Entertainment to the death, make a tokusatsu film that will crush the entire internet.

Watching the two industry leaders burying themselves in their studies like students, Li Lin couldn't help but swallow hard.

He wanted to speak, but felt that nothing he said would be appropriate at this moment.

Wisteria put down Steins;Gate and reached for another book—Code Geass.

Turn it over.

The first sentence is the core conflict: the Holy Britannian Empire invaded Japan, Japan became "Area 11" and was completely enslaved.

Next is the design of the main character.

A prince exiled by the empire, a boy who grew up in hatred.

He gained the power of "absolute command" and embarked on the path of rebellion.

She flipped to the back and saw the line of dialogue that had been marked as an important line:

Can a person who is hated find happiness?

"The only people who are willing to be killed are those who have the right to fire a gun."

Her heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Ming also put down "Death Note" and picked up "Akame ga Kill!".

He flipped to the character settings section, his gaze lingering on a line of notes.

"All the core characters in this game die, and there is no happy ending."

He suddenly looked up and glanced at Yang Qian.

Yang Qian was leisurely drinking tea, holding a teacup, without even lifting her eyelids.

Zhang Ming lowered his head again and continued flipping through the pages.

The more I look at it, the more alarmed I become.

The more I looked, the more silent I became.

They seemed to be under some kind of spell; once they opened a book, they couldn't stop.

One story after another unfolds before them, and one worldview after another is constructed, collided, and explodes in their minds.

at last.

Li Lin's endurance reached its limit first.

He coughed lightly, breaking the silence with a cautious tone.

"What do you all think?"

Zhang Ming put down the folder in his hand and took a deep breath.

The arrogance, scrutiny, and resentment in his eyes vanished completely at that moment.

Instead, there was shock, confusion, and disbelief.

There was also a hint of bewilderment after being crushed.

"How much...how much do you actually have left?"

Yang Qian thought for a moment and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Enough to film for ten years."

"If that's not enough, I'll write more."

Zhang Ming leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, remaining motionless for a long time.

He remembered what he had said twenty minutes earlier.

How much talent can a person have?

Now he has the answer.

It is not a river.

It is a sea.

The kind that has no bottom.

The wisteria flower also put down the folder in its hand.

She remained silent for a long time, so long that Zhang Ming thought she wouldn't speak.

Then she spoke.

"Did you write all these scripts by yourself?"

Yang Qian shook his head: "Some of them were my ideas, and some were the team's achievement, but I personally oversaw the outline and core settings."

The wisteria flowers looked at him as if he were a species that could not be categorized.

The man was sitting across from her.

Young, calm, even with a hint of harmless smile.

But the contents of the three handcarts in front of him are enough to shake up the entire animation industry.

She suddenly remembered many things.

I recall her composure when she used her platform advantage to suppress the Land of Light.

I recall her triumphant expression when she signed "Dreamy Girl".

I recall her unwavering statement at the board meeting: "The Land of Light cannot be made for girls."

Looking back now, it's all a joke.

In the face of true talent, all the games, schemes, and calculations are nothing more than castles on the beach.

When the tide comes in, a wave comes and everything is gone.

Li Lin felt the time was right and cleared his throat: "So, everyone, who do you think is the most suitable person to take the lead in this matter?"

The wisteria flower glanced at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming also glanced at the wisteria flowers.

Neither of them spoke.

silence.

Silence is the answer.

Yang Qian put down her teacup.

"Then let's do it this way: the Land of Light will take the lead, with the penguins and tanuki cooperating."

"The legal department will devise a plan for the specific division of labor and terms."

He glanced at the wisteria blossoms, then at Zhang Ming.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

The wisteria flower nodded.

Zhang Ming nodded as well.

No objection.

There wasn't even the bare minimum of bargaining.

Li Lin watched this scene from the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He silently made a mental note of this moment.

A studio that had been established for less than a year managed to intimidate two industry giants.

In a corner of the conference room, Guo Fan and Nagano Hiroshi exchanged a glance.

They both had a knowing smile in their eyes.

"Finally, they've pulled it down."

Guo Fan lowered his voice, his tone filled with a sense of exhilaration.

This will free up a lot of resources and manpower for the studio, bringing us one step closer to starting filming for "The Wandering Earth".

Nagano Hiroshi crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, letting out a soft sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"This is good for you, and it's good for me too."

He looked down at his hands.

Those hands, in countless days of filming, raised the glow stick and shouted "Tiga" countless times.

"He's played Daigo for so long."

He smiled, a hint of emotion in his voice, "Finally, we can make a transition."

An actor cannot be defined by a single role for their entire life.

He had wanted to try something different for a long time.

Other roles, other types, even other identities.

Guo Fan patted him on the shoulder and grinned, "Don't worry, Director Yang has plenty of roles for you to choose from in his script library."

Hiroya Nagano laughed: "That's a deal then. Next time there's a suitable opportunity for me, you'll have to put in a good word for me with Director Yang."

"What's all this talk? Just tell him directly."

"That won't do, I'm a rather reserved person."

"Are you being reserved?"

The two continued to exchange glances.

"Everyone, there are still many things to attend to in the Land of Light, so I'll be leaving now."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Yang Qian stood up.

When I got to the door...

Yang Qian suddenly stopped and looked at the wisteria flowers and Zhang Ming.

"In addition, I am hosting a banquet at the Kingdom of Light's cafeteria tomorrow, and I hope Manager Li and the two of you will be able to attend."

He paused, then added.

"This time it's just for a meal."

"Master chef in charge of cooking."

The wisteria flower paused slightly, glanced at Zhang Ming, and then nodded.

Zhang Ming nodded, his expression much more relaxed than before.

Li Lin laughed and cursed from the side.

"I know, Director Yang. Who in the entire City A doesn't know that you have a top-notch chef hidden in your cafeteria? No need to brag anymore."

Yang Qian smiled, said nothing more, and turned to leave the conference room.

Su Xiaoran and Nagano Hiroshi followed behind him, and Guo Fan also quickly caught up.

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Wisteria stood up. Instead of leaving immediately, she walked to the three handcarts.

My eyes swept back and forth across the densely packed folders.

She reached out and picked up a book—

Fox Spirit Matchmaker.

The outline of a story about a love between a human and a demon, and a continuation of a predestined relationship through reincarnation, slowly unfolds.

Tu Shan Hong Hong, Tu Shan Ya Ya, Wang Quan Fu Gui, Dong Fang Yue Chu.

Each character has a complete personality design, backstory, and character arc.

"Even if a thousand swords pierce my heart, I will not regret it; I will smile at each other and disregard royal power."

She read a dozen pages, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips, one that she herself didn't even realize.

Any one of these scripts could feed an average animation company for three years.

Here, they are piled on shopping carts, like promotional items in a supermarket.

Zhang Ming also stood up and patted the wrinkles on his suit.

Zhang Ming also stood up and patted the wrinkles on his suit that had been created by sitting on it.

He stared at the three handcarts, remained silent for a full five seconds, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"That kid—"

He shook his head, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Li Lin sat in his seat, looking at the complex expressions remaining on those two faces, and silently gave Yang Qian a thumbs up in his heart.

This is hardly a trap.

This is like overturning the table of the Feast at Hongmen and then setting up a banquet on the spot.

You have to eat it whether you want to or not.

If you don't eat it, the people at the next table will eat your portion too.