However, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight. While praise is everywhere, some negative voices will also appear: [What kind of garbage in this painting can also be on the list?]

[The character design is weak, the painting style is so strange, I can't eat it...]

[This story is so awkward that the male and female protagonists are both sick, and the emotional line develops inexplicably.]

[It's still a newcomer, so it's better not to show it out and show it to be embarrassing.]

Some people below argued for Zhimian and even built a topic building.

This was the first time that Zhimian faced such negative comments. At first, she was sad for several days, but later her friends advised her to relax. After all, most of them supported her.

Gradually, she also let go and put more thoughts on the comics themselves.

Due to the nature of the work, Zhimian does not need to go to the company every day. A few days later, she received a call from Lin Ling, asking her if she had any classes today, and finding time to come to the company to discuss something.

Zhimian had class in the morning, so he made an appointment for the afternoon.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhimian arrived at Huochuang Baiwei Building.

Taking the elevator, she arrived at the comic design department and walked in. She found that Lin Ling was not in her seat. She stood there and searched for her figure.

Just as I was about to take out my cell phone to call, my shoulder was patted, "Here's here."

When I turned around, I saw that it was Lin Ling.

"Lin Ben."

The other party had just finished the work from other departments. The two talked for a few words. Lin Ling took her to the workstation and helped her move a chair. There were other female editors working around him. Zhimian politely greeted her and then sat down.

Lin Ling picked up an envelope on the desktop and handed it to Zhimian: "Open it and take a look."

Zhimian opened his doubts and saw that it turned out to be an invitation letter—

The 9th China Comic Exchange Summit.

This is a very important conference in the domestic comic field. It is held every two years and is a grand comic exchange platform. More than 200 cartoonists or representatives from related companies from all over the country participated in the conference. The conference will also hold national and regional comic works exhibitions.

This year's comics summit will be held in North H Province, just two weeks later.

This quota is reserved specifically for Zhimian. "Although it is not a formal invitation seat, she has a seat. You can go in and participate in exchange and study. Then you will see many domestic cartoonists in it, and you will definitely gain a lot."

This was originally something Zhimian dared not even think about.

Zhimian was so surprised that he didn't know how to express his feelings, "People Lin, thank you..."

Lin Ling patted her hand, "This opportunity is rare, I only have three places, one of which is left for you. You must study hard when you go in."

"Well, I will definitely do it!"

Lin Ling and Zhimian talked about the relevant matters about this comic summit. At the same time, several female editors next to him looked at each other and stood up and left.

After a while, an employee came over and said that the manager was looking for Lin Ling. She had to leave first and let Zhimian stay casually for a while.

Zhimian lowered his head and rubbed the golden invitation letter in his hand, and his heart was throbbing.

She was so happy that she felt floating, and her heart was filled with joy, which made her lips smile.

A few minutes later, before Lin Ling came back, she got up and went to the bathroom and came out of it. She planned to call Liang Zhiyi and share her joy.

There was a closed fire passage door next to the bathroom. She was about to open the door when she heard a few female voices coming from inside:

"You said Lin Ling is still in her thirties and still not getting married. Isn't this because she is afraid that no one will want it anymore, and her heart is still on her career."

"He's a strong woman, how awesome."

Zhimian was stunned and looked inside through the gap in the door. It turned out to be those female editors.

The sound inside continues-

"She is just thinking about making money and getting promoted, otherwise how could she accept new people? It's not because she wants to please Mr. Zong."

"By the way, that Xiaozhi really has a backstage?"

"It should be, Xiao Zhang, who was in charge of the president, said that day, he heard Mr. Zong call with someone alone. Mr. Zong said that he would definitely find someone to take good care of him, and he didn't know if it was true."

"Lin Ling's flattery look is not fake. She keeps the invitation letters for the summit. Many of her men don't have this opportunity. It's really a lick."

"Aren't that afraid of offending people? But I think that Xiaozhi is really amazing and he is really well drawn."

"Yes, they have connections and strength. I was originally arranged for me to be the editor, but Lin Ling directly intercepted the truth, shameless."

"Who did you think she was in the backstage? She actually called Mr. Zong directly. It's awesome..."

Zhimian stood at the door.

All the discussion fell into her ears.

The sound inside gradually stopped. Zhimian was afraid that they would find it, so he turned around and left quickly, and walked to the bathroom door. Because the floor slipped, she almost staggered and raised her hand to hold the wall.

She pushed open the door and walked in, holding the marble tiles on the washbasin, breathing rapidly and her eyes were hot.

Backstage...

Call the company's president...

All information is only directed to one person—

Duan Zhuo.

So, she was so happy and expectant before, thinking that she was excellent enough, but it turned out that it was Duan Zhuo's reason behind it?

Did he send her in with his own connection?
Chapter completed!