When Fan Zhe woke up, it was still dark outside, and the computer screen was still on, illuminating the office blue.

Rubbing his face and squinting at the bottom right corner of the screen, it was four o'clock in the morning.

He still remembers that when he drew until two o'clock in the evening, he was so sleepy that he wanted to lie down on the table for a while, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

With a dry mouth, he walked out of the office, drank a sip of water, peed, and felt a lot more energetic.

The drowsiness was gone, and Fan Zhe simply sat back in the office and continued to draw the conceptual design of "Special Events Task Force".

Just because a cartoon-style work is easy to make doesn't mean it's easy to design.

On the contrary, in contrast, this style of work needs more 'design'. If you don't want the audience to feel that this work is shoddy, then in many places, you need to make the picture more expressive, and you have to work harder in composition, color and modeling.

After finishing the character design of the protagonist, Fan Zhe has already begun to draw the concept design of the entire animation.

This is a completely different style from "Full Time" and "Assassination Squad". But fortunately, Fan Zhe considers himself one of the best original artists in the country, and he has been exposed to a wide range of art styles during his college years and after work.

He's confident he can handle it.

The night went by.

At nine o'clock in the morning, people from the company came to work one after another.

There was another knock on his door.

"Come in."

Tang Zhiqi pushed the door and walked into the office and saw Fan Zhe's bloodshot eyes.

She first reported on the follow-up of the tax refund policy, and at the end, she couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fan, are you ...... Didn't you go back last night? ”

"Ah...... I forgot the time while I was drawing. ”

"You also have to take care of your body, you also stayed up all night the day before yesterday, so your body can't stand it."

"Uh-huh." Fan Zhe agreed.

Tang Zhiqi knew that her boss didn't listen to her words, so she couldn't help but sigh. But she didn't want to say anything more, so she could only turn around and leave.

"Eh, wait."

Tang Zhiqi turned around.

"Call me for ...... Tell Sun Yilang to come in. ”

"Okay."

After a while, Sun Yilang walked into Fan Zhe's office.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Sit." Fan Zhe said as he turned the display screen in a different direction and faced him.

Looking at the picture, he quickly became interested: "New project? ”

"Well, you're going to do it, how do you feel?"

"It's a special style." Sun Yilang said, "It's a bit like the flavor of "Rick and Morty", and I quite like it. ”

Rick and Morty is an American coming-of-age animated sci-fi sitcom that follows in the footsteps of mad scientist Rick Sanchez and his gullible grandson, Morty Smith, as they unfold their fantastical experiences of family life and interdimensional adventures.

The so-called adult animation,Don't think crooked.,It's purely because of factors such as the bloody picture.、The way values are displayed、Dialogue, etc.,The scale is very large.,There is even a part of the irony of social phenomena in it.,That's why it's called adult animation.。

But in any case, this is an excellent work with a big brain hole and a large scale.

When Fan Zhe was designing the "Special Events Task Force", he found a lot of inspiration from this work.

To be honest, although these two works are not of the same genre, there are really a lot of similarities in many elements.

After hearing Sun Yilang's words, Fan Zhe smiled and said, "I knew you would like this kind of thing." ”

This kid wasn't an honest man back then.

Fan Zhe and Sun Yilang met in the offline exchange of an art group, at that time, Sun Yilang had just graduated from Sichuan Mei and joined the work, and he talked every day about how rubbish the main beauty above him was, and how he did it with him.

To put it simply, Sun Yilang is a thorn.

However, being a thorn in the head requires ability, his kung fu is very good, and the art style he dabbles in is also very varied, and he is a more creative person. Sometimes, he sprays his boss, not blindly.

Of course, after arriving at 'Dimension Entertainment', he didn't prickly his head much, except for being a little more active at work, he didn't sing much against it. The main reason is that the colleagues who work together next to him, Mi Le and Luo Qi's level is not worse than him. As for Fan Zhe, a very high-level boss, he is even more convinced.

After chatting about the style of the whole work, Fan Zhe said: "I made some concept design drawings last night, you can take them and take a look, it feels almost the same, and I will get a few of them." Let's sum up the two of us, first do a good job in the early stage and lay a good foundation. When the time comes, I'm going to let you bring a few people out of the "Full Time" project, and the Lord will do this. ”

"Well, good. Or the boss understands me, and knows that I don't like to draw that kind of pure beauty, it's flat, and it's not interesting at all. "He's a little bit eager to take the plunge.

"Let's get to work, get the job done, and get to work on the project as soon as possible."

"Okay." Sun Yilang agreed, and then said: "But boss, although I myself prefer this style of things, yes, but ...... Let's be honest, as far as I know, there are not many people in China who make this type of thing, this style is too niche, is anyone really watching it? ”

There is another layer of hidden worry that he didn't say: the work of the Special Events Task Force, in Fan Zhe's story just now, he also roughly understood something. If you really want to talk about the scale, the original novel is not smaller than "Rick and Morty".

Something like that...... With the domestic situation, it is not good that it will be hung up due to some force majeure.

"You don't have to think about it, just get to work."

"Well, boss, it's good that you have a score in your heart."

After Sun Yilang left, Fan Zhe yawned and rubbed his eyes.

He's so sleepy and dying.

Picking up his bag, he was ready to leave, go home and sleep again.

As soon as he stood up, there was another knock on his office door.

"Don Jr?"

"Mr. Fan." Tang Zhiqi leaned her long legs against the door, carrying a bag with hot soy milk and buns in her hand.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Fan, are you going back to rest?" ”

"Hmm."

"Eat something and go, I'll buy it for you."

Just as he wanted to be polite, Fan Zhe's stomach screamed.

Yesterday I stayed up all night and didn't eat anything, and it was indeed time to get hungry.

He smiled and took the breakfast from Tang Zhiqi's hand: "Thank you." ”

"I'm supposed to do it, I'm your assistant."