My Cartoonist Guide

　　 "I'm so angry, how can they do this!" Xi Muhan puffed his cheeks and patted the table with both hands.

　　 At first, she was very afraid that Shen Xin would return to the way he was before, and the two of them had no communication. After knowing the truth, 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 the first time he saw such an angry Xi Muhan.

　　 "Xiao Han, 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?"

　　 "People die for money, and birds die for food, and their choice is understandable."

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

　　 "However, the soiled two-page manuscript has to be redrawn. If you want to finish the manuscript on time, it is estimated that you will have to stay up all night. Yang Bo really asks you this time.

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

　　 "I will help too." Xi Muhan raised his hand.

　　 "Well, I will beg you for dinner." Shen Xin returned to his seat and picked up the G pen, "I am responsible for the ink line and background, and leave the rest to you, sheepskin."

　　 "No problem." Yang Bo nodded.

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

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

　　 "I will also black out."

　　 Shen Xin raised his head, looking at the serious Xi Muhan, confused, "When did you learn to black out?"

　　 "Recently... two months." Xi Muhan whispered.

　　……

　　 Yan Fei returned to the editorial department with a look of anger.

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

After 　　 entered the editorial department, most of the editor's 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?" the editor-in-chief asked.

　　 Yan Fei shook her head.

　　 "I don't know. It was normal yesterday. Today, they didn't notify Teacher Shen and suddenly stopped doing it. I didn't know that 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 are leaving. Is there something unspeakable, or they were poached." Yan Fei suppressed his anger.

　　 The two did not 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, Teacher Shen was still urging the royalties and was going to give two people a bonus." Yan Fei explained.

　　 "That's weird... Wait, so, Mr. Shen's manuscript hasn't been completed yet?" The deputy editor suddenly thought of it.

　　According to common sense, today should be the day to receive the manuscript. But when something like this happened suddenly, Shen Xin should have no intention of painting.

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

　　 "Let's find a short story first, in case you need it? In case we can't catch up, we'll be prepared." The editor-in-chief ordered the deputy editor-in-chief.

"I know."

　　 "You...who has a clue? No matter what the clue is," the editor-in-chief said loudly to the people in the editorial department.

　　 The editorial department was suddenly silent.

　　 This silence lasted for half a minute, and Xiaoli finally couldn't help 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 inquired about Shen Xin's assistant."

　　 "When did it happen?" Yan Fei asked.

　　 "It seems to be a week ago. At that time, I didn't care. Besides, I couldn't connect the two things together." Xiaoli looked aggrieved.

"Well... it's easy if you have a direction." The editor-in-chief frowned, "Xiaoyan, leave this to me. I'll give you a letter when the time comes. Hurry up and help Teacher Shen find an assistant these days. , Get the manuscript of Teacher Shen the first time."

"I know that if I can catch up with tomorrow’s layout, I will deliver it as soon as possible." Yan Fei quickly returned to her seat, found a notepad with the assistant’s contact information in the folder, and was about to turn around and leave. The editor stopped.

　　 "Wait a minute."

　　 Yan Fei turned her head in confusion, and a key flew over as her eyes shook.

　　 "This is my car key. The car is downstairs. I ask Mr. Shen to ask you." The editor-in-chief said.

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

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

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

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

　　 She screamed and hurried to the bathroom.

　　 Yan Fei closed the door with his backhand. In the studio, Shen Xin and Yang Bo were painting at the desk, and there was a manuscript of the workbench being blacked out. It should be Xi Muhan's work just now.

　　 "Today's matter has a little bit of eyebrows, but the editor-in-chief still hopes to have certain news, let me tell you." Yan Fei said towards Shen Xin.

　　 "Well, it's hard work." Shen Xin continued to lower his head to paint.

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

　　 "Do you know how to paint the background?" Shen Xin raised his head and asked.

　　 "No."

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

　　 "Will you post dotted paper?" Yang Bo quickly raised his head ~www.readwn.com~ His eyes were full of expectation.

　　 "No." Yan Fei was a little embarrassed.

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

　　 "Sister Yan, can you cook?" Xi Muhan returned to his seat after washing his face.

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

　　 This time, Xi Muhan did not dare to speak out.

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

　　 Yan Fei curled her lips. She didn't expect that at this moment, she could not even match Xi Muhan, which was really disturbing.

　　 took off his high heels and carried a satchel, Yan Fei came to Shen Xin's desk. At this moment, Shen Xin, holding the D pen, draws the background along the drawn lines.

　　 Two large grids in a row are densely packed buildings. Not to mention paintings, I feel dazzled just by looking at these pictures. But Shen Xin kept using the D pen to draw rough outlines, and then the round pen to draw details.

　　 The pen is steady. After writing, the tip of the pen moves quickly along the lines of the pencil. Daytime things seem to have no effect on him.

　　 But after careful observation, it was discovered that Shen Xin's pen tip was slightly diverged, and his fingers were obviously too strong.

　　 It seems that the daytime events did not have no effect on him, but that he transferred it to painting.

　　 No, I have to cheer.

　　 Yan Fei just wanted to sort out the contact information of dozens of assistants, but he listened to Shen Xin's beginning.

　　 "By the way, Sister Yan..." Shen Xin raised his head and looked at Yan Fei.

　　 "Well, you said."

　　 Yan Fei just opened her shoulder bag when she heard Shen Xin's voice and quickly raised her head.

　　 "Can you buy me a few cans of coffee?" Shen Xin asked.

　　 "No problem." Yan Fei agreed, finally there was something to help.