My Cartoonist Guide

　　 Christmas is approaching, and the sales of "Y’s" continue to rise. On Christmas Day, it was locked at 200,000 copies. The serialization of "Y’s" has also entered a period of stability. The conflict is not as intense as the previous episodes, and the results have stabilized.

　　 On Christmas Day, Shen Xin is going to invite people he knows to have a meal, and wait until New Year's Day to take another day off.

　　 Long-term and high-intensity work can also make people feel tired.

　　 Qiao Yu didn't dare to look at Shen Xin, and declined politely. Ruan Ying couldn't participate because she had to take care of the children.

　　 So, Shen Xin could only invite Yan Jie, Ji Yinxuan, Yang Bo, and Xi Muhan to have a meal at Huaxia Restaurant.

　　 When I first saw Ji Yinxuan, Yan Fei was also confused, but after the introduction, Yan Fei immediately showed enthusiasm.

　　 After a simple greeting, everyone also sat down around the round table.

　　 "First of all, congratulations on "Y’s" reaching 200,000 copies." Yan Fei said to Shen Xin.

　　 "It's been three weeks." Shen Xin waved his hand.

　　 "What happened in three weeks? The one-line version of "Toggle" was released a month earlier than "Y’s". After two more rounds of publicity, only 200,000 copies have been sold." Yan Fei dissatisfied.

Shen Xin scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Sister Yan also paid a lot for "Y's", and the school sister asked Yuzhen Technology to help repost Weibo, Ye Hexu and Su Han also helped, Ruan Ying and Qiao Yu is also very hard... this result shouldn't be my own credit."

　　 It was only after Yuzhen Technology posted on Weibo that he learned that Ji Yinxuan’s father was the chairman of Yuzhen Technology, and Yuzhen Technology was one of the largest game companies in China.

　　 "These are all trivial things. You helped me a lot. Turning to Weibo is just a hands-on thing." Ji Yinxuan drank a cup of black tea.

Xi Muhan frowned when he heard that he did not have his own name. Shen Xin quickly added: "Xiaohan has also worked very hard and helped me a lot. In short, thank you everyone. I will paint tomorrow. I will use tea instead of wine today. Thank you everyone. "

　　 Xi Muhan nodded immediately, she still has some value.

　　 "How many pages of sketches are left for this?" Yan Fei asked.

　　 "Three pages, tomorrow night, should it be almost the same?" Shen Xin explained after drinking tea.

　　 "That's good... I'll be there tomorrow afternoon." Yan Fei nodded.

"By the way, Sister Yan, let me ask you one thing, when will the royalties be settled. Ruan Ying and Qiao Yu have paid a lot for "Y's". I want to give them a sum of money first as a bonus. "Shen Xin smiled.

　　 "Actually, I am also urging, but the process is relatively slow. It has to go through the sales department and the finance department, and it will take next month at the earliest... How much do you need? I see if you can make a payment first." Yan Fei asked.

　　 "40,000, right?" Shen Xin said.

　　 Yang Bo listened and swallowed, "Old Shen, next time I will mess with you, okay?"

　　 "Get out, do your game well." Shen Xin scolded with a smile.

　　 "I...you are really willing to pay. 8% of the royalties, you can get hundreds of thousands, and then deduct personal taxes, only a little over 100,000." Yan Fei complained.

　　 "Why don't you make more money if you don't? Besides, don't you still have the contribution fee?" Shen Xin laughed.

　　 "If I lack money, I can pay," said Ji Yinxuan, who was silent for a long time.

　　 "No, if the magazine is really inconvenient, I can pay the money myself." Shen Xin scratched his head.

　　 "Not only 40,000? I will apply to the magazine tomorrow." Yan Fei sighed and looked back at Xi Muhan, "You don't care about your brother."

　　 "He is measured, and I think he did it right." Xi Muhan narrowed his eyes.

　　 "You really are brothers and sisters." Yan Fei shook her head helplessly.

　　 This time, everyone just had a good time, and Shen Xin didn't drink too much, just hope to leave enough energy for tomorrow to finish the manuscript as soon as possible.

　　 The next day, Shen Xin came to the studio as usual and drew ink lines on the original.

　　 Qiao Yu quit the job of another cartoonist, and now the submission is rejected, so she has to look for a job again. Ruan Ying also quit another job in order to take care of the children. Therefore, they come to the studio at a slightly different time than before, but they still come in the afternoon on Thursday.

　　 This time it should have been the same, but at two o'clock, the two of them still didn't arrive.

　　 At first, Shen Xin thought that there was a traffic jam on the road. Then he remembered that Qiao Yu commuted to get off work by bicycle and rarely traffic jam; Ruan Ying is also a time-sensitive person. If there is a traffic jam on the road, he should make a phone call.

　　 What happened to the road?

　　 Shen Xin called two people's mobile phones, but no one connected.

　　 He was patient and waited until three o'clock, but the two of them still disappeared.

　　 He had a vaguely bad premonition and just wanted to call Yan Fei.

　　 suddenly heard a knock on the door.

　　 Shen Xin breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a fire in his heart, "Why did you come so late today? Sister Yan is coming soon?"

　　 The door of the room opened, and the person standing at the door was Yan Fei.

　　 "Huh? Why are you?" Shen Xin frowned. The person he wanted to see most was not Yan Fei, but two assistants.

　　 "Receive the manuscript, and then...send the money." Yan Fei patted her satchel, "Thank me, the president didn't want to give it at first, it was me who made it through hard work."

　　 Yan Fei entered the room and looked at the empty studio. She was a little surprised, "It's Thursday, isn't it? How about the two of them?"

　　 "I don't know." Shen Xin shook his head, "I can't reach them."

　　 "What are they doing? Don't you know that you are going to receive the manuscript today?" Yan Fei frowned, and saw Shen Xin with a warm and angry face, and quickly comforted, "Don't worry, I will contact them now."

　　 Yan Fei just turned on the phone, her face was happy, "They sent a text message."

　　 "What do they mean?" Shen Xin asked.

　　 "They said..." Yan Fei looked pale after reading the text message ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and confirmed the content of the text message again before murmured, "They...quit."

　　 "What do you mean?" Shen Xin was surprised, with a dazed expression.

"They said, they resigned... just 10 minutes ago, blame me, I just had to walk, but forgot to look at the phone." Yan Fei clenched his fists, frowned, and hurriedly dialed the phones of two people. "Shutdown" prompt, "These two bastards... actually shut down!"

　　 Yan Fei gritted her teeth, flushed from her neck to the base of her ears, and sweat oozes from her forehead.

　　The assistant did not sign a contract with the cartoonist and the magazine, and often a phone call might lead to resignation.

　　 This kind of thing is not common, but maybe it will happen sometime.

　　 "Why resign? I didn't treat them badly, am I?" Shen Xin couldn't figure it out.

　　 Yan Fei shook his head repeatedly, but couldn't figure out the reason, "How about the manuscript? Can you catch up?"

　　 "There are still three pages, if you don't sleep, will you barely make it tomorrow afternoon?"

　　The most time-consuming part of the drawing is the background. Ruan Ying is usually in charge of it. Shen Xin has to paint it himself, and the time to complete the drawing will be doubled in the future.

　　 "Where is the completed manuscript?" Yan Fei was also a little anxious, thinking about how to mention this to the editor-in-chief.

　　 "In the paper bag." Shen Xin's mind was confused, and he sat back in his seat and looked at the manuscript on the drawing board.

　　 "Mr. Shen, how many pages did you say?" Yan Fei counted the manuscript and asked, looking up.

　　 "Should be 17 pages? Yesterday, I counted them."

　　 "There are only 15 pages." Yan Fei said in surprise.

　　 "What?" Shen Xin got up quickly, took the manuscript from Yan Fei, and counted it carefully. It turned out that there were only 15 pages, and then his back became cold. He gritted his teeth and said, "Pages 3 and 8 are missing."