Rebirth of the Father of Anime

In He Chen's mind, the young master should be a legend who wears a white suit, comes on stage with BGM, steps on the rhythm of BGM with a chic figure, and dances a gorgeous waltz.

But the one in front of him was looking at the manga - from the cover, He Chen was absolutely sure that this guy was reading "Conan". The decadent boy "boy" with a lollipop in his mouth doesn't look like the young master of the black society.

There are two low tables and cushions next to the young master. Under the leadership of the girl in kimono, He Chen also imitated the young master's appearance and sat cross-legged on the cushions. This anti-human sitting posture is similar to torture.

Then, a sliding door behind He Chen opened, and two girls in kimonos who were waiting inside bent over to add sake and some sushi snacks for He Chen and the translator, and brought a basin of warm water for He Chen to wash his hands, and then used a towel Dry them off.

From beginning to end, the kimono girl didn't even raise her head.

After doing all this, the girl in kimono bowed her body back to the compartment again, closed the door, and continued to wait for orders.

He Chen was being manipulated like a puppet on a string, and the shock in his heart couldn't be further increased.

This Nima is the enjoyment!

He Chen is considered rich now, right?

But compared to this young master, He Chen is simply a bumpkin from the countryside.

When He Chen felt the deep malice from the world, the young master put Conan down, raised his eyelids slightly, looked at He Chen carefully, then took out the lollipop from his mouth, and greeted He Chen.

"Yo! Teacher Porter!"

It turned out to be a very good mandarin with a northeast accent, which even made He Chen feel as if he was watching the Spring Festival Gala.

"It's good to see you! I like your comics very much. I wanted to go to the China Animation Festival last time, but I was delayed... Maybe the gods heard my prayers and let you come to Tokyo, satisfying me to see you wish!" Facing He Chen, the young master's dead fish eyes slightly opened, very excited.

His voice was low and had a lazy feel to it.

For such a super fan with a prominent background. He Chen greeted him politely: The other party is a black man, and without understanding his nature, He Chen dare not talk nonsense.

"Can you find a photo with me? Can you sign me? I have every comic of yours in my collection!" While talking,

The young master summoned a few more girls in kimono, hugged all the collection of comics he had collected, and looked at He Chen expectantly.

How dare He Chen refuse?

So the happy young master asked the girl in kimono to wear a professional camera. Take a photo with He Chen.

"... If so many comics are signed, it will be night." He Chen looked at the comic books that were already taller than himself, and gave a small reminder.

After the young master heard it, he felt that it seemed to be very troublesome, so he was in regret. He Chen was only asked to sign the first volume of the collector's edition of each work.

"These are the first editions of every work and every volume I bought from Huaxia. I didn't know much Chinese before. In order to feel the charm of your comics more deeply, I specially asked someone to teach me Chinese. Teacher He Chen, what do you think of my Chinese?"

"... very good!"

In fact, He Chen really wanted to know if he learned Chinese from the Spring Festival Gala. This mandarin with a Northeast taste made He Chen want to laugh but dare not laugh. I can only drink non-stop to relieve the pain in my stomach.

Feeling that the young master was not malicious, He Chen was slightly relieved. Then greeted the young master very politely, and talked about some stories in the comics that the young master was interested in.

"The comics you create are very interesting, and I am following each one. It is a pity that you ended "Doraemon" not long ago. I feel that the story can be drawn forever. Why did you end it? "The young master said regretfully.

He Chen was also helpless. If it is not finished, he will not be able to draw it. After all, he is not Mr. Fujiko himself.

For readers, eunuchs are extremely hated. If you make a good eunuch of "Doraemon", it will be an eternal regret for people all over the world-just like "Dream of Red Mansions".

A story without an ending is an incomplete story.

That's why He Chen chose a fan ending that even the officials thought would affect them and banned them, even though there were still very obvious bugs in it. But it is the ending that most fits the content of the first chapter of "Doraemon".

"Because it's gone." He Chen could only answer like this.

This can be regarded as the end for He Chen in his heart, but even if the comic series ends. The weekly animation is still on time to meet you.

At least "Doraemon" won't end until He Chen's child grows up - even though He Chen doesn't even have a wife now, let alone a child.

After drinking for three rounds, the young master suddenly said to He Chen: "Mr. He Chen, I wonder if I can ask you to draw a cartoon?"

Please draw manga yourself?

He Chen was taken aback, and looked at the young master suspiciously.

Does the young master have any scripts that he wants to read, and He Chen needs to write it?

The young master complained to He Chen: "Most of your comics are about China or other worlds, and only one "Conan" is related to Dongying. Although those stories are very exciting, I think our Dongying also has a lot of things worth creating. Story." While speaking, the young master stuffed a snack into his mouth.

The desserts are very sweet, He Chen couldn't eat any more after eating just one, but the young master loved it so much.

"Didn't there already be an animation company in Dongying...Sorry, I just think that the stories created by your own people should be better than those created by me, an outsider." He Chen asked desperately, only to realize that his words seemed a little bit No, followed by an explanation.

The young master didn't take it seriously, waved his hand lazily, and called the girl in kimono who was on standby to come in and fill up the wine dispensers of several people, and then said: "Don't mention them, the painting has no meaning at all, it's just an insult to you comics!"

He Chen mourned for a second for the comics industry in the island country. I wonder if the young master will sink the author into Tokyo Bay in a rage because the comic stories created by someone are too rubbish?

Regarding this question, He Chen didn't dare to try it out.

"This one is quite simple. When I was painting "Conan", I had many themes related to Japan..." He Chen thought for a while and found an excuse. His comics have all been changed. If you want pure island content, as long as you don't change it, there is no problem at all.

"Really? Does that have anything to do with us?" the young master asked excitedly.

About the club?

He Chen recalled the anime in his memory, and said: "There are several, such as a series of interesting things that happened when the daughter of the boss of the murloc gang fell in love with humans; daughter, the daughter of the chief of the Police Department, and the youthful love stories of ordinary girls..."

"Love story? It's too boring. Is there anything exciting?"

"Yes! The little bastard and his brothers valued love and righteousness, and grew up from a small boy to the boss of the club! There is also a group of gamblers controlled by you because they borrowed usury and were unable to repay the debt. A series of thrilling events gambling game!"

"It's too ordinary, I don't want to read documentary comics. It's better to have manly comics about aliens, people from the future, people from different worlds, people with superpowers, etc. that make people excited!" Dead Fisheye suddenly entered the blood-blooded mode.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but He Chen always felt that his words seemed familiar.

"Blood, too much! In the "Generation of Great Pirates", in order to compete for the treasure left by the One Piece, a group of alternative pirates who punish rape, eradicate evil, and promote justice compete with various forces, enemies, and governments!"

"Sounds like fun, but is there anything else?"

"How about the god of death? A group of invisible gods of death who specialize in purifying the souls of superhuman beings after death. In order to protect human beings and the god of death, they fight against various enemies."

"... Is there anything more relevant to our side?"

"More appropriate? Then the ninjas! The societies formed by the group ninjas fought with each other, and finally found that there were terrorists who wanted to destroy the societies, so they united and fought against the terrorists!"

"Teacher He Chen, you are too ridiculous! A ninja is a sneak attack, and a confrontation with someone is a failed ninja!"

"Okay, ninjas can't do it, so let's be samurai... Shinsengumi is a society formed by samurai. In an overhead world, aliens become the government and suppress the samurai society, which leads to the decline of samurai. However, there is still a Chinese character Hold on to the soul of the samurai..."

"Samurai! This is good! Just listening to it will make your blood boil, let's draw this!"

"However, I still have several comics serialized in my hand, and I can't start a new one for the time being." He Chen said.

The young master rubbed his chin in thought, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said to He Chen, "Isn't assistants able to improve your drawing speed? If I find more assistants for you, can I share some of them with you?"

He Chen smiled: "It is indeed possible, but assistants are not easy to find. They must have a matching style and sufficient strength." He also wants to find more assistants, but the few comics he has now are very demanding. , among his own assistants, are not enough to control. And the only pervert Inoue who has the ability to control, but because of the current personality problem, he is not interested in all subjects other than " ", and is currently in the stage of being secretly taught by He Chen, so he can't use it for the time being.

"Naturally! To be your assistant, what if you don't have enough strength?" The young master said, "Does that mean that if you find someone who is qualified to be your assistant to be your assistant, you will draw this cartoon?" The Lord is still lazy, but there is confidence in the laziness.

He Chen's heart skipped a beat. He had no power or power in the island country. Even if he knew the names of some great gods, he didn't know who was the one he was looking for in this vast crowd.

If you are looking for it with the strength of the Yamada group... .)