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Adam picked up the agreement that he considered a disgrace.

He practically scrambled out of Su Bai's office.

When Shen Qingyue returned after seeing Adam off, she was still feeling lightheaded.

She looked at Su Bai as if he were a monster.

"Su Bai, did you anticipate they would come looking for you?"

Su Bai leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples, and smiled faintly.

"Of course. A drowning person abandoned by the whole world will grab onto a straw without hesitation."

Now, everything is ready, except for a craftsman who can bring it all to life.

Su Bai opened a folder on his computer, which contained visual concept designs for animation.

"I need a top-notch visual effects supervisor, someone who can perfectly replicate these lighting and shadow effects."

Shen Qingyue gasped as she looked at the bizarre and distorted images on the screen, which were filled with severe light pollution.

"That's asking too much. I doubt anyone in China could do it."

"Then let's look abroad."

Su Bai pointed to a GIF on the screen, which was a visual concept demonstration of the moment Sianwistan was activated.

In the image, time seems to be torn apart, and fast-moving objects leave behind distorted afterimages.

The whole world is twisting and reorganizing in a frenzy.

"The person I'm looking for must be able to understand this feeling."

"Hollywood does have a top-notch team called Light Magic, and their technical director, Jack, is a recognized genius in the industry."

Shen Qingyue hesitated for a moment.

"But these kinds of great masters charge exorbitant prices and have terrible tempers, so they might not be willing to come to our small temple."

"Bring him here." Su Bai's voice left no room for argument. "Money is not an issue."

......

three days later.

A man dressed in a well-tailored suit and with his hair neatly combed stood at the company entrance.

He is Jack, the technical director of Light & Shadow Magic.

He looked around at the company, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

Is this the Dragon Kingdom team that claims to have plenty of money?

It looks quite ordinary.

The contempt in his eyes was almost undisguised.

Shen Qingyue sensed his arrogance and felt somewhat uncomfortable, but she still politely welcomed him in.

"Mr. Jack, this is our CEO, Su Bai."

Jack lazily reached out and lightly shook hands with Su Bai, then immediately let go, as if he had touched something unclean.

"I thought I would meet a more experienced artist."

He scrutinized the excessively young CEO before him with a critical eye.

Su Bai pointed to the screen and got straight to the point.

"Mr. Jack, the effect I want is right here. Can you do it?"

Jack chuckled and walked over to take a look.

When he saw those complex concept drawings, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his superior demeanor.

"I have some ideas, but they're too disorganized and immature."

He shook his head and said in a lecturing tone.

"I've seen some Chinese animation. Technically speaking, with all due respect, it's at least twenty years behind Hollywood."

"You have great ideas, but your hardware, software, and talent are all insufficient to support the realization of these ideas."

These words were extremely impolite, practically trampling the entire Chinese animation industry underfoot.

Shen Qingyue's face flushed red instantly, and she was so angry that she wanted to retort.

Twenty years?

What arrogance!

She looked at Su Bai, but found that Su Bai's face showed no anger, not even a ripple of emotion.

He just stared at Jack silently, as if he were watching a clown jumping around.

"Have you finished explaining the theory?" Su Bai asked casually.

Jack paused for a moment, then shrugged.

"It's just a fact."

"Now, let's look at something practical."

Su Bai stopped arguing with him, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and switched the main monitor's display to a separate video file.

"This is a key shot we're working on, called Sianwistan, a prosthetic that can slow down time. This is a visual concept demonstration I did."

"Oh?"

Jack crossed his arms, a playful smile on his lips, ready to see what tricks this young man from China could pull.

In a place like this, the things that can be made are probably as ridiculous as children's toys.

He had even already thought of the sarcastic remarks he would make later.

However, the moment Su Bai pressed the play button, Jack's smile froze instantly.

The moment the screen lights up, it's an ultimate visual bombardment!

The world on the screen seemed to have been thrown into a machine running at high speed!

Time didn't slow down; it was utterly torn apart!

The flying bullets left trails of rainbow-like, dazzling yet deadly, distorted light.

Each time the character dodges, their body breaks down into countless malfunctioning color blocks and stretched afterimages.

The air was filled with noise, like that produced by disordered electronic signals.

This is not simply bullet time!

This is a completely new visual language!

It takes the concept of speed and, in a way that is utterly chaotic, crashes into the audience's retina in an unreasonable way!

That's a crazy aesthetic that can drive your brain crazy!

Jack's smile froze.

His arms, which had been crossed over his chest, had somehow fallen to his sides, and his body was leaning forward unconsciously.

A pair of blue eyes stared wide open like copper bells, glued to the screen, as if they had forgotten to breathe.

The animation's astonishing presentation was so incredible that even he found it unbelievable.

That's absolutely impossible!

He has been in the industry for twenty years and has worked on the special effects production of hundreds of Hollywood films.

He considers himself to be a man standing at the top of the world's special effects technology pyramid.

But the short ten-second clip on the screen completely overturned all the knowledge he had built up over the past twenty years!

This was a form of expression he had never seen or even imagined before!

Twenty years behind?

Do not!

This is at least twenty years ahead of us!

The video finished playing and the screen went dark.

The office was deathly silent.

Shen Qingyue looked at Jack's expression, which was as if he had seen a ghost.

Her anger had long since dissipated, replaced by an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

She secretly glanced at Su Bai.

I noticed him leisurely picking up his water glass and taking a sip, as if what had just happened was nothing unusual.

"How was it, Mr. Jack?" Su Bai's voice broke the silence. "Was that performance interesting?"

"interesting?"

Jack snapped out of his daze, turned around, and rushed to Su Bai in a few steps.

His face was flushed red with extreme excitement, and his voice was trembling.

"This isn't just funny! This is art! This is the most amazing visual design I've ever seen in my life!"

He was rambling incoherently, almost roaring.

That arrogant expression from before has completely disappeared.

He grabbed Su Bai's shoulder with terrifying force.

"Tell me! How did you come up with this? This algorithm, this model—no! This isn't something an algorithm can solve! It's a philosophy! A completely new interpretation of time and speed!"

He pointed at the black screen, his eyes burning with a frenzied rage.

"Master Su! Please let me join this project! I don't want money! I can even pay you! I must make it a reality myself!"

As he spoke, he actually knelt down on both knees in front of Su Bai's desk with a thud.

He braced himself on the ground with his hands, looked up at Su Bai with an almost pleading gaze.

"Please! This will be the greatest work of my career! I'm willing to give anything for it!"

Shen Qingyue's mouth slowly opened into an "O" shape.

She had anticipated that Su Bai would be able to intimidate the other party, but she never expected it to be in this way!

How could a top Hollywood tech guru kneel down and sing "Conquer" on the spot?

Su Bai looked at Jack kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with fervor, and smiled with satisfaction.

Great, another tool has been completely destroyed.

He put down his water glass, reached out, and gently patted Jack on the shoulder.

"Get up, Jack. Welcome to Night City."