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"He ran away just like that? He didn't even say hello to me as the head of the crew? He didn't even consider whether to reshoot!" Otomo Keishi was shocked

"Didn't he ask you whether it needed any modifications?" asked Kenji Furugaki.

"Before was before, and now is now. What if I change my mind at the last minute?" Otomo Keishi clasped his hands domineeringly.

"He said, then call his agent."

"Why, doesn't he deserve to leave his own phone number?"

"He also said that his time after get off work belongs to him and he doesn't want to hear about work anymore. If you have any plans, please communicate with your agent according to normal procedures." Kenji Furugaki spread his hands.

"..."

The director fell into silence for a long time.

You can say this person is dedicated to his work. From the time he joined the group yesterday until he left, he had no objection to the project instructions. He rolled around when he was told to roll, and he lay in the muddy water when he was told to wade, and he produced remarkable results. He was also polite to others and could get along well with all parties. Even the extras who met him for the first time took the initiative to give him chicken legs and idol peripherals to show their approval.

You say this guy is unprofessional. He runs off work faster than anyone else, lacks initiative, and doesn't even say hello. He just met a makeup artist and when he asked, he found out that the other party was also looking for one.

Not only did he keep silent, he also took three lunch boxes and ran away.

"Good boy! You are just a little-known person, but you dare to act like a big shot! It is never a problem to start running before learning to walk. First ask yourself whether you are a genius. If not, you must take it step by step!" Otomo Keishi raised his eyebrows and said in a loud voice.

"Young people can be more independent and can also be managed..." Kenji Tanigaki tried to smooth things over.

"And this guy, humph, really is - really is a genius!" Otomo Keishi clenched his fist.

"???"

……

On the other hand, Master Yin is having a good time.

With his stomach full and picking his teeth leisurely with a toothpick, he took the train from the filming location to other parts of Kyoto City, swaggered to the bottom of a bright yellow studio building, ignored the no admittance sign, and waited in front of the automatic door with his hands on his hips like a street urchin.

Soon, the animation supervisor, who looked like a college roommate and had a smiling face, came over and opened the door to greet me.

"Oh, teacher, you are finally here. We have been waiting for you for so long!" Taichi Nishiya put his hand on the shoulder and pulled him in, very enthusiastically.

"It's been a while since we last met. I came here in a hurry this time and only brought some small gifts. Please don't mind." Yin Ze said politely.

"You, why do you bring a gift when you're here? We're all so familiar with each other." Nishiya Taishi said embarrassedly, "It's the limited edition anniversary CD of Morning Girls? They're the hottest group right now."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, not a sign of respect." Yin Ze waved his hand generously.

As the two were chatting, they saw a few more people coming down from the second floor.

"Mr. Kigami, Mr. Takemoto, how are you doing recently?" Yin Ze waved his hand.

"It's still the same as always, drawing pictures and teaching people." Kigami Yoshiji said cheerfully, "Why did you come here so suddenly? You informed us in such a hurry. If we had known earlier, we could have made a reservation at a local restaurant. President Hatta happened to be away, otherwise he would have wanted to talk to you."

"There's no need to be so formal. I just came to Kyoto on a business trip. I just finished my chores and thought it would be boring to go back to Tokyo so soon since I'm already here, so I thought I'd come to the studio to visit and say hello." Yin Ze said casually.

Humph, the man sneered in his heart, laughing at Brother Kashiwa Jing for being short-sighted and resourceful, and he would never guess that I could complete the filming in just two days and one night.

Then the rest of the time should be entirely at my disposal?

If there is a little expense during travel, shouldn’t it be reimbursed?

Hehehe...

"That's right. If you don't have business to attend to, can't you come and visit your friends? How can Kyoto's No. 1 Studio be such an unkind place?" Takemoto Yasuhiro replied sternly, "You've come all this way, and I can't let you come empty-handed. Please follow me to the second floor. Your workstation is still reserved and you can take a seat at any time. I guarantee a seamless transition."

"?"

Yin Ze tilted his head and carefully looked at Brother Takemoto, whom he hadn't seen for a while. He felt that his appearance gradually overlapped with a game producer far away in Shinjuku.

Little White Dragon accidentally entered the small AQUARE ENIX? How could he have such a dream?

"How can you say such rude words?" Kigami Yoshiji frowned and scolded, "This time, they are not here to do outsourcing, so how can you let them sit at the workstation?"

"See, the director is right after all." The man smiled.

"I have discussed this with him before, and he has promised to give lectures to children in the future. So even if he is helping, he should impart knowledge in a respectful manner, not do original drawings for you." Kigami Yoshiji added, "Takemoto, you have to understand your own identity."

"?"

"Look, the master craftsman is right." Nishiya Taizhi agreed deeply.

"...I suddenly have a headache, it's splitting." The man said, covering his head and trying to turn back and leave. I felt a little lonely in my heart. Since when did everyone become noble? They began to admire his talent crazily, praise his personality charm, and occasionally boast about his beauty, but never mentioned eating barbecue and drinking in ordinary social interactions.

I’m just saying that there’s no need to be so formal, but how can it be considered formal to eat hot pot skewers at a food stall?

But before he could take that step, many footsteps were heard on the second floor. Many of his former colleagues came to join in the fun.

The voices of young girls interweave with each other.

"Isn't this Teacher Yin? Why is Teacher Yin here? Come quickly, Teacher Yin is here, we should run away soon--!"

Like a smoke signal, a group of newly graduated young animator girls immediately came downstairs. As if they had seen a real giant panda, they happily surrounded the rare animal, asking questions and showing concern for it.

Everyone affectionately calls him by his "pen name", which further demonstrates the mutual respect among painters.

"Is Teacher Yin back to see us?"

"Teacher Yin, I have digested all the knowledge you taught me before. Please take a look at my new work!"

"How many days will you be here this time?"

"This is the request of a lifetime. Please tell me more about air perspective and dust environment! Please!"

"In the company group chat, you said that you would come to the painting school to give a brief talk on different schools and painting systems. I have been looking forward to the abstract relationship and fun of lines, surfaces and shapes!"

"Me, me!" Someone jumped and raised his hand in the back. I still remembered that it was Ono-chan who aspired to be a animation supervisor. "Excuse me, in your opinion, how many stages are there in the theory of light and color in the history of art?"

"...I dare not talk about art history rashly. I can only summarize it based on my many years of research and practical experience. At present, it can be generally divided into four categories." Seeing that everyone was so eager to learn and such a high-end topic was raised, the man had to answer with all his strength, "They are Rembrandt light, Impressionist light, 20th century light, and modern HDR light."

"I've heard of the first two, but I know very little about the last two. What do they mean?" Nishiya Taizhi took a step forward humbly to ask for advice.

"20th century light, like Impressionism, broke with the past, mainly in the weakening of contrast and the introduction of various light sources. Modern HDR light only has black corners, compresses the brightness range, and has various other lights involved in the composition."

When the man saw these young seekers on the path of aesthetics, he remembered how he once sought help but could only study alone, so he selflessly contributed what he had learned.

"But in fact, it's just that each system has a different understanding of light and shadow. In the end, they can all reach the end of 'beauty'. There is no such thing as who is expensive and who is vulgar—"

"Hey, how can you be here, surrounding others and asking questions?" Takemoto Yasuhiro also stood up and showed the majesty of the Four Heavenly Kings, "Also, finish the task at hand first, how can you do anything wrong during working hours?"

"What if the teacher leaves soon?" Oono Moe turned around and asked.

"He is a master who promised to give a lecture. How could he break his promise?" Takemoto Yasuhiro turned to someone solemnly, "Isn't that right? Master?"

"What did you call me just now?" The man was stunned.

"Master Yin Ze." Yasuhiro Takemoto repeated in a low voice.

"—!"

"master"

Like a flash of lightning, it streaked across the gloomy sky, and thunder rumbled, shaking the heaven and earth.

Different from the "masters" who tell fortunes at temple fairs, in art history, the title of master often refers to those masters whose names are recorded in history and in the stars.

Which seeker who is obsessed with paper and pen has not tried to grasp the starlight and wings of the masters who have fallen to the earth?

In comparison, the positions such as team leader, chief artist, director, etc. mentioned by Yoshida Tomoki are really full of money-spirit and lack the artistic soul.

The man took a deep breath when he heard this dreamy honorific. He felt his whole body clear, comfortable, and a little dizzy.

"I, I just have the skills but nothing groundbreaking, and I also lack design ability. I really can't bear this title." The man refused with difficulty, "Haha, brother Takemoto, please don't praise me so much."

"That's out of the question. Yoji Shinkawa from Kansai, Yoshimoto Mihiko and Minaba Kageo from Shinjuku, and Seiki Soejima from Kanagawa, these people all reposted your work every time they saw it posted on your smurf account. In addition, there are people like Kojima Fumi and Amano Yoshitaka who also praised your work. In my opinion, even if you are a little more conservative and don't mention the field of fine arts, but only focus on game art, you absolutely don't need to be modest. No one will question the value of your work."

Kigami Yoshiharu smiled slowly and said lightly.

"As for animation art, needless to say, I have been doing this for decades, so I still have some vision. And after the miracle of Hyouka, many people are still asking about you. So if you like, you can also post your master class on our Kyoto Animation official website, so that people in the industry can also take a look."

"Open Master Class"

Even more heavyweight!

The man suddenly heard the upgraded version, and his steps became weak, his breathing became rapid, and he felt even more uncontrollable. He felt like a devout believer who was undergoing a test of fame and wealth. He couldn't help licking his dry lips.

"..."

Ishihara Rikiya was leaning on the railing on the second floor, looking down at the chain of traps and temptations.

Ugh.

It seems that even such a brilliant person can never resist the supreme glory that the deceased stars once possessed.

It should be said that no painter can do it!

My colleagues, you are now despicable.

Chapter 139: Friendship Between Generations

There is mutual flattery in every field.

The original painting circle is no exception, or rather, it is particularly serious.

Every artist is a hunter with a gun, practicing like a ghost, filling up folders with paintings. He must be careful, because there are hunters working hard like him everywhere in the forest. If he finds someone posting pictures, there is only one thing he can do: like and brag.

Whenever someone releases their work on WeChat Moments, a group of people will rush over like wolves smelling blood, praising them one after another with “Oh my god,” “You’re so good,” “Teach me,” “Newbies are trembling with fear,” and “You’re still practicing even though you’re so good.”

Those who have achieved enlightenment will silently recite the Ice Heart Sutra to resist the temptation of evil spirits.

Young people with weak wills may sink into false glory, trapped in their comfort zone for life, and unable to make any progress.

The painter is also bound by the seven deadly sins.

Arrogance: My draft is invincible in the world

Jealousy: How the hell did he draw that?

Rage: Why the hell can't I draw this?

Lazy: Draw for me

Greed: Give me the brush

Gluttony: First browse beauty photo websites for two hours to find body references

Lust: Hey, copy your source file to my computer

It is not difficult to see from the seven deadly sins that the painter is a collection of contradictions, an anxious Jinchūriki, and a two-faced person.

Master Yin has been in this wilderness for many years and has long been accustomed to it. He has even deduced the seven deadly sins to a higher level. In his early years, he was particularly good at the law of gluttony and the law of arrogance. A strong man like him can even transcend the involution forest, not in the workplace, and freely accept manuscripts with a breath of fresh air, and roam freely between heaven and earth.

Those who seek the truth of aesthetics will automatically trigger the seven deadly sins and be cursed for life with the name of "high aspirations but low skills". When you are no longer controlled by the original sins, it means you are no longer a novice, and whether you can eliminate the curse with your own strength is the proof of becoming a master of the world!

By then, original sin will be transformed into virtue, the realm of thought will be sublimated, and it will be possible to explore the aesthetic sky on your own and create new systems and schools. The end of this road is - Master!

The so-called master class is simply a public performance by the Taoist master.

In the past, if a social animal wanted to be promoted to chief artist, the former chief artist had to return to his hometown to get married and leave the position vacant so that he could fill the position based on his seniority.

But now, there are people who respect him so much that they allow him to give public lectures, allowing him to demonstrate his power in front of the crowd and bask in glory!

It would be fine if only Brother Takemoto and Brother Nishiya said this. Although these two are already the backbone of the industry, they have not yet broken the curse. Their words of praise still have a kind of fireworks flavor of a dark inward forest. Their words are a bit exaggerated and suspected of flattery. Men can just laugh it off.

However, Yoshiharu Kinoshita is a strong man who grew up in the golden age of animation, the cornerstone of Kyoto Animation, and a veteran painter with an extraordinary resume. What he said is pure praise that truly puts aside the age difference, work experience, and personal preferences.

For a moment, Master Yin's original sin of greed, which had been dormant since he broke through the Curse-annihilation Realm and transformed into the virtue of generosity, began to stir again, recalling his original appearance -

"Open master class, this, this title is too big. I lack practical examples, and I am afraid it will be difficult to convince others. If I am not careful, it will even make Kyoto Animation a laughing stock." Yin Ze's heart trembled, and he quickly recited the Ice Heart Sutra to suppress the evil thoughts.

"If you want results, don't you have Final Fantasy 14 and Hyouka Miracle?" Kigami Yoshiharu brought up the past.

"Well, forget it. If I show off too much, it might cause criticism." Yin Ze took a few deep breaths. It seemed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"If you need a project endorsement, it's actually very simple." Kigami Yoshiji suggested, "Our Kyoto Animation has a good reputation. You can come and hang out more often in the future. After each episode is finished, I will give you a nice job title at the end of the animation. Isn't that enough?"

"Isn't this just a resume-boosting move?" Yin Ze frowned, feeling that this was against the spirit of chivalry.

"Ah, Mr. Kigami, you are too concerned. A person like him who possesses superb skills must have corresponding self-esteem and will definitely not do such a thing. Besides, everyone knows that he is extremely efficient. So just assign him an important position. With his ability, it will be easy for him to take on positions other than the chief supervisor."

Yasuhiro Takemoto made a calm and composed addition.

"I think the animation supervisor is very good. He focuses on checking levels and key cards, emphasizes personal strength, and is not a time-consuming assembly line. It's just right."

"Well, indeed, I didn't think it through." Kigami Masuji nodded and asked for his opinion, "So what do you think?"

"Mr. Takemoto's suggestion is indeed good and more appropriate... eh?" Yin Ze nodded in approval. But Lin Mo felt something was strange.

"Then it's settled. You will be the animation supervisor for a few episodes of the next anime." Kigami Yoshiharu happily patted someone's shoulder. "Thanks to the advancement of modern technology and the development of information, even if you are working in Tokyo, we can still communicate remotely. It won't be a problem."