"Look, this is our booth!"

At the Tokyo International Comic Exhibition Center, a man with glasses named "Black Bird" pointed to a dark little room in the corner and said with a forced smile.

“Wow, it’s great.”

Bao Yuanyuan exclaimed, stood at the door and looked around inside.

A girl in ancient costume walked over with a smile, as if she was a cos. She said to Bao Yuanyuan very skillfully: "You are just a dumpling, right? Wait, I'm going to pour you a glass of water."

"Auntie Xue?"

Bao Yuanyuan was stunned, and then she showed surprise on her face. Perhaps because she had called online, she directly revealed the girl's online name.

"Haha, don't be surprised, it's her." At this time, another man walked out from behind the booth.

He was about thirties, wearing a thick beard, and said cheerfully when he smiled: "My name is Zhang Yongkang, and he is the person in charge of this small team. You can also call me my online name - Yuxian."

"Yuxian...isn't that the group leader?" Bao Yuanyuan was surprised again. It turned out that the group leader of their second-dimensional group was a sexy uncle in his early thirties.

Zhang Yongkang smiled and said disapprovingly: "What kind of group leader is not a group leader? It's all empty. Come in and take a look at the booth. Speaking of which, you two are still the first batch of tourists today."

"Ah? Didn't anyone watch it before?"

Bao Yuanyuan was a little surprised.

Because she knew that the friends she knew were doing domestic animation. Although they were not very popular, they were really attentive in terms of content.

Now that I see so miserable in front of the booth, I can't help but feel a little sad.

"Oh, the market for domestic comics has become increasingly difficult to do in recent years. Maybe it's because we are not strong enough. In recent years, the studio has lost a lot of money. I plan to stop doing the dream of spring and autumn and have a Chinese creation. I'd better find a company to work."

Zhang Yongkang sighed, looked at He Xiao again, and reached out and said, "You are Tuanzi's brother, right? Forgive me for being a careless hospitality, and I will make you laugh."

"It's not true. You can make the booth to Youming International Convention and Exhibition Center. It's already amazing." He Xiao shook his hand with him, and his tone was a little comforted, and then said, "By the way, can you introduce your works to me?"

"Okay." Zhang Yongkang was very talkative. He pointed to a poster standing at the door and began to introduce their masterpiece that had been serialized for three years, a 3D Chinese comic called "Qinhuang Sword".

He Xiao listened carefully to the stories of Zhang Yongkang and others, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

The oldest of them is no more than 35 years old, have no background or connections, are born in a wild way, or graduated from an academic school, and they are together to fulfill their dream of Chinese animation in their hearts.

Under the organization of Zhang Yongkang, they set up an animation studio five years ago to attract investment and build venues, but after several setbacks, they released several works in a row but no one cared about, becoming the eliminators in this huge market.

Three years ago, Zhang Yongkang sold his house and spent millions of yuan alone. He decided to make this Chinese comic called "Qinhuang Sword" and serially broadcast it on the Cli Cli video website.

This is a work they have polished through all their failed experiences, whether it is quality, picture, dubbing, etc., which swept the previous work.

It’s a pity that the reality is so cruel that Zhang Yongkang couldn’t believe it. God seemed to be joking with him again.

This "Qin Emperor Sword", which combines everyone's hard work, also failed.

The million-dollar investment obtained from selling a house was wasted, and everyone's blood and sweat were trampled under the feet by reality and crushed into powder.

The animation market is really too saturated. Japanese cartoons have already occupied an absolute advantage. The status of Chinese cartoons is in jeopardy. It is a dream to stand out.

In a disheartened state, Zhang Yongkang finally decided to disband the studio. This was the last time they showed their works at the comic convention.

After today, everyone in the team will return to their hometown and return to the nine-to-five life.

There are no more people like "black bird", "aunt Xue", and "yuxian"...

Just like all rivers entering the sea, they will go their separate ways from now on.

This is a sadder story than sadness.

He Xiao didn't know what he said, and patted Zhang Yongkang on the shoulder to comfort him.

"By the way, can I let me see your works?"

"Yes." Zhang Yongkang nodded, took out a laptop, and played the latest episode of "Qinhuang Sword" to He Xiao.

The total length is only seven minutes, which is also a common problem in many Chinese comics. Compared with Japanese comics starting at 20 minutes, they lose all their advantages.

However, the picture is still good, but the plot and rhythm are a bit scattered and not attractive enough.

"There is also a very short story "Qinhuang Sword" that everyone went crazy before our entire team disbanded. It only lasted thirty seconds, but I can guarantee that every frame is hard work and is definitely not inferior to the top Western animation production. Do you want to take a look?"

After Zhang Yongkang turned off the video, he thought about it and seemed a little unwilling to accept it and wanted to prove himself.

Perhaps he himself didn't know where this unwillingness came from, whether he wanted to prove like He Xiao or the world's proof.

He Xiao naturally agreed happily when he heard this, and the special short story, which was only thirty seconds later, was presented to him.

When the magnificent music came, a long-distance scene appeared in the video. This was a peach forest with peach leaves flying, and the heroine appeared in a silk dress and gauze.

Suddenly, the music became rapid, with sword blades breaking through the air, spears breaking into clouds, and the picture instantly turned into swords and shadows fighting in the world.

"this……"

He Xiao was shocked.

I was shocked by the scene in front of me that was only thirty seconds.

Too delicate!

So beautiful!

Although he doesn't know how to make animations, he can also see that the PV in front of him is the top internationally, whether it is character modeling, picture rendering, costume design, special effects scenes, or martial arts moves!

Even major animation studios in the West are just like this!

Any frame can be used as wallpaper!

How could such a team be unknown?

How can such a team be unknown?

He Xiao's eyes at Zhang Yongkang changed.

They have the best technology and the most sincere heart, but no one appreciates or invests in it.

But if the hope of the rise of Chinese animation is no longer in them, who can they place their entrusted?

In an instant, a bold idea was born in He Xiao's head.

He must not let such a powerful animation production team slip away in front of him!

What is the most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

And Zhang Yongkang's team is just a talent nest, or a kind of person who is not appreciated by everyone!

"Brother, we are going back to China tomorrow. I wish you a happy time with Tuanzi at the comic exhibition."

Zhang Yongkang said with a smile, perhaps because of the confidant voice, this smile was a little refreshing.

Then he put away his laptop and he was leaving here.

"Are you willing to withdraw from the market like this? Give up your dream of Chinese comics?"

Suddenly, a voice came into his ears, causing him to pause his steps that were about to leave.

"If I invest in you and give you another excellent story, will you dare to lead the team to fight again? Fight again for Chinese comics?!"

The voice was like a magic sound, which made Zhang Yongkang turn his head. After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "Brother, don't make me happy. Investing in an anime is too expensive, and there is also publicity and distribution... These are not something you can say."

"Do you think I'm teasing you?"

He Xiao looked into his eyes, and the next moment he stretched out his hands and slowly took off the mask he was wearing on his face.

Then, a face that made the Chinese people familiar enough to no longer be familiar appeared in the small comic booth.

There was only a "thump".
Chapter completed!