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Chapter 226: The national wind rises!
"Look, this is our booth!"

At the Tokyo International Manga Exhibition Center, a man with glasses named "Black Bird" pointed to a small dark room in the corner and said with a forced smile.

"Wow, that's great."

Bao Yuanyuan exclaimed, stood at the door and looked around inside.

A girl in ancient costume came over with a smile, she seemed to be a cosplayer, and said to Bao Yuanyuan very familiarly: "You are a dumpling, right? Wait, sister will pour you a glass of water."

"Are you... Aunt Xue?"

Bao Yuanyuan was taken aback for a moment, then surprise appeared on her face, perhaps because she had made a phone call online, she directly revealed the girl's online name.

"Haha, don't be surprised, it's her." At this time, another man came out from behind the booth.

He was in his early thirties, with a thick beard, and said with a hearty smile, "My name is Zhang Yongkang, and I am the leader of this small team. You can also call me by my online name——Yuxian."

"Yuxian... isn't that the group leader?" Bao Yuanyuan was surprised again, it turned out that the group leader of their two-dimensional group was a sexy uncle in his early thirties.

Zhang Yongkang smiled, and said disapprovingly: "Whether the group leader is not the group leader, it's all fake, let's come in and take a look at the booth. Speaking of which, you two are still the first batch of tourists today."

"Huh? Did no one watch it before?"

Bao Yuanyuan was a little surprised.

Because she knows that the friends she knows are engaged in domestic animation. Although they are not very popular, they really care about the content.

Seeing the misery in front of the booth now, I can't help feeling a little sad.

"Well, the market for Guoman has become more and more difficult in recent years. It may be because we are not strong enough. The studio has lost a lot of money in the past few years. I also plan not to continue to do Spring and Autumn Dreams and do Guochuang. Well, let’s honestly find a company to work for.”

Zhang Yongkang sighed, looked at He Xiao again, stretched out his hand and said, "Are you Tuanzi's elder brother? Forgive me for my poor hospitality, I made you laugh."

"It's nothing, you guys can make the booth into the Ariake International Convention and Exhibition Center, it's already very powerful." He Xiao shook hands with him, with a comforting tone, and then said: "By the way, can you introduce it to me? Is it your work?"

"Okay." Zhang Yongkang is very talkative, pointing to a poster standing at the door and began to introduce their representative work that has been serialized for three years, a 3D Chinese manga called "The Sword of the Emperor of Qin".

He Xiao listened carefully to the stories of Zhang Yongkang and others, and couldn't help but feel a little touched.

They are a group of people, the oldest is no more than 35 years old, no background, no connections, either from wild backgrounds, or graduates from academic schools, they get together to realize the dream of Guoman in their hearts.

Under the organization of Zhang Yongkang, they established an animation studio five years ago to attract investment and set up venues, but after several setbacks, they released several works in a row, but no one cared about them, and became eliminated in this huge market.

Three years ago, Zhang Yongkang sold his house and spent several million yuan to make a lonely throw, determined to produce this Chinese manga called "Qinhuangjian", and serialized it on the Cmile Cmile video website.

This is a work polished by all their failed experiences, whether it is quality, picture, dubbing, etc., it has swept the previous work.

It's a pity that the reality is so cruel that Zhang Yongkang can't believe it. God seems to have played a joke on him again.

This "Qin Huang Jian", a collection of everyone's painstaking efforts, also hit the street.

The million-dollar investment gained from selling the house was wasted, and everyone's blood and sweat was trampled underfoot by the reality, crushed into powder.

The animation market is too saturated. Riman has already taken an absolute advantage, and Guoman's status is in jeopardy. Wanting to stand out is like a dream come true.

Frustrated, Zhang Yongkang finally decided to disband the studio. This is the last time they will show their works at the comic exhibition.

After today, everyone in the team will return to their hometown and return to the nine-to-five life.

There will be no such resounding titles as "Black Bird", "Aunt Xue", "Yu Xian"...

Like hundreds of rivers entering the sea, they all went their separate ways.

It's really a sadder story than a sad one.

He Xiao didn't know what to say, so he patted Zhang Yongkang on the shoulder to comfort him.

"By the way, can I have a look at your work?"

"Yes." Zhang Yongkang nodded, took out a laptop, and played the latest episode of "Qin Huang Jian" for He Xiao.

The total length is only 7 minutes, which is also a common problem of many Chinese comics. Compared with Japanese comics, which basically started in 10 minutes, they lost all their advantages.

However, the picture is still good, but the plot and rhythm are a bit loose and not attractive enough.

"There is also a special short story of "The Sword of the Emperor of Qin" made by everyone crazy before our whole team disbanded. It only lasts 30 seconds, but I can guarantee that every frame is painstaking effort, and it will definitely not lose to top western animation productions. Do you want to see it?"

After Zhang Yongkang turned off the video, he seemed a little unwilling after thinking about it, and wanted to prove himself.

Maybe even he himself doesn't know where this reluctance comes from, whether he wants to prove it to He Xiao, or to prove it to the world.

He Xiao naturally readily agreed upon hearing this, and the 30-second special short story was presented in front of him.

When the magnificent music came, a distant scene appeared in the video. It was a peach grove with flying peach leaves, and the heroine appeared elegantly in a silk skirt.

Suddenly, the sound of the music became quicker, with swords piercing the air and spears piercing the clouds, and the scene instantly turned into a fight in the rivers and lakes with swords, lights and swords.

"This……"

He Xiao was shocked.

I was shocked by the 30-second picture in front of me.

So delicate!

So beautiful!

Although he doesn't know animation production, he can tell that the PV in front of him, whether it's character modeling, screen rendering, costume design, special effects scenes, or martial arts action, is currently the best in the world.

Any frame can be used as wallpaper!
Even the major animation studios in the West are nothing more than that!
How can such a team be unknown?
How can such a team be unknown?

He Xiao's eyes on Zhang Yongkang changed.

They have the best technology and the most sincere heart, but no one appreciates or invests.

But if the hope of Guoman's rise is no longer on them, who can it be pinned on?

In an instant, a bold idea was born in He Xiao's head.

He absolutely cannot let such a powerful animation production team slip away in front of him!
What is most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

And Zhang Yongkang's team is a nest of talents, and it's still the kind of people who don't meet their talents!

"Brother, we are going back to China tomorrow, I wish you and Tuanzi a happy time at the comic exhibition."

Zhang Yongkang squeezed out a smile and said, perhaps because of the reason for pouring out his heart, this smile is a bit carefree.

Then put away the laptop, he was leaving here.

"Are you willing to withdraw from the market like this? Give up your Guoman dream?"

Suddenly, a voice came into his ears, making his footsteps stop when he was about to leave.

"If I invest in you and give you an excellent story, do you dare to lead the team to fight again? Fight again for Guoman?!"

The voice was like a magic voice, which made Zhang Yongkang turn his head abruptly. After a long time, he smiled wryly: "Brother, don't make fun of me. Investing in an animation is too expensive, and there are publicity, distribution... It’s not something that can be said and done.”

"You think I'm teasing you?"

He Xiao looked into his eyes, stretched out his hands the next moment, and slowly took off the mask he was wearing on his face.

Afterwards, a face that was so familiar to the people of Huaguo appeared in the small comic booth.

Just hear a "pop".

Zhang Yongkang sat on the ground...

(End of this chapter)