My Cartoonist Strategy

"I'm so mad, how can they do this!" Xi Muhan bulged his cheeks, patting the table with both hands.

At first, she was afraid that Shen Xin would return to what she was before, and the two had no communication.After knowing the truth, she also got angry.

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

Shen Xin scratched his head, and for 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 bullying too much." Xi Muhan clenched his fists. "Why did he leave suddenly?"

"People die 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 dirty two-page manuscript has to be repainted. If you want to finish the manuscript on time, it is estimated that you will have to stay up all night. Yang Bo really asked you this time."

"Relax, I must devote 200% of my energy." Yang Bo said seriously.

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

"Well, dinner please." Shen Xin returned to his seat and picked up the G pen. "I'm in charge of the ink line and background. The rest is for you, sheepskin."

"No problem." Yang Bo nodded.

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

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

"I will also be blacked out."

Shen Xin raised his head and looked at Xi Muhan with a serious face, and a confused face, "When did you learn to blacken?"

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

...

Yan Fei returned to the editorial office with an angry look.

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

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

Yan Fei did not take care of these, and went straight to the editor in chief.

"Why did they leave? There must always be a reason? Low wages... or other reasons?" the editor asked.

Yan Fei shook his head.

"Unclear. Yesterday was normal. Today, they didn't notify Mr. Shen. They suddenly stopped doing it. I didn't know they left after I received text messages from two people."

"Suddenly not doing it?" The editor opened his eyes wide.

"Yes. So, Teacher Shen wants to know why the two of them are leaving. Is there anything inexplicable, or is someone digging a corner." Yan Feiqiang endured his anger.

The two did not deliberately lower their voices, the other editors watched them secretly.

"How is Teacher Shen and their relationship?" the deputy editor asked.

"No problem. Yesterday, Mr. Shen was still rushing royalties and preparing to give two people a bonus." Yan Fei explained.

"It's weird... wait, let's say, Mr. Shen's manuscript has not been completed 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 should have no intention to paint.

"Ms. Shen said that she would do her best to remedy, tomorrow is the deadline."

"Let's find a short story first, in case we need it from time to time? In case we can't catch up, we are well prepared." The editor-in-chief ordered the deputy editor-in-chief.

"I know."

"You... who has clues? Any clue will do." The editor said loudly to the people in the editorial department.

The editorial department was suddenly silent.

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

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

"I..." Xiaoli lowered her head and wiped the sweat on her forehead anxiously. "I heard... Wang Wenhong inquired about Shen Xin's assistant."

"When did it happen?" Yan Fei asked.

"It seemed like a week ago,

"Well... it's easy to do if you have a direction." The editor-in-chief frowned, "Xiao Yan, leave this matter to me, and I will give you a quasi-letter at that time. , The first time to get Mr. Shen's manuscript."

"I know that if I can catch up with tomorrow's typesetting, I will send it over as soon as possible." Yan Fei quickly returned to his seat and found a notepad with the assistant's contact information in the folder. The editor stopped.

"Wait."

Yan Fei looked back puzzled, and a key flew over.

"This is my car key. The car is downstairs. Teacher Shen asked you." The editor said.

"Well, I know." Yan Fei took the key and couldn't talk to Xiaoli, so she hurried down the stairs.

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

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

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

She screamed and hurried to the bathroom.

Yan Fei closed the door with his backhand. In the work room, Shen Xin and Yang Bo were painting at the desk, and a manuscript on the workbench was being blackened. It should be Xi Muhan's work.

"Today's things, I have a little eyebrow, but the editor-in-chief still hopes to have certain news, and then let me tell you." Yan Fei said towards Shen Xin.

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

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

"Will you draw the background?" Shen Xin asked, looking up.

"will not."

"That's all right." Shen Xin lowered his head.

"Will you post dotted paper?" Yang Bo quickly raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation.

"No." Yan Fei was a little embarrassed.

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

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

"Cooking? A little bit." Yan Fei nodded again and again.

This time, Xi Muhan didn't dare to say anything.

According to her experience, anyone who says "a little bit" usually doesn't make a splash.

Yan Fei pouted, but at this moment, she couldn't even compare Xi Muhan, which was really troublesome.

Taking off high heels and carrying a satchel, Yan Fei came to Shen Xin's desk.At the moment, Shen Xin, holding a D pen, followed the drawn lines to draw the background.

There are two large squares in a row, all of which are densely packed. Not to mention painting, just looking at these pictures feels dazzling.But Shen Xin kept using the D pen to draw rough outlines and then the round pen to draw details.

The pen edge is steady. After the pen is written, the tip of the pen moves along the lines of the pencil, and things in the daytime seem to have no effect on him.

However, after careful observation, it was found that Shen Xin's pen tip slightly diverged, and his finger force was obviously too large.

It seems that what happened during the day did not affect him, but that he transferred it to painting.

No, I have to work hard.

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

"Right, Sister Yan..." Shen Xin looked up and looked at Yan Fei.

"Well, you said."

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

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

"No problem." Yan Fei promised to come down, and finally there was something to help.