The editor in chief saw Yan Fei a little nervous, so he coughed dryly.

"Don't be nervous, I have asked someone about the plan of Yingyin. There are some discrepancies in it. It may also be because different production companies have different requirements for quality. Yingyin's requirements will be higher. So, It is generally certain that it is true. Moreover, the person also said that the 2 million copyright fee is more reasonable. Therefore, I agree with Yingyin’s plan. The president’s meaning is similar to me. But he took this one. The decision-making power is left to Song Shao."

Give it to Song Ren?

Yan Fei's heart suddenly felt cold, could something happen?

"I am also hesitating now. The price of two million is considered middle, right? Say no more, say less. But I always feel that two million is not appropriate for a'newcomer award' work. "

"Why is it inappropriate?" Yan Fei asked quickly.

"That said, the price is a bit low, so I want to hear your explanation."

Song Ren stared at Yan Fei, which made her feel a kind of disgust.

"I have checked some of the information and basically agree with the above. Considering the theme of "ys", if it is made into an animation, it will be difficult to broadcast in the prime time of the TV station, and the resulting profit is not as good as other boy comics. I have seen it. The quotation of similar animation is basically less than 2 million.

"In addition, Mr. Shen just won the'Newcomer Award' for "ys", and his popularity is booming. After a while, everyone's enthusiasm for "ys" will dissipate, and the price will be lower. If you use animation to improve magazines and The sales of single-page books are also a good thing for the development of the magazine."

Yan Fei said all the reasons he could think of.

"In other words, do you agree with selling animation copyrights?" Song Ren asked.

"Yes." Yan Fei nodded.

"Sorry, I don't agree." Song Ren replied.

Yan Fei immediately looked at the editor-in-chief, and the editor-in-chief's expression changed drastically.

"Song Shao, you didn't say that just now." The editor-in-chief said in a deep voice.

Song Ren shook his finger, "Uncle Zhang, listen to me to finish. Yan Fei, I want to ask you, where did you get the information you just mentioned?"

"From a friend," Yan Fei said.

"Friend? A friend of the big magazine, right?" Song Ren sneered.

Yan Fei immediately felt that there was something in Song Ren's words, "Song Shao, what do you mean?"

The editor-in-chief was taken aback for a moment, and then defended Yan Fei: "Ahem...Xiao Yan had participated in the comics festival before, and maybe I met a few friends in Hongchuan."

"Oh, I have met a few friends..." Song Ren's tone was a little yin and yang, "Yes, I went to Hongchuan to make friends, after all, for the development of the company. Although I don't want to, I have to accompany them. Drinking, dancing, and sometimes accompany them late at night, but also send them home. In this way, it is still not as good as Miss Yan, and calmly made friends with the editor-in-chief of "icfuture"."

"The editor-in-chief of "icfuture"? Isn't it?" The editor-in-chief repeatedly shook his head.

How could a young editor of a second-rate magazine know the editor-in-chief of the first issue of comics?

"Ask her yourself!" Song Renmeng patted the table and glared at Yan Fei. "Ask her, after the comics festival, who she is chatting with in the coffee shop! Teacher Shen just won the prize, you can't wait to pull "icfuture" The editor-in-chief of ”is eating! Yan Fei, people are doing it, the sky is watching! Don’t think that people will not know this little action! There is no impermeable wall in the world!"

Yan Fei opened her mouth a few times. She didn't know why Song Ren knew about this, but it didn't matter because she couldn't explain it clearly.

She can tell others that she didn't know Shang Haozhi before that, it was Shang Haozhi who found her and invited her to drink coffee.

Does anyone believe it?

The editor-in-chief of the first issue of the manga will invite a little-known editor?

joke!

She can also tell others that she directly declined the invitation of "icfuture".

Does anyone believe it?

The editor-in-chief of "icfuture" personally invited, whether it is salary bonus, working environment, or cartoonists contacted, compared with "newworld", it is very different.

Is it stupid not to change jobs with such an opportunity?

Although these are true, it is like a lie...no, like a fairy tale.

Yan Fei looked at the shocked editor-in-chief and quickly explained: "Editor-in-chief, I didn't promise him. We were just drinking a cup of tea."

"Look, admit it? Have a cup of tea? Why didn't he invite me?" Song Ren sneered.

"How do I know? If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Yan Fei also became angry.

"Ask him? I need to know his phone number. Besides, he doesn't necessarily have time for a cup of tea to help you with this lie." Song Ren gritted his teeth.

"I'm saying it again, I didn't lie!" Yan Fei lined her hands on the table, staring at Song Ren angrily.

The editor-in-chief pressed his hands on the table and took two deep breaths, "Song Shao. I think...this matter...is nothing. Everyone is in the same industry, and it is common for the elders to meet with the younger generations. Moreover... Mr. Shen is The author of Xiaoyan, maybe he just wants to ask Xiaoyan what unique experience he has as a young editor."

"Really? The editor-in-chief of "icfuture" has to ask about young editors' experience? Maybe Yan Fei really has any ‘unique’ methods?" Song Ren sneered.

The editor-in-chief blushed. To be honest, he didn't believe the explanation just now. But with his understanding of Yan Fei, she would not do such a thing. What's more, for nearly a month, Yan Fei's work has been the same as usual, and she has not been passively sabotaged.

"I'm just as Uncle Zhang said something reasonable, but Yan Fei, how do you explain this thing?" Song Ren took out two pieces of paper from the drawer and handed them to the editor-in-chief and Yan Fei. I really thought it was made up by someone else."

Yan Fei felt a little flustered. She didn't know what Song Ren would bring out, but when she got her hands, her back immediately cooled down.

What is printed on the paper is a photo, and the content of the photo is a penguin dialog box.

...

"...After all, "ys" still suffers from the platform's losses. How about? Do you and Mr. Shen want to come to "icfuture"? I have agreed with the editor-in-chief. As long as you finish over there, you can come here. "

...

This is the transcript of the chat between Yan Fei and Wang Wenhong last night. This sentence was typed by Wang Wenhong at the time, and she didn't care much, so she responded with "Don't trouble".

"Did you flip through my notebook?" Yan Fei remembered what happened this morning, her eyes bloodshot with anger.

"Don't pour dirty water on me! It was given to me by someone else!" Song Ren patted the table and glared at Yan Fei, "I wanted to bear you, but what did you do? Help others dig Teacher Shen Are you worthy of "newworld"? If you don't know, you can't do anything! Yan Fei, what else do you have to say?"

"Xiaoyan...what's going on?" the editor-in-chief asked in surprise.

"Editor-in-chief, it's not what you think." Yan Fei shook her head again and again~lightnovelpub.net~ By the way, Uncle Zhang, do you know who is talking to her? "Song Ren asked.

"Listen to what you mean, I know?" The editor-in-chief asked puzzled.

"More than knowing each other, everyone is familiar. I checked his Penguin, and it happened to be Wang Wenhong. Yan Fei, you contact Wang Wenhong, does Teacher Shen know?" Song Ren asked.

Yan Fei shook her head. She didn't know why she was like this. All the spearheads were directed at her, but she didn't even have a chance to explain.

"Fortunately, I found out in time and didn't cause a big mistake. Yan Fei, "newworld" doesn't need a person like you, let's go!" Song Ren said coldly.

The editor-in-chief opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know how to defend Yan Fei.

Yan Fei bit her lip, forced her tears to not fall from her eye sockets, bowed to the editor-in-chief, and slightly nodded at Song Ren sarcastically.

"Song Ren, you can pour sewage on me, I have nothing to say. But I can swear that I absolutely didn't do anything sorry for the magazine. You let me go, no problem, I hope you don't regret it."

Tears rolled in Yan Fei's eyes, but they never fell.

"How can I regret one less food?" Song Ren gritted his teeth, "I will pay you the salary for the next two months. I will do my best to every employee!"

Yan Fei nodded slightly, her nails deeply embedded in the notepad, without saying a word, turned and left the office.