Mingyu Ankang is sick and he hopes to hear from the doctor that his illness is because of his lack of fatigue and he needs to be treated in the hospital for a long time. Moreover, even if he is out of the hospital in the future, he will not be able to do very tired work.

Ai Fei felt distressed, and the other was guilty: Niaoyu Ankang was not a few years older than his, and now he is only Shi Sui. He was in his prime, but he suffered from hepatitis caused by fatigue. It can be said that he was all caused by himself. Over the years, he has handed over the editorial department to him, and he has no more effort. Whether it is typesetting, publishing, distribution, or visits to sales points in various places, he is responsible for management and responsibility. Although there is no problem with income, his body that cannot get rest can finally be supported!

However, Niaoyu Ankang was very open-minded. The man lying on the hospital bed had more smiles than in the company, which was beyond my sight: "Don't talk like this, sir, if you have such a situation, I can only say that I am inferior to you."

"Yi?"

"Isn't it? You can completely trust your subordinates and leave the work to them, but I can't.

So, I can only do it myself.”

Ai Fei smiled: "Will Niaoyu Jun help others to help others at home?"

Niaoyu Yuji Poyan smiled: "Where is it! He doesn't know how boring he is at home! Even with his children, he won't have much to say."

"Oh, how are the kids?"

"Thank you for your concern! Xiao Sujun is now helping with my mother to take care of her, and everything is fine."

"I hope I won't disturb the child, right?" Ai Fei patted Niaoyu's arms exposed outside the sheet: "I will be responsible for the work for the time being, so you don't have to worry."

"Are you responsible? Then, where is the TV station?"

"So I'm a very smart guy! It's much easier to handle things by moving the TV station and the company to the same building." Ai Fei smiled proudly: "But, Niaoyujun, you have to get better soon. I can only work for you for the time being, and more things will be solved when you come back!"

The man on the hospital bed and the two women standing next to him were stunned at the same time: Why do you talk to the patient like this? At this time, did you not forget to increase the troubles in your heart?

As if she hadn't seen her, Ai Fei continued to say to herself: "Oh, I forgot to tell you that in view of the current situation that readers have reported, I want to put one of my long-standing ideas into writing, and initially named it "Detective Conan", or simply "Conan".

"Oriyu Ankang blinked in confusion: "Conan? Is it a name for a person? Does anyone in Japan call such a name?"

"Yes, I know. But the structure of this story is a bit complicated. It's probably like this." I only picked up a few passages of Conan's story and told Touyu Ankang, especially after the poison was poured in the northern people, Conan woke up from a coma and found that he had become a child. When he was a child, even women like Yeko and Jingzi who didn't understand comics at all were widened in surprise, let alone Touyu Ankang: "Is this a science fiction story?"

"It can't be considered a science fiction subject. It's just a coat of coat, and the more important thing is the reasoning story." Ai Fei smiled comfortingly: "Can you believe it? In the future, all the reasoning content that appears in Japan can be found in my comic collection, not to mention the response in the market."

"Are there any manuscripts? Can I have a sneak peek?"

"I will send you the manuscripts from the previous issues. I also need you to give me some advice.

"Wait?" Niaoyu Ankang was stunned. Although he had asked himself that he had reviewed many comic works over the years, if he gave advice to Ai Fei, he was not as proud as he said: "Don't be surprised that I have put down the comics for too long. Some techniques and techniques have become unfamiliar, but you are different. He has been engaged in editing for many years. He is better than me in this regard, and as a bystander, your opinions are more pertinent!"

"Okay. I'll wait to read."

"Toshima, do you still remember the anime studio next to Takashimaya?"

"I remember, we were all so young at that time! Especially you, an old-year-old young man actually became my boss. Now I think about it. This is the most courageous choice I have ever made in my life!"

"I am the same. Niaoyujun, having you become my helper at work is the luckiest thing in my life."

"What!" Niaoyu Ankang joked at one of the fewest jokes: "Don't say such things to me. I just have hepatitis, not liver cancer. I will still go out in the future!"

Ai Fei laughed!

"Why do you say such things to Nyujun and Mrs. Yuko?" As soon as you left the hospital gate, Jingzi complained: "Didn't the doctor tell you too? What he needs now is rest. What did you say? There are still many things waiting for him to come back to deal with? How can he rest!"

"You don't understand." Ai Fei also sat in with his wife's car door: "Drive."

When the car started, he continued: "For a patient, in addition to resting, there is another thing that normal people cannot forget, that is, to make the patient feel like he is needed. In this way, when he recalls it, he will think: Oh, I have to get better quickly, the company has many things waiting for me to deal with!"

Jingzi rarely scoffed at his words: "Can you think of this theory?"

"You don't understand that sometimes, the patient's own mental power is far greater than the power of medicine. You have seen reports: Some people hold up a heavy stone or beam in the fire and rescue their children or family. But if the fire is extinguished and he is asked to repeat it again, he will not be able to do it anyway, right?"

Jingzi thought for a moment and had to admit that what he said made sense: "Is this the spiritual power you are talking about?"

Wrong! To be precise, it is the effect of retinoin. Niaoyujun's illness is very serious. I said this to him, which only allows Xiu to recover in a shorter time. In fact, even if he really returned to the company, I wouldn't use his Madam Jizi's eyes like now. Have you noticed? When I said this, she looked at me so coldly! For this reason, she had to make her husband's work in the company become leisurely."

Jingzi burst out laughing: "You guys! Oh, do you really want to temporarily put aside the TV station affairs and take over the work of the editorial headquarters?"

"It can't be said that letting go of the butterfly is just responsible for both sides."

“Aren’t you too tired?”

"What, do you care about your husband as your wife at this time?"

Jingzi's words to him made her blush and pointed at the driver who was driving: "Xiao Aijun!"

"Okay okay, okay, I won't joke with you." Ai Fei looked at his wife with a smile: "I am responsible for the production of music programs now. Other things include Aomiya Jun, Qiangu Jun, and even Park Benjun. Hello, do you know? Now I am getting closer to my dream life!"

"Did you just keep thinking about the life like a rice worm?"

"Of course! Otherwise, if I work hard to cultivate my students, what are my subordinates doing? Of course, I hope that one day I can travel with Jingzi and live the life that the two of us want to live!"

Starting work in the company's editorial department again made Ai Fei feel like he was a different life: How long ago did this happen?

"Do you feel a little strange?" Sakai Nanma walked to him with a smile: "I have not officially started working here for a long time, now, after I have been in work here again? And in this capacity?"

"It's not true." Hey, what are you asking about this? Where is your work? Have you handed over the manuscript for this month?"

Sakai Nanma smiled and said, "I have already handed over it! I have already sent it to the printing factory for printing."

The failure to find the other party's fault made Ai Fei a little dissatisfied: "Then, where is the editor's work? How are you doing?"

"Oh, Ai Jun, I heard him say the last time I visited Niao Yu Jun in the hospital. You have a new work released. How about it? Can I take a look first?"

I haven't painted it yet!"

“Not yet drawn?”

"Hey! Don't joke, gentlemen." Ai Fei gradually restrained his smile: "About the work, Niaoyujun and I had a conversation in the hospital. The biggest problem now is that the author cannot produce better works, but that they are more willing to hold on to the works that have been recognized by the market. In other words, they seem to have lost the missing points when they were originally created and regard comic works as a tool for making a living?"

Takagi Jun, Momori Tetsuo, Sakai Nanma and others are all the subordinates who have been following Ai Fei for the longest time, and are familiar with his personality. Whenever he speaks like this, it means he is really angry: "Hmm? Isn't it? I saw a manuscript of comics in Jingzi's office a few days ago. I don't know what it means? Not to mention Jingzi. When she saw such words and pictures, she even asked me: "Did you also gain the recognition of readers for such ignorant words? Gentlemen, I don't know how to answer her questions!"

None of them dared to speak to each other in anger. In the end, Sakai Shima smiled reluctantly: "I think the president's words can make me think of many questions, especially in terms of the content of the work and the author's own leaks, which are very meaningful."

Ai Fei broke his flattery nonsense: "So, I want to publish a plan in the magazine to increase the importance of the work in readers' minds and link it to the author's income. Simply put: in each issue of magazines, in addition to publishing comic works, there will be a color page that I specially designed. Readers cut the color pages, and then fill in the name of the work they like, the reason, and the content they want to see in the next issue, the name of the work they don't like, and the reason they send back to the company."

At this point, he took out an envelope from his pocket and opened it in front of everyone. It was a postcard-like card with an art-style pattern, and two sets of tables on the other hand. In addition to what he said, there were also the name, address, and contact number of readers: "Let readers leave such information to give us a basis for the final assessment work - to avoid anyone making fraud in order to gain benefits."

"As for the second step, it is to count all the cards sent back. Those who receive the highest votes for popular works will be given a certain reward; those who receive the highest votes for unpopular works will be simple: they will be replaced next month!"

"Replace it? Then what should I do if I replace it?"

"There is no other way, the author gives up writing and painting of his works."

Tatsuo Taoren hesitated for a moment: "Mr. President, isn't this cruel? After all, the number and content of our current works are not enough to perform such operations, right? If many works are abandoned, will there be a dilemma in the end that there are no works to be published in the magazine?"

"Well, what Taorenjun said makes sense. How do you think it should be solved?"

"I think we can take a step back. That is to say, even if we get the least vote, we can also use the incentive to reduce the number of pages that the work occupies in the magazine. The number of pages that are spared will be left to those works that have the highest recognition of readers."

"This is a good method! I agree with Tao Renjun's opinion.

"I agree, too."

Ai Fei waited for a while and saw that no one had any other opinions, so he decided to shoot the cabinet: "Okay, let's follow Tao Renjun's opinion. The next question, do you think it is appropriate to give the reward for the works with the highest approval rating?"

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Chapter completed!