it on the front screen.

What surprised everyone was that Yang Sifan, who had a slender figure, had a rough style in his painting style, which was quite impressive with Masamo Cheda and Umeda Rou!

"Okay!" Tang Shao exclaimed sincerely: "I haven't seen any pure comics for many years! It reminds me of the classic masterpieces I peeked in the table hole when I was in school..."

Young Master Tang is also one of the lucky ones. If he had devoted himself to class and became a square, then he would not have been as powerful as Young Master Tang today.

"So handsome!" Those female ministers were crazy. The facts show that men can best show their personal charm when they concentrate on their work.

There was almost no objection in this group discussion meeting. Everyone was full of confidence in this star of tomorrow. After all, Yang Sifan was only twenty-two years old. This age of cartoonist happened to be at a time when the technical and psychological maturity was just right.

Pan Hongsheng made three requirements for Yang Sifan: Fengyun, traditional culture, and popularity.

Although it is only eight words in a short time, it is a very difficult task.

Everyone knows that combining traditional culture with trends is one of the characteristics of magical works. But everyone knows the truth, but only when you do it in detail can you understand that things are not just taken for granted. Traditional cultures such as Greek culture and ancient Chinese myths do have a gene that is insulated from the current popular culture. These ancient cultures have their own imprint of their birth date. It is very difficult to integrate these things into popular culture.

Therefore, the task that Pan Hongsheng left for Yang Sifan is definitely not that simple.

After Yang Sifan took over the task, he closed his door to thank the guests. Pan Hongsheng arranged for him to deliver food and laundry, and what Yang Sifan did was to keep waving his brush...

Three months later, three long months.

The sound of firecrackers rang out.

What is the concept of the New Year for ordinary people? It is to spend a greasy and noisy festival.

For Pan Hongsheng, the New Year is lonely.

Su Ya and Su Xue went home to reunite with their father, but Huan Xiaojing still couldn't let go of her junior sisters and younger brothers, and Zhang Bowen and the other grandchildren went home.

Employees are on holidays, and the company has 15 days off during the Spring Festival, which is the longest holiday in the industry.

Pan Hongsheng’s purpose is to make his employees work efficiently and concentrate when working, but it will give everyone enough time to reunite with their families.

Since childhood, he lacked the warmth of his family, and he understood the importance of home better.

Some of these brothers were from other places and traveled thousands of miles away in the capital to follow him. He couldn't bear to squeeze into the train and work hard to get back, so he had a few days to get together and separated from his family.

Every Spring Festival, he would find something for himself, such as taking gifts to the employees' homes to deliver things. Everyone was moved by his actions, but they didn't know that Pan Hongsheng was actually using this process to reduce the loneliness in his heart.

The old man is still in another place and he is alone, both in the company and at home.

Every time this time comes, he always has an illusion: the glory he created is false and does not exist. All these bubbles appear particularly abrupt in the sound of firecrackers and the ethereal and lonely beating of New Year's Eve.

Empty villas, empty company buildings, empty streets.

On New Year's Eve, although his cell phone kept ringing, it was full of text messages sent by those grandchildren to wish you.

But when these people send text messages again, do they really understand their loneliness and sadness at this moment?

The snowflakes fell one after another, as if they had a strong smell of coffee.

The bell of New Year’s Eve rang, and the new year is here.

But those who set off firecrackers released their firepower too early, and at this time, the fireworks were the protagonists.

A text message came, and it seemed that it was late.

Pan Hongsheng smiled bitterly, drank beer and turned on his phone to take a look.

"The work has been completed! But the aunt who cooked for me asked for leave today. Can I go to your place to eat? - Yang Sifan."

Only then did Pan Hongsheng remember that everyone would take leave on New Year's Eve, and this otaku cartoonist really had no other survival skills except for eating instant noodles and ham sausages.

After replying to the text message and sending the address, Pan Hongsheng finally started to move and prepare supper for himself.

The aunt at home is also on holiday, so he can only do it himself.

Fortunately, I have rich practical experience in daily life, and because of the lazy of these girls, I have developed his own excellent cooking skills.

Fried onion with eggs, whiskers, and ancient pineapple meat... This is the only dish Pan Hongsheng can make now.

He moved all the instant noodles boxes and beer cans he ate these days to the garage. When he was alone, he always had the urge to cook, and no one could avoid it.

When Yang Sifan came in, he found that the door was not closed.

At this time, the guards outside were on holiday - because the girls were gone, no one could plot against monsters like Pan Hongsheng, so there was no need for them to protect them.

The luxury of Pan Hongsheng's family seems to scare this otaku cartoonist. Hong Kong is worth every inch of land, and only top wealthy villas can afford to live in.

But he could also see that the other party's cooking skills were equal to his own, but although he was not very good at cooking, he was very suitable for his work.

Neither of them likes to talk, they eat dishes and drink beer in big mouthfuls.

Pan Hongsheng found the feeling of hanging out with Mr. Tang back then.

When they found Mr. Tang, they drank for more than ten days in the unknown hotel, and they drank it all over the room for grilled skewers.

Although Yang Sifan looked pretty and quiet, he was a very good man when he was eating. His alcohol tolerance scared Pan Hongsheng. The two of them drank a whole box of beer in less than half an hour.

"Yang Zai, who else is there in the family? I haven't returned for the New Year this time, so I don't think about it?" Pan Hongsheng suddenly thought of this question: On New Year's Eve, everyone went back to reunite with their families. Why is this guy..."

Yang Sifan sneered: "What should I do when I go back? I don't know where to go to the grave!"

It turned out that he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. He didn't even know who his parents were. He went to visit the old nun who raised him every year in the early years, but as the nun passed away last year, he had no thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I don't know..." Pan Hongsheng felt sad after hearing this: It turned out that there were people who were more unfortunate than me. It seemed that I was the kind of lucky one. I at least knew who my father was, and at least the old man...

And this thin and handsome young man had nothing.

Sometimes people feel that God is unfair to them and they have obtained too little, but they don’t realize that their most precious things are always around them.

Family, children, parents, friends...

In fact, everyone has their own wealth, but these wealth has been ignored.

Everyone has different means of making a living due to their different education level, background, etc., but they are the most important and irreplaceable in the eyes of their families.

"Come on, I've got this cup of brothers." Pan Hongsheng raised his glass of wine jar again. At this time, the dishes on the table had been wiped out by them, and it was in a mess.

"Why are you alone?" Yang Sifan did not kill him immediately, but looked at Pan Hongsheng meaningfully: "Can you be... like me?"

"The family is not available, you are the only one to accompany me, brother." Although Pan Hongsheng had a lot of alcohol, he got drunk today without much drinking - sometimes what was intoxicating is not wine, but mood.

Yang Sifan was obviously hard-pressing, but he still drank the eleventh can of beer. After drinking it, he coughed a little and almost vomited it out in one mouthful, but he still held it back.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he asked casually: "Brother Pan, why do you like me? Nowadays, comics are generally in a downturn, and cartoons want to use high-tech... Why do you still have the courage to invest so much money in me? Because Mr. Huang?"

"Wrong, because I think you have a strong aura," Pan Hongsheng blushed and said seriously, "That's a star temperament! If we guess wrongly, the next golden age of comics and anime is coming! What is the trend? It's our will! Those children don't have to watch these plagiarism things anymore! We must tell them with actions that as producers, originality is the only way out!"

"Well said!" Yang Sifan stood up excitedly, but because he drank too much, he didn't stand firmly and swayed for a while, and almost fell down. Fortunately, Pan Hongsheng pulled him.

"That's great! We're creating our own era now!"

Yang Sifan clenched his fists and pointed his hand at his studio: "This is my most proud work in my life. It depends on whether it succeeds or not!"
Chapter completed!