Yan Fu thought it was just an ordinary summary meeting, but because of Gong Yan's job change, the meeting lasted until 8 o'clock. When the meeting was adjourned, it was dark, Yan Fu thought for a moment, and decided to tell Shen Xin the content of the meeting the next day.
The next day.
Yan Wei came to Shen Xin's office early and knocked on the door.
Qiao Yu and Ruan Ying are working at the desk, and Shen Xin is also focusing on the original painting.
looked up and saw Yan Fu coming in, Shen Xin smiled and leaned back in the chair.
"Sister Yan, why do you have time to come over?"
"Of course because there are important things, they are all related to you."
"What's the matter?" Shen Xin asked in surprise.
Yan Fu first told Shen Xin about the desk calendar, and finally said: "Although this is an excellent publicity opportunity, it also depends on your time. If you really can't spare time, we will think of other ways."
"It's really nervous." Shen Xin knocked on the table twice, lost in thought.
It's only twenty days before December, which is equivalent to less than two days before drawing a color page.
"Yes, it's really difficult." Yan Fu sighed.
"However, there is no room for manipulation."
Shen Xin suddenly changed his tone, which made Yan Fu a little surprised.
"Can you?" Yan Fu asked in surprise.
"Well, I just need to find another person to paint specifically." Shen Xin touched his chin and said his thoughts.
"Where can I find a short-term assistant?" Yan Fu was a little embarrassed.
The cartoonists who serve as assistants also need to support their families. They are eager for a long-term job, and this kind of assistant job of less than a month is more like part-time work.
"I can ask my classmates for help." Zheng Ke thought of Yang Bo.
Afterwards, he started to make games. He would definitely not do the coloring of the human settings and the drawing of the game by himself, but leave it to Yang Bo.
Now I call Yang Bo to help, so that he is familiar with the process. When the game is really at the stage of production, Shen Xin only needs to draw some drafts, and Yang Bo is responsible for the rest.
"This is fine, anyway, you can decide by yourself. There is one more thing left, that is, Gong Yan, the author of "The Boy Who Chased the Wind", has changed jobs." Yan Fu said.
""The Boy Who Chased the Wind"?"
Shen Xin's eyelids twitched.
His only impression of this cartoonist is that he killed the actor in the middle of the story.
Sports comics, the main character is invincible in the mid-term, and it is not without remedies. The outstanding representative in this regard is "Captain Football".
Dakongyi and Wakabayashi are both very talented, especially when two people are in the same team, they are better than other teams.
In order to increase the suspense of the story, Takahashi "created" injuries to these talented characters. To a certain extent, the character's strength is compromised, and at the same time, readers also understand that if the character fully recovers, the strength will also rise to a higher level. Therefore, the damage of the protagonist's strength does not affect their enthusiasm for reading.
suddenly crashed and changed the protagonist. This way of writing is very poisonous. Therefore, Shen Xin consciously blacked Gong Yan, and he would not read any comics he drew in the future.
"What does that matter to me?" Shen Xin asked puzzled.
"Although "The Boy Who Chased the Wind" was popular in the middle and late stages, Mr. Gong is also considered the backbone of "NewWorld". "NewWorld" is not like "Weekly ComicFutura" and "MangaFly". Even if the author leaves, there will be newcomers. Come in quickly. Teacher Gong's departure means that next year's feature-length series may be one less person."
"Ok."
Shen Xin nodded again and again, but still did not hear what Gong Yan's departure had to do with him.
"If "NewWorld" wants to remain competitive, it must find other ways. Your success also allows the magazine to understand how terrifying the potential of the newcomer. Therefore, the magazine is preparing to hold a short comic contest, and the winner will be serialized. Opportunity for comics..."
"Short Comic Contest? Is this true?"
Qiao Yu, who was blacking out, heard Yan Fu's words and immediately stood up. In his excitement, ink drops from the brush splashed on the manuscript.
He quickly took out a piece of paper, dipped it in the ink drop, and covered the ink with correction fluid.
"It's true, do you want to participate?" Yan Fu asked rhetorically.
"Yes. It would be great if you can take this opportunity to serialize." Qiao Yu nodded repeatedly.
He spent so much thought, including studying in a comic school and working as an assistant at Shen Xin, for serialization?
Yan Fu looked back at Shen Xin, frowning slightly.
She never thought that Qiao Yu would suddenly want to participate in the "Short Comic Contest". In this case, Shen Xin's serialization would definitely be affected.
Shen Xin nodded slightly, "For most people, being an assistant is just a means to improve themselves, but if you want to verify whether your strength has reached the serialization level, you still have to submit more articles. This kind of competition is an opportunity to prove yourself. If I am you and I will also participate. You must cheer."
"Hmm." Qiao Yu nodded excitedly.
"When will the game start?" Shen Xin asked curiously.
"Next month, in the latest issue of the magazine, there should be an announcement. Let the contestants prepare in advance." Yan Fu interrogated his fingers, feeling a little regretful.
If Qiao Yu leaves, she will find a new assistant, but Shen Xin is right. Most people are willing to be assistants because they still have a dream of becoming a professional painter.
"It's just that, before your official serialization starts, I hope you don't quit your job here. I am about to draw 15 illustrations, and the pressure is a bit heavy." Shen Xin asked.
"No. I might quit my job as an assistant to another teacher. By the way, Miss Yan, , can you help me read my name?" Qiao Yu looked at Yan Wei expectantly .
"I see... After you finish painting, give me your name? Ruan Ying, do you want to participate too?" Qiao Yu asked Ruan Ying who was painting.
"Ah? Me? No." Ruan Ying raised her head and smiled at Yan Fu, "I only want a stable income now. Although the cartoonist might get rich overnight, he is also under great pressure. Each I have to pay attention to reader surveys every month, worrying about whether I will be cut in the middle... My heart is really tired, it's not as good as it is now, I just need to work hard."
"I remember you are already married, right?" Yan Fu asked.
"Yes, because I have children, I want a more stable income." Ruan Ying lowered her head and continued to paint.
Yan Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Ruan Ying left again, her head would be really big.
"Wait, sister Yan, what does it have to do with me for holding a short comic contest?" Shen Xin wondered.
It was an unexpected event that Qiao Yu wanted to participate in the short comics contest. Yan Wei didn't expect it at first, so she said that this matter was related to him, rather than referring to Qiao Yu's participation.
"The selection of the short story contest is actually divided into four parts. First, the submitted manuscripts are judged by the editor, and particularly bad works are eliminated. Second, the cartoonist selects relatively high-quality works, and again, the editor-in-chief decides to publish it. Which short comics, and finally, the editorial department synthesized the reader questionnaires of several magazines to determine which ones were eligible for serialization." Yan Fu sighed, "Mr. Shen, the editor-in-chief designates you as the representative of the cartoonist and judges. Entries."
"Huh?" Shen Xin blinked his eyes, why did he join the judges inexplicably?
"what?"
Qiao Yu also opened his mouth wide, and it turned out that Shen Xin turned out to be a teacher of the judges.