Looking at the pedestrians passing by outside the window and tasting the cold Xianglin beer, even Ai Fei felt that such a life was a rare enjoyment. Looking back, Watanabe and An Jun were already eating so hard. Maybe they rarely eat such things in normal times, right? The two children were rude and were almost pierced into the soup basin. On this hot afternoon, they were sweating all over their faces.

However, Aoba focused all her attention on the comic books she liked and browsed them simply - it was impossible to calm down and appreciate them seriously in such an occasion, right? Ai Fei thought in his heart.

Finally, Qingye slowly closed the painting: "Ai Jun, I want to ask you something."

“What is it?”

"Can you give me a copy of the album of "Crayon Shin-chan" in the first two issues you have published as a commemoration?"

“Eh?”

"Can you get one?" Aoye took out a cigarette from his pocket and tried to hand it to him. The latter waved his hand and refused: "Hey, Watanabe, do you want it..."

"Um..." Watanabe was so sucking oily that he didn't raise his head, and waved his hand, and attacked the beef full of basins.

"..." Aoye lit a cigarette on his own and took a sip: "When I first saw "Crayon Shin-chan", even my father's old-fashioned personality, I laughed at it! Unfortunately, because I saw it too late, I couldn't own one."

"It's not like this. The print volume in the first issue is really small, only 5,000 copies." Ai Fei picked up the beer and took a sip, explaining lightly.

"Yes, this was also what I found out later." Qingye wiped his lips with his fingers and wiped off the tobacco stained on his tongue: "Later, I found an opportunity to ask many people, and they all said that they had just read this album in other people's hands. Who really bought it, but they didn't know. When the second issue came out, I missed it again because I didn't know the specific launch time. So..."

Ai Fei scratched his head: "I'm not easy to solve this matter. Yuwu has always been responsible for printing and publishing. I don't have a picture album in my hands, just a sample of the first and second issues. If you want it, it's okay to give it to you. However, there is a little difference from the official release that is that on the cover, the picture album in my hands does not have it."

"Nothing? The cover?"

"Yes."

"That's how?" Aoye hesitated for a moment: "It's okay if there is no cover. Can you give it to me?"

Ai Fei smiled: "Okay, if you have to, I'll give it to you next time I return the manuscript."

"………………” Qingye closed his hands on his forehead and made a thankful move: "Then, thank you!"

"You're welcome. Even if I thank you for helping me find bathroom equipment?"

"Haha..." Qingye smiled softly: "Ai Jun, your studio has been established this time, what about the future?"

"In the future, I will do my work as big as possible in publishing and distribution. I think that in addition to Tokyo, other cities, such as Osaka, Shizuoka, and Hokkaido, I will have my works for sale. By that time, the first step will be completed."

"Is it just the first step?" Qingye became interested: "Is there any more behind?"

"Yes. There is still behind." Ai Fei held his cheek with his hands, showing a look of longing: "If my calculations are relatively accurate, by that time, the sales figures of "jump" should be stable at around 1.3 million."

"Is it 1.3 million?" Qingye moaned like anger: "I dare to say it! One piece is all anime content...A picture album, Ai Feijun thinks it can be sold for 1.3 million copies? One issue per month, one issue per copy, if you make 10 yuan, it is..."

"One Thousand Three Million yen is more than 30,000 US dollars!" This conversation also made Ai Fei feel excited: "As you said, this is just the profit of earning 10 yuan per book. What if you make more money or sell more? Tell you, in this era, money is everywhere, just see if you will be able to pick it up!"

"………………” His theory completely puzzled Qingye. After a while, he finally snorted: “If…if you can really do it, I will do it for you!”

“Eh?”

"I mean, if you can really sell the album to 1.3 million copies, I'll come to your company to work!"

"I'll come too..."

As soon as Ai Fei and Aoye looked up, it turned out that Watanabe and An Jun were talking to each other. Facing Ai Fei's bright eyes, Watanabe shrank for a moment: "I don't know if it's okay?"

"What Ai Feijun said just now, do Watanabe understand?"

Watanabe smiled foolishly: "I don't understand, but I think it's quite fun."

"Hahahahaha!" Ai Fei and Qingye laughed at the same time.

When they returned to the studio, the room that looked messy due to the arrival of the guests had been restored to tidy. Ai Shizuka and Ai Zutaro sat on the sofa that was originally used to entertain guests to rest. Seeing his son's face turned red, the couple stood up and said, "Have you drunk a lot?"

"It's okay, it's just a little bit. Thank you for your hard work, mom and dad." As he said that, he handed over the takeaway that he had ordered in the beef restaurant: "Mom and dad, try the beef that was made, it's delicious."

"Ah? Xiao Ai Jun actually..." A small detail actually made Ai Shizuko and her husband feel very moved at the same time. The couple looked at each other and then took the beef: "Then..."

"...It's nothing..." Ai Fei's red face shone in the dusk sunlight: "It's fine as long as you like it."

"I like it, my parents like it very much."

"That's good, I'll take a break. Well, I'll have to get up after a while."

More than ten minutes later, Ai Fei sat up from the sofa, took the hand towel prepared by his mother and wiped it with sweat. He became much more refreshed: Dad, is the beef still delicious?

"It's so delicious!" Aizhu Taro waved his hand: "Oh, I won't disturb Xiao Aijun's work. Hello, do you still want to be here?"

Ai Shizuko lowered her head and smiled: "I want to stay with Xiao Ai Jun for a while, maybe I will go back together, right?"

"Okay, I'll leave first." Aizhu Taro walked to the door and turned around to look at his son: "Hey, come on!"

"Hi Yi!" Ai Fei rarely answered in pure Japanese.

After seeing off Taro Aizhu, Ai Yukiko brought coffee to her son: "Xiao Ai Jun, let's have a sip of coffee?"

"Ah, thank you mom." Ai Fei sat behind his desk and opened the drawing paper: "What, do you need to draw now?"

"Yes! I am the only one in the studio now, and Yuwu's request for manuscripts is very urgent, so he has to sacrifice part of the rest time." He picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Oh, mom, I can't go home to rest tonight. I have to work overnight!"

"Ah?" Unexpectedly, the studio opened on the first day and her son would spend the night outside. Ai Shinko's heartache was self-evident: "So, what about dinner?"

"Eat it yourself." After saying this, Ai Fei stopped looking up and focused on the picture book.

Ai Xiko opened her mouth and saw that her son was fully focused on his work, so she had to walk aside and sit down.
Chapter completed!