Production is a very difficult position, this position not only has to manage the specific progress budget, but also has to be responsible for a lot of trivial matters, but also has to bear pressure from all sides, the complaint that Gu Xue heard in the toilet that day is the epitome of the production situation.

This is still the situation where Mihara Chisa has experience and is relatively strong.,Even if the staff is dissatisfied.,Only dare to hide in the dark and say those two words.,Although her strong unreasonableness is annoying.,But it does bring her some convenience.,If you change the production.,In this kind of performance supervision messing around,Without a big heart,It's easy to be collapsed by the pressure of many parties.。

So the production of this position, either you can stick to it, or you will leave after a while.

Even if you can continue to make it, sometimes you can't help but feel like you want to die, because they are in some ways harder than the painters, and staying up late is even more commonplace.

Like Mihara Chisa, the production of late-night cards to collect and send cards is carried out.

Because time waits for no one.

It's normal to drive while tired.

A lot of the production going on the road due to fatigue is not news, and there is even a special word to describe the situation.

If it's just the production that falls, it's "hitting the street".

If the outsourced original painting or the middle cut animation falls along with the production, it is a "shovel".

It's a bit nonsensical, but it's really bitter.

Mihara Chisa is sober now, and her current condition is not considered to be the Anjia family property that has been wiped out by the entire army, because it is even more serious.

The wind blew the original paintings scattered, and the rain wet all the original paintings, and a full six cards, not a single one.

Drawing on paper has many advantages, but there are also many disadvantages, the biggest disadvantage is that it is fragile, and there is no backup at all before it is scanned.

Just five minutes after leaving, Chisa Mihara knocked on the door again.

The man stood in the corridor, looked at Chisa Mihara, who was bent down and embarrassed, and listened calmly to the narration, not angry, but said in a slightly worried tone: "Let's take a bath here first?" Change into clean clothes, you wait a minute, I'll go and tell my wife to get up. ”

"Mr. Baiwen, no need." Chisa Mihara lowered her head, her expression could not be seen clearly, and her voice was very small.

"......" Mr. Bai Wen, who was about to turn around, stopped, showed a wry smile, understood what the other party meant, and said softly: "Originally, I had a good habit, but unfortunately you were in too much of a hurry, I didn't even have time to take a photo, and now there is nothing to draw on it, although I still have it in my head, but I can't guarantee that I can redraw it, when is the deadline?" ”

"Before midnight." Chisa Mihara's voice was softer.

"......" Bai Wen showed a confused expression, "I still have two difficult fighting cards to complete in hand, and the time is also very urgent, I ......"

Chisa Mihara, who bent down, didn't speak, just pressed her head lower.

"So be it." Bai Wen sighed, "After I finish the two fighting cards, I will contact you, if you can't contact someone to draw, I will try my best to draw it, the quality is ...... I can't even guarantee if it can be completed, I can only say do your best, and you still need to find an original artist, Kiyojihara, the time is too short. ”

Mihara Qiansa pursed her lips and said hoarsely, "Thank you." ”

Droplets of water ran down her cheeks and landed on the floor, shattering, and I don't know if it was rain or something else.

"You change into clean clothes with me now...... Bai Wen said softly, interrupted in the middle of his words.

"Thank you." Mihara Chisa thanked her hoarsely again, straightened her waist suddenly, and turned around quickly, so quickly that the shiny things in the corners of her eyes were quickly thrown off.

"Wait, that painter in your company is very good, I heard you say that a very young girl is not about to finish the work at hand? You can ......"

Bai Wen raised his voice slightly, intending to come up with an idea, and it seemed that he was not very confident.

But Chisa Mihara couldn't hear anything anymore, and rushed out of the door, not even taking an umbrella.

Outside the door.

The wind and rain are still very strong, and Mihara Sensa is facing the wind and rain and walking on the road.

Thank you, no need, don't be so troublesome, I'll think about it, please don't trouble others.

Every sentence he said echoed in his mind, and the most obvious was the sentence that had just refused Bai Wen to send him out, "Don't be so troublesome".

Chisa Mihara's hands were clenched into fists, her nails already digging deep into her flesh, but she didn't seem to notice it.

What kind of mood did you use to say that? What qualifications do you have to think that others are nosy, and what qualifications do you have to think that one is enough.

How ugly it was when I was crying and begging others just now, and I was impatient to refuse help from others, did I ever think that this would happen? Why do you still have the face to beg others!

Talking to yourself and refusing help from others, and talking to yourself to ask for help from others, why did you want to be like that at the beginning.

Don't make trouble for others one by one, but in the end it's yourself who causes trouble to others, so who is the problem!

What the hell is wrong with me.

Chisa Mihara stood outside the car door, asked herself, then sniffed sharply and opened the door hard.

Then, in the eyes of others, he would definitely persuade him to drive slower and gallop in the direction of the company.

The roar of the car engine even drowned out the noise caused by the pouring rain.

Returned to the company safely.

Chisa Mihara got out of the car and rushed back to her seat at a trot, covered in mud and water stains, which really scared the colleagues who were still in the office enough, but everyone hesitated, exchanged glances, and thought of the other party's usual appearance, they all chose to remain silent and did not come forward to ask what happened.

Chisa Mihara couldn't take care of them anymore, she put her mobile phone that was already flooded and couldn't be used on the table, relied on memory, and began to use the company's landline to make calls.

Her voice was soft, but what she said was heard by many.

No one put on a gloating face, everyone is an adult, their emotional intelligence is not so low, and even many people show sympathetic expressions, but how many of them are sincere, it is unknown.

I made several phone calls in a row, and the answers I got were all about the same, and there were people who had already fallen asleep, were woken up, and got up and yelled at Mihara Chisa angrily, which roughly meant: Don't you have a watch? Don't you look at the time? Do you know what time it is?

Chisa Mihara apologizes and then makes a request.

The reply was that it was no joke.

After the last phone call that I remembered, there was only one person who took over her messy work, not all, just a card.

In less than twenty hours, a full six cards, an almost impossible task.

Mr. Berven was merely comforting himself.

Chisa Mihara knew very well that all she started calling as soon as she returned.

But even if it is just a card, not many people are willing to take the job, because everyone's situation is similar to that of Mr. Baiwen.

Chisa Mihara hung up the phone, because she was soaked all over, she was blown by the air conditioner, and she felt colder and colder, and her body began to tremble slightly, and she began to have a headache and dizziness.

Chisa Mihara tried her best to hold back the discomfort, looking down at the table, trying to think of other people who might be willing to take over the work, but alas, there were no more.

Finally, she looked up and stared at the name of the original artist on the computer screen's schedule, a strange flush on her face, and her left hand clenched into a fist.