From White Box To Supervision

"Mr. Sugimoto, I don't know if this storyboard meets your standards," said Rinko Ogasawara.

"Naturally it fits." Sugimoto Yuuki's eyes were fiery.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Beichuan can also understand that a good original artist who does not want to draw high-quality original paintings may be very difficult, or it may make people very distressed, but as long as this difficulty is overcome in the past , The moment when the finished animation is played on TV, the sense of accomplishment cannot be described in words.

"Although I want to take over all of these original paintings, but as I get older and the difficulty of this part is added, the speed will definitely be very slow. Let me tell you, I can only accept part of it, I have accepted the part about the circus, but I have no choice for the rest of the original paintings."

"Only part of it?"

"Yes, because this part is very difficult, so I plan to concentrate on one aspect, the rest is really hard to take care of, although I don't want to admit it, but I'm already a seventy-three-year-old old man, if I Young, these are not enough for me to draw." Sugimoto Yuuki half-smiled, turning the pen in his hand.

"Since that's the case, I'll ask you, Mr. Sugimoto. I'll think of other ways to follow the original painting of the chase."

"Well, since you asked me to come, I will do my best." Sugimoto Yuuki said earnestly in a hoarse voice.

"The long drawing time is also because this aspect is very difficult to handle. I have also drawn original paintings in this area before, so I know it very well, and that's how it is. I also know the difficulty of your storytelling." Sugimoto Yukio He took out a finger: "The first point is smoothness. If you want to show the effect of your storyboard, the number of original paintings must be more, and the second is the expression of tension. What you draw in the storyboard is different from the performance of the original painting. The intensity will vary.”

"Then is the reality of fighter jets, because you need to know how fighter jets fly in the sky, and how they move and move. If you just imagine them in your mind and draw them, you won't be qualified, so I need some fighter jets. The prototype data and so on, the previous ones have been somewhat forgotten."

"Material, that's fine, Mr. Sugimoto, I'll let the company's production process send the data to you later."

At this time, Zhang Beichuan was indeed a little fortunate that Imai Green had found the information, otherwise it would have been very troublesome.

Afterwards, we discussed the details, and before I knew it, half an hour was over.

"Since that's the case, then we'll leave." Seeing that the discussion was almost the same, the two decided to leave.

"Wait." Sugimoto Yuki handed back the fruit and milk that he brought: "I'm very grateful for your kindness, but you should take these things back. I don't deserve credit, I haven't reached this level yet. when."

"It's not..." Zhang Beichuan was about to explain something, but was pulled back by Ronko Ogasawara.

"Then let's say goodbye first."

On the way back, the two seemed to sense Zhang Beichuan's doubts, and Ronko Ogasawara explained, "In fact, Mr. Sugimoto retired a long time ago, but three years ago, he came back again because of certain things, and the reason for his sacrifice was very Sadly, his son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident three years ago, leaving only the old man and a granddaughter."

"Mr. Sugimoto Yuki's family is not really rich. Without his son and daughter-in-law, it is even more difficult. For the tuition fee of his granddaughter, he had to come back to draw the original painting work again. However, after the death of his son and daughter-in-law, his temperament has also changed a bit, obviously he is in short supply. Money, but the original painting only accepts difficult and harsh conditions, so the income is meager.”

"I didn't expect Mr. Sugimoto to be so miserable." Zhang Beichuan sighed secretly.

"Let's not talk about this, do you have someone to help you draw the other part of the original painting? If there is no one I can do it, maybe it is not as good as Mr. Sugimoto Yuki. If you think I can't do it, you can also ask Mr. Sugiie Shigeru. ."

"Mr. Shan Jiang Mao?" Zhang Beichuan muttered to himself, suddenly smiled, and said, "No need, I have someone to choose."

Mr. Shigeru Sugi's original painting is still very strong, but he is not suitable for this type. One reason is that Mr. Shigeru has not been involved in this kind of original painting before, and the other is that Mr. Shigeru's style of painting does not match this.

Perhaps Mr. Shigeru Sugiie would still be able to draw high-quality original paintings if he had given him time, but right now he just doesn't have the time.

And Zhang Beichuan was thinking of himself.

Zhang Beichuan still has self-confidence in his original painting skills. Besides, with space for inspiration, it is not a problem to draw the remaining small part of the original painting.

It's just that it will be very tiring to have both the performance and the original painting work, but he doesn't plan to say it right away for the time being.

After returning to Musashino, in just a short time, the table was already filled with drawings that needed to be reviewed by myself, like a hill.

"Senior Beichuan, these are the drawings that you need to review, and the sound supervisor wants to ask you about the background music." Ando Tsubaki said.

"Okay, I know."

Zhang Beichuan rubbed his head: "The inspection of the original painting, the music meeting, the meeting of some of the characters, and the drawing of part of his original painting, the workload is a long way to go!"

Before that, Zhang Beichuan first edited a message on his mobile phone to Shuida Zhiyu, asking him to come for an interview tomorrow, and he didn't care about the rest. After all, he couldn't intervene in this kind of thing. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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"Sister Komori, Senior Beichuan has come back, why don't you give him the bento soon?" Outside the house, Ryo Imai persuaded Aoi Miyamori who was holding the bento.

"I...I can't do it, I'm a little nervous, and Beichuan may have already eaten it, so I can't do it." When Gong Senkui said this, her eyes almost turned into circles, she was cute and nervous, not at all. Usually made with a heroic appearance.

"Oh, why are you nervous? Isn't it just a matter of handing in a lunch box? Is it so hard?" Imai Green asked inexplicably.

"How about you deliver it for me."

"What are you talking about, Komori-senpai, what is the reason for the bento you made so hard? Come on, be brave."

"But..." Miyamori Aoi wanted to say something, but Imai Green, who couldn't stand it, pushed him in directly.

Bang! The door was pushed loudly.

"It's you, Miaosen, is there something wrong?" Zhang Beichuan chuckled when he saw Gong Senkui walking in.

Today, she is wearing a beautiful shirt and a pair of jeans. Her legs are slender. Although her face is a little red, she is very beautiful.

"Miao Sen, why is your face a little red?" Zhang Beichuan hurriedly stepped forward, touched Gong Senkui's forehead with his hand, and said to himself, "I don't have a fever!"

Probably because of the close distance, Miyamori Aoi's face turned even redder, and handed the bento in her hand to Zhang Beichuan.

"I see that you went out at noon, so you probably haven't eaten yet. This... This is a bento. It's already heated. Eat it while it's hot!"

"Gu Gu." Zhang Beichuan's stomach rumbling immediately after smelling the aroma in the bento, reminded him that he hadn't eaten lunch yet.

"Ah, thank you."

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