Chapter 63: Respective Jobs

"I'm so mad, how could they do this!" Xi Muhan puffed his cheeks and slapped the table with both hands.

At first, she was very afraid that Shen Xin would return to the way she was before, and the two of them had no communication again. After knowing the truth of the matter, she also became angry.

Yang Bo didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only look at Shen Xin helplessly.

Shen Xin scratched his head, it was also the first time he saw such an angry Xi Muhan.

"Xiaohan, are you okay?" Shen Xin asked.

"It's okay. I just think they are too bullying." Xi Muhan clenched his fists, "Why did you leave suddenly?"

"Man dies for money, and birds die for food. Their choices are understandable."

The angry person was originally Shen Xin, but now he has to be patient and comfort Xi Muhan.

"However, the two dirty pages of the manuscript have to be redrawn. If you want to finish the manuscript on time, you may have to stay up all night. Yang Bo really counts on you this time."

"Don't worry, I will devote 200% of my energy." Yang Bo said seriously.

"I'll help too." Xi Muhan raised his hand.

"Well, I'll leave the dinner to you." Shen Xin returned to her seat and picked up the G-pen, "I'll be in charge of the ink lines and the background, and leave the rest to you, Sheep."

"No problem." Yang Bo nodded.

"Brother Xin." Xi Muhan raised his hand and said.

"Huh?" Shen Xin lowered her head to paint.

"I'll black it out too."

Shen Xin raised her head, looked at the serious Xi Muhan, confused, "When did you learn to blacken?"

"Recently... two months." Xi Muhan said in a low voice.

...

Yan Fei returned to the editorial department with an angry face.

On the way back, Yan Fei had already told the editor-in-chief about the resignation of the two assistants.

After entering the editorial department, most of the editors' eyes moved to her, but no one dared to speak out.

Yan Fei didn't care about these, and went straight to the editor-in-chief.

"Why did they leave? There must be a reason? Is it low wages...or other reasons?" asked the editor-in-chief.

Yan Fei shook her head.

"I don't know. It was normal yesterday. Today, they didn't notify Mr. Shen and suddenly stopped working. I didn't know they had left until I received a text message from two people."

"Suddenly quit?" The editor-in-chief opened his eyes wide.

"That's right. So, Teacher Shen wants to know why the two of them left. Is there something unspeakable, or they were poached." Yan Fei suppressed her anger.

The two didn't deliberately lower their voices, and the other editors watched them secretly.

"How is the relationship between Mr. Shen and them?" the deputy editor asked.

"No problem. Yesterday, Mr. Shen was still urging the royalties, planning to give a bonus to the two of them." Yan Fei explained.

"That's weird... Wait, so Mr. Shen's manuscript hasn't been finished yet?" The deputy editor suddenly remembered this matter.

According to common sense, today should be the day to receive the manuscript. But when something like this happened suddenly, Shen Xin probably didn't have the heart to paint anymore.

"Teacher Shen said that he will try his best to remedy it, and tomorrow is the deadline."

"Let's find a short story first, just in case we need it? If we can't make it, we should be prepared." The editor-in-chief instructed the deputy editor-in-chief.

"I see."

"Who...does anyone have a clue? Any clue will do." The editor-in-chief said loudly to the people in the editorial department.

The editorial department fell silent.

The silence lasted for half a minute, and finally Xiaoli couldn't bear it, and quietly raised her hand.

"What news do you have?" the editor-in-chief asked.

"I..." Xiaoli lowered her head and wiped the sweat from her forehead anxiously, "I heard...Wang Wenhong asked who Shen Xin's assistant is."

"When did it happen?" Yan Fei asked.

"Like a week ago,

At that time, I didn't care about it, and besides, I couldn't connect these two things together. "Xiao Li looked aggrieved.

"Well...it's easy to do if you have a direction." The editor-in-chief frowned, "Xiaoyan, leave this matter to me, and I will give you a letter of approval when the time comes, and help Teacher Shen find an assistant in the next few days. And , and got Teacher Shen’s manuscript immediately.”

"I know, if I can catch up with tomorrow's typesetting, I will send it over as soon as possible." Yan Fei quickly returned to her seat, found the notepad with the assistant's contact information in the folder, and was about to turn around to leave but was caught by the general manager. The editor stopped.

"Wait a moment."

Yan Fei turned her head in confusion, and a key flew over in front of her eyes.

"Here are my car keys. The car is downstairs. I will leave it to you, Mr. Shen," said the editor-in-chief.

"Well, I see." Yan Fei took the key and hurried downstairs without thinking about talking to Xiaoli.

Yan Fei drove to the downstairs of Shen Xin's studio, parked the car in the parking lot, and went upstairs quickly.

Seeing Xi Muhan open the door, Yan Fei was taken aback, then pointed to Xi Muhan's face and said: "Your face..."

"My face?" Xi Muhan rubbed his arm, and the ink stuck to his clothes.

She screamed and ran to the bathroom.

Yan Fei closed the door with her backhand. In the studio, Shen Xin and Yang Bo were painting at their desks, and there was a manuscript on the workbench that was being blacked out, which should be Xi Muhan's work just now.

"Today's incident has some clues, but the editor-in-chief still hopes to have definite news, so let me tell you." Yan Fei said to Shen Xin.

"Well, it's hard work." Shen Xin continued to paint with her head down.

"Do you want me to help?" Yan Fei asked.

"Can you draw the background?" Shen Xin raised her head and asked.

"Won't."

"That's okay." Shen Xin lowered her head.

"Then do you know how to paste screen dot paper?" Yang Bo raised his head quickly, his eyes full of expectation.

"No." Yan Fei was a little embarrassed.

"That's all right." Yang Bo lowered his head slightly disappointed.

"Sister Yan, can you cook?" Xi Muhan who had washed his face also returned to his seat.

"Cooking? A little while." Yan Fei nodded repeatedly.

This time, Xi Muhan didn't dare to speak out.

According to her experience, those who say "a little bit" are usually not very good.

Yan Fei curled her lips, she didn't expect that at this moment, she couldn't even compare with Xi Muhan, it was really disturbing.

Taking off her high heels and carrying her satchel, Yan Fei came to Shen Xin's desk. At this moment, Shen Xin is holding a D-pen and drawing the background along the drawn line.

There are two consecutive large grids, all of which are densely packed with buildings, not to mention the paintings, just looking at these pictures makes me feel dazzled. But Shen Xin kept using the D pen to draw the rough outline, and then used the round pen to draw the details.

The pen is steady, and after writing, the nib moves quickly along the lines of the pencil, and the events of the day seem to have no effect on him.

But after careful observation, it was found that the tip of Shen Xin's pen was slightly divergent, and the fingers were obviously too hard.

It seems that the daytime events did not affect him, but he transferred this matter to painting.

No, I have to work harder.

Yan Fei just wanted to sort out the contact information of dozens of assistants, but she followed Shen Xin's words.

"By the way, sister Yan..." Shen Xin raised her head and looked at Yan Fei.

"Well, you say."

As soon as Yan Fei opened her shoulder bag, she heard Shen Xin's voice and quickly raised her head.

"Can you buy some cans of coffee for me?" Shen Xin asked.

"No problem." Yan Fei agreed straight away, and finally there was something she could help with.