Tokyo Sound

What else does the man want to say.

At this time, Ishihara Riki, who had been on the second floor to survey the situation, narrowed his eyes.

From the moment someone walked in, the organization had used the strategy of waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out, the strategy of throwing a brick to attract jade, the strategy of closing the door to catch the thief, the strategy of using the beauty... all of them had been passed in a chain reaction, and now was the time to weave the final game and fight hard!

It was his turn as the one with the strongest alcohol tolerance among the Four Heavenly Kings to come on stage.

Ishihara Riki also quickly walked down the stairs, pretending to be surprised, "Oh, I thought there was a little noise, it turns out you're here. It's almost time for dinner, let's go eat and drink together later, this time I must wash away the humiliation of my previous failure."

"You are no match for me." Yin Ze shook his head as soon as they met, "You are too weak. My wine cup does not kill the old, young, sick or weak."

"...How many days are you coming here to play this time?" Ishihara Riki did not dare to put official business above personal interests, and suppressed his grief and anger, continuing to ask with a smile.

"How can I get by? Well, how about taking a vacation for ten days or half a month?" Yin Ze was secretly delighted with his own cleverness.

"Okay, okay, then we must fight a few good battles." Ishihara Rikiya's heart sank. He didn't expect it to be a war of attrition.

"Since Director Ishihara is so enthusiastic, I can't refuse." Yin Ze said seriously, "Then I wonder where you are going to treat us to dinner later?"

"Of course it has to be a high-end place. The host cannot back down." Ishihara Riki also straightened his chest. He had huge logistical support for this annihilation battle, and he spoke with confidence.

"...In that case, I have a small request." Yin Ze rubbed his hands together, revealing a smile that had a bit of the charm of the Greedy Pot.

"what?"

"Please give me the invoice after dinner. I want to go back and ask my agent to settle the bill."

Ishihara Riki was also speechless.

You guys are still earning a lot.

"Then everyone should go back to work first. I'm a little tired from traveling by car, so I'll just take a break." Yin Ze looked at the time. It was still early for dinner, and he didn't want to just brag here and delay other people's work time.

"That's perfect. We are discussing new characters. Why don't we join us?" Taichi Nishiya smiled.

"Well, during the project preparation period, I am an outsider and it is not convenient for me to interfere." Yin Ze hesitated.

"How can you be considered an outsider? My previous temporary work badge has been kept for you." Taishi Nishiya took out his ID and put it on the other person.

…The man felt that this scene was familiar. He also had a new identity on the set yesterday.

“Our discussion was different. We said that several senior executives were doing the design, but in fact we also showed the process to the less experienced employees. There are many talented young people in the first studio. I hope they will not just repeat boring drawings. Occasionally participating in the design in this way will have many benefits.”

Kigami Yoshiharu said peacefully.

"There are only a few veterans in the company who can guide newcomers, so their teaching is bound to be stereotyped. Maybe you can inject some fresh air into it."

"Yes, young people nowadays have their own ideas and have doubts about existing regulations," agreed Yasuhiro Takemoto.

“Haha, it must be that Brother Takemoto doesn’t have the qualifications to be a teacher. It doesn’t mean that just because you can draw, you can teach. These are two different talents.” After all, Yin Ze is a student of Keio University, so he is qualified to make sharp comments from a high position.

"The children seem to trust you a lot. Why don't you give them some guidance?" Kigami Yoshiji said calmly. "And let Takemoto learn some teaching concepts. At the same time, this will also be a practice for your master class later."

"Yes, in terms of popularity, Takemoto-san can't be compared with you at all." Taishi Nishiya sighed.

Upon hearing this, Takemoto Yasuhiro cooperated and lowered his head in shame.

Ishihara Riki was also sighing on the side.

What a smooth and natural self-torture tactic.

The man's breathing quickened again, and just as he was about to silently recite the Bing Xin Jue, the girls who had been called back to the second floor by Takemoto Yasuhiro became eagerly waiting again. They came down one after another, pushing or persuading someone to go upstairs.

"Teacher Yin, please help me revise it."

"I don't quite understand this transition. Can you show me how to do it?"

"Teacher, drink some water."

"Teacher, are you hungry? I have some snacks here, homemade cookies."

"Teacher, let me fan you."

In the blink of an eye, someone is like a super popular idol surrounded by enthusiastic fans. However, he uses a pen to correct human body errors instead of personal signatures.

This makes men dream about new experiences they once had in the workplace.

But the two are not the same thing. The former is a duty.

The female students who have just graduated and started working are full of vigor and energy. Just as the master craftsman said, these are all talented young people with solid basic skills. They understand things quickly and the questions they ask are very valuable. They occasionally quote classics to answer questions about art history.

In less than ten seconds, Master Yin deeply realized that what he taught would be reasonably used by such a group of talented people, put into their works, projected into society, and produce far-reaching impacts.

Maybe it will plant a seed of longing for art in the heart of the newborn child.

This is really a meaningful thing!

In addition to correcting the papers, the man also earnestly explained his understanding of art, romance, and even the humanities. Even if it was only for a short time, he hoped not to mislead the students.

“First, take a walk with a line. The idea is in the first place, and the painting is full of ideas.”

Yin Ze wrote the painting, which seemed to be a childish and light sketch, but in fact it captured the essence, alternating between reality and illusion. This stroke alone was enough to interpret the freehand and romantic, and then the man's voice, like the warm spring breeze, slowly came.

“…Also remember that the spirit and form are all based on the intention and return to the use.”

The girls, who were originally excited, immediately held their breath.

"Our paintings are metaphors, not imitations. Forms and colors are not beautiful in themselves. Only those created by the will of the mind are beautiful. So pain will pass, and beauty will remain." Yin Ze added, "The purpose of art is to reveal all of us, including our most private thoughts, temperaments, virtues, bad habits and mistakes, thereby guiding us to understand ourselves, achieve further development of our dignity, and thus achieve perfection of human nature."

The red pen flew like the wind, and wherever the lines passed through, they were natural and accurate, as if this person had already peeked at the Creator's design drawings and manuals.

"The reason why art can give rise to science is that it is born from the concept of the unity of truth and beauty. They feel that truth is beauty, and that only truth can be beautiful, so to pursue beauty, we must first start with the pursuit of truth. We must not slack off, this is an endless, great adventure of exploring the world, which takes place deep in our hearts."

Accompanied by the beautiful voice like a hymn, looking at the perfect side profile of the instructor with a focused smile, and feeling the peak of line attainment, they stared at the miracle on the paper, and the girls were once again deeply impressed.

——For newcomers who are passionate about this path and are tormented by bottlenecks and anxiety, it is like the beginning and end of a dream and the embodiment of a certain meaning.

……

"...It feels like he has improved since the last time he came. At this age, is this real?" Ishihara Rikiya sighed.

"Yes, it reminds me of the time when he, I and the master craftsman worked together to create a miracle." Yasuhiro Takemoto said mysteriously.

Ishihara Rikiya and Nishiya Taishi watched these words coldly.

"The child's expression when he was painting was full of joy." Kigami was silent for a while, "So why didn't he pursue a career that he deeply loves?"

"Maybe he is more interested in voice acting. Doesn't he also like animation and games?" said Rikiya Ishihara.

"No. If it was just talent, he wouldn't smile with joy when he draws a perfect stroke. It is a passionate heart that drives him to satisfaction."

Kigami Yoshiharu said softly.

"He knows how difficult it is to do this, so he is extremely happy and satisfied. So there is definitely nothing more passionate than this... That's why I wanted him to join in."

"Is that so?" Ishihara Riki was also stunned. Was this the kind of identification between noble souls?

"What else could it be?" Kigami Yoshiharu wondered.

"Ah... No, it's okay." Ishihara Rikiya shook his head silently. He suddenly began to doubt himself.

"I don't know why he put his ideals aside, but no matter what, he is a good kid and he deserves a more fulfilling life," said Kigami Yoshiji. "I hope he can be proud of his existence."

Chapter 140: It's not just Xiao Bailong who is scheming

But the little white dragon entered Kyoto again, enjoying the glory of the master. He taught the students for a long time until the evening, and was dragged to the long street by the stars, saying that he would be entertained by a banquet. Just as he was happy, Ishihara, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, laughed and said, "Master, you call yourself the immortal saint among wine, but I don't know if you can defeat our army?" The white dragon said, "Since I heard the Tao, I have a golden body and jade marrow. I can fight for three days, and I can connect the hair without getting a single leaf on me. I can't be drowned by beer and can't be burned by shochu. Is there anyone in the world who can rival me?" Ishihara said, "Since the white dragon has a great liver and kidney, let's cross the small wooden bridge in front and go directly to the pavilion where the dragon sleeps. Let's have a great time with the top package?"

The little white dragon was very happy to hear this and said, "The host is very generous. It's very kind. Let's go now!"

After crossing the bridge, we walked along a narrow gravel road. We saw green bamboos along the road and a magnificent gate. Inside, there were screens and lanterns piled up in a riot of colors. It was the branch of the famous high-end restaurant Longmianting. Because we had made a reservation, the tables and chairs had been wiped and tea and wine utensils had been prepared.

After they sat down in the box and finished their tea, Ishihara asked, "Why don't we have some snacks before we start the ring fight?" Xiao Bailong said with a smile, "Why bother with so much trouble? Let's have fun today. Whether it's a turntable or a round-robin fight, just use whatever moves you have!" Ishihara praised, "How impressive! I'll be the first to fight."

Seeing this, Takemoto of the Four Heavenly Kings took out two glasses and offered them. Bailong said, "The cups are small and shallow, please give me another one." Takemoto asked the waiter to put out a large bowl. Bailong took it in his hand, used it all the way, put it down and said, "It's light, light, light, and it doesn't fit my hand. Please give me another one." Ishihara laughed again, "Master, you are joking. This bowl is for a large portion of fried rice." Unexpectedly, Bailong just said, "It doesn't fit my hand! It doesn't fit my hand!"

Wu Ben was terrified and asked the waiter to bring out a Qingyun earthenware pot for stewing soup. Bai Long saw it and shook his head, "Too light, too light." Wu Ben was terrified and asked the waiter to get it. Soon, a stainless steel rice bowl stood on the dining table, shining brightly and steaming. Bai Long finally clapped his hands and smiled, saying, "This thing is worthy of my status as the banker tonight."

When these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked. Ishihara and Takemoto were horrified and could not respond.

The elite public relations all bowed down, and the wine immortals and drunkards were all eliminated. The white dragon Jiuxiao entered the table, and today I know that there is a world beyond the world.

——"Biography of the Wine King: Dragon King of Kyoto"

……

Ishihara Riki didn't know how he got home. He only had a few vague memories in his mind. The one that impressed him the most was the young man who was drinking from a basin like a demon.

...Tokyo University's top student and Setsugetsu Ikemune man compete in drinking from rice bowls. Even science fiction novels probably wouldn't easily adopt such a setting.

To dare to launch a magnificent challenge to God, one must have both strength, intelligence and agility. Even Ishihara Riki, who had the best alcohol tolerance among the Four Heavenly Kings, completely lost his will to fight after half an hour of fighting, shaking up a white tissue and lying on the table in defeat. Nishiya Taishi at least shared some of the firepower, but Takemoto Yasuhiro was completely useless and instead aided and abetted the evil, which was despicable.

Fortunately, there are the master craftsman and a group of female colleagues. They all drink beverages. They act as the atmosphere group in the early stage and wait for the demon to be exhausted in the later stage. But in the face of real hard power, the chain of tactics and the battle of numbers are paper tigers.

Afterwards, someone who was still standing strong managed to get the invoice with a sinister smile, and was kind and enthusiastic enough to send the drunk people home safely, and then they checked into a B&B to rest.

The next day, when the listless Ishihara Rikiya saw someone sitting in the studio full of energy and continuing to teach and demonstrate to students, he really began to doubt it. Is this guy's body structure different from that of an ordinary person? Could it be that he has a "ghost stomach" with solid muscles that looks like a crying evil ghost's face?

This drinking contest was indeed lost by our side...

But, huh, we won this war.

The picture of someone sitting at his workstation in the morning is the best proof.

Ishihara Riki was also proud of it. As the only main C last night, his efforts must have been seen by the organization and will not be forgotten.

"Everyone with the word 'supervisor' written on their work badge, please come to the conference room." Yoshiharu Kigami called out to the second floor with a stack of documents in his hand.

Yasuhiro Takemoto, Taishi Nishiya and others picked up their things and stood up. Naturally, Riki Ishihara also straightened his clothes, ready to participate in this high-level discussion in a cool manner.

"Ishihara, you don't need to do that. You still have to supervise the animation "Chunibyou & Other Delusions" and check today's content." Kigami Yoshiharu said again and walked away without looking back.

“……” Ishihara Riki sat down again.

Yin Ze looked down at his work card, then at the "colleagues" who seemed to be waiting for him, and felt the gazes of the young people nearby who trusted and admired him, plus the receipts carefully kept in his trouser pocket. He could not refuse the kindness, so he stood up.

There are relatively few men on the third floor of the first studio, and this place is usually used by cadres for meetings, so it is relatively comfortable and has tatami mats that are very comfortable to sleep on.

From my personal experience, it is best to open the windows before lunch to let the sunlight in, so that after lunch you can sleep on the beautiful floor baked by the warm sun. This is another small detail.

A group of people walked into the conference room, sat down in an orderly manner, and spread out the documents.

Kigami Yoshiharu naturally sat in the main seat. The amiable and strong painter handed out all the materials, and then said in a serious tone, "Our company's library is finally up and running, and the novel department has accumulated some works. The first animation produced independently by us has also received quite good reviews and results... This result is really encouraging. I hope everyone will continue to maintain this momentum, continue to surpass yesterday's self, and continue to create excellent works."

"Yes." Everyone nodded.

This kind of serious content involving the development of the company, of course, filled the meeting room with a serious atmosphere. And although the master craftsman was kind to others, he was still an unquestionable figure in the company and his ability was unquestionable, and he was extremely strict in his work. Many people present had been criticized and corrected.

In the past, when submitting original drawings, the master craftsman said yes, but then he would revise them all and let the juniors compare and find the mistakes themselves. Compared with verbal criticism, this kind of person's ruthless and taciturn actions can give people a greater sense of oppression and shame. He leads by example and sets a benchmark for others to pursue.

"This time, we are discussing the third animation of our company's library work. The original work is called "The Other Side of the Boundary", which belongs to the modern fantasy genre. There will be fierce battle scenes. From the perspective of the subject matter, it is a genre that we rarely touch upon."

Kigami Yoshiharu said slowly.

"The production list is as follows. I showed it to the president before. If there are no accidents, it is confirmed. Taichi will be the supervisor, Mirai will be in charge of character design, Mikiko will be the art director, and Kana will be the color director. As for the animation supervision, it will be me and Taishi-kun. Of course, Mr. Yinze who is accompanying us today will also be involved."

"..."

Someone felt that this was different from the part-time job or outsourcing he had expected. Could he easily attend the core meeting of this independent production?

"Ah, me, I will be the supervisor?" The older brother sitting next to Yasuhiro Takemoto shrank his shoulders when his name was called, seeming surprised.

"Haven't you had this idea a long time ago? Why are you so timid now that it's handed over to you?" Kigami Yoshiharu smiled.

"I, I'm not mentally prepared at all."

"Then make up your mind now." Kigami Yoshiji paused and said, "There are reasons for choosing you. First of all, there are basically no people in the company who have supervisory experience and are older than you or have the same acting ability as you... Although our company cares about newcomers, it is impossible to avoid talent loss. In addition, you are very good at drawing and have an understanding of action scenes, which is the shortcoming of others, so you are suitable."

The young man who was suddenly entrusted with an important task scratched his hair and nodded silently.

"Don't worry too much. There is a first time for everything. Take this opportunity to learn new things." Senior Takemoto Yasuhiro, who already has a good work to his name, encouraged him. "If you really run into trouble, everyone will help you."

"Yes." Ichirita shook his hand and nodded.

"A director has a lot to think about. After all, to present a story, in addition to the specific storyboards and performances, the rhythm of the narrative and even the difference between the text and the image must also be considered. You should practice well this time." Kigami Yoshiji emphasized, "Remember the responsibility you bear."

Ichirota kept saying yes, very humbly.

"Then let's discuss the content of the pictures. The information has been sent to you. Please take a look. In this initial stage, everyone can speak freely and give suggestions." Yoshiharu Kigami raised his head and said.

Everyone buried their heads in the sorted materials again, and of course someone started flipping through them as well… After all, Director Mugami, who was chairing the meeting, was right next to him, exuding the burning aura of a creator.

The first thing to discuss is of course the overall art style, such as color, atmosphere, character image, background, and since it is a fantasy work, monsters, weapons and other props must also be included in the charter. After these are listed, the first thing is to find references, and then enter the preliminary draft stage.

Among those present, the one with the strongest overall technical skills is the old director, while the one with the strongest pure drawing skills is a certain voice actor.

The old and the young naturally picked up the pens and led others to quickly present everyone's ideas and inspirations in the form of images.