Chapter 172 Peeping

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

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

"Where did you get this thing?"

"Yesterday, the person who met Yingyin outside gave it to me. Editor-in-Chief, is the data written on it real or fake? I don't know much about these. Didn't Young Master Song show you this material?" Yan Fei was surprised.

"No." The editor-in-chief quickly scanned the materials, "The production fee 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 the sea of ​​clouds."

"That person lied to me?" Yan Fei asked in surprise.

"That's not true..." The editor-in-chief scratched his head, "Different cities have different production costs. Moreover, Hongchuan painter's painting skills may be higher. Of course, the animation produced will be better. All I can say is, It’s worth the money. But I’d rather it be true.”

"Why?"

"How many fools are there to start a company? Before a plan is made, all kinds of budgets will be made in advance, including whether income and expenditure are balanced. If the profit of producing "ys" is large, there will not be only those few companies Yes. Before, I was also thinking about the reasons, but now it seems that the production cost may really be too high." The editor-in-chief speculated.

"Yingyin offered the highest price and the best conditions. I'm afraid that after the Chinese New Year, the popularity of "ys" will drop, and all costs will shrink." Yan Fei looked at the editor-in-chief, "What should we do now?"

The editor-in-chief looked through the document again, pondered for three or four minutes, and then looked up at Yan Fei, "Well, I'll ask someone to ask, if what's said above is true, I'll bring it up to the president. Strive to reach a cooperation with Yingyin."

"real?"

Yan Fei's heart suddenly relaxed.

The editor-in-chief called Song Ren "Song Shao", and only when addressing Song Tai would he say "President".

If Song Tai can intervene, from his point of view, he should be able to see the pros and cons of it.

Yan Fei returned to the office in a happy mood, and just as she sat down, Xiao Li hurried in.

After putting the handbag on the table, Xiaoli picked up the water glass and drank half of it "gudong gudong".

"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 beating wildly, but she couldn't stop.

"Do you know how difficult it was for me then?" Yan Fei smiled.

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

"What's the date?" Yan Fei asked.

"This weekend. Sister Yan, Teacher Zhou is looking forward to the first book signing." Xiaoli narrowed her eyes.

"Don't bully others." Yan Fei entered the password of the notebook, and clicked OK with the mouse.

"How is it possible? My baby is too late for him..."

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

"What's wrong? Sister Yan."

"Someone touched my computer." Yan Fei frowned.

"No way? Don't you have a password? I don't even know it." Xiaoli looked confused.

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

"Did you remember wrongly? Maybe no one moved at all." Xiao Li was puzzled.

"Impossible." Yan Fei shook her head, "This is the material someone sent me through the Penguin... However, the chat history between me and him yesterday appeared in the dialog box. Unless someone scrolls up on purpose, otherwise, These contents will not come out.”

Yan Fei received the document from Wang Wenhong, and her mood suddenly turned bad after she had just recovered.

Xiaoli looked around. Everyone in the room was working at their desks, and some of them were not in the office. It would be unrealistic to find out who flipped through Yan Fei's notebook.

"Oh... I see." Yan Fei sighed.

"Do you know who moved your computer?"

"No, when I went out just now, I forgot to turn off the computer. It must have been at that time, someone turned over my computer." Yan Fei felt a little tired.

"Why don't you ask someone else?" Xiaoli looked around again, just about to stand up from her seat, but was held back by Yan Fei.

"Forget it. It's not necessary. Even if you ask, no one will say it."

If things get serious, everyone will know that she asked Wang Wenhong to search for information. She doesn't want this.

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

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

Peeking at other people's computers is a violation of their privacy. It's not a big deal, but it's not a small thing.

If she finds out who peeped at him, she will definitely scold him, and maybe call the police.

Yan Fei quickly put the matter behind her, and couldn't wait to open the information sent by Wang Wenhong.

There are not many materials from Wang Wenhong, only three. Two of them are the production costs of different animations, while the third one analyzes the costs of different animations.

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

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

Generally speaking, animations with younger audiences cost less to produce than animations with older audiences.

This is because, in addition to selling animation, the former also sells animation peripherals, but the latter mainly sells animation itself. In order for the audience to consciously pay for DVDs and BDs, the animation must be well-produced.

In short, if Yingyin is asked to produce the animation of "ys", the cost will be very high. If the copyright fee is added, the budget will indeed have a lot of pressure. After all, Yingyin is not a small company, but at the same time, it may not Just do one animation.

Alas, now I can only see if the editor-in-chief can convince the old president.

Yan Fei rubbed her forehead, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

After lunch break, Yan Fei rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Just after pouring a glass of boiling water, the landline phone on the table rang.

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

"Hello, Xiaoyan?"

It's the editor's voice.

"it's me."

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

From the tone of voice, 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?" Xiao Li yawned and said.

"It's okay, just sleep with you." Yan Fei touched Xiaoli's forehead lightly, and walked out of the editorial office with a notepad.

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

Song Ren was sitting on the boss chair, and the editor-in-chief was standing by the table. Neither of them looked very good-looking. It was obvious that a heated discussion had already taken place.

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

Yan Fei didn't expect Song Ren to get straight to the point, and was at a loss for words for a while.