The next day, Yan Fei handed over the material to the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief glanced at the materials, immediately got up, and called Yan Fei to the lounge of the cubicle.

"Where did you get this?"

"Yesterday, I saw the person who was Yingyin outside, and he gave it to me. Editor-in-chief, is the data written on this true or false? I don't know much about that. Song Shao didn't show you this material? Yan Fei was surprised.

"Nope." The editor-in-chief quickly skimmed through the materials, "The production cost of 800,000 yuan for a single episode is indeed a bit high, and it is estimated that it will not cost so much money in Yunhai." ”

"That guy lied to me?" Yan Fei was surprised.

"That's not ......," the editor-in-chief scratched his head, "Different cities have different production costs. Moreover, the painting skills of Hongchuan painters may be higher. Of course, the animation produced will also be better. Let's just say that it's worth the money. But I'm more inclined to believe that what is above is true. ”

"Why?"

"How many of you are fools who start a company? Before a project is made, various budgets are made in advance, including whether income and expenses are balanced. If the production of "Y's" was profitable, there would not be only those few companies. Before, I was thinking about the reason, but now it seems that it may be that the production cost is too high. The editor-in-chief speculated.

"Yingyin gives the highest price and the best conditions. I'm afraid that by the time we wait until the Chinese New Year, the popularity of "Y's" will decline, and the cost of all aspects will shrink. Yan Fei looked at the editor-in-chief, "What now?" ”

The editor-in-chief flipped through the document again, pondered for three or four minutes, and then looked up at Yan Fei, "In this way, I'll ask someone to ask, if what is said above is true, I will go and mention this matter to the president, and strive to reach a cooperation with Yingyin." ”

"Really?"

Yan Fei's heart suddenly relaxed.

The editor-in-chief calls Song Ren "Song Shao", and only when he addresses Song Tai will he say "president".

If Song Tai can intervene, with his opinion, he should be able to see the pros and cons.

Yan Fei returned to the office happily, and as soon as she sat down, Xiaoli hurriedly walked in.

After putting the handbag on the table, Xiaoli picked up the water cup and drank half a cup of "coo-dong".

"I'm so tired, I didn't expect it to be so troublesome to communicate with the bookstore." Xiaoli took a few breaths, her heart was pounding, but she couldn't stop still.

"You know how hard it was for me, right?" Yan Fei said with a smile.

"Got it. The main reason is that the people in the sales department are not good, and they always let me run back and forth. Xiaoli said helplessly.

"What date is it set?" Yan Fei asked.

"This weekend. Sister Yan, Mr. Zhou is looking forward to signing and selling books for the first time. Xiaoli narrowed her eyes.

"Don't bully people." Yan Fei entered the password of the notebook and clicked the mouse to confirm.

"How is that possible? My baby he hasn't had time to ...... yet."

"Huh? What's going on? Yan Fei looked at the screen of the notebook, and her face changed suddenly.

"What's wrong? Sister Yan. ”

"Someone is touching my computer." Yan Fei's brows furrowed.

"Wouldn't it? Don't you have a password? I don't even know. Xiaoli looked confused.

"I know......" Yan Fei muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead.

"Are you mistaken? Maybe no one moved at all. Xiaoli was puzzled.

"Impossible." Yan Fei shook her head, "This is the material that someone else sent me through the Penguin...... However, my chat with him yesterday appears in the dialog box. Unless someone deliberately flips up, these contents will not come out. ”

Yan Fei received the document from Wang Wenhong, and the mood that had just changed suddenly became worse again.

Xiaoli looked around, the people in the room were all working at the desk, and a few were not in the office, and it was unrealistic to find out who had turned over Yan Fei's notebook.

"Oh...... I know. Yan Fei sighed.

"Do you know who touched your computer?"

"No, I forgot to turn off my computer when I went out just now. I guess it was around that time that someone flipped through my computer. Yan Fei felt a little tired.

"Why don't you ask someone else?" Xiaoli looked around again, and just wanted to get up from her seat, but was stopped by Yan Fei.

"Forget it. There's no need, and even if you ask, no one will necessarily say it. ”

If things get bigger, she asked Wang Wenhong to find information, and everyone will know about it. She didn't want that.

Yan Fei felt that there was no need for this, and the materials sent by Wang Wenhong had not been downloaded, which was the most important thing.

Although Xiaoli didn't say anything in her mouth, she was wary of the people around her in her heart.

Peeking at someone else's computer, that's offending someone else's hidden. A private matter, this matter is not big, but it is not small.

If she knew who peeked at him, she would definitely scold him, and maybe call the police.

Yan Fei quickly put this matter behind her, and couldn't wait to click on the information from Wang Wenhong.

There is not much information from Wang Wenhong, only three. Two of them are the production costs of different animations, while the third analyzes the costs of different animations.

After reading these materials, Yan Fei finally understood why Yingyin spent so much money on the production of "Y's".

Zou Nan is right, different comics have different production costs.

Generally speaking, the production cost of animation with a younger audience is lower than that of an animation with an older audience.

This is because, in addition to selling animation, the former will also sell animation peripherals, but the latter mainly sells animation itself, and in order for the audience to consciously pay for it, the production of animation must be excellent.

In short, if Yingyin is asked to produce the animation of "Y's", the cost will be very high, and if the copyright fee is added further, the budget will indeed have a lot of pressure, after all, although Yingyin is not a small company, but at the same time, it is not necessary to make only one animation.

Alas, now it can only be up to the editor-in-chief to convince the old president.

Yan Fei rubbed her forehead and felt a sense of powerlessness.

After the lunch break, Yan Fei rubbed her eyes.

As soon as I poured a glass of boiling water, the landline phone on the desk rang.

Yan Fei hurriedly picked up the microphone, and the other party immediately asked.

"Hey, Xiao Yan?"

It's the editor-in-chief's voice.

"It's me."

"Come to the president's office, I'll be waiting for you here."

From the tone, it is impossible to judge whether the editor-in-chief's mood is good or bad.

Yan Fei replied and immediately stood up.

"Sister Yan, what's wrong?" Xiaoli said with a yawn.

"It's okay, sleep on you." Yan Fei touched Xiaoli's forehead, took the notepad, and walked out of the editorial office.

Knocking on the president's office, Yan Fei saw that there were only two people in the room.

Song Ren sat in the boss's chair, and the editor-in-chief stood next to the table, neither of them looked too good-looking, and they had obviously gone through a heated discussion.

"Yan Fei, I called you here for the animation production of "Y's", what my father and the editor-in-chief think, I already know, I want to know what you think about this now."

Yan Fei didn't expect Song Ren to get straight to the point, and she was a little speechless for a while.