?

"Trust me? But...what's the use? Will "Cobsp;Future" believe me? Do other magazines and society believe me? Are there any magazines willing to accept my manuscripts?"

Faced with Zuo Yuan's question, Yan Fei couldn't answer either.

No matter how she said it, she was just an ordinary editor in charge. Even if she agrees with Zuo Yuan, it does not mean that the editor-in-chief agrees, let alone the magazine management.

For a cartoonist like Zuo Yuan who works hard for serialization, the magazine will not spend too much energy on him, because there are too many such authors, the magazine is a business, and the profit is the first.

Therefore, it is difficult for an author like Zuo Yuan who has no outstanding historical achievements and stains to be recognized by the magazine.

Seeing Yan Fei's reaction, Zuo Yuan knew that his situation was too difficult, and most people couldn't help him.

"Sorry, I said so many things that embarrass you." Zuo Yuan apologized.

"No, I didn't think about it." Yan Fei clenched her fists, but she also knew that if anger was useful, Zuo Yuan would have broken the sky long ago.

"I... tell you the whereabouts of 30,000 yuan. Teacher Yan, can you come over for a while?" Zuo Yuan walked toward the bedroom, Yan Fei thought for a while, got up and followed Zuo Yuan, and came inside.

But seeing Zuo Yuan holding the key, he opened the bedside table and took out 30,000 yuan from it.

Yan Fei was surprised, "Wait...You are not rich, why go to the construction site?"

"Teacher Yan, you are wrong. These money is only in my hands, but they are not my money. Do you understand?" Zuo Yuan looked up at Yan Fei, "These are Zheng Ping—the child’s mother’s money, not me. of."

How is this?

Yan Fei looked at Zuo Yuan with a haggard face, in disbelief.

Obviously they have already reached this point...How come there are such people in this world?

Regarding Zuo Yuan's decision, Yan Fei can't say whether it is good or bad, but it is certain that he should be a principled person.

"One more thing, can I ask you?" Yan Fei asked.

"Ok."

"The first story... Why is your first story a line draft, not a finished product? All the following are complete manuscripts?"

"Actually, the creation of this comic was accidental. It was originally a work I used to accumulate experience, so I only drew a line draft because I didn't have the money and time to draw more detailed. It wasn't until Duoman.com gave me a contract. It gave me the idea of ​​creating a comic. But the first three episodes have already drawn the line drafts, and the website also requires updates. I can only update the comics while revising the line drafts of the first three episodes..."

"You mean, there are three words in a manuscript like the first chapter?" Yan Fei asked in surprise.

"Actually, the revised version of the first chapter has been drawn almost. If there is no such thing, the original manuscript of the first chapter should have been completed, maybe I am creating the newest manuscript..."

"Wait a minute, you mean the first sentence is about to be revised?"

"Well, there are still some details missing." Zuo Yuan explained.

"Can I read the manuscript?" Yan Fei asked.

Zuo Yuan nodded, "These manuscripts are useless anyway."

The contract is on Duoman. In other words, it is impossible for any company to accept this manuscript except Duoman. This is what makes Zuo Yuan the most embarrassed.

Although the manuscript has been drawn, it cannot be serialized. This should be the most uncomfortable for the author, right?

Zuo Yuan searched for the manuscript on the desk, sorted it out, and handed it to Yan Fei.

Yan Fei read every page carefully, and I have to say that after tracing lines and reading paper online, readers are more likely to accept the comics.

If the completed draft of the first chapter can replace the original line draft, perhaps the ranking of "Minecraft" could be even better.

The more I read the comics, the less feeling Yan Fei felt.

Those who violate the rules go unpunished, but those who work hard are punished.

This bastard's world!

"Thank you. Let me know a lot of things." Yan Fei smiled reluctantly.

"It's okay. It's good if someone is willing to listen to me. Well, Teacher Xu...isn't he disappointed in me?" Zuo Yuan asked.

"Nothing..."

Yan Fei wants to persuade Zuo Yuan, but in the face of this matter, the attitude of her and several editors cannot influence the development of the situation.

Zuo Yuan is not her author, and "Minecraft" is not a work of "Cobsp; Future". She has no reason to focus on Zuo Yuan, but when she sees Zuo Yuan in front of her, she thinks she should help him.

Damn Wang Wenhong! If he didn't let himself go upstairs yesterday, there would be nothing like this!

Looking around, Yan Fei glanced at Zuo Yuan, who was dressed in dirty clothes. She took out her purse and took out the whole money in it, "I have some money here, you take it first..."

"Teacher Yan, do I still have 30,000 yuan in my room?"

"Why are you so rigid?" Yan Fei was a little annoyed.

"Perhaps? I also know that accepting the money is the best choice, but I really can't do it, go and take the money...Teacher, think about it, if I move the 30,000 yuan, I say I Didn't you swipe the ticket, do you still believe it?"

"..."

Yan Fei has nothing to say.

If Zuo Yuan really moved the money, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe what he said.

hateful! Why is it so difficult for people to live!

Yan Fei rubbed her forehead, "So... I want a copy of the original manuscript of the first episode. The five hundred yuan is the money for the copy, ok?"

"If you want a copy, I can give it, but I can't collect money-if it is received, it is equivalent to selling the manuscript. The contract does not allow the author to use the manuscript of this comic for private profit... You are here. But you can only circulate it privately, not online, otherwise, I can't bear the responsibility."

Yan Fei sighed, this is where the contract is unfair, but the author has nothing to do. If the contract is not signed, there will be no serialization and no profit.

What's more, even in a lawsuit, Zuo Yuan could not afford to pay the litigation fees or hire a lawyer. What's more, the trial period of the case is also very long, and procrastination can drag the author to death.

"I see." Yan Fei nodded weakly.

"Teacher Yan, can I ask one thing?"

"Huh? Can I...can still draw comics?" Zuo Yuan looked at Yan Fei.

"..." Yan Fei opened her mouth and could only give a vague answer, "Should...should it be possible?"

She didn't dare to be 100% sure of this kind of thing.

...

Shen Xin worked all day in front of the workbench, and the mobile phone placed on the desk was quiet all day, as if yesterday's ~lightnovelpub.net~ had never happened.

After dinner, the phone still did not move, which made Shen Xin wonder if his phone was broken.

Whether his guess about being “swiped” is true or not, there should always be an answer, right? No response so far, why?

Shen Xin was confused.

"Ding Dong."

There was a sudden sound of the door, and Liu Rui got up and opened the door.

Shen Xin glanced downstairs. It was Wang Wenhong who came first, and then... he helped Yan Fei and walked into the studio.

"What's wrong with Sister Yan?"

"I'm drunk." Wang Wenhong asked Liu Rui to come over to help and help Yan Fei to rest on the sofa on the first floor. "Auntie is there? Could you make a bowl of sober soup."

"..."

Shen Xin looked at Yan Fei lying on the sofa with a depressed expression. Did she forget something?