From White Box To Supervision

After hearing the words, Zhang Beichuan shook his head, looked at Supervisor Kinoshita, and saw that he also had a very contradictory expression.

"This kind of thing is bound to make a choice, and it must be done as soon as possible." Zhang Beichuan secretly said.

In any case, the final decision rests with the supervisor.

Mu Xiacheng hesitated for a moment, then decided: "Let's draw an artist to make the OP. The first episode is still very important. As for the construction period, we should discuss this later. Quality is the most important thing."

The supervisor made a decision, and everyone no longer objected.

When the meeting ended, everyone dispersed.

At noon, on the rooftop of Musashino, where Brother Cheng fought, Zhang Beichuan, Aoi Miyamori, and Ema Yashara were preparing for lunch.

Usually, Ema Anhara would choose to eat at home, but after the meeting today, she had to eat at the company.

Zhang Beichuan and Anhara Ema both bought bentos at convenience stores. Zhang Beichuan chose sandwiches, Anhara Ema was a normal rice stir-fry, and as for Miyamori Aoi, he brought his own fried chicken and steamed rice. .

The chicken nuggets look good because they are heated in the microwave. The golden-yellow appearance of the chicken nuggets has a strong fragrance, which made Zhang Beichuan feel a little greedy, and the sandwich in his hand suddenly became unfavorable.

"Do you want a piece?" Miyamori Aoi asked with a smile.

Ema Anyuan next to Zhang Beichuan smiled and said, "I don't care, I can't eat greasy food when I have a cold recently."

"Thank you." Zhang Beichuan didn't have any scruples, he took a piece and put it in his mouth, it was very crisp and fragrant.

"Ema, the original paintings drawn by op must also have your work." Aoi Miyamori asked curiously.

"I am not in charge of the original painting, I am only responsible for the animation part of it, I draw too many frames, and the most important original painting was not handed over to me. In fact, not to mention the original painting, but I am very nervous about the animation part I am doing now, for fear that I will not be able to do it myself. Okay, delay the progress." An Yuan Ema was a little low.

"There is no such thing. I trust you, Ema. I knew your strength in high school. You are no worse than anyone else. Did you forget the Seven Lucky Gods we made during the club period? Most of them are original paintings by you." Gong Senkui Road.

"Have you ever made animations alone before?" Zhang Beichuan was very curious after hearing this.

"Well, in the past, Ema Yasuhara and I were both members of the animation club. We once made a one-step animation together. Did it play it during the school festival? It was in charge of the production, and Ema was the original artist."

"It's amazing." Zhang Beichuan sighed. He really admired it. He had done animations by himself before, but it was only an animation of more than ten minutes. Such a short story did not even have the most basic plot. It was terrible. Animation, Certainly not one person can do it.

Zhang Beichuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Well, can I take a look? I'm just very curious."

Gong Senkui smiled: "It's no problem, I still keep the Seven Gods of Fortune, but I didn't bring it with me. I'll show it to you when I have time."

"thanks."

An Yuan Ema smiled and said, "It's okay, you can also evaluate the finished products of our student days when you see the Seven Lucky Gods."

"no problem."

......

Time flies, and many days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Sunday, weather: sunny, time: nine in the morning.

Today, Zhang Beichuan got a long-lost vacation. Although it was only one day, Zhang Beichuan originally planned to take a good sleep, but he suddenly thought that he still had an appointment with Fujimori Yuuki, so he had to grind and chirp in bed.

After taking a shower, Zhang Beichuan walked to the tram station with his illustrations and drawings.

"Hey, Chiba County's ticket is so expensive, and there are so many transfers. How good is Fujimori Yuuki who reimbursed me." Zhang Beichuan looked at the route and bought a ticket reluctantly. He had to transfer to Chiba County. Zhang Beichuan was a little distressed by the total sum of money from many roads. Before the salary was paid, Zhang Beichuan still had to rely on this money to survive.

Getting on the tram, putting the earphones on his ears, Zhang Beichuan listened to the song.

Zhang Beichuan usually has to listen to music on the farther tram. It’s not just a hobby or something, or it’s easy to fall asleep and stop when you don’t do it. Listening to music is better.

After sitting for about forty minutes, we finally arrived at our destination, Chiba Prefecture.

Zhang Beichuan walked a considerable distance again. The reason why he didn't take a taxi was because... he couldn't afford it.

I don't know why, but the taxis here in District 11 are ridiculously expensive. It's not the kind of top rich who really can't afford it. The starting price for two kilometers is 730 yen. If it is from an airport, it is even 25000 yen. More than 1,600 Huaxia coins, if it is late at night, the money will increase.

This is also the reason why few people in District 11 choose to take the tram to go to school or work, not because they don't want to take a taxi, but because they can't afford it.

Sifang Bunko, this is Zhang Beichuan's destination. This is an office building with five floors. When he came downstairs, Zhang Beichuan called Fujimori Yuuki.

"Hey, I'm already downstairs in the library."

"I see, I already told the front desk, you can just come in and go to the reception room on the second floor. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"OK." Hanging up the phone, Zhang Beichuan walked directly into the company, informed the front desk, got on the elevator, and came to the second floor.

"Let me see, yes, the reception room." Seeing the name of the reception room written on it, Zhang Beichuan walked in directly. There was no one in it at this time, and before Fujimori Yuki arrived, Zhang Beichuan sat on the seat. When he was idle and bored, he randomly selected a light novel from the bookshelf next to him and read it.

This light novel is still the subject of traveling to another world, but the author is very powerful, and some aspects are also very interesting, and Zhang Beichuan was fascinated by it for a while.

"Beichuan-kun, are you reading light novels like this in the company? Do you want to buy two and go back to read them?" A chuckle interrupted Zhang Beichuan's train of thought.

Yuuki Fujimori came out of the door in business attire. He was in his thirties. He had a good figure and long black hair was combed back. He didn't say how beautiful he looked, but he was still in the ranks of beauties. .

"Well, the author of this novel was discovered through hard work. It's well written." Yuuki Fujimori's voice was a little complacent.

"Good luck."

Zhang Beichuan's indifferent voice made Fujimori Yuuki grit his teeth: "You guys are really annoying."

The two have known each other for a long time, but the author and editor are not in a friendly and intimate relationship. Zhang Nichu and Yuuki Fujimori are the type who sneer at each other.

The cause of the incident was that the light novel written by Zhang Beichuan hit the street at that time. Yuuki Fujimori wanted Zhang Beichuan to write pure literature, but Zhang Beichuan was disappointed with the novel at that time and was planning to turn to illustration. From there, the two began to talk to each other. ridicule each other.

But sarcasm doesn't mean that the relationship is bad, on the contrary, it's good.