Chapter 65 Selecting Assistants

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

Running to the fifth floor in one breath, Yan Fei pushed open the door, only Shen Xin was left working in the studio, and a "woo woo" sound came from the next room.

Yan Fei didn't make a sound, just sat quietly on the chair, anxiously waiting for Shen Xin to finish the drawing.

Suddenly, the sound of "woo hoo" in the bedroom stopped, and Yang Bo pushed open the door and came out with four manuscripts.

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

"There's one more, and it's almost finished." Yang Bo handed the manuscript to Yan Fei.

"Hasn't he slept?" Yan Fei asked.

"Are you doing something like this? Can you sleep well?" Yang Bo asked back.

Yan Fei shook her head.

"Let's see, is Old Shen holding his breath? I hope he can have a good sleep after the painting is finished. By the way, has the assistant been found?" Yang Bo asked.

"Now I have a list in my hand, and I can find it tomorrow at the earliest," Yan Fei said.

"It's better to hurry up. I'm afraid that Lao Shen's body won't be able to carry it." Yang Bo sighed.

"Where's Xiaohan?"

"She was driven away from class by Shen Xin. Xiao Nizi only practiced for a few days, so she was beaten, so Shen Xin drove her away."

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

"Then the girl is also angry? Shen Xin was made a fool of. She looks angrier than Shen Xin. It's really enviable to have such a caring younger sister." Yang Bo was very depressed.

"It's not bad for you to stay up all night with him."

"Hey...someone finally discovered my strengths." Yang Bo scratched his head with a smirk on his face.

At this time, Shen Xin suddenly put down the pen and straightened up, "The last picture is finished."

"Okay." Yang Bo ran over immediately, and after receiving Shen Xin's drawing, he went into the next bedroom and dried the drawing as quickly as possible with a hair dryer.

Yan Fei also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally avoided opening the skylight.

Compared with before, Shen Xin at this moment is much haggard, with black eye sockets around her eyes, but her eyes look energetic.

Before, Shen Xin's impression was more bland, blending into the crowd, she couldn't even feel his aura. But now it was different, there was a sharpness in his eyes.

"Do you know who made the trouble?" Shen Xin rubbed her eyes and leaned back on the chair wearily.

I haven't closed my eyes for more than 30 hours, and I have been persisting until this moment.

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

There was already a clue yesterday afternoon, but until this evening, there is still no accurate answer, which is also strange.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." Shen Xin raised her brows slightly.

"By the way, there is also the matter of the assistant. I will try my best...to find it on Saturday and Sunday." Yan Fei said.

"Please." Shen Xin could barely open her eyes, but her mind was very clear.

This feeling is like staying up for twenty hours, but drinking two big cups of coffee before going to bed.

"I'll take you back later?"

"No, I'm going to sleep here today, and the name of the next chapter needs to be revised." Shen Xin murmured.

"Hey, the name of the next chapter is already very good." Yan Fei has seen the name of the next chapter, and in her opinion, it is better than this one.

"But...not good enough."

Yan Fei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Shen Xin obviously raised the requirement for name, this is also a surprise, right?

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

"Want me to give you a ride?" Yan Fei asked.

"If it is possible, of course it would be great. But I still have to take care of Old Shen. You don't want him to die suddenly, do you?" Yang Bo laughed.

"Uh...Although I want to thank you, I still hope that you will keep your crow's mouth shut." Yan Fei put the last page of the manuscript into the file bag, and immediately left the studio.

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

"Why are you going with her? She will definitely go back to the magazine office, maybe she will have to wait another half an hour or even an hour. If I have this time, I'll be home a long time ago."

"It's up to you, if you don't want to sleep here, go back and rest quickly?"

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

"No need. You have worked hard for the past two days. The fee... will be given to you tomorrow."

"If it's for money, I'll come back. Have a good rest." Yang Bo waved his hand, opened the door and left.

Shen Xin in the room slowly opened her 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 her chest disappeared for the most part.

After returning home and taking a shower, the fatigue on my body was relieved a lot.

Wrapping himself in a bath towel, he took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and took out the contact information of 10 painters from his leather bag.

These 10 people are all unfamiliar faces, at least with new pseudonyms, and they are basically newcomers.

The only downside is that the level of these 10 people is uneven. However, after going through this incident, she is more inclined to have an assistant with guaranteed character than to look for a painter with superb painting skills.

When registering, she looked at the drafts of most people, and sorted the painters of the 10 painters in order to find the most suitable one. However, things backfired. People who are good painters usually don’t want to be other people’s assistants. In a blink of an eye, there is only one person left.

"Muning..."

Listening to the name, it is obviously a pseudonym.

The reason why Yan Fei put him at the end is because his painting style is very narrow, the boys he draws are all beautiful, and the female characters also don't have much extensibility.

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

This artist probably drew shoujo manga before, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly contributed to a juvenile manga magazine. But there are many differences between shoujo manga and shounen manga.

If the artist can't adapt to the shonen manga, it probably won't last long.

But this was the last person, and Yan Fei had no choice but to pray that he would accept her invitation.

After two rings, the phone was connected.

"Hello, is this Teacher Mu Ning?"

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

A soft voice came from the microphone.

girl……

Yan Fei scratched her head, feeling a little overwhelmed, this was completely beyond her expectations.

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

"That's right. Hello, what can I do for you?"

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

The editor-in-chief reminded her before that once the other party refuses, don't pester her anymore, but this is the last one, and she has to try anyway.

"As an assistant?" The other party did not expect Yan Fei to ask such a question, and was a little unprepared.

"You should have switched from other types of comics to juvenile comics, right?" Yan Fei immediately added when she saw that the other party hesitated.

"Can you see that?"

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

"...Is that teacher good?"

Hearing this, Yan Fei immediately knew there was something going on.

"The author of New World's signature comic "Y's"."

"Teacher Shen Zheng?"

"That's right, but his signature is a long-term assistant. If you still have time, we can meet alone and discuss the details then." Yan Fei was worried, for fear 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's still only to be determined, but she seems to have completed the task.

Tomorrow, we must finalize the assistant, at least one.