After buying back coffee, Yan Fei also started her own work.
In terms of painting, she can't help much, so she can only take advantage of this time to find a new assistant.
Sort the list of assistants from high to low according to ability and with reference to the character of the assistants.
Before she knew it, Yan Fei's eyes became sleepy and her consciousness gradually blurred. When she woke up, Yang Bo fell asleep on the table, wearing a coat. Before she fell asleep, she sat next to her as a manuscript. The blacked-out Xi Muhan is nowhere to be seen at the moment, he should have gone to the bedroom to rest.
Under the faint light, only Shen Xin was still holding a G pen to paint, and there were four empty coffee bottles beside the workbench.
Yan Fei stood up, tiptoed to the water dispenser, poured a cup of hot water, put it next to Shen Xin, and looked at the manuscript on the drawing board.
The more complicated background is painted with ink lines. At this moment, Shen Xin is pasting dotted paper on the original manuscript, and the beautiful pen used to blacken it is also placed in Shen Xin's hand.
Putting away the net cutter, Shen Xin used the netting cutter to press the dotted paper, and he took a sigh of relief, but when he looked back, he saw Yan Fei standing next to him.
"Take a sip of hot water."
"Thank you." Shen Xin stretched out, held up the tea cup, took a sip, "You better go to rest first?"
"I just woke up, when are you going to rest?" Yan Fei asked.
"Me? Tonight, right?" Shen Xin put down the tea cup, picked up the Xiuli pen, and began to black out.
Yan Fei nodded slightly, held up the tea cup, turned back to the workbench, yawned, and continued to organize the list of assistants. After it was done, it was four o'clock in the morning. Yan Fei also put on a dress and lay down to rest.
I don't know how long it took, as if footsteps sounded in my ears.
Yan Fei sat up in a daze, rubbing her face, Xi Muhan sat next to her again, and Yang Bo also picked up the mesh knife and cut off the appropriate mesh dot paper.
"I'm going to cook..." Yan Fei stood up.
"No, I bought rice from outside and put it in the kitchen. Sister Yan, if you are hungry, you can go and eat it?" Xi Muhan turned his head and smiled.
"Oh...huh? Thank you."
originally wanted to "show a hand", but now I can only give it up.
Yan Fei had breakfast and left the studio in a hurry.
With regard to painting, she can't help Shen Xin. She can only hope to find an assistant for Shen Xin as soon as possible.
The studio is not the place to call, so Yan Fei went back to the car, took the previously arranged list, and contacted them one by one.
However, things are not going well.
Yan Fei can tell which assistants are better, and other editors also know it. Therefore, a capable assistant is a natural wonder, and it is impossible not to receive the job.
Some assistants have already returned to their hometowns because it is approaching the Spring Festival. She can't wait until the end of the year to find an assistant for Shen Xin, right?
The last batch of assistants was blacklisted by Yan Fei.
Let's not talk about the painters of these people, their professionalism will not work. She had introduced jobs to some of them before, but was complained by cartoonists, saying that these people were either lazy or thoughtless about female assistants.
must not find them.
"There is really no way, do you want to go to the manga professional school to hire students?"
Yan Fei rubbed her forehead, thinking for a long time, but she didn't have a clue.
After all, Yunhai's comics industry is too small. If you are in Hongchuan, you probably won't have so many worries. If I can't find it, I can invite cartoonists who have been cut in half and are not too demanding to serve as assistants.
"The cartoonist who was cut in half?"
Yan Fei patted her forehead lightly.
There are not many cartoonists capable of serializing in Yunhai City, and even if they are cut in half, they will not help other cartoonists because they are concerned about their own face.
"Y\'s" has a good momentum, but in the eyes of these cartoonists, Shen Xin is like a child. They are their descendants. Let them act as assistants for Shen Xin. They will not want to worry about life and death.
In addition to these cartoonists, there are also a group of people who also have good strength, that is, those who are eager to serialize.
Yan Fei stepped on the accelerator, two black smoke came out from under the tires, and the black car rushed into the asphalt road like a black lightning.
Along the way, Yan Fei hardly slowed down, many times passing by other cars.
When the editor-in-chief saw Yan Fei return to the editorial department, he immediately got up from his seat.
"Ms. Shen can catch up?"
"Not sure, Mr. Shen didn't sleep all night, and is still working hard now. By the way, editor-in-chief, is Wang Wenhong behind the scenes?" Yan Fei asked.
"Now, judging from the information I got, he is most likely. But please don't tell Teacher Shen, the time is too tight. Or wait until tomorrow? I will take advantage of this time to make sure." The editor-in-chief reads Yan Fei was sweating, "You came here, didn't you specifically ask me about it?"
"No. Editor-in-chief, I want to see the contact information of the short contest contestants."
"Huh?" The editor-in-chief was taken aback for a moment, and then thought of something, "Did you mean..."
"I want to find two painters who are suitable for painters and act as assistants for Teacher Shen." Yan Fei said.
The editor-in-chief of touched his chin with his right hand, pondered for a long time, and took out a key from the drawer, "I see. You can check their drawings and contact information, but if the other party refuses, you will have to stop persuading."
"I know." Yan Fei picked up the key~www.mtlnovel.com~ and turned to leave.
Xiaoli saw Yan Fei walk out of the editorial department, and got up and followed.
"Sister Yan." Xiaoli ran to catch up with Yan Fei.
"Ok?"
"I'm sorry...If I could say it earlier, maybe Teacher Shen would not be so troublesome." Xiaoli looked tangled.
"It has nothing to do with you. No one expected Wang Wenhong to come." Yan Fei stopped.
"Sister Yan, there are hundreds of people submitting short articles. It's really too slow for you to check by yourself, shall I help you?" Xiaoli said.
"Thank you, please." Yan Fei nodded slightly.
Checking the contact information is not a difficult task, but most of the original manuscripts of the artist are still temporarily stored in the archives. Therefore, if you want to check the manuscript, it will be more cumbersome.
Especially, after experiencing this incident, Yan Fei hopes to find an assistant with outstanding character, at least not to leave the job inexplicably. Therefore, compared to outstanding painters, she is more inclined to find newcomers who have no serialization experience.
After four or five hours of screening, Yan Fei selected ten more suitable people from hundreds of authors.
After recording the contact information, Yan Fei finally took a sigh of relief, and now she can at least relax.
"Sister Yan, drink saliva first, don't be too anxious." Xiaoli offered a cup of hot water.
Yan Fei took a sip and put the teacup on the table, "Thank you, Xiaoli, don't worry about this matter. Go back to the editing room."
"Are you going to Teacher Shen's?" Xiaoli asked.
"Yes, you must get the manuscript before 12 o'clock, and if I have time, I will contact these painters first to confirm their intentions." Yan Fei stood up, patted Xiaoli on the shoulder, quickly Leaving the storage room.