From White Box To Supervision

Miyamori Aoi is very lucky, and sometimes Zhang Beichuan has to envy her, because she can always find unknown talented people.

For example, Qingchuan Yina, before she came to Qingtian to work in the back room, was an office worker. She seemed to be a friend of Miyamori Aoi who met in the supermarket before, but she was dragged by Miaosen to Qingtian studio.

In terms of results, very talented indeed.

It's just that there are no shortcomings. I often change my own shots and editing according to my own ideas, but this aspect can only be formulated by Zhang Beichuan as a supervisor. If the quality is good, it is better, but it is often different from the place set by Zhang Beichuan. , so I was scolded by Zhang Beichuan several times, and this time I had to restrain myself a lot.

Zhang Beichuan is not a tyrant, and allows producers to create according to their own ideas, but the most important core must be designated by supervision, which cannot be changed.

This afternoon, Zhang Beichuan was immersed in the work copy when he heard the sound of thumping footsteps, followed by the appearance of Imai Green.

Her hair was tied back and she was wearing a blue dress, looking youthful and beautiful.

"Senior Beichuan, it's snowing outside."

Hearing this, Zhang Beichuan looked out the window, and sure enough, Zhang Beichuan saw the sky was pouring down a lot of goose feathers, and the snow was still heavy.

"No wonder it's colder than usual?" Zhang Beichuan wrapped his jacket tightly and turned on the air conditioner.

"Senior Beichuan, Xue, don't you feel excited at all?"

"It's not like I haven't seen it before, why are you so excited?" Zhang Beichuan smiled slightly.

"Supervisor Beichuan, let's have a drink at the izakaya in the evening." At this time, An Yuan Ema also walked in: "I also called Xiaomei, and Shizuka, you can also go in the evening."

"Hey, me? If you don't think I'm in the way, then I'll go." Zhang Beichuan joked.

"I don't dare to dislike supervision."

......

At night, Izakaya.

The snow is getting heavier and colder.

Imai Green, Yasuhara Ema, Zhang Beichuan, and Miyamori Aoi took the tram together and came to the izakaya. The izakaya here often comes.

Today's snowy night, but there are not fewer people in the izakaya than before, but more people. It is very warm to walk in.

Office workers in District 11 will have this habit. Generally, they will have a drink at an izakaya after get off work. Rao is a snowy night, and the same is true.

"Hey, it's finally getting warmer."

"Beichuan, you are here, I have already arranged the seats you booked, and this is the place. The space is big enough for you." The owner of the izakaya is a honest and faithful man with a surname called Takahashi. As for the name, it is not Clearly, because Zhang Beichuan often comes, the relationship is quite good, so it is quite easy to reserve a place.

"Are you serving food now?" he asked.

"Uncle Takahashi, wait a little longer, everyone is not all there yet."

"Okay, just remember to call me when you are all together."

"Okay, thank you."

Miyamori Aoi looked at her watch: "Strange, why are Shizuka and Xiaomei so slow, don't you think they were the first to come?"

"It is estimated that the tram was delayed because of the snow, so wait." Zhang Beichuan said.

Zhang Beichuan knew that Gong Senkui was worried, and because of the snow, he was worried about what happened to them on the road.

However, this worry soon disappeared, and Todo Misa and Sakagi Shizuka finally arrived late.

"I'm very sorry, the tram was delayed."

"Where is it? It came just right."

At this time, Uncle Takahashi also brought the dishes he ordered, and the most important wine. Here Zhang Beichuan ordered sake, and it was also heated sake, which is very suitable for this winter.

And the degree is not very high, it is also very suitable for girls to drink.

Zhang Beichuan sat here on the outermost side, picked up a tamagoyaki and ate it.

The girls next to them were talking about topics that they were interested in. In fact, it was a topic that some girls were talking about. It was snowing outside, drinking sake, eating vegetables, and listening to them discussing the past. This is also quite a bit. Fun.

When they were talking, Zhang Beichuan sat down to eat.

"Senior Beichuan, don't keep your head down and eat, you can also chat."

Zhang Beichuan stuffed a mouthful of food and said, "What am I talking about, you can talk, I'll just listen."

"Senior Beichuan, haven't you encountered anything interesting in your university?"

"No, except for part-time work, I just take classes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and nothing else."

Zhang Beichuan was indeed telling the truth. Apart from working and attending classes, he had basically nothing else to delay him.

"Don't you join the club? And I remember that there are study trips in the university."

"As for the club, I have applied to the painting department, but I'm rarely responsible for the big things. As for school leave, there is no such thing in the university. You're wrong."

"Then Beichuan-senpai, your days in college were really boring." Imai Ryu spit out.

"It's okay, because you're busy, you'll feel like time flies by quickly."

"Senior Beichuan, I recommend that you go to Okinawa to play in summer, or find a place to soak in a hot spring. It's really comfortable to soak in the warmth."

Zhang Beichuan smiled bitterly: "We have to wait until the plan is completed. It depends on the time for things like going out and traveling."

......

tonight. Zhang Beichuan drank a lot, and it was rare that he did not restrain himself, but he was not completely drunk, he could only say that he was slightly drunk.

In the evening, he was brought home by Miyamori Aoi, and when he woke up the next day, he found that it was still snowing heavily outside.

At this time, Zhang Beichuan also turned on his mobile phone and checked the weather forecast, only to realize that because of the next night, all the trams and other things will be out of service for one day, and people in downtown Tokyo can only stay at home.

Today, I will definitely not be able to go to the sunny studio, which is a rare holiday.

Seeing this, Zhang Beichuan posted the news to the group, closed his eyes, fell asleep immediately, and slept for a while before returning to sleep before waking up.

call.

The cold wind mixed with snow slapped against the window, making a whining sound, a little terrifying.