My Cartoonist Strategy

Yan Fei drove the editor-in-chief's car all the way. As soon as the car reached the studio downstairs, Yan Fei opened the door.

Going to the fifth floor in one breath, Yan Fei pushed open the door. Only Shen Xin was still working in the working room, and the sound of "Woo" was heard in the next room.

Yan Fei didn't say anything, but just sat quietly in the chair, anxiously waiting for Shen Xin to finish the sketch.

Suddenly, the whine in the bedroom stopped and Yang Bo pushed the door open and took out four manuscripts.

"Completed?" Yan Fei suddenly thought that the "Woo" sound just arrived might be a hair dryer.

"There is another one, which is estimated to be almost over." Yang Bo handed the manuscript to Yan Fei.

"He never slept?" Yan Fei asked.

"You have such a thing? Sleeping?" Yang Bo asked rhetorically.

Yan Fei shook his head.

"Look, does old Shen hold a breath? Hope he can sleep well after the painting is done. By the way, did the assistant find it?" Yang Bo asked.

"There is a list in hand now, and I can find it as early as possible," Yan Fei said.

"It's better to be faster. I'm afraid that old Shen's body can't carry it." Yang Bo sighed.

"Xiaohan?"

"Shen Xin was kicked out of class. Xiao Nizi only practiced for a few days, and she beat her, so Shen Xin drove her away."

"But she is also very powerful." Yan Fei said.

"That girl is angry, too? Shen Xin was put on by someone. She looks more angry than Shen Xin. It is really enviable that she has such an intimate sister." Yang Bo was very depressed.

"You're not bad, you can stay up late with him."

"Hey... Someone finally found out my advantages." Yang Bo scratched his head and smirked.

At this moment, Shen Xin suddenly put down the pen and straightened up, "The last one, finished painting."

"Good." Yang Bo immediately ran over, and after receiving Shen Xin's draft, he entered the next bedroom and dried the draft as soon as possible with a hairdryer.

Yan Fei was also relieved, and finally avoided opening the skylight.

Compared with before, Shen Xin was a lot haggard at this moment, with dark eyes around his eyes, but his eyes looked very spiritual.

Before, Shen Xin felt more inclined to be plain, mixed into the crowd, and could not even feel his breath.But now it is not the same, there are sharp edges in the eyes.

"Do you know who caused the trouble?" Shen Xin rubbed his eyes and leaned tiredly on the back of the chair.

I didn't close my eyes for more than 30 hours, and I kept on insisting until this moment.

"There are clues, the editor-in-chief is verifying." Yan Fei murmured inwardly.

Yesterday afternoon there were already clues, but until this evening, there was still no accurate answer, which is also strange.

"Well. Trouble you." Shen Xin frowned slightly.

"By the way, there are assistants. I will try to find it on Saturday and Sunday..." Yan Fei said.

"Please." Shen Xin's eyes could hardly be opened, but his mind was very sober.

This feeling is like having boiled for twenty hours, but drinking two large cups of coffee before going to bed.

"Will I send you back later?"

"No, I will sleep here today. The name of the next sentence will be revised." Shen Xin murmured.

"Eh, the name of the next word is already very good." Yan Fei looked at the name of the next word. In her opinion, it was better than this one.

"But...not good enough."

Yan Fei swallowed saliva, and Shen Xin obviously raised the requirement for name. Is this unexpected?

Yang Bo walked out of the bedroom again and handed the last page to Yan Fei.

"Shall I send you a ride?" Yan Fei asked.

"If you can, it's certainly better. But I have to take care of old Shen. You don't want him to die suddenly?" Yang Bo laughed.

"Uh... although I want to thank you, I still hope you close your crow's mouth." Yan Fei put the last page of the original manuscript into the file bag and immediately left the studio.

"You should go with her." Shen Xin closed his eyes and whispered.

"Why do you go with her? She must go back to the magazine, or wait another half an hour or even an hour. If I had this time, I would have gone home."

"It's up to you. If you don't want to sleep here, hurry back to rest?"

"Will I come over tomorrow?" Yang Bo asked.

"No need. You have worked hard for these two days. The cost... to you tomorrow."

"If it's for money, I won't come back. Have a good rest." Yang Bo waved his hand and pushed the door away.

Shen Xin in the house slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.This kind of thing must not happen again.

...

Yan Fei hurriedly handed over the manuscript to the editorial department, and the breath that had been stuck in his chest disappeared for the most part.

Back home, after taking a bath, the tiredness of the body suddenly relieved a lot.

The towel wrapped around him, took out a beer from the refrigerator, and took out the contact details of the 10 painters from the purse.

These 10 people are all strange faces, at least the new pen name, which can basically be determined to be a new person.

The only drawback is that the level of these 10 people is uneven.However, after going through this incident, she is also more inclined to have a character-assured assistant than to find a skilled painter.

When registering, she read the drawings of most people and sorted the painters of the 10 painters in order to find the most suitable person.However, things are contrary to expectations. People with good painting skills usually don't want to be assistants of others.

"Muning..."

Listening to the name is obviously a pen name.

The reason why Yan Fei put him in the end is because his style is very narrow, the boys painted are very beautiful, and the female characters also do not have much extensibility.

But this painter also has his own characteristics. The use of dot paper is much more powerful than Qiao Yu, and the processing of fictional background is also in place.

The painter was probably drawing girl cartoons before, but he didn't know the reason, so he suddenly submitted to the young manga magazine.But there are many differences between girl cartoons and boy cartoons.

If the painter is unable to adapt to the young manga, it will probably not last long.

But this is the last person, and Yan Fei doesn't have much way, only to pray that he can accept his invitation.

After two rings, the phone was connected.

"Hello, is it Mr. Mu Ning?"

"I am, may I ask you..."

A delicate voice came from the microphone.

Girls...

Yan Fei scratched her head, somewhat at a loss, which was completely beyond her expectations.

"Hello, I am the editor of "New World", Yan Fei, you have contributed to "NewWorld" before, right?"

"Yes. Hello, may I ask what you want from me?"

"That's it, may I ask... are you interested in being an assistant to other cartoonists."

The editor-in-chief reminded her that once the other party refused, she should not be entangled, but this is already the last one, and she should try it anyway.

"As an assistant?" The other party didn't expect Yan Fei to ask like this, some were not prepared enough.

"You should switch from other types of comics to juvenile comics?" Yan Fei hesitated when he saw the other party, and immediately added a sentence.

"Can you tell?"

"Different styles of painting are suitable for different types of comics. In your work, there are some shadows of other comics, and it is more obvious. If you want to draw juvenile comics, it is best to study for a while." Yan Fei said seriously .

"...Is that teacher good?"

Hearing this, Yan Fei immediately knew there was a play.

"Author of "New World"'s signature comic "Y's."

"Teacher Shen Zheng?"

"Yes, but he is a long-term assistant. If you still have time, we can meet alone and discuss the details later." Yan Fei felt uneasy, afraid that the other party would refuse.

After more than half a minute of silence, the voice of "Okay" finally came from the microphone.

Yan Fei suddenly felt relieved.

One, and it is just pending, but she seems to have completed the task.

Tomorrow, the assistant must be finalized, at least one.