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After coming out of his father's office, Wang Ming prepared to go directly. There are only two reasons why the Painted Soul can come to them, the first is that they have no money, and the second is that they have a problem. The former doesn't need to be considered, just sent a sum of money the day before yesterday, even if they are burning money, it won't be so fast, then it can only be a problem in the production that is difficult for them to solve or decide.

Shaking his drowsy head and bouting his spirits, he was going to check on the situation first, and then go back to rest.

The address on the card is only a 10-minute drive from the Tenno Building. When he pushed open the door, he saw more than two hundred people forming a large circle, leaving an open space in the middle, Dongfang Ming was standing in the middle with a loudspeaker to speak, most of what he said was some animation terms, but Wang Ming, who worked with them for a week, could basically understand it.

"I told you, pay attention to the shadows and layers when painting celluloid, this is a warm animated film for every day, there are no fights, no dew points, you don't need to paint the characters very colorful, the selling point of this animated movie is the story itself, the characters are just a clue, you don't put the cart before the horse. After turning his head to see Wang Ming standing at the door, he finally concluded: "Anyway, these celluloid paintings I picked out have to be redone, okay, let's eat first." ”

After seeing the crowd disperse, Wang Ming came to Dongfang Ming's side and asked, "Did something happen?"

Although the young man in front of him was only 16 years old, Dongfang Ming did not dare to underestimate him. What 16-year-old boy can do this? Writing songs, developing software, drawing comics, writing novels, and writing scripts, one of these five items alone is enough for a person to study for a lifetime, but what about him? Not to mention being proficient in everything, at least they are all above the horizontal line, especially in the creation of comics and scripts, he has already stepped into the master stage with one foot, and what he lacks now is only to prove himself to the public with his works. He firmly believes that as long as he waits until "Five Centimeters per Second" is released, the audience will recognize his level, he is a new star who has been lurking for too long, and his team can follow him to catch fire.

Sitting in the office, the two of them were ready to treat the hungry Five Organs Temple first.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Ming quickly picked up the rice and said vaguely: "Call me in such a hurry, is there something wrong with the production?"

Compared with Wang Ming, who gobbled up, Dongfang Ming was much more subtle. Because he is usually busy with work, he often doesn't take care of eating, and he stays up late working overtime, his stomach is not very good, and he can't stand eating like Wang Ming.

"Well, there are indeed a few small problems," Dongfang Ming lit up the laptop next to him, pushed it in front of Wang Ming and said: "The first problem is that the number of broadcasts of "lovelive!" is declining, I want to invite you, boss, to see if there is a problem with our production. ”

It's no wonder that Dongfang Ming is worried, mainly because he has never encountered such a strange situation. According to common sense, the popularity of an animation will only get stronger and stronger, as long as it doesn't hit the thunder, the popularity will never drop so much, but this happened to "lovelive!". In the past three weeks, the number of views of "lovelive!" has dropped rapidly, and the number of views in the sixth episode in one week is not half that of the third episode, which makes him wonder if this animation has been ruined by the painting of souls.

Looking at the data that had dropped by one-third on the screen, Wang Ming sighed in his heart: "The disadvantages of music animation have finally appeared. ”

A good animation needs to cooperate with each other in all aspects such as characters, story, background music, etc., which is like a bucket made of wooden strips, and how much water the bucket can hold does not depend on the tallest wooden stick, but the shortest. "lovelive!" is an animation that is weak in terms of story and becomes the shortest wooden bar, and the audience is like a clear river, the moment the bucket is raised, it is full, and it will not be long before it leaks to normal levels, which cannot be stopped, unless this loophole is plugged, there is no other way. It's a pity that Wang Ming doesn't have too strong original ability for the time being, so he has to say sorry to the conscientious Dongfang Ming.

"There's no way around it. ”

Wang Ming swallowed the last bite of rice and said: "The focus of music animation is on music, if you pay too much attention to the story and intensify the contradictions and conflicts in the animation, the meaning of the work itself will be lost, I think you as an animation supervisor should understand this." ”

Dongfang Ming was speechless, so he had to smile bitterly. He has been an animation supervisor for ten years, how can he not understand this kind of thing, but this animation is the only work in the past three years in which the painting soul is absolutely dominant, and he naturally wants to do his best. He hopes that the 16-year-old boy in front of him can create a miracle and raise the level of this animation to another level and become a real masterpiece.

Wang Ming's words are tantamount to shattering this expectation. But it doesn't matter, he didn't have much hope in the first place, and it was a matter of course to get this answer, and he was not disappointed. His main purpose was not this, but to be involved in the production of "Fate/stay.night", and when he saw the script, he knew that this was exactly what he had dreamed of: "That...... Teacher Qingbai, there are still one-third of us who are more idle, do you need our help?"

Hearing this, Wang Ming was stunned. If you have idlers, then you are all engaged in work, hurry up and do a good job of animation, you save time, I save money, and I'm not ready to do new animations now, what can you idlers do for me?

Wang Ming felt that he couldn't keep up with Dongfang Ming's brain circuit.

"Your manpower is relatively idle, so you all devote yourself to the production of the second five, I am in a hurry for this animation, the sooner it is finished, the better. ”

Wang Ming raised his forehead and sighed, he had said this several times, he was tired of saying it, if it wasn't for the time being particularly urgent, he wouldn't want to persecute everyone like this at all.

Dongfang Ming shook his head and said: "Give me two more weeks, and we will be able to complete "Five Centimeters per Second", so you can now contact the head office, handle the relevant procedures, and find a partner to contact the release problem." In other words, after two weeks, most of our team will be able to rest. ”

After being full of wine and food, sleepiness is surging, he doesn't want to guess like this anymore, he is almost tired of drawing these CG pictures recently, how can he have the heart to play this with you: "Say something quickly, I'll go back if it's okay." ”

Seeing Wang Ming's tired look, Dongfang Ming hurriedly said: "I just want to ask if you have any ideas for making "Fate/stay.night", we still have ...... here."

"Stop!"

Wang Ming looked at Dongfang Ming suspiciously and asked, "How do you know about Fate/stay.night?"

I obviously haven't told anyone in the company, so only my family and ...... know about it

"Damn, it won't be Wang Jie, right?"

And Dongfang Ming's next words happened to prove Wang Ming's conjecture.

"When she's doing voice acting this week, she hands me your script and asks me how the story goes......"

"I knew she couldn't be trusted. ”

"Ah sneeze," Wang Jie, who was sitting in the dubbing room chatting with Yue Qianming, couldn't help but sneeze.

"What's the matter? Do you catch a cold?" Yue Qianming and Wang Jie have been fighting hotly recently, everyone is a tsundere comrade-in-arms, of course they have to help each other.

"It's okay, it's just that my nose is a little itchy, maybe someone is cursing me. ”

At the same time, Dongfang Ming is trying his best to persuade Wang Ming, and he very much wants to fill in his name or the name of the soul in this animation.

Dongfang Ming's voice was like a huge fly, which made Wang Ming's already tired brain more and more painful, and finally he was really tormented, so he had to leave the sentence "Contact you to make CG animation after a while", and then ran away with his head covered.