Chapter 193: Returning to Hongchuan

In the blink of an eye, it is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Xi Muhan is going back to Yunhai to prepare for the start of the new semester, and Shen Xin is going to Hongchuan to start a new life.

Su Han stayed up for three days and nights, and after finishing the text, he returned to Hongchuan one step ahead of schedule.

Ji Yinxuan hastily picked out dozens of pages of character designs, and accompanied Xi Muhan on the plane to the sea of ​​clouds.

At the end of the new year, it was extremely difficult to buy air tickets. With the help of Ji Yinxuan, Shen Xin finally caught up with the last flight on the sixth day.

After getting off the plane, the cold wind made Shen Xin shiver.

To be honest, Hongchuan can be regarded as the south, but compared with Yushui, it is still more than ten degrees worse.

Shen Xin hurriedly hailed a taxi, found a decent hotel, and stayed temporarily.

This time is no better than the last time I came to Hongchuan, because there is no place to stay, so this time I come here, there is no destination at all.

Of course, Shen Xin also knows that finding a house to rent is the most important thing.

He came to Hongchuan and was unfamiliar with the place, so the magazine wanted to provide some necessary help.

Waking up early the next day, Shen Xin contacted Wang Wenhong.

"I'm still on my way... Please wait a day. By the way, what kind of house do you want?"

"What kind of house?" Shen Xin thought for a while, "Quiet, far away from the busy city, a little bigger, and I may also build a studio. By the way, the price must be reasonable. I don't want to pay the rent without salary. assistant salary."

"I see, I will give you news tomorrow." Wang Wenhong agreed without hesitation.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Xin also searched for several more suitable houses on the Internet, but the prices were quite impressive, all of which were above 6,000.

In the end, Shen Xin decided to take a look at the house Wang Wenhong was looking for before making a decision.

Wang Wenhong was very punctual, so he called at noon the next day, gave Shen Xin an address, and asked him to take a taxi.

The place Wang Wenhong said was far from the hotel, almost across the entire Hongchuan City. Shen Xin got out of the taxi and found that it was a community with a very good environment.

According to Wang Wenhong's prompt, Shen Xin came downstairs on the 17th floor. Just as she was about to contact Wang Wenhong again, Wang Wenhong pushed open the door downstairs, "Come in quickly."

"How many floors?" Shen Xin asked curiously.

"The top floor is a two-story compound building. The lower floor can be used as an assistant's studio, and the second floor can be used as your studio and residence, completely separated from the downstairs." Wang Wenhong took Shen Xin's luggage box, led Shen Xin into the elevator, and pressed down to the 25th floor.

"How much is the rent?" Shen Xin asked.

"120,000 a year. I think, if Mr. Shen's periodicals are relatively long, it's better to rent them for a few more years, so as not to increase the rent in time."

This price is much more expensive than those houses that Shen Xin saw, but those houses are all 120 square meters of suites, which are different from compound buildings.

The elevator door opened, Shen Xin followed Wang Wenhong up the stairs, and finally came to the compound building.

The door opened, and Shen Xin's eyes lit up.

The lower floor of this compound building is large enough to accommodate five or six workbenches, computers, printers and other equipment, and perhaps a sofa. The ceiling is a semicircle, and an extra piece protrudes from the aisle on the second floor, enough to accommodate two workbenches.

Outside the first floor, there is another small balcony, which is useful for drying clothes.

If we talk about the disadvantages, it is that there is not much furniture. Except for wardrobes, beds, and a few chairs, there are very few other furniture in the room.

But this is also good, so as not to move the workbench when the time comes, and make room for it.

"Where is the owner?" Shen Xin asked.

"Not here. Let's talk about the contract of the magazine first. If the contract is not negotiated, you will rent the house for nothing, right?" Wang Wenhong explained.

"Yes." Shen Xin nodded.

Wang Wenhong was right. If you rent a house and the contract is not negotiated, then you are really blind.

"So, you are my editor?" Shen Xin asked back.

"You also know that this year has been difficult for me, so just give it a chance." Wang Wenhong clasped his hands together and smiled wryly.

He resigned last year, the "dreamer" who left, and only reunited with Shen Xin after the New Year this year. It is not too much to say that it has been a year.

"I hope we can have a good cooperation." Shen Xin stretched out her hand.

"Do my best to make the next work the most popular cartoon of "ic future." Wang Wenhong held Shen Xin's hand tightly, his face full of confidence.

Wang Wenhong took out the contract from the document bag, handed it to Shen Xin in duplicate.

The thickness of the "ic future" contract is almost equivalent to two "new world" contracts. The clauses in it are densely packed, and most of the conceivable situations are listed.

"This contract is slightly different from the contracts of other cartoonists. The two things you said to the editor-in-chief, such as not interfering with the end of the work, and only signing a comic contract with the magazine... These are all written in the contract. At the same time, the magazine The conditions of the club, the article that the work must be completed is also written in it." Wang Wenhong explained to Shen Xin one by one.

Shen Xin looked at it very seriously, and Wang Wenhong explained it in detail.

"The last is the manuscript fee. "IC Future" only Mr. Wang Yunze received a manuscript fee of 600 yuan per page. This is because he won the 'Best Long-form Comic Award' before he was eligible, and the others were only 500 yuan at most. The color page is 15 times that of the black and white page, the royalty is 10%, and other corresponding copyright fees are stated in the contract."

Shen Xin nodded.

Although it seems to be similar to the contract with "New World", the single-page manuscript fee is slightly higher, and the royalties have been increased from 8% to 10%, but the volume of the two magazines is completely different, and the sales volume of the single volume is not at the same level. Generally speaking, The contract is more real than "new world".

"Correspondingly, the assistant's fee is also higher than that of Hongchuan. No accommodation is provided, but meals and transportation expenses are provided."

Shen Xin nodded slightly. After doing this calculation, although she earns a lot, she also spends a lot. Considering that "Soul of Chess" is more troublesome than other types of comics, three assistants should be necessary. The cost of being an assistant for a month is not a small amount of expenses, after deducting income tax and rent, and hiring a supervisor...

Wait, you won't make ends meet, will you?

"Mr. Shen, what's the matter?" Wang Wenhong asked quickly when he saw Shen Xin's face change slightly.

"How much does it cost to buy this house?" Shen Xin asked.

"This house?" Wang Wenhong looked around, "Well, although it is on the edge of the city, I estimate that it should cost about 5 million."

Shen Xin rolled her eyes, she couldn't buy it for the time being.

"Fourty thousand in four years." Shen Xin said suddenly.

"What?"

Hearing Shen Xin's sudden words, Wang Wenhong didn't react.

"I mean, if four years and 400,000 yuan can be negotiated, I will rent for four years." Shen Xin looked at Wang Wenhong seriously.

"Four years?"

Wang Wenhong's eyes lit up. Since Shen Xin said so, then this comic will take more than three years to draw.

"No problem, I will be able to talk." Wang Wenhong was ecstatic in his heart, and immediately said while patting his chest.

"By the way, I have one more thing." Shen Xin pondered a little earlier, then raised her head and said.

"Tell me." Wang Wenhong asked.

"Where is the library?"

Wang Wenhong's eyelids twitched.

library? It doesn't seem too close.