After buying back the coffee, Yan Fei also started her own work.

In terms of painting, she couldn't help much, so she could only take advantage of this time to find a new assistant.

The list of assistants, according to their abilities and with reference to the character of the assistants, is sorted from high to low.

Unconsciously, Yan Fei's eyes were sleepy, and her consciousness gradually blurred, and when she woke up, Yang Bo also fell asleep on the table, with a coat on her body, and before falling asleep, Xi Muhan, who was sitting next to her and blackened the original manuscript, was nowhere to be seen at the moment, and should have gone to the bedroom to rest.

Under the dim light, only Shen Xin was still holding the G pen to draw, and there were four empty coffee bottles next to the workbench.

Yan Fei stood up, crept to the water dispenser, poured a cup of hot water, and put it beside Shen Xin, while her eyes looked at the original manuscript on the drawing board.

The more complex backgrounds are painted with ink lines, and at this moment, Shen Xin is pasting the original manuscript with dot paper, and the beautiful pen used for blackening is also placed in Shen Xin's hand.

Putting away the net cutting knife, Shen Xin pressed the net paper with the net pressing knife again, and then took a breath, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Fei standing beside him.

"Take a sip of hot water."

"Thank you." Shen Xin stretched his waist, picked up the teacup, and took a sip, "You'd better go and rest first, right?" ”

"I just woke up, when are you going to rest?" Yan Fei asked.

"Me? Tonight at the earliest, right? Shen Xin put down the teacup, picked up the beauty pen, and began to blacken.

Yan Fei bowed slightly, picked up the teacup, turned around and returned to the workbench, yawned, and continued to sort out the list of assistants, after it was done, it was already four o'clock in the morning, Yan Fei also put on a piece of clothing and lay down to rest.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like footsteps were ringing in my ears.

Yan Fei sat up in a daze, rubbed her face, Xi Muhan sat beside her again, and Yang Bo also picked up the net cutter and cut off the suitable dot paper.

"I'm going to cook......" Yan Fei stood up.

"No, I bought food from outside and put it in the kitchen. Sister Yan, if you're hungry, you can go eat, right? Xi Muhan turned his head and smiled.

"Oh...... Yes? Thank you. ”

Originally, I wanted to "show my hand", but now I can only give up.

Yan Fei had breakfast and left the studio in a hurry.

In terms of painting, she couldn't help Shen Xin, so she could only hope to help Shen Xin find an assistant as soon as possible.

The studio is not a place to make phone calls, so Yan Fei returned to the car, took the list that had been lined up before, and contacted them one by one.

However, things didn't go well.

Yan Fei can judge which assistants are better, and other editors also know. Therefore, a powerful assistant is naturally a strange thing to live in, and it is impossible not to receive work.

Some assistants have returned to their hometowns because the Spring Festival is approaching. She can't wait until the end of the year to find an assistant for Shen Xin, right?

The last group of assistants were blacklisted by Yan Fei.

Let's not talk about the painting skills of these people, but their professionalism is not good. She had previously introduced some of them to jobs, but was complained by cartoonists that they were either lazy or had a bad idea of female assistants.

Resolutely not to look for them.

"There's really no way, do you want to go to a comic school to hire students?"

Yan Fei rubbed her forehead and thought for a long time, but she had no clue.

In the final analysis, Yunhai's comic industry is too small. If you are in Hongchuan, it is estimated that there will not be so many troubles. I really can't find it, so I can invite those cartoonists who have been cut in half and are not too demanding to be assistants.

"The cartoonist who was cut in half?"

Yan Fei patted her forehead.

There are not many cartoonists in Yunhai City who have the ability to serialize, and even if they are cut in half, they will not act as assistants to other cartoonists if they are afraid of their own face.

"Y's" has a good momentum, but in the eyes of these cartoonists, Shen Xin is like a child, and he is their junior, let them act as an assistant to Shen Xin, and they will not be willing to live or die.

In addition to these cartoonists, there is also a group of people who also have good strength, that is, those who are eager to be serialized.

Yan Fei stepped on the accelerator, two black smoke came out from under the tires, and the black sedan rushed into the asphalt like a black lightning.

Along the way, Yan Fei barely slowed down, and many times she passed by other cars.

When the editor-in-chief saw Yan Fei return to the editorial office, he immediately stood up from his seat.

"Can Mr. Shen catch up?"

"I'm not sure, Mr. Shen hasn't slept all night, and he's still working hard. By the way, editor-in-chief, is Wang Wenhong behind the scenes? Yan Fei asked.

"Now, judging by the information I have, he is the most likely. But please don't tell Mr. Shen yet, time is too tight. Or wait until tomorrow, right? I'll take advantage of this time to make sure. The editor-in-chief looked at Yan Fei, who was sweating profusely, "You came here, didn't you specifically ask me about this?" ”

"It's not. Editor-in-chief, I'd like to see the contact information of the contestants. ”

"Huh?" The editor-in-chief was stunned for a moment, and then thought of one thing, "Are you thinking about ......?"

"I want to find two suitable painters to serve as assistants to Mr. Shen." Yan Fei said.

The editor-in-chief 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 they refuse, you almost don't have to persuade them. ”

"I know." Yan Fei picked up the key and turned to leave.

Xiaoli saw Yan Fei walk out of the editorial office, and also got up and followed.

"Sister Yan." Xiaoli trotted to catch up with Yan Fei.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry...... If I had said it earlier, maybe Mr. Shen wouldn't have been so troublesome. Xiaoli looked confused.

"It's none of your business. No one expected Wang Wenhong to come to this hand. Yan Fei stopped.

"Sister Yan, there are hundreds of short story submissions, you are really too slow to check alone, let me help you?" Xiaoli said.

"Thanks, please." Yan Fei bowed slightly.

It's not difficult to check the contact information, but most of the artists' originals are still temporarily stored in the archives, so it can be tedious to check the originals.

In particular, after experiencing this incident, Yan Fei hopes to find an assistant with outstanding character, at least there will be no inexplicable resignation. As a result, she prefers to find newcomers who have no experience in serialization than outstanding painters.

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 breathed a sigh of relief, and now she can at least relax.

"Sister Yan, drink saliva first, don't be too anxious." Xiaoli handed over a cup of hot water.

After Yan Fei drank it in one gulp, she put the teacup on the table, "Thank you, Xiaoli, don't worry about this matter, hurry back to the editing room." ”

"You're going to Teacher Shen?" Xiaoli asked.

"Yes, I must get the manuscript before 12 o'clock, and, if I have time, I will contact these artists first to confirm their intentions." Yan Fei stood up, patted Xiaoli on the shoulder, and quickly left the storage room.