Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 112 Politically Correct Projects

The next morning.

A cell phone ringing woke Lin An from the sofa.

He groped around on the coffee table in a daze, then grabbed his phone, held it to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Feed?"

"Not up yet?"

Chang Guangxi's voice came through the receiver, carrying a gentle tone characteristic of an elder: "Would it be convenient for you to come out for some morning tea?"

Lin An moved the phone away from his ear and squinted at the time on the screen.

7:13 AM.

He put the phone back to his ear, closed his eyes, and mumbled, "Some other time, I have a show to do today."

Actually, no, or rather, he only has time in the afternoon. But during his rare break, he didn't want to talk about work, or rather, he didn't want to talk about work with a grumpy old man.

Chang Guangxi wasn't surprised and went straight to the point: "I sent you an invitation to an international animation festival in New York, USA. It starts at the end of March and lasts for three days. Do you have time to attend?"

Lin An was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his senses: "America? New York?"

Chang Guangxi smiled and echoed, "Yes, America, New York."

He said, "You don't need to worry about the visa. Shanghai Animation Film Studio has the necessary channels to expedite your application."

This is too much of a coincidence! I was just worrying about going abroad, and it's already solved? Lin An subconsciously touched his pocket, thinking that the "balance pointer" was still working, but found that he had reached for nothing.

Only then did he realize that the thing had long since lost its effectiveness, becoming just an ordinary pointer, and had been thrown into the trash.

"Why did you suddenly decide to go to New York?" Lin An asked tentatively.

He didn't suspect that Chang Guangxi had tricked him into going abroad to get kidneys and to engage in human trafficking, but this sudden invitation was indeed a bit strange.

Chang Guangxi paused for a few seconds, then said somewhat reluctantly, "We discussed it and decided to take this opportunity to contact some foreign animation companies to see if we could skip the concept animation and directly secure investment with the script and artwork."

This... Lin An opened his mouth, feeling both amused and exasperated.

It seems that Shanghai Animation Film Studio is even poorer than he imagined; they're not even willing to do concept animation.

That's true... cinematic animation costs money every minute. If you can just start the project directly, why bother making something that's unlikely to be used in the main feature?

As for why it's the United States, that's easy to understand.

The script for "Kung Fu Panda" is itself an American-style heroism, so hiring an American company would undoubtedly have the highest success rate.

Based on this, it is only natural to position it as the "International Comic Con" in New York... Even in the United States, there are only a handful of cities qualified to host international events.

Lin An's thoughts kept wandering, but after figuring out the key point, he said, "I'm fine."

Chang Guangxi said with satisfaction, "Very good. Fill out the form I sent you when you have time, and then send it to the Shanghai Animation Film Studio immediately."

Lin An paused for a few seconds, then hesitated before saying, "I've actually already applied for a passport and visa."

Chang Guangxi was taken aback for a moment, then became even more satisfied: "That's even better. I'll send someone directly to contact Beijing, saving you the trouble of running errands."

Lin An nodded repeatedly, feeling great about having someone backing him up.

No wonder everyone wants to climb the ladder; the feeling of having privileges is something only those who have experienced it truly understand!

After a moment of reflection, Lin An hung up the phone and began to think about his upcoming schedule.

The successful broadcast of "Happy Camp" has left Song Dian owing him a huge favor, but there's no need to rush into contacting him; that would make him seem too opportunistic...

"The Night the Comet Came" has entered post-production, and Pang Jingming will take over the remaining tasks. His interference would only make him unpopular...

Filming for "iPartment" is also nearing its end, with wrapping up at the end of the month already in the works...

With this calculation, most of his problems have been resolved; what remains are just some trivial matters.

As for the progress of "Blind Shaft" and the establishment of Little Dingdang Film Company... we can only wait until he returns from the United States.

Lin An's thoughts kept wandering, his brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.

For some reason, he felt like he had forgotten something.

With the Oscars approaching, news about movies is gradually increasing.

"Gua Sha," produced by Forbidden City Pictures and co-invested by Huayi Brothers, is a box office hit, and there are countless related interviews.

When Zhang Yimou began auditions for "Hero," he wasn't as outspoken as he would become later when facing reporters. He simply said it was a historical epic and hoped everyone would support it.

After rising to fame with "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," Zhang Ziyi has firmly established herself in the film industry. One day she's promoting her collaboration with Wong Kar-wai on "2046," and the next she's expressing her willingness to play only a supporting role in "Big Shot's Funeral"—her ambition is incredibly strong.

Compared to her, Gao Yuanyuan is practically a salted fish.

"Although the film was banned by the authorities and not allowed to be reported, it is still an honor."

Lin An sat at the desk in his hotel room, sketching concept art as he said, "The Berlin Silver Bear is no ordinary award. Even for the sake of the future, I can't miss it."

Gao Yuanyuan leaned back on the sofa, barefoot, holding a bowl of washed strawberries in her arms, and said without turning her head:

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"I don't think they really invited me sincerely, so it doesn't matter whether I go or not."

She brought a strawberry to her lips, took a bite, and the juice stained her lips red. Then she picked up another strawberry, turned to the side, and handed it to Doraemon who was standing next to her.

"Thanks."

Doraemon smiled and thanked him, taking the strawberry with his round hand, but subtly shifting his body half an inch to the side.

Lately, this older sister has been coming to their room all the time and sitting there for most of the day. It's so bad that if he wants to get a comic book, he has to sneak into the bathroom while she's there, like he's doing something sneaky.

Unlike Nobita, Lin An is very popular with girls... Doraemon stuffed a strawberry into his mouth and glanced at someone with a playful expression.

That scoundrel Doraemon is definitely laughing at me... Lin An's cheeks twitched slightly, the pencil tip paused on the paper, almost drawing crookedly, and he quickly pulled his mind back.

"Are you flying to the United States tomorrow?" Gao Yuanyuan suddenly asked.

Lin An replied without looking up, "Yes, the flight is tomorrow afternoon, and I plan to stay for a week."

To be honest, he wasn't really interested in that animation convention; he only agreed because of the visa.

The national team's actions are truly different. What used to take weeks, even months, to obtain, was accomplished in ten days, and without spending a penny! Without spending a penny! Without spending a penny!

"How's your company doing? Any projects?" Gao Yuanyuan asked in a vacant voice.

Lin An was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned around, only to see Gao Yuanyuan staring intently at him.

He felt a chill run down his spine: "The project is still in the preparatory stage; the script isn't even finished yet."

To be more precise, the project is still in its infancy, and the idea itself came about a few days ago after reading the newspaper report on the start of filming for "Never Give Up".

no way.

There are limitations of the times, technology, and funding... It's not easy to find film and television projects that are profitable, of high quality, and not too difficult to film.

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes lit up slightly, and she asked curiously, "Would you mind telling me what the subject matter is?"

To be honest, it's not very convenient... Lin An thought to himself, "It's a medical drama, about a young surgeon with autism and savant syndrome working in a hospital."

"Autism?" Gao Yuanyuan frowned.

Lin An explained, "It's a neurodevelopmental disorder that primarily affects a person's social communication and behavioral patterns. They have difficulty communicating effectively with others, and when faced with stressful environments, their limbs may twitch or they may experience hand-foot incoordination."

The sudden professional explanation caught Gao Yuanyuan off guard, and she instinctively asked, "How do you know all this?"

Lin An said, "My dad is a doctor."

"A doctor at a small clinic is still a doctor..." he added quietly.

Gao Yuanyuan pondered for a moment, then said, "This kind of script must be very difficult to pass censorship, right?"

Lin An shook his head. "Quite the opposite. As long as there's no particularly sensitive content, it will definitely pass, and we can even easily get investment."

Why? Gao Yuanyuan was about to ask when she quickly realized something and exclaimed, "To improve the city's image."

A more accurate way to put it is "building the city's reputation"... Lin An nodded in agreement.

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes brightened slightly. "Can I participate?"

"Since you've said that, how can I refuse?" Lin An smiled and said, "As long as you have time."

Gao Yuanyuan's lips curled slightly: "I definitely will."

As their eyes met, the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Doraemon silently shifted his position, wondering if he should go back to his room.