said it was near the parking lot. In fact, there is still some distance from the parking lot, but it is the only way from the parking lot to the live broadcast hall.

Considering that it was late at night, Shang Haozhi just ordered two cups of black tea with two snacks.

After the refreshments were over, Yan Fei took the initiative and said, "Editor-in-chief Shang is looking for me, what can I do?"

"Hehe...actually nothing. The domestic comics industry has been calm for a long time. It is really surprising that Mr. Shen can stand out from many young cartoonists and stand on the domestic stage. As Mr. Shen's editor, Miss Yan can be said to be It's a tribute." Shang Haozhi put Yan Fei's business card into the card holder and said softly.

"This is the result of Mr. Shen's own efforts, and it has little to do with me-good editors can train good cartoonists, but they can't train top cartoonists."

Yan Fei was holding coffee cups in both hands.

Shen Xin won the "Newcomer Award" and won this year's "Newcomer King", which once made her think it was an illusion. She didn't feel real until Shen Xin came to her with a heavy trophy.

At that moment, Yan Fei even felt that she was the happiest editor in the world, and her author stood at the top of domestic newcomers.

But she also knew that the reason why Shen Xin received the "Newcomer Award" did not have much to do with her. Her role was not even comparable to that of Wang Wenhong. Therefore, in addition to happiness, there was also a bit of loss in her heart.

Shang Haozhi didn't know this. He thought Yan Fei was modest, so he took a sip of black tea and continued, "Miss Yan, what kind of magazine do you think "icfuture" is?"

"What kind of magazine? A very powerful magazine, the first domestic comic book, right? Many excellent comics come from "icfuture". This magazine is a place that many cartoonists yearn for."

Yan Fei rejects these words in her heart because they are flattering, but this is what she really thinks about "icfuture".

"Perhaps, everyone else sees "icfuture" like this, but only we know that "icfuture" also has a crisis." Shang Haozhi sighed.

"Crisis? Is there any?" Yan Fei asked in surprise.

"Yes." Shang Haozhi nodded, "The people who buy the magazine are the customers, but what they buy is not the magazine itself, but the content on it. Otherwise, there is no difference between "icfuture" and "newworld". That is to say, what the customer bought It is the work of a cartoonist. But the cartoonist does not directly contact the reader. The bridge between the two is the editor... Let's put it this way, Miss Yan. There is a space in our magazine. If you are interested, you can try it. "

In an instant, Yan Fei's heart beat rapidly.

Being invited by the editor-in-chief of "icfuture" is an honor to her, and it is more like a dream.

Is she too lucky today?

"I..." Yan Fei coughed dryly, somewhat incoherently, "I..."

"Isn't Miss Yan unwilling." Shang Haozhi asked.

"No... I'm sorry, I'll have a sip of tea first."

Yan Fei tried her best to calm her excitement while drinking tea. Before she knew it, the cup had bottomed out.

"I was a little excited just now. "icfuture" also has a special meaning for comic editors." Yan Fei tried to keep smiling as much as possible, her hands shaking slightly while holding the cup.

"Then when are you going to come?" Shang Haozhi asked.

Yan Fei shook her head, "The invitation from President Shang is a recognition of me. I am very happy. However, I am now the editor in charge of Teacher Shen, and I cannot leave him."

"So..." Shang Haozhi rubbed his forehead with a tangled look. After about half a minute, he said, "Let's do it, then... let Teacher Shen come here too, can't you? So you can cooperate again."

Although this is his goal, he must show that he has gone through a difficult choice and "has no choice" before digging out people, rather than collecting "talent."

After all, as soon as Shen Zheng won the prize here, he immediately poached people away, and it seemed...too much.

He has to care about the opinions of others.

""Ys" has more than a year to end. Teacher Shen will not leave before it is over," Yan Fei said in a tangled voice.

God tmd for more than a year!

The tea in Shang Haozhi's mouth almost came out.

This time is too long, right?

"Ahem, you can't communicate with him, let him make some progress?" Shang Haozhi puzzled.

"President Shang, I will not interfere with the cartoonist’s progress. Moreover, he will not change his attitude towards comics for the immediate benefit. Otherwise, if one day someone wants to dig him from "icfuture", you too Will you have a headache?"

Yan Fei knew that Shen Xin wanted to go to the big platform, but she also knew that it was after the end of "y’s".

Shang Haozhi nodded slightly, he did dig the foot of others, but this does not mean that he likes to be digged by others.

"Then... we can only postpone the cooperation for another year." Shang Haozhi was a little bit cold.

This is probably what I mean by taking advantage of happiness and returning after defeat.

"If... you really want to edit, I can recommend someone." Yan Fei coughed lightly, "He helped "ys". Although I don't like his style of work, he still has a good one. ability."

Shang Haozhi wanted to say goodbye, but out of politeness, he asked one more question, "Who?"

"Wang Wenhong. Teacher Shen thanked him when he accepted the award."

After Yan Fei mentioned it, Shang Haozhi got an impression, "I remember...Where is he now?"

"Working as a waiter at Junhao Hotel."

"Eh? Waiter? What I want is an editor." Shang Haozhi said patiently.

"I know that before he became a waiter, he was indeed an editor. By the way, he arranged part of the comics of Junhao Hotel. But other than that, he didn't do anything."

"Fuck (slot)...he put it!?" Shang Hao was desperate and almost burst into foul language.

He had no objection to the award of "ys", and Qiu Gongyu also recognized this result, indicating that "ys" is indeed better than "Hunting Abyss". Moreover, judging by his eyes, "ys" is indeed better than "Hunting Abyss".

but--

Why not put "ys" in his bedroom? No~lightnovelpub.net~ He must meet this bastard.

Shang Haozhi was brooding about this matter.

When the conversation between the two people came to an end, Song Ren got out of the car and passed by the coffee shop. He turned his head and saw Yan Fei inadvertently.

Yan Fei? Isn't she in the live broadcast lobby? Why is she in the coffee shop?

Also... the person opposite her is familiar...

Song Ren stopped, thinking of the person opposite Yan Fei, and suddenly remembered that this person was the editor-in-chief of "icfuture".

They are sitting together, what do you want to talk about?

Song Ren was a little bit up and had an urge to rush into the coffee shop. At this moment, the phone he was holding in his hand vibrated.

He glanced at the phone screen, found that it was the old man, and subconsciously connected the call.

At the moment of the connection, he remembered that he had not yet arrived in the live broadcast room.

"Hey, Dad, I am now..."

"I'm not your dad!" The other side interrupted Song Ren directly.

"Who are you? Where's my dad?" Song Ren said silently, feeling a chill on his back.

"Oh, your dad is in the hospital and his heart attack has relapsed. He is still in the emergency room for rescue."

"what?"

Song Ren immediately felt dizzy and his phone dropped to the ground.