Chapter 61: Being Dug Up

Christmas is approaching, and the sales volume of "Y's" continues to rise. On Christmas Day, it is locked at 200,000 copies. And the serialization of "Y's" has also entered a stable period, the conflicts are no longer as intense as in the previous episodes, and the results have also tended to be stable.

On Christmas Day, Shen Xin plans to invite people she knows to have a meal together, and wait until New Year's Day for another day off.

Long hours of high-intensity work can also make people feel tired.

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

Therefore, Shen Xin could only invite Sister Yan, Ji Yinxuan, Yang Bo, and Xi Muhan to Huaxia Restaurant for dinner.

Seeing Ji Yinxuan for the first time, Yan Fei also looked confused, but after the introduction, Yan Fei immediately showed enthusiasm.

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

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

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

"What happened in three weeks? The single volume of "Shaky" was released a month earlier than "Y's", and after two rounds of promotion, it has only sold 200,000 copies now." Yan Fei said dissatisfied.

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

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

"These are small things. You have helped me a lot, and retweeting is just a matter of hand." Ji Yinxuan lightly drank a cup of black tea.

Xi Muhan frowned slightly when he heard that he didn't have his name. Shen Xin quickly added: "Xiaohan also worked very hard and helped me a lot. Anyway, thank you everyone. I have to paint tomorrow, and today I will replace wine with tea. Thank you everyone. "

Xi Muhan nodded immediately, she still has some value.

"How many pages of drawings are there for this story?" Yan Fei asked.

"Three pages, tomorrow night, it should be about 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 something, 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 laughed.

"Actually, I'm also urging, but this 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'll see if I can make it up first." Yan Fei asked.

"40,000?" Shen Xin said.

Yang Bo swallowed his saliva after hearing this, "Old Shen, next time I'll hang out with you, okay?"

"Get lost, play your game well." Shen Xin scolded with a smile.

"I...you are really willing. The 8% royalties, you only get a few hundred thousand, and after deducting personal tax, it is only a little over a hundred thousand." Yan Fei complained.

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

"If you need money, I can pay." Ji Yinxuan said after a long time of silence.

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

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

"He's measured, and I think he's doing the right thing." Xi Muhan narrowed his eyes.

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

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

the next day,

As usual, Shen Xin came to the studio to draw ink lines on the manuscript.

Qiao Yu quit another cartoonist's job, and now her submission has been rejected, so she has to find another job. In order to take care of the children, Ruan Ying also quit another job. So they come to the studio at a slightly different time than before, but they still come in the afternoon on Thursdays.

It should have been the same this time, but at two o'clock, the two of them still hadn't arrived.

At first, Shen Xin thought there was a traffic jam on the road, but then she remembered that Qiao Yu commutes to get off work by bicycle and rarely gets stuck in traffic; and Ruan Ying is also a person who is very sensitive to time, if there is really a traffic jam on the road, she should call.

Could something happen on the way?

Shen Xin called the mobile phones of the two, but no one answered.

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

He had a vague premonition, and just wanted to call Yan Fei.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Shen Xin breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still full of anger, "Why did you come so late today? Sister Yan is coming soon?"

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

"Eh? Why is it you?" Shen Xin frowned slightly. The person he wanted to see the most was not Yan Fei, but two assistants.

"Receive the manuscript, and then... send the money." Yan Fei patted the satchel, "Thank me, the president didn't want to give it at first, it was me who worked hard, so I got it."

Yan Fei entered the room, looked at the empty studio, and was a little surprised, "Is today Thursday? Where are the two of them?"

"I don't know." Shen Xin shook her head, "I can't contact them."

"What are they doing? Don't you know that manuscripts will be collected today?" Yan Fei frowned, and when she saw Shen Xin with a warm and angry face, she quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll contact them now."

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

"What do they mean?" Shen Xin asked.

"They said..." After reading the text message, Yan Fei's face turned pale, and after confirming the content of the text message again, she murmured, "They... quit."

"What do you mean?" Shen Xin asked in surprise, with a blank face.

"They said they resigned... Just 10 minutes ago, blame me. Just now I was so busy walking that I forgot to look at my phone." Yan Fei clenched her fists, frowned, and quickly called the two people's phones, and the message " "Shutdown", "These two bastards... turned off the phone!"

Yan Fei gritted her teeth, a blush crawled 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 or the magazine, and he might resign with just one phone call.

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

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

Yan Fei shook her head again and again, but couldn't figure out the reason, "How is the manuscript? Can you keep up with it?"

"There are still three pages. If you don't sleep, you can barely make it tomorrow afternoon?"

The most time-consuming part of the drawing is the background, usually Ruan Ying is in charge, Shen Xin has to draw it herself, and the time to finish the drawing will be doubled later.

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

"It's in a paper bag." Shen Xin's mind was in a mess, she sat back in her seat, looked at the manuscript on the drawing board, held the G pen, but couldn't write for a long time.

"Mr. Shen, how many pages did you say?" Yan Fei counted the manuscripts and raised her head to ask.

"Should it be 17 pages? I counted them yesterday."

"Only 15 pages." Yan Fei said in surprise.

"What?" Shen Xin got up quickly, took the manuscript from Yan Fei, counted it carefully, and sure enough, there were only 15 pages, her back felt cold, and she gritted her teeth, "Pages 3 and 8 are missing."