Comic exhibition scene.

Zhang Yongkang sat on the swivel chair in a daze, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand, and took a sip from time to time to relieve his agitation.

In fact, when the so-called brother of Tuanzi came in, Zhang Yongkang felt familiar, and he always felt that he had seen those eyebrows and eyes somewhere.

It’s just that because he was wearing a mask, Zhang Yongkang didn’t ask much.

I absolutely never expected that this young man would be the red face who just won the Isabella International Piano Competition.

Of course, he has a more resounding name in China - He Xiao!

As soon as I took off my mask, the entire booth was boiling. Bao Yuanyuan's friends chattered and pleaded with him to sign for him.

He Xiao naturally responded with a smile.

After a busy work, he shook his wrist and sat next to Zhang Yongkang and asked, "How are you thinking about it?"

Zhang Yongkang was struggling.

To be honest, he has been struggling for so many years but has never succeeded. He is really afraid of losing and has long lost the motivation and motivation he used to be.

Especially the dismal results of "Qinhuang Sword" were like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's chest.

It is impossible to say that you are not lost. The ups and downs of five years have long since erased the bold words of the past.

A defeated army that always defeats the war will not have its own soul.

They need someone who can bring their souls back, leaders, spirits, and can take them to the battlefield again.

And now, He Xiao appeared.

He Xiao didn't know if he was the one who summoned the soul, but he wanted to give it a try.

Seeing that Zhang Yongkang was still silent, He Xiao couldn't help but pat his shoulder: "Don't think about it, the Chinese comic market needs you excellent creators."

"Teacher He... To be honest, the current domestic comic market is a pool of stagnant water. When we enter, we will sink to the bottom and cannot float up."

Zhang Yongkang opened his mouth and finally said a bitter and bitter sentence: "This is not something we can change. This is the case with the overall market environment. The domestic animation market is still dominated by "small and young". Half of the domestic animation and film market is supported by them. We adults have no way out for animation."

Hearing this, He Xiao couldn't help but pursed his lips and his brows frowned deeply.

Because Zhang Yongkang is right, in the current domestic animation market, young people are the mainstream.

Their common feature is to show it to "children". Parents take their children to the cinema, and have a lively family fun.

For example, in today's decline in the traditional publishing industry, and in the era when everyone can read e-books online, sales of only two types of books have increased instead of falling.

That is children's book picture books and academic textbooks!

For these two things, the head of the family often leaves no effort to purchase them for the children in order to give them a childhood without any shortcomings.

Therefore, the entertainment product of "low-child" has become a relatively stable market, with children and parents, the main consumer force.

This is also the reason why domestic directors keep shooting children's animation works. The market response is relatively stable and they will not take too much risk.

On the contrary, if you shoot large-scale adult comics, you will not only have to say that you lack money, people, and skills, but you will still have unpredictable losses.

A Chinese comic movie usually produces eight months, and the investment can cost at least tens of millions.

However, in this era when movies often have box offices of over 100 million yuan, the return rate of domestic animated films seems too weak and often fails to make ends meet.

Some companies with strong abilities do not believe in evil, so they ask foreign teams to take action and ask famous voice actors to dub them. The final result is also a complete failure, with many people losing money.

Over time, Chinese animation has fallen to the point where no one cares about it, and the rich have gone to invest in young animations.

This has led to a sluggish market in the Chinese comics market. Compared with the prosperity of Japanese animation, the hope for the rise of Chinese comics is becoming increasingly slim.

Zhang Yongkang sighed and shook his head and said, "This is just one of them. In addition to the market environment, there are scripts, characters, dubbing teams... all of which cannot be compared with others."

A series of defeats made Zhang Yongkang realize the reality. Even if the hottest star like He Xiao takes the initiative to invest, he dare not accept it.

He Xiao didn't say anything and lit a cigarette.

He has quit smoking for a long time since he signed with Le Jia, but today he really wants to smoke.

Squatting on the ground, squeezing his mouth hard, the cigarette butts burned faster, and the white smoke floated upwards, making him squint his eyes.

After a long time, he sucked half of the cigarette in his hand and said, "Zhang Yongkang, there is a saying that things are done by man!"

"What you said is not completely right. Put a joke. It's already 7102 now. Why do you still believe that young people are the biggest consumer force in the animation market?"

He Xiao's words made Zhang Yongkang stunned and turned around in shock.

"Ten years ago it was 2007, not 1997! The post-90s generation has grown up, and even the post-00s generation is almost adult. In today's global market, everything is possible!"

"Young young is by no means the final direction of the domestic animation industry. Since Japanese cartoons can open up the market in China, why can't Chinese cartoons? It's just that the story is not moving enough!"

"The Qin Emperor Sword is a failure because the story is too poor, the rhythm is too loose, and the lack of attractiveness, not the fault of the market environment!"

He Xiao was shocked and made Zhang Yongkang, a veteran who had been in Chinese comics for five years, unable to speak.

Yes, if you say a thousand words, it is still not good enough and the content is not exquisite enough, otherwise you would not be in this situation.

"Teacher He, why do you do it? I want to fight again!" After a long silence, Zhang Yongkang finally raised his head, his eyes flashed with high fighting spirit.

His soul was recalled.

At this moment, Zhang Yongkang didn't know whether He Xiao, a singer, could really save the Chinese comics, but he chose to believe that he wanted to fight again in the end.

No matter what kind of story He Xiao has, he will choose to create it with his heart and let that story be carried forward on the stage of Chinese animation.

"How many people are there in your studio?" He Xiao turned around and looked at Zhang Yongkang.

Zhang Yongkang said: "Fifty-two people."

He Xiao nodded and smiled: "Follow me in the future, I will give you my story in three days."

Zhang Yongkang, a studio that is so exhausted, is not valuable. He Xiao plans to acquire it in full, which can be regarded as having his own company from now on.

Generally speaking, celebrities still engage in their own business, open studios and become their own bosses, sign contracts with new artists, invest in filming, or release singing albums.

He Xiao’s path looks a bit crooked. He did make a movie, but it was an animated movie, which always doesn’t match his identity as a singer.

But he knew that his choice was not wrong. He would definitely get a bargain after acquiring this strong team, and they would repay him with greater surprises.

Don’t doubt the employer, don’t doubt the person.

After He Xiao came back from the comic exhibition, he did not think much about whether Zhang Yongkang could control this Chinese comic, but instead started to prepare the story script.

Of course, he is not a hand-off manager.

He will be the screenwriter and director of the animated film to be filmed next. After all, he has watched it on a black phone and knows what picture he wants.

In fact, He Xiao thought of taking some shortcuts and directly transferred the videos from his black phone to real life, making money from nothing, even saving the cost and time of production, so he directly used them into films.

But the facts proved that he was thinking too much. It seemed that because the black phone did not belong to this world, it could only be viewed but not retrieved. Not to mention exporting it, after connecting to the computer, the device could not be recognized at all, and the computer would still crash.

This also made He Xiao give up his crooked thoughts and could only artificially copy the things in his mobile phone bit by bit.

Turning on the laptop, He Xiao began to write the script of this Chinese comic.

The keyboard was pressed silently, and a row of eye-catching titles emerged.
Chapter completed!