From White Box To Supervision

This night was really hard to describe. Zhang Beichuan covered four layers of quilts overnight so that he didn't feel too cold. In the middle of the night, in the space, he started the learning mode of being a scholar again, and began to read the books given to him by the supervisor.

In high school, it's not as fast as it is now!

Early the next morning, Zhang Beichun was pulled up to eat before he woke up from his sleep. It turned out that his sister was eating and drinking porridge.

"Hurry up and drink it, it will be cold in a while."

"Sister, where did you get the porridge from? I remember that I don't seem to have any porridge here." Zhang Beichuan asked.

"I found a ten-thousand-year-old electric cooker in your drawer. Didn't I bring you some materials? This one doesn't need a stove, but it's really inconvenient that you don't have a kitchen here, so you don't think about changing the place. live?"

"Hmm, yes." Zhang Yiqiao echoed.

Zhang Beichuan spread his hands: "No money! Although this place is small and inconvenient, the rent is very cheap."

Zhang Zilin was a little helpless. It wasn't that she didn't send him money before, but Zhang Beichuan rejected them all. At most, she called her because Zhang Beichuan was going to sign up for a production class the year before last and he had no money. Just ask for money this time.

For the rest, even if she gave Zhang Beichuan money, he basically earned his living by working.

"How about I give you money to rent a house?"

"No need, sister, I know you're good for me, but I'll think about changing to a rental property recently. I've made a lot of money recently, and I've saved a little recently, so there shouldn't be any problem with changing to a better room for rent. , I can pay without making you bear the burden." Zhang Beichuan said.

He really wanted to change to a rental house. It was really inconvenient here, even if he lived there for a long time.

As for the extra money, it is the fees earned from the illustrations drawn by myself.

But not now, but at least until after this year.

"You are so rigid." Zhang Zilin shook her head.

As the night draws near,

Zhang Beichuan had already communicated with Uncle Gaotian and the others. At first, he just wanted to borrow their kitchen, but Mrs. Gaotian proposed to celebrate the New Year together. After careful consideration, Zhang Beichuan agreed.

Zhang Zilin was in high spirits, and she also came to the kitchen to help Mrs. Takata. The dishes in the evening should be very rich, and dishes from both countries will come out.

Zhang Yiqiao was playing with Mrs. Gaotian's daughter. Zhang Beichuan was idle and curious, and came to Gaotian Yicheng's study. At this time, he was typing on the computer. The room was filled with smoke and had a strong smell of smoke.

Seeing him being so serious, Zhang Beichuan originally wanted to quit, but Gao Tianyicheng seemed to hear footsteps, looked up to see Zhang Beichuan, and said with a smile, "Come in."

"Uncle Takada, I didn't know you were working there."

"It's alright," Takada Kazunari waved his hand to show his understanding, "I also forgot to close the door."

"Uncle Takada, are you writing... a script?" Zhang Beichuan asked.

"Well, yes, I've been hired as a screenwriter for several animations recently, and the workload is a bit heavy. Now that I have time, I have to write it, and I also need to search for some information. It's really a headache."

"Is there a lot of animation production recently? Why is there so much work?" Zhang Beichuan asked.

"I don't know why, the animations to be produced in the last two years are higher than each quarter. Compared with 56 years ago, there are more animations produced in a quarter than in the previous half year. It is difficult for the industry to become a real pill." Takadaichi Cheng made a joke.

"For profit." Zhang Beichuan spread his hands. Because of the increase in overseas copyrights every year, a large number of capitalists have been attracted to invest in animation, but the market is so large that it is impossible to quickly produce so many finished products, but the committee does not care about you. , can only sacrifice quality in exchange for works.

"Huh." Takata Ichicheng exhaled and said, "I prefer to try to do the best possible script for a work, but as you can see, I want to support my family, and the company has given me time to complete the script. Not much, some details were handed over hastily without being carefully sculpted at all.”

"But I'm really a little unwilling to just finish a work like this. Although I have some complaints now, I really want to create a real classic script. To tell you the truth, my grandfather was a writer, My father is also a screenwriter, so I am eager to write a 'heartwarming work' to heal people's hearts, like a warrior."

"A warrior of love?"

Zhang Beichuan sounded inexplicably and felt a little hairy in his heart, as if he had witnessed the birth of something, a kind of terrifying feeling, but it was nothing to feel hungry.

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

But he still comforted and smiled: "Then I wish Uncle that you will be able to write it right away."

"Definitely." Takada Kazunari smiled.

"I came out to eat." Mrs. Takada's voice came from outside, and there was also the voice of holding chopsticks.

Zhang Beichuan heard the sound and saw the dishes on the table outside, he couldn't help but said, "It's really luxurious!"

On the table, in addition to the luxurious Japanese ingredients, there are also Chinese dishes made by his sister, which are too rich. In Zhang Beichuan's eyes, it is simply a glowing special effect~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Japanese-style roast pork and tempura , sushi salmon, mustard noodles, matcha cake...

Chinese dishes include braised lion head, braised octopus, sweet and sour pork loin, mapo tofu...

Luxurious to the point of explosion!

Mrs. Gao Tian and Zhang Beichuan's sister Zhang Zilin are both superb cooking masters. The dishes they make are a pleasure to put on the table.

"By the way, it's time to watch the red and white song party." Gao Tianyicheng turned on the TV. The red and white song party here is a program. In short, it is similar to the Spring Festival Gala in China, which has a history of more than 60 years. Now, it's mainly a singing competition. Female singers form the red team and male singers form the white team to compete with each other to celebrate.

It has also evolved into a custom.

For this, Zhang Beichuan has seen it several times, but he doesn't pay much attention to it. Besides, there are various variety shows on TV. For the variety shows in District 11, Zhang Beichuan admires them very much. Because they will use any means to amuse the audience.

"cheers."

Raised a glass to celebrate, it was officially ready to eat.

Zhang Beichuan first tasted the braised octopus made by his sister. This was his favorite before, and he hadn't eaten it for a long time. Naturally, he missed it.

Delicious as always, of course, Mrs. Takada's craftsmanship is not bad, and the tempura she makes is also top-notch.

"Delicious." Zhang Beichuan praised vaguely.

Uncle Takata also picked up the glass and drank sake. Because his sister was there, Zhang Beichuan didn't drink it. The sister herself didn't stop drinking, but Zhang Beichuan always felt terrified when he did this kind of thing in front of his sister.

This is a personal problem, even if Zhang Beichuan is already an adult.

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