Chapter 47 The Developing World

Japanese animation has entered a period of rapid development in recent years, represented by nearly ten cartoonists such as Fujiko F. Fuji, who created Doraemon, and Akira Toyama's Dragon Ball. After years of development, it has gradually become an industry that affects the strength of the country, but it is the opposite. With the passage of time, Japanese comics have gradually entered an embarrassing situation that is difficult to move forward. It's like a tree sprouting and growing, and then growing into a towering tree, lush, but it's hard to hide the old age over time.

In recent years, animation has been maintained by a group of old cartoonists, but with the passage of time, material development, civilization and civilization, people are eager for fresh and exciting things. This idea affects the animation industry, causing people to want to see something new.

As a mature cartoonist, the story is mature, and their readers also accept them. Once the change is made, no one can guarantee that it will be better than the original. The more mature the cartoonist is, the more he is well-in-in-phen this truth. This is also a higher stand, and the more difficult it is to let go of everything he has.

On the contrary, the new cartoonist can try new things as much as he can because he is not famous. However, under the influence of the older generation of Japanese comics, it is difficult to have several cartoonists with unique painting skills and independent thinking. Therefore, in recent years, the Japanese comics industry has presented a seemingly vigorous and sluggish atmosphere.

"It's this kind of thing again. Don't show me this kind of garbage again!" The man's legs were on the table, and his anger rushed to his face, and the man standing below showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Director, this is the animation that has been decided to start shooting, or please take a look carefully." The man wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and said in embarrassment. Looking at the director's eyes wide, he couldn't help but be frightened. Although the director's work is widely praised in the industry, he is also famous for his awesome temper. Perhaps there is a strange reason why art people are engaged in art. The man looked at the angry director over there but did not dare to speak and did not leave. He just stood in front of the table and kept wiping his sweat.

And the director didn't even seem to have the patience to greet such a silent man. When he was about to kick him out, the door opened. A long-haired man came in. He looked at the script that was thrown on the ground, and then at the man standing there. Finally, he looked at the angry director and smiled. The man waved to the man. The man nodded as if he had been granted amnesty, walked out of the room quickly, and gently closed the door.

"What's the matter?" The long-haired man picked up the script and sat opposite him and asked.

"What do you think?" Although the tone of the director of the long-haired man who asked knowingly was still not good, his eyes slowed down.

"Not very good? So many beautiful women." The long-haired man turned over the script and said lightly.

"The harem, the stallion, are you sure?" The director smiled and looked at the man with long hair with a smile. The long-haired man stood up and walked to the director and raised his chin. Slowly approached him. The decondled director just now looked embarrassed at this time.

"What do you think?" The long-haired man exhaled in his ear, and his smiling voice melted like a piece of marshmallow. Then he stood up and looked at the director's undisguised regretful expression with a smile.

"When will you follow me?" The director's voice is stained with regret. He looked at the long-haired man with beautiful appearance without regret.

"Let's talk about it when you shoot an animation that sells more than 100 million yuan. But before that, let's increase the sales of this animation. The long-haired man shook the script in his hand and smiled, and his eyes were like a lake in the sun, shining with a touching light.

"Cut!" The director put his foot on it again.

At this time, in another office, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the office listening to his subordinate's report. When he heard that the unruly and talented director refused to take the film, his expression remained unchanged.

"However, Mr. Jieye has gone over to persuade him." The man who wiped his sweat with a handkerchief just now couldn't help but worry when he looked at the man's waveless expression and quickly changed his words. The man stood up, turned around, and looked at the world outside the huge glass wall. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Yamada, what did we say at that time?" The man's tone is low, with some indescribable emotion, but it is deeply hidden and almost impossible to find. However, Yamada, who has been with him for many years, still hears the regret in the words of the chairman of the animation association that people look up to. This also reminded him of a lot of past events.

They have experienced many years, the suffering and sadness left by the war, as well as social unrest, and more feelings of displacement. But no matter what kind of life you have, as long as you have a backbone, you can stick to something until it shines.

"Make the best anime in Japan!" Yamada was stunned for a moment, and then replied. His voice was calm, but the dusty emotions that had been hidden for many years gushed out like a volcanic eruption, making him tremble. A small wish turns into a huge dream, which is full of uncertainties that may be disillusioned at any time. Like a beautiful crystal bubble. But work hard for him, grow for him, and grow into a towering tree in his heart for him, until he forgot his original dream many years later.

A group of teenagers stumbled between them for half of their lives. At that time, not all the teenagers were still there, and their dreams at that time were not necessarily all realized. However, the only certainty was that one day, the dream was awakened again, with many years of ingots emanating the fragrance of the years.

"What do you mean?" The man looked at the chairman, and he knew that this person must have a calculation in his heart before he suddenly mentioned it.

"In this comic competition, I want to see if there are any suitable young people. I hope they won't let me down this time. The Tokyo Comic-Con in recent years should also be aesthetically tired. Next year, it's time to let them see the demeanor of Japan." The man smiled, and awe-inspiring and vast breath unfolded, like a roc soaring in the sky.

"I still want to drink!" The table was in a mess, and as the only heroine on the table, she took the small ceramic wine bottle and poured the wine down, but the wine bottle was empty, and Su Qi, with a red face, looked like an alcoholic.

"Enough, stop drinking, go home!" As Huang Yu, who encouraged Su Qi to drink, also felt that something was going on at this time. She hurriedly grabbed Su Qi, and the singer who sang with three strings next to her also looked like she couldn't help watching Su Qi torture Huang Yu.

"Ah, big cake! I don't like big cakes. Su Qi pulled Huang Yu's face, and his face was pulled messy and his face was full of bitterness. I have to sigh that the drunken girls are all reincarnations of octopus, and their skills are first-class. He has a unique skill, but he can't help but cry to the benefactor who keeps his chastity. He wants to cry without tears, so he has to look at the Valley with his eyes full of prayer.

"Bed, big, big brother..." His mouth was pulled by Su Qi, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Kamiya smiled with gloating. Before he gloated, Su Qi pulled Huang Yu's face for a long time. Huang Yu did not respond. Maybe he felt that he was not playing and moved to Kamiya. Huang Yu rubbed his face and waited for the good play. However, Su Qi had just attached Shen Gu's face, and Shen Gu's hand knife knocked Su Qi unconscious in an instant.

Huang Yu's eyes are about to come out. Well, won't it be too cruel to girls like this?

"I'll send her back, and you go back by yourself." Shengu picked up Su Qi, ordered Huang Yu, and walked out of the door. When he went out, he stopped as if he remembered something.

"Tell him not to shoot this paragraph!" Shen Gu turned around and looked at Huang Yu coldly, and then smiled slowly.

"You don't shoot if you say you don't shoot. Where do you get gimmicks if you don't shoot? Why do you think those female stars have so many gossips? Isn't it just speculation? Can it be cooked without stir-frying? After Shengu left, Huang Yu muttered to himself.