This is a weekly magazine, which means four issues per month!
Don't worry! I can start the recruitment process right away and recruit more apprentices for the three masters.
Our factory does not have many planned tasks at the moment, which does not affect their comic production at all.
As long as they bring the people out, they will form a fixed team.
We can then proceed to the next step, cooperating in the production of animation.”
Su Yun was more than happy to accept Lin Huowang's proposal for cooperation!
When he took charge of Spring City Film Studio, the first thing he wanted to do was to achieve some results, and the second was to expand the scale of Spring City Film Studio as much as possible.
After all, compared with several other film studios, Spring City Film Studio has not recruited new people for many years.
In this era, any factory, as long as you want to recruit workers, no matter it is official or private, whichever unit or individual gives the recruitment quota will have a lot of power and benefits.
Although Su Yun did not covet this benefit, it would be inappropriate for a Chuncheng Film Studio not to recruit people all year round. Without fresh blood, it would be difficult to get the attention of superiors.
Being able to use this model and reach such a cooperation with Linhuowang is simply killing two birds with one stone.
What was an unexpected surprise was that Lin Huowang himself was a famous poet and writer. Once the two sides had a close cooperative relationship, the novels he wrote would naturally not be handed over to film studios other than Chuncheng Film Studio for filming.
"Okay! Then it's settled."
Lin Huowang also shook hands with the factory director Su Yun very enthusiastically.
The artists and translators around them only had a quick dinner before rushing together to start trial drawing for the four comics.
The apprentices were divided into four groups, each with about five people and two Japanese translators.
The three art masters are responsible for controlling and directing the overall direction, and provide unified guidance and adjustments to the comics drawn by the four groups in terms of style and expressiveness.
Everyone was working so hard that even late at night, they were still busy in the comics factory workshop.
The forest fire was so severe that they had no choice but to ask Director Su for permission to add some camp beds.
Those who are tired can lie down and rest first. Anyway, there are only a little more than five days left in these seven days.
During these five days, we have to finish the first five chapters of the four comics with guaranteed quality and quantity.
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On the other hand, the train from Northeast China back to Shanghai slowly sways.
Finally, we arrived at Shanghai Railway Station in the evening.
As soon as she got off the train, Liu Rumeng smelled the bustling urban atmosphere of Shanghai when she was a child.
Guo Linxian did not seek special treatment and did not allow the company to send a special car to pick her up.
The mother and daughter carried their luggage and squeezed into the bus from the exit to go home.
The home he returned to was a small alley house that he was assigned after being overthrown.
Liu Rumeng spent her teenage years here, and then went to the countryside.
"Hey! Director Guo, you are back from your business trip! Is this... is this Mengmeng? I never thought that Mengmeng has grown up so big in the blink of an eye, and she is so graceful!"
"Everyone, come and see! Director Guo's daughter Mengmeng is back. The little girl is so pretty now!"
"It has been almost three years since Mengmeng went to the countryside. When she left, she was still a little girl, but now she has grown up after returning."
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All the Shanghai aunties in the alley came up to him one by one, speaking sweet words.
This made Liu Rumeng unable to accept it for a while.
After all, before she left home and went to the countryside.
They did not have such a fawning attitude towards his family as they do now.
At that time, my father had just been overthrown and sent down to the countryside, and my mother had also been taken to the community to work. They had just moved here, and the neighbors around them avoided their house as if it were the plague.
There are also many aunts who stare at her mother all day long, muttering about the good and bad things about the capitalist daughter.
But now, everyone has changed their expressions, and they are calling him "Director Guo" affectionately!
Guo Linxian, the mother who had experienced the fickleness of human nature for ten years, had seen through these things and also dealt with them politely with a smile.
"Yes! I happened to be on a business trip to the Northeast, so I brought my Mengmeng back."
Guo Linxian smiled and nodded in response.
When the middle-aged women saw Liu Rumeng's graceful figure and rosy face, they all sighed with emotion.
"Director Guo! Your daughter Mengmeng has been working in the countryside for three years. It seems that she is enjoying herself!
My relative's kid, when he came back from the countryside every year, looked like a starving ghost. He was pale and skinny, and he said he never had a full meal.
Looking at your Mengmeng, she must be well-nourished and probably eats better than we do in Shanghai."
"Yes, yes, yes! If you don't eat meat regularly, how can you have such a good complexion?"
It must be said that these aunties have sharp eyesight. Just by looking at Liu Rumeng's complexion, they can tell what her living standard is like in the countryside.
At the same time, an old lady immediately came up with an idea and asked Guo Linxian: "Director Guo! Your Mengmeng is eighteen this year, right? The little girl is very pretty and it's time for her to get married. I have a few nephews in my family. They are from the working class and are third-level workers in the factory. Do you want to introduce them to Mengmeng?"
Unexpectedly, Guo Linxian didn't even have time to respond.
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