The studio is a state-owned enterprise, and naturally implements a planned economy, and all indicators are issued by the state every year, for example, in 84 years, the state issued a target for the production of eight cartoons, and the people in the factory must work according to this index, as long as it is completed by the end of the year, as for whether the state allows the release, it is a matter for the relevant departments of the state, that is, Wu Yuanguang's father said.

But they never heard of someone asking them to make an animated film.

Although these people didn't understand Wu Yuanguang's words, no one refuted it, this is the son of the top leader, as long as he can please the other party.

"Okay, no problem, no problem, please come with me!"

Song He didn't say anything, and walked into the factory with a few people.

After the founding of New China, it now covers an area of 11,000 square meters, with animation, paper-cutting, administrative work buildings and puppet studios, with an annual production capacity of 8 to 10 pieces, what small iron pillars, kitten fishing, mushroom picking, little heroes, good friends, boastful frogs, careless little fat, Mr. Dongguo, magic pen Ma Liang, havoc in the sky, wolf is all made by our factory!"

The director of the studio is called Dai Lang, and while he leads everyone to visit various departments, he talks about the long history of the factory like a treasure, and his words are full of pride.

That's right, Liu Lang has basically seen all the cartoons that Director Dai said, especially the ones that make trouble in the sky and the magic pen Ma Liang Wolf is coming, which is Liu Lang's memory when he was a child, and he is too impressed.

"Look, this is our artist's painting, it's all drawn with a single stroke, and each cartoon needs to draw thousands or even tens of thousands of such pictures, how can such a film not look good?"

A group of people came to the animation workshop, which is the most important department of the studio, with dozens of large tables on the wide field, each table has beautiful drawings on it, each one is lifelike, and there are more than 20 painters working quietly, even if everyone comes in, few people look up.

"Well, it's so good, it's so good!"

Liu Lang couldn't stop admiring these paintings.

He is not flattering the other party, but the fact is that after twenty or thirty years, the Chinese people say that the cartoons of the island country are well-made, but in front of these pictures, there is no comparison at all, at least in terms of the quality of the paintings, it can be said that the people who can draw these pictures should basically be called painters.

"Of course, each of our painting masters has more than 30 years of experience and has painted thousands of paintings, and his strength is of course the best in the country!"

Dai Lang said immediately.

"Hmph, the strength is so good that it's a fart? I'm so tired that I don't want to make that money?"

Suddenly, a voice came from a corner not far away, and although it was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly.

"Huh?"

Song He's face suddenly became gloomy, what kind of person is this?

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see a middle-aged man in his fifties sitting at a table, wearing reading glasses and drawing something on paper, without even raising his eyes when he spoke.

Dai Lang's face also changed when he heard this.

"I said Master Lu, our factory hasn't treated you badly, why do you say such things against your will?"

Dai Lang's face couldn't hold back, and he immediately reprimanded.

"Hmph, against your heart, against your heart, you Lao Dai knows better than us, anyone can say those good things, the key is to do things.........! I can't stand this old bone anymore!"

The other party didn't care about the leader or not, and directly got into a fight with Dai Lang.

"You're .........!"

Dai Langqi's face was pale, and he didn't say anything.

"Leaders, let's go to the next workshop to have a look!"

Another cadre in the factory saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly beckoned everyone to go out.

Next, everyone looked at two more workshops, but because of what happened just now, everyone was very dull.

"Director Dai, what difficulties should you have for the factory director, why don't you bring it up and listen to it!"

Liu Lang was curious.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, that person is called Lu Chunzhong, he is an old man in the factory, he just relies on the old and sells the old, receives the highest salary in the factory and talks nonsense all day long, it is his own problem that has nothing to do with others. ”

Dai Lang hurriedly said.

"Director Dai, what are the tasks of our studio this year?"

Liu Lang asked.

"At the beginning of the year, the indicators asked our three factories to produce eight art films this year, and we formulated a plan, and the eight art films have been finalized, which are Sanmao Wanderings, well, this is a series of cartoons, and four will be produced this year, in addition to the divine doctor, the stone lion, the little star and the little fox, a total of eight. ”

Dai Lang replied.

"Oh, how many pictures do you have to draw for each one?"

Liu Lang asked again.

"On average......... There are about 5,000 pieces of each!"

"More than 5,000, those eight are more than 40,000, or even more than 50,000?"

"Almost!"

Dai Lang nodded.

"How many people are in our factory's animation team?"

Liu Lang asked again.

"There are a total of thirty-two people, many of the masters have retired, after all, it is too eye-catching, many people have eye diseases, and they have to retire before they are old, and now there are only eight masters left in the factory, but the rest are young people, they are college students who just graduated the year before and last year, a total of twenty-four people, we are strong and strong!"

Dai Lang said in high spirits.

"Thirty-two people have to draw nearly 50,000 pictures a year, and the average person is 16,700 pictures, which is not a small amount of work!"

Liu Lang frowned slightly and said.

"Young people can't do it yet, they have to rely on those masters, each of them has to draw at least 3,000 pictures every year!"

Dai Lang said again.

"Three thousand, what is their master's salary?"

Liu Lang looked at each other.

"Of course, the master has to earn more, it is forty-eight yuan five per month, the young man has just joined the work, the salary is twenty-seven yuan six, if the target is completed at the end of the year, everyone will have forty or fifty yuan of performance salary!"

The other party blurted out.

"I'm grass, isn't this exploitation what?"

Liu Lang almost shouted.

No wonder the old master just now was there with a weird yin and yang, and if it was me, I would have resigned a long time ago.

The master's salary is forty-eight yuan per month, and there is still a performance salary of fifty yuan after completing the task at the end of the year, and it is more than six hundred yuan a year, which seems to be a lot, at least a lot more than Liu Lang's father.

But then again, the workload of these people is too great, especially the master, who has to draw 3,000 pictures a year, 365 days a year, an average of almost eight pictures a day, this is not a child's stick figure like a thing, Liu Lang and a few people also saw it just now, each one is very fine, and the image, lines, and coloring have been kept improving.

If it were landscapes, plants and trees or some vistas would be better, but if it was people and animals, even if Liu Lang wanted to draw such a standard color picture, I am afraid it would take an hour or two, and how much time would it take to paint eight pictures a day?

No wonder Dai Lang said that many masters retire before they reach their age, can they not retire if they are blind?

Fortunately, they can earn 600 yuan a year by working hard, maybe they will think it is very good before, but now the wave of reform and opening up has begun, especially in a big city like the capital, self-employed people are not everywhere, at least there are a lot, even if you buy early on the roadside, you can also earn thousands of 800 yuan a year, although people are tired, but it looks easier than the master of painting.

It is said that capitalist society relies on exploitation, and in Liu Lang's view, these painting masters are the ones who have suffered from exploitation.