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The projection room door was locked.

To the executives present, the crisp sound was no different from hearing the guillotine blade fall.

The air pressure in the small room, which was only a dozen square meters, was frighteningly low.

The CFO slumped in his chair, clutching a copy of the performance-based agreement tightly in his hand, looking as if he had aged ten years.

He stared blankly at the dark screen, muttering to himself as if possessed.

"It's all over, now I'm going to lose even my underwear."

"My house still has a mortgage to pay off. My kid hasn't even started college yet..."

The marketing manager next to her also looked utterly dejected, turned to Shen Qingyue, and complained in a low voice.

"Mr. Shen, aren't you going to try and dissuade us? We're making animations, not gambling! 80% attendance? Even a god couldn't draw that!"

Shen Qingyue pursed her lips and remained silent.

Although she stood up for Su Bai in front of Wang Zhongjun, her palms were sweating profusely.

She looked at Su Bai, who was adjusting the equipment.

That guy was still whistling?

Su Bai hummed a tuneless little tune, his fingers dancing lightly on the control panel.

Looking at the faces of the audience below, all of whom looked like they had lost their parents, his wicked sense of amusement was practically overflowing.

What's the panic?

These bumpkins have never seen the world.

I'll unleash some footage from the original world's top-tier animated films later; if I don't shock you into tears, I'm not a Su!

"Cough cough."

Su Bai cleared his throat and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Get your tissues ready, or you'll cry so hard your snot will come out and make a mess of my carpet."

The CFO rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Boss, you've really gone mad."

Are you still playing these awkward games at a time like this?

cry?

I want to cry, I'm heartbroken about losing my bonus!

"Smack."

The lights suddenly went out.

The screening room was plunged into darkness instantly, with only the beam of projection light shining on the huge screen.

There was no opening sequence and no background music.

In this world, sound effects and background music are often used as a fig leaf to cover up bad movies.

Anyone who dares to release a silent version is either an idiot or has absolute confidence in the picture quality!

The first second the screen lights up.

The finance director, who had been sighing and complaining, suddenly widened his eyes, and the wail that was about to come out got stuck in his throat.

What is that?

On the screen is a strange and magnificent complex of buildings.

As night falls, thousands of red lanterns light up in sequence, their reflections shimmering on the water.

The enormous bathhouse, called the Bathhouse, rises from the ground amidst swirling steam, filled with the bizarre and mystical atmosphere of the East.

Every window, every tile, even the texture of the rising steam, is exquisitely detailed!

"hiss."

In the darkness, someone gasped in shock.

Is this something a human could draw?

Then, the scene changes.

The camera zooms in on the flowers.

A little girl is hiding in the flowers, shivering.

Although there was no sound, the deep-seated fear seemed to penetrate the screen, like an invisible hand gripping everyone's heart!

The CFO unconsciously sat up straight, the crumpled performance-based agreement slipping to the ground without him noticing.

He was trembling.

Not out of fear, but out of awe!

That was a tremor of fear for ultimate beauty that came from the depths of one's soul!

Before everyone could recover from this visual shock, the scene changed again.

The boy named Haku handed Chihiro a rice ball that had been enchanted.

Chihiro took big bites of the rice ball.

At that moment, large tears rolled down her cheeks.

She swallowed desperately while bursting into uncontrollable sobs.

I can't hear the crying.

But in the ears of everyone in the screening room, it seemed as if that heart-wrenching grievance was exploding.

That kind of emotional penetration doesn't need words at all; it directly and forcefully shatters everyone's defenses!

"Ugh..."

A suppressed sob suddenly rang out.

Shen Qingyue covered her mouth tightly, her eyes red like a rabbit's.

Is this what Su Bai meant by finding oneself?

This soul-piercing pain, this feeling of redemption from despair by being treated with gentleness...

That's so unfair!

Finally, the image freezes on a red train traveling on a vast sea.

The water and sky blend into one color, a solitary and beautiful scene.

The atmosphere of that moment seemed to freeze time itself.

The screen went black.

A deathly silence fell over the screening room.

The silence lasted for a full half minute; no one spoke or moved.

Su Bai leaned against the control panel, fiddling with a lighter in his hand, not in a hurry to turn on the light.

Let the bullets fly a little longer.

"Smack."

The lights came back on.

The glaring light made everyone squint instinctively.

Su Bai looked at the audience below the stage.

Goodness, everyone's got envy.

The finance director, who had just been acting like he was dying, was now wiping his face haphazardly with his sleeve, his glasses fogged up.

The burly man in the marketing department, who was 1.8 meters tall, was frantically searching for tissues with his head down.

"How is it?"

Su Bai looked at the CFO with a half-smile and pointed to the betting agreement on the ground.

"Do you think I'm crazy now?"

The CFO suddenly looked up.

Two flames were burning in those somewhat cloudy eyes!

He pushed the chair away so forcefully that he almost tripped over himself.

"He's gone mad, he's absolutely gone mad."

The CFO's voice trembled, but he suddenly waved his arms and roared.

"But this is a masterpiece!!"

"Boss! Is this what we're supposed to make? Huh? This is what we're supposed to gamble with that old bastard Wang Zhongjun?!"

The CFO was so excited that his face turned red and he rushed up to Su Bai, picked up the agreement, and slammed it hard on the table.

"We have to gamble! We absolutely must!"

"If I lose, I'll gouge my eyes out right now and stomp on them!"

"Is the marketing budget enough? If not, I'll mortgage the house! And sell those old junk cars the company owns!"

"I'll fight anyone who tries to stop this film from being released!"

The surrounding executives also stood up, each one as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"That's awesome. Seriously, boss, I'm impressed."

"That scene just now made me feel like I've wasted my whole life watching animation."

"80%? I think that old bastard Wang Zhongjun went too low! If a film like this doesn't have a 100% attendance rate, then this generation of audiences is no good!"

Shen Qingyue sat in the corner, watching Su Bai surrounded by the crowd.

The man still wore that smug smile, as if he had everything under control.

But at this moment, in her eyes, this man seemed to be glowing.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Su Bai, you really are a bastard.

It can always make people see the most dazzling light when they are in despair.

"Alright, alright, let's get this over with."

Su Bai pushed away the CFO who wanted to hug him with disgust.

"Since no one has any objections, then everyone get moving."

"Marketing Department, since Wang Zhongjun wants to see us make a fool of ourselves, let's make a bigger splash and not save him any money."

"Finance department, make sure every penny is spent wisely."

Everyone responded in unison, their demeanor completely different from when they entered.

They all rushed out of the projection room, yelling and screaming.